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Authors Note: Please review. I stopped writing for a long time, and I like to know what you think now that I've started back up again.
Two: "You so owe me!"
Snart is a man of many talents. Even a few Sara never suspected. (Possible Future AU)
Leonard Snart, a.k.a. Captain Cold, blinked as a splash of warm water hit him right in the face. He wiped his eyes, then scowled at the blonde in front of him. Who promptly burst into giggles.
"Sorry Uncle Len." The five year old giggled, her dark blue eyes shining with mischief.
"Tone it down a little bit, you little monster." Len said gruffly. His tone and his scowl had no effect on the little girl, who simply giggled again. Len found himself smiling down at her. "You're gonna flood the bathroom if you keep that up." He said in a gentler tone. He very gently tapped her forehead. "Lean your head back. Let's wash your hair and get you out of there before you turn into a raisen."
The little girl giggled, yet obediently tilted her head back and let Len wash and rinse her hair. Len pulled the stopper on the tub, lifted his charge out, then wrapped her in a towel.
"Can you braid my hair Uncle Len?" The girl asked innocently as Len rubbed her dry, then helped her into her green pajamas. Len rolled his eyes, but nodded.
"Yeah, I can do that." He said. "Why don't you go pick a movie and I'll get the stuff."
"Okay!" Grace Sara Queen ran out of the bathroom, and Len turned to grab a towel, a brush and a hair tie.
How exactly he, Captain Cold, thief, had ended up babysitting the daughter of Oliver and Felicity was a mystery to him. Sara had called, said she needed a favor, and when he has showed up at her apartment, had simply said, "I need you to watch Grace for a few hours. Thanks!" Then she had kissed his cheek, blew Grace a kiss, then ran out the door, leaving Len and Grace staring at each other in Sara's living room. Len wasn't unfamiliar to Grace, but he had never been left alone with her. He had mentally swore that he and Sara were going to have a long talk, then smiled at Grace and asked her what she wanted to do.
She had wanted to take a bath, which had ended with Len wet and preparing to braid the hair of a five year old. He deliberately left the water on the floor instead of wiping it up. It would serve Sara right if she walked in and got her feet wet.
"What movie are we watching?" Len called as he left the bathroom and started toward the living room.
"Frozen!" Grace called back. Len sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Great." He muttered.
When Sara entered her apartment a few hours later, she had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud. Leonard Snart was fast asleep on her couch, covered with a pink Disney princess blanket, with Grace Sara Queen cuddle up next to him. Frozen was playing on the TV, and little Grace blinked at Sara.
"Hi Auntie Sara." She whispered, sliding off the couch and coming over to Sara.
"Hey Gracie." Sara whispered, picking up her goddaughter and cuddling her close. "Were you good for Uncle Len?"
"Yes. He braided my hair." Grace bragged. Sara took a look and blinked in surprise.
"Hey, that's pretty good." Len was obviously a man of many talents. Sara had never suspected that hair braiding was one of them. "Let's get you to bed."
"Okay." Grace agreed with a yawn. Sara smiled and carried Grace into her guest bedroom and tucked her in.
"When did Len fall asleep?" Sara asked.
"Half-way through Frozen. The first time." Grace smirked, an expression that made her look like Oliver. Sara laughed and leaned in to kiss her.
"Well, I am yours for the rest of the week." Sara promised. "How about we have Len come over and watch some movies, build up his tolerance a little?"
"Okay." Grace yawned, her eyes starting to droop. "I like Uncle Len."
"So do I." Sara smiled and gave Grace another kiss. "Sleep tight baby girl."
Grace was asleep before Sara was even out the door. Sara stifled a laugh and left the door open a crack before heading back to the living room. She turned off Frozen before leaning over to shake Len awake. She let out a very undignified yelp when Len grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap.
"You owe me." Len growled, opening his eyes. Sara laughed and looped her arms around his neck.
"She's five." Sara pointed out. "I was sure you could handle her."
"She's Oliver Queen's daughter. She's your goddaughter. I was waiting for her to either start shooting arrows at me or ninja kick me in the head."
"Actually, she takes more after Felicity there. Never leave her alone with a computer and your bank account. Fair warning."
"Yeah, that information would have been nice a few hours ago. It was pretty tense there for a while."
"Yes, so tense that you fell asleep half-way through Frozen." She teased.
"That was self-preservation!" Len protested.
"So, should I tell Barry Allen to sing Disney song next time he has to deal with you? I hear he has a pretty good voice. . . ow!"
Len had just pinched his hip. "Be nice." He said. "You know I only steal for the good guys now."
"Hmm, I know." Sara leaned in and kissed him. "By the way, Grace wants you the come over and watch movies with us this week."
"What? Why?"
"She thinks you're a Disney lightweight." Sara giggled at the look on his face and nuzzled his cheek. "Oh, it won't be that bad. She likes you Len."
"You would so owe me." Len said.
"I would so owe you." Sara admitted. Len's hand shifted and slid under Sara's shirt.
"Can I collect in advance?" He leered.
"No." But Sara did kiss him. "You get some cuddle time on the couch, but you don't get your reward until the child in my guest room goes home." She slid out of his lap and stood up.
"Why don't you pull up a non-animated movie for us and I'll go change."
"Fine." Len busied himself with that until he heard Sara walk into her bathroom.
"Len." She called. "Why is my bathroom rug soaking wet?"
Next: Sara can't sleep after the incident in the control room. She seeks out Len, whose also unable to sleep.