Author's Note:
Sorry the last chapter was so short, but I think this will make up for it...
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Leonard Snart was never a coward. Safe, sure. He was always looking out for his crew. He didn't kill cops, but that wasn't because he was afraid. He'd stood up for Lisa when they were kids and protected her from his fa- Lewis. Leonard had endured his abuse every day, so he was no coward.
He wasn't an idiot, either.
Which is why Leonard Snart was walking down the corridor of a timeship, listening to the fast clanking of his feet on the metal floor and reminding himself of all the brave things he'd done which brought him to this point. Even when he was prepared to die for his friends when destroying the Oculus, Leonard Snart found he had never been more afraid then he was right now. Because it's not pain that scared Captain Cold; it was the unknown. If he wasn't one hell of a thief, you could argue that Snart over prepared for heists. He had to know everything regarding the location and personal before they went in.
Leonard Snart had always prided himself on being prepared, but nothing could prepare him to hear Sara Lance reject him. Nothing could prepare him to hear her return his feelings either. His future was so unclear now. Which was why, as he walked down the hall to confront her, Leonard Snart was quite afraid of what would happen next.
He consciously slowed his steps when he came within thirty feet of Sara's room. They'd been together too long for Leonard to think she wouldn't be listening and analyzing every move.
She'll notice if I'm nervous. Do I want that? ...No. But how can I- a game. Play a game. You're good at games.
Leonard turned into and leaned against Sara's doorframe. Sara was lying in bed with her hands together.
Maybe this isn't the best time to talk to her…
But then Amy Pond's voice rang through his head, "You idiot, you barely managed to confess your feelings the first time. Don't miss your chance again!"
"Snart?" asked Sara, who was growing tired of Leonard watching her from the doorway.
"Wanna play a little game, Canary?"
"Can we talk while we play?" asked Sara. She turned towards Leonard with an odd look in her eyes, "I have a couple things I want to ask you."
"I have a way we can accomplish both. Got any booze?" Snart asked.
"Picked some up in Chicago."
"Perfect," drawled Snart. He walked over to Sara's desk in the corner and she pointed to a low cabinet. Finding the alcohol rather easily, he pulled it and two shot glasses out and sat on the bed.
Snart looked up at Sara through thin eyelashes and said, "Ever played Truth-or-Dare?"
"Yeah, at slumber parties."
"Well, my version is a bit different; every time one of us surprises the other- we drink. Everytime we refuse to answer or complete a dare- we drink."
"Sounds fun. I'm in," said Sara, sitting up but not moving off the bed. Snart absently noticed she was wearing the same brown turtleneck as when he first mentioned having feelings for her.
Sara's voice suddenly snapped him back to the present, "So, you wanna start? Since it was your idea."
Snart smiled and said, "Ladies first." Sara gave Snart a very unamused look, so Snart decided to try again, "You did say you had questions."
Sara sighed and said, "I once told you… what dying felt like. What did you feel when the Oculus…"
"Blew me to pieces? Honestly I don't remember. The light became so bright it blinded me, then I woke up with Damien Darhk's ugly face over me. After escaping, I researched until I found where the Waverider would be. You were there for the rest."
"Okay" said Sara, "Your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
Sara chuckled at his antics and said, "Truth."
Leonard stared deep into the murky liquid in his glass and said, "When you were stuck in the past with Kendra and Boy Scout, why did you run back to the League?"
Sara frowned and said, "I felt they were the only ones who could help me control my bloodlust. I knew I needed their help to fully control it, and since I didn't expect you to come back for us I didn't care about the brainwashing."
"Why's that?"
"No no no" smiled Sara slyly, "You asked your question. It's my turn, crook. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." if Leonard wanted Sara to keep answering questions, he would too.
"Barry told me you killed your father. Why'd you do it?"
Snart closed his eyes, simultaneously replaying and blocking out the painful memories of that particular heist, "Daddy put a bomb in my little sister's neck and told me he'd kill her if I didn't help him steal something. Once 'Team Flash' had removed the bomb from Lisa, I killed Lewis to make sure he never hurt either of us again."
"That sounds awful."
"I may be a crook, Sara, but I always protect my own."
"Well now that you're a hero, I suppose you protect more than just your own now."
"How about we ease into the whole 'hero' thing?" Leonard said with a grin.
Sara's eyes went to her hands as she said, "Took me awhile to get used to it too. Your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Leonard stared at the fake window. Sara had once told Gideon to never show mountains because they reminded her of Lian Yu and of Nanda Parbat, so her window usually featured a beach or desert. Today, however, there was a smooth winter wonderland with mountains far in the background.
"When I was about to destroy the Oculus, I told you to take Mick and go. When-" Sara shifted uncomfortably, but Leonard continued because he knew they needed to get past this, "...when you kissed me… was it out of pity? Or because of the adrenaline?"
Sara looked surprised, so Leonard continued, "I still wonder what the future holds for me and you."
"No," said Sara suddenly, as if she'd been offended.
"Oh," said Leonard. His walls went back up; he sat up straighter as what she said echoed through his head.
"No, Len, it wasn't out of pity."
Leonard's eyes locked onto hers. The two sat there for a moment, mentally accepting the facts they'd just confirmed.
"Your turn, Canary."
"I have a dare," Sara said in a voice dripping with mischief.
"I'm in. What it is?"
"Hold still."
Time seemed to slow as Sara leaned forward and slid her right hand forward on the bed. As she leaned forward, she looked at Leonard as if expecting him to move away. She noticed a small scar on the bridge of his nose. For a fleeting moment she wondered how he got it. Sara already knew so much about Leonard, but she wanted to be more than his friend. Sara wanted Leonard to be the person she trusted most in the world, and she wanted to be his most trusted ally. And more than anything, she wanted to feel his lips on hers. Sara wanted- actually, Sara needed Snart to know than he was more than just a crook to her.
As their lips met, his lips were unmoving and cold. Sara moved towards him, and when Leonard didn't move she realized what she'd done.
Sara pulled away and breathed, "Not that still."
"Good."
Sara's knees were bent between them on the bed, and Snart was having none of this awkward reaching. He slid his left hand to Sara's lower back and pulled her towards him, his right went forward and helped her maneuver her legs until they were sitting hip-to-hip on the bed.
All sense of patience gone, Sara raised her arm behind Snart's head and pulled his lips towards hers. Sara's mind stopped analyzing for a moment, and Snart's stopped thinking entirely. Their inhibitions faded as the kiss grew more and more intense. Sara's hand had made it to his chest and took his shirt in her fist while Len's other hand moved up and gripped in her hair. Both wanting to ensure they never let the other slip away again.
P.S. If there's a scene or a topic I haven't addressed yet, leave a review below and I'll try to work it into the finale which (I can't believe) I'm already working on! Thank you, readers, for your continued support! This is my first solo story and only my second fanfiction piece ever and I'm so thankful for having such a caring audience! Thank you and I will see y'all back here on Thursday, Jan. 26th for Chapter 15!
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