The Legends have never been known to have a track record of success, not by a long shot. But this, Leonard thought to himself, this was a new level of ridiculous failure even for them.

And of course all he could do was think it to himself, because after a trip to the year 2058 in order to deal with a truly psychotic scientist he had been left unable to speak for about three hours now and it didn't look like the nerds were making any progress in reversing his 'condition'.

"It really is fascinating how she managed to completely deprive him of his ability to speak without damaging his vocal chords." Stein said in awe as he read through Leonard's scan results, all while Len fixed him with a rather pointed look.

"Yeah… he doesn't exactly think it's all that fascinating." Sara informed the Professor, noticing Len's expression right away and reading it easily.

"Oh, of course." Stein spluttered, "My apologies, it's just that chemical weaponry as advanced as this isn't even yet theoretical in our time."

"I don't care, just fix it." Leonard thought, trying to convey his feelings with a look that he hoped at least Sara would understand.

"He doesn't care, he just wants you to fix him." Sara conveyed, nearly word for word, much to Leonard's surprise. He had thought she would understand, but maybe not that well. "What?" She went on, clearly seeing the shock on his face.

"Nothing," he thought and Sara sighed with a roll of her eyes, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and was calling bullshit on it.

"Any luck with the speechless patient?" Amaya's voice came questioning as she and Mick strode into the med bay side by side, neither of them had been there when Leonard was poisoned but when they met up with him and he was even more silent than usual they knew that something was wrong.

"Afraid not," Sara said and Mick smirked.

"What's so funny?" Len wanted very badly to ask the question aloud, but alas he could not.

"Len wants to know what's so funny," Sara relayed and ok, it was starting to get a little scary how well she was reading his thoughts.

"Nothing, just that the guy who always has to have the last word suddenly can't speak." Mick snorted and Sara turned her focus back to Len, trying to once again guess his thoughts so that he might not have to sit here COMPLETELY defenseless.

"Jackass," Len thought and Sara chuckled.

"Jackass," she echoed and now he couldn't help but look at her completely bewildered, this was just getting too weird.

"Did that scientist get to you with some kind of mind reading serum?" He wasn't entirely sure whether the question was serious or sarcastic, but he was almost positive that he wasn't going to get an actual answer.

Almost.

"I'm just guessing, I promise." Sara said with a roll of her eyes and it was close enough to a specific answer that Len was still just the slightest bit freaked out by it.

"Guessing to what?" Amaya asked, snapping the blonde's attention over to her.

"What he's thinking," she replied and Mick huffed out another laugh.

"Good luck Blondie, there's no reading Snart's mind." He said and Len gave his friend a look, trying to convey his thoughts of. "As much as I'd love to agree with you, she hasn't been wrong yet."

"What?" Amaya asked when Sara began laughing, despite the fact that there wasn't anything particularly funny.

"He's frustrated because I've been right so far." She said and so with a bewildered expression of his own Mick looked to Leonard who nodded, leaving his partner, ironically, at a loss for words.

"Huh," Mick mused, "Well, at least you don't have to walk around with a pen and paper."

Len wasn't entirely sure if Mick was serious or joking, although it was Mick so he was probably serious.

"That actually may not be a bad idea, Mr. Rory." Stein spoke up; Len had almost forgotten the professor was there. "I'm going to get Raymond, but for now I don't suspect that we'll have a cure for Mr. Snart any time soon. He might want to consider a pen and paper."

"Great," Sara drawled when Len rolled his eyes, once again reading his thoughts.

As the day went on Leonard did in fact carry around a notebook and pen, though he barely used them. He didn't do much else than play cards with Sara, an activity that doesn't necessarily require talking. Besides, Sara was able to read him well enough that they could have a basic conversation. He knew he should've been extremely uncomfortable with that. He had always prided himself on being an excellent liar, yet Sara was somehow able to determine almost exactly anything that he was trying to say, so long as she had some context to put it in. He made a note to be careful of what he thought around her for the next few hours.

Anyway, after an entire afternoon of card games, the two of them went to the galley to grab something to eat, and ran into Nate and Jax.

"Hey," Jax greeted them.

"Hey," Sara returned as she made her way over to the replicator, punching in the code for a sandwich.

"Still can't talk Snart?" Nate asked and Len raised his eyes at him, while Sara rolled hers once she saw.

"Be nice," she chastised him and so he directed a new, more glaring look, towards her. "Yes you did," she argued with his, obviously unspoken, "I didn't say anything."

"Not technically," he thought but she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unimpressed with his excuse, or at least the lines she was sure it was going along.

"I don't care, he's just concerned." She reasoned and Len smirked with what would've been a laugh had he been able to emit one.

"Please, he's more concerned about his ex-girlfriend spending most of her time with Mick." He thought and maybe it was the sudden change in topic, or the almost dirty smirk he was giving, but he wasn't too sure that Sara was going to guess that one.

Yet, when she looked at him with a mix of amusement and disappointment, he knew she had at least the general idea of what he was thinking.

"I'm not saying that," she informed him.

"I didn't ask you to,"

"Good." She answered,

"Ok," Jax interrupted the two of them, "What is going on here?"

"What does it look like kid?" Leonard thought, "We're talking about Heywood behind his back."

