A/N: I told you lot yesterday that this would be a Destiny fix-it...and that's exactly what it is. And it's not even that short! Who knew?

Disclaimer: If I owned LoT, Len wouldn't be dead and Captain Canary would have been more than casual flirting and one kiss. So basically no, it's not mine.

Day 9: Runnin' Home To You

Sara had to keep reminding herself that he was dead.

The Oculus had exploded and taken him with it. He was gone. End of story. But Sara couldn't seem to accept that.

She kept expecting him to be there like he always was, and sometimes she'd turn to ask him his opinion on something only to realize he wasn't there. The memory of their kiss haunted her dreams at night, as well as the casual flirting she sometimes hadn't even realized was such.

Hey, just trying to make conversation. -I can tell by the way you're staring at my ass.

The rest of the team was worried about her. That much she knew. And she wanted to reassure them she was fine, but she knew she couldn't. Because she wasn't fine, and it was definitely showing.

Mick seemed to be the only one who understood, at least partially. He had been friends with the fool, after all, for far longer than Sara had known either of them. They didn't talk much, but the pair had grown closer ever since his death, possibly in an effort to close the gap that meant the third member of their trio was gone. They sparred a lot, mostly in an effort to work off the emotion, and it wasn't unusual anymore to see Sara and Mick both drinking in the kitchen. She didn't drink nearly as much or as often as Mick did, but it wasn't uncommon at this point either to find her with a scotch and him with a beer.

You want to dance, Leonard? -I'll watch.

He'd been kind of an asshole, but Sara had seen under the facade. It was little things, really - small moments where she could see that he wasn't the cold, arrogant bastard he presented himself to be. Yes, he was arrogant, but who wasn't in at least some small way at some point in their lives? But he'd also been kind under the cold and loyal to a fault. She still remembered when he'd chosen the Legends over Mick the day Mick betrayed them to the time pirates - he'd chosen the team, and her, over his best friend. That in itself had proved him a hero, though that was the last thing he wanted to be.

And what about your feelings? -About you? - About Mick.

And for all that he had been quiet, he was also brave in the most beautiful ways, and when he wanted to he could definitely have a lot to say on a subject. He'd built so many walls, but Sara had seen the cracks - when they played cards and he lost (and was quite vocal about it...Sara suspected she'd heard more swearing from him than from anyone else on the ship), when he had left Mick behind and everyone assumed he'd killed his own best friend, and hell, pretty much whenever Mick was in immediate danger or doing something more stupid than usual. And as the weeks went by, she had seen him letting down his guard a little with her as well. He trusted her, and considering he hadn't trusted easily, that was saying a lot.

Maybe it's being on this ship, traveling through time, starting to wonder what the future might hold for me...and you...and me and you. -You wanna steal a kiss from me, Leonard? You better be one hell of a thief.

They'd been through a lot in the time they'd spent together. Sara had liked him from the get-go, seeing a lot of herself in him, and eventually - though she would never admit it aloud, not now - she had fallen in love with him, and based on the way he'd returned her kiss at the Oculus, he felt the same way. But there was too little time to say the words that needed to be said.

She had to let him go.

It was going to be hard. Sara knew that. But she had to move on. If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't like you. If I hadn't liked you, I wouldn't love you. If I hadn't loved you, I wouldn't miss you, Sara thought, wondering if he could hear her, wherever he was. But I did. I do. I will.

"Sara."

That one word was enough to freeze her in place. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible.

Sara turned around, and Leonard Snart was standing in her doorway.

She had a knife to his throat in seconds. "Who the hell are you?"

"Sara, it's me!" he protested.

"Leonard Snart is dead," Sara growled, suspicious and unable to believe her eyes. It had to be a trick.

"I was," he said. "Sort of."

"You're not Leonard Snart," Sara denied, knife hand steady even though her world felt like it was shattering. "Leonard Snart is dead. He sacrificed himself to save Mick and to save the team. There is no way in hell -"

"I'll watch," Leonard interrupted.

Sara blinked. "What did you say?"

"'I'll watch,'" Leonard repeated. "It was what I said to you in 1975 when you asked me to dance at that bar. When Rip needed someone to steal the dagger from Savage, I took the paper out of his hand and said 'Okay, fine, whatever, I'll do it.' I told you the story of how I met Mick as we were freezing to death in the cargo bay, where I gave you my jacket because you were shivering so much. After Mick revealed himself to be Chronos, I froze and broke my own hand off to get out of the cuffs and back to the Waverider, and then had my hand regenerated due to Gideon's programming. When the Time Bastards revealed themselves to be traitors, I pulled you into a hidden compartment under the Waverider's floor to hide from their guards. Afterward, when you insisted we go back, I held a gun on you and couldn't make myself pull the trigger. And the last time I saw you was when you kissed me before taking Mick out of the Oculus Wellspring and letting me sacrifice myself." His voice softened. "It's me, Sara. It's Leonard. The one you knew, the one you beat at gin almost every time, the one you kissed. The one who kissed you back."

Sara lowered the knife. It was him. The mention of the kiss was what had finally convinced her, though an impostor couldn't have known most of the things he listed. It was the way he mentioned the kiss, that tone of hesitancy and uncertainty, as if he was still confused about it too. Besides, no one else knew about that kiss - it was one detail Sara had kept to herself when explaining what all had gone down at the Oculus.

"Leonard?" she whispered.

Leonard nodded. "I'm back, Sara. It's me. I'm alive."

The way he said her name still sent shivers down her spine. Even still, she slapped him; he took it well, considering.

"I probably deserved that," he said.

"Don't ever do that to me again," Sara threatened.

"Not planning to," Leonard drawled. "Dying, in case you hadn't noticed from the five or six times you've died, is not fun."

Sara smiled despite herself. I'll tell the others in the morning, she thought, and without further ado, kissed him.

Needless to say, they didn't get much sleep that night.

Well. That escalated quickly. XD XD I hope you enjoyed this, I wasn't sure how it would turn out. But Len always finds his way home to her... ;)