For the ficcingcaptaincanary prompt "Falling."

Music faded out as Leonard's door slid open.

Sara tipped her head to one side quizzically. "Elvis? Really?"

Leonard smiled faintly as he leaned back in the desk chair. "It seems that some things are consistent between worlds. And it was my mother's favorite."

"Mine was more of a Stones girl."

"Why does that not surprise me?"

Sara began to pace the small room.

"Something on your mind, Captain?"

Sara stopped fidgeting abruptly and turned to face him. "We've heard from Cisco. He thinks he's figured out which Earth you're from. And how to send you back."

Leonard stared hard at the top of his desk for a long, long moment. "I see," he finally replied. "And do I…have any say in the matter?"

"Of course you do!"

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because I've heard an awful lot of talk about protecting timelines, and time aberrations, and anachronisms."

"You are not an anachronism or an aberration. You're a person, and no one is going to make you go anywhere you don't want to go."

"You sound awfully certain."

Sara looked down at her feet. "One of the reasons we were recruited for this mission in the first place is that we're all people that history forgets. Our presence or absence makes no difference to the timeline."

"I see. So there's really no reason why I can't go back where I belong and be unremarkable there."

"If…if that's what you want," Sara muttered, in the general direction of the floor.

Leonard got to his feet. He moved with graceful economy, but not the well-honed stealth of his doppelganger. She heard him coming. He stopped just in front of Sara, and lifted her chin with gentle fingers.

"And what do you want?"

"I want you."

"Me, or him?"

"You. I want…you…to show me more paintings, just because you think they're beautiful, and take me dancing, and…"

Leonard bent his head and kissed her softly. "I'm glad. I can't imagine any universe where I wouldn't fall for you. And I don't want to go back to a world where you're not." One side of his mouth quirked up in a playful little grin. "And as for dancing…Gideon?"

"Of course, Mr. Snart."

He slid his arms carefully around Sara's waist as the AI's voice was replaced by Elvis's mellow tones once more.