Sara rolled her eyes at him with just the smallest hint of a smile on her face, obviously having gotten that he had answered Jax with some sort of sarcasm.

"Snart can't talk, but apparently we know each other well enough that I can more or less read his mind." She explained and Len looked at her with false skepticism.

"I wouldn't go as far as to call you a mind reader." He thought, testing her just a little.

"I would," she replied with a smirk and a wink, knowing without a doubt that he had thought something about mind reading being a bit of a stretch.

"Yeah right," Nate scoffed, although Jax looked to be convinced. "This guy has one of the most extensive criminal records that I know of. After all the cops who have interrogated him, I doubt even Mick could tell what he's thinking."

"And Mick can't," Len thought to himself, his eyes flashing dangerously when, for once having good timing, Raymond entered the room.

"Snart! There you are!" The overly enthusiastic man exclaimed, obviously failing to pick up on the tension in the room. "Stein and I finished an antidote for you, come on." He said before all but skipping out of the room and Leonard followed, grateful that if all goes well he will soon be able to tell Heywood to shove it.

"Alright Mr. Snart, now this may take a few minutes to work and your voice will likely be weak from a lack of use when it returns, but you should be speaking again in less than ten minutes." Stein said as he prepared a vile of a bright green liquid, one that reminded Leonard a little too much of the sour gel you're supposed to squirt onto candy, the kind his sister enjoys drinking straight from the tube, much to his disgust. "Are you ready?" Stein asked and Len couldn't help the glare he gave the older man.

"What do you think?"

"Shut up," Sara teased him with a grin, making him smirk and Ray look as weireded out as Jax had been. He had heard about how Snart had been communicating through Sara all day, and thought it was sweet that she somehow knew exactly what he was thinking, but now he could definitely see why the others thought it was a little strange.

Without another word, from anyone, Stein handed Snart the vile and the reformed crook tipped it back as though it were a shot, and promptly gagged on it.

"Jesus, are you two sure that thing is safe?" He croaked immediately, coughing into his arm violently as he tried to expel the taste of the antidote from his mouth.

"Hm, I thought your voice would surely take some time to return." Stein mused as Leonard continued to cough, just barely calming enough to accept the water Sara was holding out to him, which he gulped down gratefully.

"Did you also think this little potion of yours would taste worse than vomit?" He snarled as his coughing and gagging finally subsided.

"Sorry," Ray cringed, "We probably should've warned you about that."

"Well, nevertheless, it is good to hear you speaking again Mr. Snart." Stein beamed.

"Thanks," Len choked sarcastically, air finally returning to his lungs as the nerd twins left, leaving him alone with Sara.

At first they were quiet, which was a little odd because he had just gotten his voice returned to him, meaning it no longer had to be quiet.

"So… was I actually right all day or were you just humoring me?" Sara asked, the heel of her boot scuffing the floor as she kicked at nothing.

Len smiled at her question, "What do you think?" He deadpanned and she smiled back, knowing she had been right. So he took a step closer to her, almost in her personal space but she didn't back away. "I had to be very careful with what I thought today, there are some things I want you hearing from me and not your own mouth."

"Like what?" Sara asked with a coy smile that Len returned, and he almost considered asking her to guess, but he knew she would get it right, so he didn't.

"Like that I love you."

They were words he had only spoken a handful of times throughout his life. He'd said them to Lisa, to his mother, probably to his father when he was still in preschool and too young to understand that you don't HAVE to love your parents. He had even said them to Mick once or twice, either when drunk or in a life or death situation that was tipping uncomfortably towards the death option. He had planned on saying it to Alexia one day, but he quickly realized that would've been a mistake. So by that point in his life he thought he had already said, "I love you" to everyone for whom he would ever mean it.

Then he met Sara Lance.

She stared back up at him, her eyes bright and mouth slightly agape, as if he had finally caught her by surprise. "You don't have to-" he began to assure her but she was already looping her arms around his neck, smiling brightly up at him as she stood up on her toes to even out their height difference.

"I love you too," she promised before her lips were on his in a sweet, meaningful kiss.

His hands went to her hips, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

"Don't we have a rule about making out in public rooms?" Mick's brash voice sounded from behind them, where he stood in the doorway eating a candy bar.

"Not that I'm aware of," Sara laughed as she and Len broke apart, her turning in order to see Mick.

"Well we should," he grunted before he walked away, leaving the two of them to their own devices once more, as if he hadn't just told them to find a different room.

The two of them laughed as Sara turned back to Leonard, his hands still on her hips.

"He's probably right," she said, "We might want to move to one of our rooms."

"Afraid someone will see us fraternizing?" He teased and Sara chuckled.

"Hardly," she promised, "Just that Mick will tell the first person he runs into about what he just saw, and there's a very good chance that will be Ray. I don't think he's caught on to us yet, so knowing him he'll come running down here to see if it's true."

"Meaning we should get out now," Len finished when, as if on cue…

"WHAT!?" Ray's excited voice came from down the hall.

"Ray don't!" Amaya's shout followed and neither Sara nor Leonard could help the laughter that escaped them.

"Should we still move?" Len asked and Sara smiled before leaning up and giving his lips a quick peck.

"We don't have anything to hide," she grinned and so did he, before he was capturing her lips again, and as the sounds of Ray and Amaya arguing grew closer they didn't pull away.