So, finally I get to post the first chapter I actually wrote. This was directly referred to in Chapter 9 of 'Dear Lisa' (which is why I wrote it first). The nightmare is shorter than most, and the conversation after turned out to be more about Sara than Len, but Len doesn't really do the whole 'talking about his feelings' thing, anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Legends of Tomorrow

WORD COUNT: 1798

"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light." – Helen Keller

Leonard feels like he can't breathe as he stares at the two bloody and beaten women in front of him. Lisa is crying, unable to believe that her friend could do this to her. Sara is angry, glaring at the man standing behind him despite the blood dripping into her eyes.

"Choose," his former partner growls in his ear, "Choose which one lives and which one dies."

It should be easy. Lisa is his baby sister, his everything. He'd give his own life for hers in a heartbeat. But the thought of Sara dying again so soon after coming back makes him sick. He hesitates, not knowing what to do.

Sara shifts her gaze to him, and her face softens. "It's okay, Leonard. Family comes first."

He understands what she's telling him: To save Lisa and let her die. Because Sara will still give her life for others even when the world has put her through so much already, and because Sara knows that Lisa is the only real family Leonard has left. She's chosen another person over her family before, and the result was nothing short of a disaster. She won't let him make the same mistake.

Leonard opens his mouth to give his answer, but he still can't. He can't put Sara to death. He can't put Lisa to death.

Chronos chuckles. "Can't decide? Fine. I guess they both die."

He doesn't shoot, but suddenly both women burst into pillars of flame, their screams drowning out his own. "NOOOOO!"

Saturday, March 19th, 1960

NIGHT SEVENTEEN ON THE WAVERIDER

Leonard bolted upright with a half-strangled yell, eyes wide in fear and grief. He gasped for breath when he realised that he couldn't see a thing; he was surrounded by darkness. Panic and adrenaline still surging through his system, he scrambled off whatever he'd been lying on, trying to figure out where the hell he was. His head spun unexpectedly, and his knees buckled. He dropped to the floor, feeling something pull on his wrist.

"Mr. Snart?"

He froze. He knew that voice.

"Mr. Snart?"

The lights slowly rose to illuminate the room and allow him to recognise it as the Med Bay. He'd been lying on one of the beds there, and the IV cuff was still attached to his wrist, which explained the tugging. Swallowing and taking a deep breath, Leonard did his best to calm down. It was just a dream. The third dream he'd had since falling asleep in the Med Bay after regenerating his hand.

"Mr. Snart, are you alright?" Gideon asked again, "Shall I administer another dose of sedative?"

Leonard sighed, removing the cuff. "Gideon, do you know the definition of insanity?"

"The Oxford Dictionary defines insanity as 'The state of being seriously mentally ill; madness' or 'Extreme foolishness or irrationality'."

"I'm talking about the Einstein quote," he growled as he shakily got to his feet.

"'Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.'"

"Exactly. If it didn't work the last three times, it's not going work a fourth." Steadying himself against the wall, he began to shuffle towards the door. "I can sleep it off in my own room."

"Mr. Snart, I would not recommend-"

"Gideon, exactly what good is sleeping in the Med Bay if the meds aren't going to help? I sleep better in a familiar space, anyway."

That was apparently enough to convince Gideon, because the Med Bay doors slid open when he approached. He vaguely remembered being dragged through there by Kendra, unable to support his own weight as the adrenaline that had allowed him to charge through Nanda Parbat with a newly-severed limb had left him. He was still exhausted from the regeneration process and from his whole ordeal that day, so it was slow going, moving step by step towards his room with the wall helping him stay vertical.

He was almost there when another door swished open. A short, blonde-haired figure froze upon exiting and seeing him there. "Snart?" Sara asked, "What the hell are you doing? You should be in the Med Bay!"

Leonard rolled his eyes. "Gideon's sleep aides weren't helping; I figured I'd sleep better in my own room." He tried to continue on, but he stumbled, his strength fading from the walk.

The hand gripping his shoulder startled him, causing him to flinch. Unexpected touch had rarely meant anything good for him. His eyes snapped up to meet Sara's, seeing her look at him with concern. Without asking his permission, but slowly so as to make it easier on him, she pulled his arm over her shoulders and began to half-carry him down the hallway in the direction of his room.

