"It's the things I didn't do that keep me up at night."

Sara groaned and flopped over onto her back, knowing sleep would elude her, following that dream. She scrubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, then swung her legs over the side of the bunk.

They hadn't even intended to be in Central City that day, so no one was expecting it when Sara strolled into STAR Labs. He'd been perched on the edge of a table, Caitlin checking his vitals. Sara had stopped dead in her tracks, then sprung forward, hand outstretched, eyes shining, and cheeks flushed pink. His name had fallen from her lips like a prayer.

He had flinched back, as if struck, face deathly pale. That still stung, even after the explanations. It still hurt to have him-but not-him-so near, because of course they'd taken him aboard the Waverider. The team couldn't very well leave someone who was the image of one of CC's most wanted, complete with a host of old enemies with scores to settle, to wander the city unprotected. Team Flash couldn't babysit him all the time.

And of course, he was in the galley, when she wandered in in search of hot cocoa. (With marshmallows, of course.) Thoughts of warm chocolaty goodness evaporated when Sara saw him seated at a table, mug within reach as he sketched something in his book. This Snart drank black coffee at unholy hours.

She moved silently, out of habit, and he was not yet aware of her presence. Her Leonard had been nearly impossible to sneak up on. Sara was surprised to see that he wasn't drawing building plans or schematics, but rather a person. A very specific person. Her. Or…well maybe his version of her. It was hard to tell from a distance and upside down, so she sidled a bit closer.

The sketch was an action shot, captured from memory-a Sara fighting with a baton in each hand. It was her-not his own lost version, but her.

Another step, and her shadow fell across his field of vision. He quickly shut the sketchbook and glanced up. "Can't sleep, Captain?"

Sara shrugged, "I seldom do." Anymore. "And I've told you -"

He held up a hand placatingly. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just…difficult, when you look so much like her."

"I should go."

Surprisingly, he stood and caught her hand before she could turn away. "Please, let me explain? Or try to?" A crooked little smile tugged at his lips. "Besides, it's your ship."

"It's your ship, too, now."

"I suppose."

Sara stepped over to the replicator to claim her beverage, then sat down across from him, warming her cold fingers on the mug. Leonard smiled tolerantly at the mound of marshmallows that threatened to overflow the cup.

"Your Leonard-he was a criminal, wasn't he?" At Sara's nod, he continued, "Did he ever lie to you?"

"To me? No. I mean, I certainly know he was capable of it, but he never lied to me."

"She did. My Sara, I mean. At first, I was just another mark. She needed information about the museum's new wing in order to stage a break-in. Who better to ask than the guy who designed it? And I fell for it. I mean…someone who looks like her-you-what the hell would you want with someone like me?"

Her Leonard had never looked quite so sad and lost, and Sara wasn't entirely sure how to handle that, so she chose to deflect slightly. "You said, 'at first.'"

Leonard sighed and removed his glasses to rub his eyes wearily.

"Yeah. She told me, finally, who and what she was, but she swore that her…feelings…were genuine. But she was in too deep with a couple of bad partners. I still wonder if that fall was really an accident."

He stared at her searchingly. "It hurts, that you're so much like her, and so different, at the same time."

"I know what you mean," Sara replied, taking a sip of her cocoa.

Leonard automatically reached across the table with a napkin to wipe a smudge of marshmallow from the corner of her mouth. He froze and apologized a second later.

Sara laughed. "It's fine. Look, I never knew your Sara, and you never knew my Leonard, but I do know that people change. I don't know if it makes it better or worse to believe that she really did love you, at the end."

"Neither do I."

Leonard moved to put his glasses back on, but Sara stopped him with gentle hands. "If you ever wonder how someone could be attracted to you, take a good look in the mirror. You have the most amazing eyes. Anyone who can't take the time to appreciate that doesn't deserve the rest of you."

Sara glanced at him speculatively from under her lashes. Her expression was heartbreakingly familiar, and his breath caught in his throat. But where his Sara's eyes would have been coolly calculating, hers were filled with mischief. The difference made him feel a bit giddy.

"Tell me, Leonard," she drawled, "do you play cards?"

"I - I don't know how," he stuttered. "But…I think I'd like to learn."