First of all, I give credit to tvfan69 for amazing advice on this chapter! Second of all, MarenMary93 wanted a chapter with Snart having crutches! Sorry that it's so short, hope you like it!

Snart woke up to the white ceiling of the medbay. And a sleeping blonde. He tapped her head and she immediately sprang up, two knives at the ready. "Oh. It's just you." Sara smiled at him. "Hey. You alright? You got pretty banged up back there." Snart and the team had been on a mission, trying to locate Savage and the Armen Dagger in a facility where they were plotting WWI. Savage was ultimately responsible for killing Franz Ferdinand. Snart had been infiltrating the facility when he came across Savage. He had tried to ice him, but Savage had literally stuck a knife in it. He had then proceeded to beat him up, but Sara and Ray had grabbed him and Savage got away.

"Eh. Still got a broken ankle, but Gideon says it'll be fixed in a week or two." Snart glanced at her. "What about you?"

"Rip says that we ACTUALLY GOT THE DAGGER." Leonard fake gasped. "Kendra's going to be undercover as a couple with Ray at this party, surprise surprise, and Mick and I are gonna get them in." Sara kissed him on the head softly. "See you later, crook."

"Hope so, assa-" Leonard was cut off by the door shutting behind Sara. "-sin. Yup, ok, gonna be in here for about another week while the whole team is off at bars, fighting Savage, or both together." He sighed and looked around his only room for a while. Or maybe not. "Gideon, can you get me crutches to walk on?" She complied and crutches appeared in the fabricator on the other side of the room. Ok. Gonna do this. He heaved himself out of bed, hopped over to the fabricator, and grabbed the crutches. These were hell on his shoulders. He crutched out of the medbay and into the training room. It was empty, the team was out probably defeating Savage. And he wasn't there for it. "Gideon, how's the team doing?"

"They have successfully killed 3 of Savage's allies and are returning with no casualties shortly." Snart scowled at this and threw his crutches across the room. He was useless. A useless, stupid, unhelpful, crook. Nothing more. He didn't need the crutches. He'll be fine. He hopped over to the screen in the corner, wanting to see how amazing their performance was. Ow. Ow ow ow crap shouldn't have done that. He cursed loudly. Len had tripped over himself and fallen on the floor. Palmer was gonna get a laugh out of this.

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Ray Palmer walked into the training room to tinker with his suit. For once, they had fought Savage and no one got hurt, drunk, or into an argument! Awesome jo- oh. Ray suddenly realized the gray, breathing, lump on the floor. "Snart? You ok?" He asked, kneeling down beside him.

"Yeah. Peachy.

Hope you liked it! Sorry that it's so short.