Based on a Tumblr prompt from stefaniegk – "Please put me down, it's just a sprained ankle."
I tweaked it. :)
I own neither the characters nor show; I just like to play.
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"Starry Night"
"I had no idea you could swear like this." Sara pauses a moment to hide a smile as Snart snarls another blistering curse at the suited man who's just taken off, then continues easing off his boot.
The ankle has already swollen to an alarming size. She bites her lip.
"You really should have let him give you a lift back to the ship. I don't know how you're going to make it back on this."
Snart gives her a speaking glance from where he's sprawled on the Star City rooftop where they'd been running, heading back to the Waverider after a mission.
"There is … no way…in HELL I'm letting the incredible shrinking schmuck CARRY me … motherf…!"
She's gently rotating the ankle joint. "I'm sorry. Well, the good news is that it's not broken. But you've got a doozy of a sprain." She sets his foot gently down. "I'm really not sure how you're going to get back down…"
"Stairs. Like normal people use." He waves a hand at the door nearby like the lock on it doesn't even matter. It probably doesn't.
"Still, bit of a walk back."
"I'll manage," he grits out as she helps ease the boot back on. "Maybe I'll hotwire a car. Just to piss Hunter off."
She can't stop the smile. Her heart had plummeted when she'd glanced back and seen him go down. Grim experience had her looking around for a villain, or an archer…
He's muttering some very creative things under his breath, and she allows herself to be distracted. "Impressive vocabulary, Snart, but I'm still surprised. Where's the chill?"
There's a gleam in the hooded glance he gives her. "Maybe I don't think I needed it with you anymore."
She's surprised enough to simply blink at him for a moment. But only a moment.
"Why on Earth didn't you just hotwire a car to begin with, then?"
"I seem to keep hanging around with people who think they can launch themselves through the air like birds…"
"And why does this mean you had to? I didn't think rooftop running was ever part of your game."
He shrugs.
"Maybe I just wanted to see if I could keep up."
She really has no good response for that.
He has impressive weaponry. (A tiny voice in her head giggles. She tries to ignore it.) And an even more impressive brain, when it comes to planning, and strategy, and, well, any sort of criminal mischief. Rooftop running? Well…
Maybe not so much.
So, why…
She hesitates, then sits down next to him on the rooftop.
"You need to get back, get some ice on that ankle."
"In a minute."
He's gazing up at the sky, and she does the same. It's a gorgeous night, really, warm and clear and starry. She'd taken to the rooftops on a whim, really, allowing herself to be the Canary again for a time, only belatedly realizing she had company.
She looks at him again … and catches him looking back, that little half-smile on his face. She's leaning into his shoulder, just a little, and his arm is along her back.
It occurs to her that this might even be a little … romantic … sitting on a rooftop under a sky full of stars … and this has occurred to him as well …
He's leaning toward her … she lets him …
"Guys? Guys? You OK? Do you need help? Do you want me to come back?" The concerned voice in their comm units makes them both jump.
"Fine, Raymond," Snart snarls back. "Back off. We'll get there. Not all of us can fly."
The moment is over. She's on her feet, offering him a hand up, which he takes with a grimace and a little more muttered profanity as he struggles up. They head slowly for the door.
"You're going to need more practice before you can keep up with me," she informs him, her tone a little teasing.
There's that half-smile again.
"I'll look forward to it."
