riversunshine: I love them too. But then again, I ship Cisco with everyone.
This is kind of a play off from the end scene in "The Flashpoint Paradox," where Flash gives Batman the letter from his dad. But since Batman isn't a thing in Arrowverse (that we know of) I changed it up a little bit.
Characters: Barry Allen, Sara Lance, Leonard Snart
Pairings: Captain Canary
Genre: Friendship/Romance/Comfort
Notes: Takes place after Barry has screwed up the universe and set it right (so around the beginning of where Season 3 will be)
I don't own the Flash or any affiliated Arrowverse characters.
GENERAL POV
Sara Lance had only met Barry Allen one time, and that one time had been for about thirty-seven seconds when he zipped by the Arrow cave one day to deliver some new security system that Cisco had designed for Felicity. He had given her a quick hello, a wave, and zipped out again with a word about some crazy shark sighting in Central City.
So what the speedster was doing standing in the doorway of her apartment, Sara couldn't figure out. Hell, she didn't even know how he knew she was home from their last mission, though Ray could have factored into that somehow.
All she knew was that he was standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets and rocking back and forth gently on his toes, gazing at her with a cheerful grin. "Hey, Sara. Sorry to drop by like this, but I had something I had to give you. Can I come in?"
Sara blinked a few times and then turned aside, gesturing for him to enter her apartment and shutting the door gently behind him as he walked in. "No offense Barry, but what are you doing here? Do you need my help with something?"
"Hmm? No, I would have called first if that were the case. I also probably wouldn't be in jeans," he chuckled. "Sara, can we sit somewhere? This might be…interesting, to say the least."
"Barry, I've died and come back to life," Sara said with absolutely no humor, leading him to the living room and motioning for him to sit on the couch. "What you have to say can't possibly be that weird."
"I changed the timeline."
Sara frowned, opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again, held up a finger, put it down, and then shook her head. "Come again?"
Barry smiled and shifted on the couch, tucking one foot up under him cautiously, like he thought Sara would stab him if he got dirt on her cushion. "I changed the timeline. A couple days ago, but no one remembers because I fixed it. I uh…went back in time and saved my mom from being killed by Thawne."
"Wait, why would you change that back?" Sara asked in confusion, waving her hands in the air. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"
Barry's smile faded and he ducked his head. "You'd think so. But…Oliver, Roy, and Jax were dead, Laurel, Cisco, and Caitlin were evil, I wasn't the Flash, and Zoom had taken over the world. The resistance was fighting him and his meta's, but it basically turned into an all-out war."
Sara furrowed her eyebrows together, biting her lip in sympathy. "I'm sorry. But if you weren't the Flash, how did you get back here?"
Barry gave a small snort and shook his head. "That's the weird part. Snart helped me."
He looked up at her, gauging her reaction, and Sara forced herself to keep calm. "Seriously?"
Seeing no sign that Sara might lose it, Barry continued. "Yeah. He uh…he was good. A hero. Still had the cold gun, but he was the one who designed it. He was an inventor. I told him about the accident and the particle accelerator and he helped me recreate it and get my powers back."
"That's really neat," Sara admitted. "But I don't get why you had to come all the way here for this."
Barry shifted on the couch and dug into his pocket, pulling out an envelope and running a thoughtful thumb over the flap. "You were dead in that world," Barry continued softly. "Part of the resistance; you died trying to get Mick and Ray to safety. They both made it; you took thirteen bullets to the back."
Sara flinched, twisting her hands in her lap and glancing down. "Yikes."
Barry chuckled and turned the envelope in his hands. "You and Len were…married, Sara."
Her head shot up, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the speedster. He smiled at her sadly and handed the envelope over, waiting until she took it with trembling fingers, her name written on the front in swirling letters that she knew had been written by one Leonard Snart.
"I told him what happened to this timeline's version of him, how he was a villain and died in an explosion trying to save you and the others. Called himself a love-struck idiot," Barry laughed, getting to his feet. "Anyway, he gave me that right before I left. Asked me to give it to you, said that maybe it would provide some sense of closure."
Sara nodded numbly and stood up alongside Barry, walking him to the door and holding it as he stepped back into the hallway. On a whim, she gave him a quick hug, startling the man, and then ducked back into her apartment and slammed the door shut, her lips quivering as she stared down at the envelope.
It was cold, and that seemed appropriate and made it less difficult for her to slice it open with the knife she kept tucked under her belt. A single folded piece of notebook paper slid out and she set the envelope and knife aside, opening the paper delicately and leaning against the door for support as she skimmed over Leonard's handwriting.
I know I'm not your Leonard. Technically, you aren't my Sara. But we've both lost each other, in different times, under different circumstances.
But the way I understand it, we both went out doing the same thing; protecting the ones we loved.
I know that if he gave himself up for you, despite what Barry said about him being a criminal in that timeline, then he loved you. And I know you're hurting over his loss, because I'm hurting over yours.
And I know I am not him to you, but I really love you. No matter what timeline we fall in, I've been thinking of you.
No matter where we are Sara, love will keep us together.
Leonard