"Lance, what the hell-"

"I'm not getting up in the morning to find you passed out in the hallway. Everyone has limits, Snart, even you. Learn them."

Leonard wanted to argue, but the fact that he was too tired to do so kind of proved her point. So he just did his best to keep pace with Sara, who was thankfully taking it slow enough that she didn't have to fully support his weight. He suspected she could, though; he'd quickly learned that this woman was not to be underestimated, and she'd already proven she was stronger than she looked.

He felt like falling asleep the second he sat down on his bed, but his curiosity seemed to take over his mouth. "What're you doing up, anyway?"

Sara shrugged. "In the League, we're trained to operate on really small amounts of sleep. I'd started to get back to a normal sleep schedule by the time Rip recruited us, but now I just can't sleep more than a few hours at a time." She paused. "Was there anything in particular keeping you up?"

Leonard shook his head. He didn't want to talk to anyone about his nightmares; never had, really. But he especially didn't want to tell Sara that he'd seen her die, that he hadn't been able to save her or Lisa, even though he'd had the chance.

"Mr. Snart was woken by nightmares three times tonight," Gideon blabbed, "Most likely caused by the stress of his earlier abduction and the injuries he sustained while escaping."

Leonard threw a heated glare at the ceiling, where Gideon's voice seemed to be coming from. "Shut up, Gideon," he growled. Really, someone needed to teach the AI how to mind her own business.

Sara gave him a small half-smile. "Yeah, I guessed as much," she said calmly. At his startled look – how had she known?! – she continued: "What, you think you're the only one on this ship with demons?"

Leonard avoided her gaze. "Of course not." He knew perfectly well that their resident assassin had things that would haunt her at night, and the others probably had something that he just didn't know about. "But it's none of your business what I dream about, or what I choose, or-"

"Choose?" Now Sara looked confused. Dammit, he hadn't meant for that to slip out. He really was tired.

He sighed. "The last one… I had to choose between my sister and… and the team." He didn't want to tell her that she'd been the only one he'd had to choose against Lisa. He still didn't understand why that was. Sure, he was admittedly closer to Sara than he was to anyone else on the team, but why did the thought of losing her hurt so much? Dammit, he was getting too attached to these people, wasn't he? "I had to choose who lived and who died."

That got a reaction from Sara he wasn't expecting. She got this dark, distant look in her eyes, like her mind was somewhere else – and not a very pleasant somewhere else. "This one time… After the Gambit sank, I was pulled from the water by this man named Anthony Ivo. He was some kind of scientist, searching for some World War Two super-soldier serum created by the Japanese. The only samples of the serum were on a submarine that had been lost in the area. His search took us to Lian Yu, where Oliver had landed and met up with a few people. Anthony was… cruel… beyond words. He had a dozen prisoners on board his boat… his guinea pigs. I had to help him with his experiments so that he wouldn't put me in with them as well. So when I found Oliver, we escaped the ship together and met up with his friends. But Ivo was following us. Sla- One member of our group was badly hurt, and was left behind when Ivo and his men caught up to us. He held me and the other woman, Shado, at gunpoint, and told Oliver to choose who would live and who would die. Oliver refused, but when Ivo turned his gun on me… he made his choice. Ivo killed Shado right in front of us."

There were tears in her eyes, running down her face. Leonard didn't think he'd ever seen her this vulnerable; not in the engine room, not when she was warring with herself over whether or not she should kill Stein in Russia.

"That other friend was named Slade Wilson. He was in love with Shado, and between the grief, the rage, and getting a dose of the super-soldier serum, he went insane, and he became the first Deathstroke. The monster that killed Oliver's mother and laid siege to Starling City two years ago. The same siege that killed Ray's fiancée. The one we saw in 2046 was his son, only he obviously succeeded where his father failed." She took a shuddering breath. "Sometimes I think that if I'd died instead of Shado, none of that would have happened. I know Oliver still blames himself for what Slade became. But that's not right. Ivo was the one who made him choose, just to get some sadistic pleasure. Anthony Ivo is the one to blame for Shado's death, and for Deathstroke." She looked at Leonard for the first time since she started talking. "None of us would blame you for doing what you have to in order to protect your sister, Leonard. Just remember that."

And she walked out, leaving him an impossible mix of unsettled and reassured.

Okay, I hope you liked that one! Next up is Mick.