Sooo... final chapter... and I'm so sorry it's so short. And that it's up so late. I've actually been out most of today (and much of yesterday too) so I didn't have much time to work on this. But it's ready now, even if it is short.

AFanofYourStory: They definitely can be, lol. And thank you! I'm glad that he comes across as a good villain! And Ray's concern for others was why I liked the character. Perhaps the best example of this was in Failsafe. Thank you so much for your review!


Snart glanced up at the ceiling, at the light fixtures, and then back down at Ray. "Rescue," he said simply.

"Len!" A familiar, and welcomed, voice called out to him.

Sara, Mick close behind her, had reached their prison.

Snart didn't think he'd ever been more relieved to see them.

Although there had been that one time with Mick…

"Snart!" Mick's voice derailed his train of thought.

He aimed his gun at the panel and… Snart really didn't want to see how that would result.

Okay, so maybe he was a little curious, but that still didn't seem like a good idea.

Sara grabbed his arm, shoving it down and away before he could.

Mick glared at her, but he wisely kept his mouth shut, letting the assassin do her work.

Sara slashed at the panel with one of the numerous knives she was never without.

Messy, but effective, as sparks flew from the shattered panel, but the door slid away.

"He needs medical attention," Snart said. Stating the obvious. He knew.

But then Sara was on her knees beside him. Snart let her take over, figuring there had to have been something she'd learned in the area of treating wounds.

"Snart." Mick tossed Snart his cold gun. "Brought something for you."

Snart caught it deftly. "Good to see you partner."

Mick's eyes traveled past him, landing on Ray, and his jaw set. "Likewise."

"Mick." Sara caught their attention. "We need to get him back to Waverider."

Giving Snart one last glance, Mick marched to Sara, collecting Ray with surprising gentleness.

Ray groaned. "Hey, Mick," he managed.

"Haircut," Mick answered gruffly.

"He said one of you had been shot." Sara was suddenly at Snart's side. She met his eyes for just a brief second, her lips were pulled tight in a pencil thin line, and in that brief second Snart realized how worried she'd been. "I thought for a moment…"

She stopped before she went any further, eyes shifting to Mick's retreating form. Something told him she was afraid of revealing too much.

"We need to help him get back to the medbay," she said finally. "Rip and Firestorm have an escape ready, but there could be others."

"Yeah," Snart agreed, arms crossed. His eyes followed Mick, before sneaking a glance at Sara. Her face was unreadable.

Whatever she'd been about to say, it wasn't written on her face.

It was Sara, finally, who made the first move to follow Mick, and, after a three second delay, Snart was behind her, cold gun resting comfortably in his hands where it belonged.

Sara was right.

There still could be enemies on board (thought he doubted it… the team was thorough. He'd give them that.).

And, besides, once they were on board the Waverider, Sara might be more willing to talk.