A thick british accent suddenly rang through the ship, "Everyone please report to the bridge. We will be landing in Rome 289BC soon."

Definitely Rip, thought Leonard. He slowly put up his book, got up from his sprawled position on the rec room sofa, and began walking towards the bridge.

Once there, a problem became evident. There were eight passenger chairs and ten passengers.

"We ran into the same problem on one of my Boy Scout trips."

"Called it." grunted Mick.

Ray gave him a sarcastic smile before starting laughing, "We- we had to sit on each other's laps the whole way there! We joked about it for years."

"That's actually… not a terrible idea" Rip said very hesitantly.

"What?" said Mick.

"Well, it's not a great solution and I'll have Gideon make some more in the materialization chamber, but we're only landing and it should work."

The spunky redhead smiled and said "Okay… well I'll sit with Mr. Chilly over here…"

"You and Rory have my seat." said Sara suddenly. Everyone stopped at her unexpected comment. "I'll sit with Leonard."

So she did. As The Doctor took what was once Carter Hall's chair, Sara got up and lowered herself onto Leonard's lap without lifting her feet from the floor.

Rip's eyes found Leonard's wide ones and shrugged.

Leonard Snart had never been an outgoing kid. He was always quiet, never spoke to other kids, and would would shy away from those who tried to talk to him. When he and Lisa walked home together, the teachers wondered why the boy who shivered at every touch held onto his little sister as if she'd be dragged away if he let go.

He wore long clothes to hide the bruises, cuts, and maze of scars. Whenever the teachers asked Leonard about it, he'd insist he was just feeling cold.

Leonard Snart had been cold for so long that he barely remembered what warm felt like...

...then came Sara Lance.

Her sunshine was thawing his heart but if Lewis had taught Len anything, it was that a frozen heart is much harder to stab.

So Leonard pushed his feelings for the blonde away. He shrugged them off and didn't dwell on them. It was only in the Russian cold that he realized how much he cared about her.

"Sorry, is this man bothering you? Don't trouble yourself." Be smooth, play it cool Snart.

"I'm not a damsel in distress." Valentina said, but if she faced half the stuff we do she would be.

"Good, because I'm not a white knight." And the award for understatement of the year goes to-

"Seems intermission is over." The Russian girl said.

Stop thinking. You need to be casual! "You wouldn't want to miss Queen Nisia dancing naked with the nymphs."

Valentina smiled, "My favorite part of the ballet, but I've seen it so many times. Perhaps, you wouldn't mind walking me home instead."

Why couldn't winning over Sara be this easy?

Well, if it was this easy, you probably wouldn't bother. After all, you like stealing precious things not just having them.

Kissing Valentina was even more difficult. Snart couldn't get Sara out of his head. Why?

Things became even more complicated later, during their attack on the gulag...

Sara's voice came through over the comms, shaking in a way that couldn't be blamed on a bad connection, "I have the shot."

"Sara, don't do it." Wait, what did I say?

"I don't have a choice. It's the only way to save Star City, the future."

Sara can't become a killer again! She's worked too hard to get back into the light, I won't let her! She's come too far… choose your words carefully…

"That's how a killer thinks. And that's not you anymore."

Why do I care about this girl so much? I care about Mick, but I've never tried to keep him on the high road. Excluding banning my crew from killing… maybe that's all it is. I've begun thinking of Sara as a part of my crew and my crew doesn't kill. Yeah… sure.

No.

It's more than that.

As Leonard had lived with a cold heart for so long, he knew better than anyone that he shouldn't push Sara to explore her feelings for him- even if he knew they existed.

The ship landed and Snart snapped out of his trip down memory lane. Sara's back pushed back into him as she got up (thankfully she did so quickly).

"That wasn't so bad, was it Lance?" snarked Snart.

Sara laughed gently and walked towards the cargo hold to get her knives. Snart then stood up and went to retrieve his cold gun from his room.

"Mr. Snart!" called Rip

"Yes?" said Snart coldly

"Um, best leave the parka here. We are trying to blend in and this is ancient Rome. I'll have Gideon make special togas -and pants- for you and Mr. Rory."

"It would be my pleasure, Captain."

"Fine. But F. Y. I… Unless some of the passengers on this ship, I can't run in a dress."

"Duly noted Mr. Snart. I will construct a shirt style of toga for you and Mr. Rory."

"Like pirates." said Mick.

Leonard gave a tight smile and turned toward his room with only one thought...

This should be fun.