They had just left 1960 and were set to head off to 2146 as their next destination. But first, especially after all the damage Mick caused as Chronos, they needed to stop at a service station to get fuel for the Waverider.

The station was in a place outside of time, in some sort of pocket dimension of the temporal zone. It was a place where time pirates often stopped to refuel their ships, because no way could Rip stop anywhere a Time Master might stop.

"Now the Time Masters have no doubt placed a huge bounty on our heads so please TRY not to draw too much attention to yourselves." Rip had stressed as they were getting off the ship, leave it to time pirates to find an abandoned service station next to a bar.

Everyone promised to listen, if not to keep themselves safe then to avoid a lecture from Rip that the three who have been stranded are in no rush to get back to hearing. So while Rip attempted to get some fuel for the ship the rest of the team crowded around a table in the musty bar, all except for a certain captain of cold. While the rest of the team sat around their table Snart sat off at the back corner of the counter, having downed three shots of whiskey by the time Sara made her way over to him.

"Want some company?" She asked and he looked up at her with pupils just starting to dilate from the alcohol, but not quite yet unfocused in a drunken haze.

"Sure, why not?" He agreed after a moment or two of thoughtful consideration.

Sara took a seat on the vacant stool next to him and ordered a shot for herself, Snart watched as she downed it greedily.

"Not much alcohol in the league of assassins?" He asked with observation,

"Only on special occasions, and definitely not enough to get drunk." She informed and he nodded.

"Well if you're looking to get drunk tonight I think it's only fair to warn you that I won't be in any condition to take care of you." He said as she downed another shot and nodded.

"I don't blame you, after today." She mused and he didn't say anything. They each ordered another shot and took them, remaining quiet for a good few minutes after that. "How's your hand?"

Len looked his newly replaced appendage over when she asked; it still felt a strange mix of foreign and familiar to him.

"Alright," he finally answered in a drawl, "Not the worst thing that's happened today," he continued and when Sara didn't reply he decided to keep talking. "You knew I didn't kill him, didn't you?" He asked and she allowed herself a small grin as she ordered another shot for each of them.

"Yeah, I knew." She admitted; they each took their shot.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked, tracing his fingers over the rim of his glass.

Sara shrugged, "Thought you might deny it," she replied, "Figured that you'd tell me, or someone else, when you were ready." She replied and he smirked.

"Trust me Sara, you're the only one I would've trusted with that secret." He assured her and she smirked a little, pleased to hear this. "But, doesn't matter now, the cat's out of the bag." He continued and she simply pursed her lips in thought. "So, two years back with the league," Snart mused, changing the topic.

Sara nodded but said nothing.

"Learn any new tricks?" He continued to pester.

"A few," she confirmed, "One being how to control my bloodlust." She continued and he cracked a wry grin at her.

"Congratulations," He drawled and she chuckled as he ordered them each another shot.

"Thank you," she said; they clinked their glasses together and each downed the shot.

That was the last shot either of them took, so as they sat there at the bar for another hour or so they weren't wasted by any means, but they were each far enough gone that when they tried to stay while the others went back to the ship they were warned that if they didn't return within a few hours someone was coming back and dragging them out.

"It's all talk you know," Len drawled once the others were gone, "Even with all of them put together they'd be lucky to drag one of us out of here if we didn't want to leave, they could never handle both of us." He continued and Sara chuckled at the mental image it put in her head of a bar fight against the rest of the team.

"They'd send Ray, Kendra, and Jax." She finally mused,

"How do you figure?" Len questioned and she smirked.

"Ray's strong enough to drag you out of here, but too cautious to actually do it without Kendra yelling at him, same with Jax. Kendra knows how to handle me at my worst, and that's saying something. Besides, I doubt Rip and the old man would do much more than stand there yelling at us." She explained her reasoning and Snart had to agree with it.

"Well why don't we do the team a favor and go back on our own?" He suggested,

"Did Captain Cold start taking orders in the two years I was gone?" She asked and he gave her a smirk.

"Hardly," he defended with a grin, "But it's getting late, and it's been a long day." He said and she nodded in agreement but made no motion to vacate her seat. "You still want to get drunk don't you?" He asked, however much to his surprise she shook her head.

"I just don't want to go back to my room," she admitted and when he raised a questioning eyebrow at her, silently prompting her to elaborate, she began to trace her finger around the rim of her glass to calm herself. "When I came back from the dead I promised myself that I was done. I went to places where even Malcolm Merlin couldn't find me and drag me back to the league. I thought that this mission could fix everything broken inside me, and for a while I actually thought it was working. But then… the second I ended up in a bad situation I did exactly what the mission was supposed to stop me from doing." She explained and if he were being honest, Snart would almost say that he felt sorry for her. He didn't of course; Sara Lance is the last person on earth who wants someone to pity her.

"Act drunker than you are," he finally instructed, she looked at him with a quizzical glare.

"What?" She asked in total confusion,

"If you don't want the team giving us both crap about you sleeping in my room tonight, you'll make it look like you need a babysitter." He explained, she thought over for a minute what he was suggesting, that if she didn't want to be alone tonight than he would stay with her, and a small grin crept across her face.

They walked back to the ship, the entire time Sara stumbling and Snart keeping his hands planted firmly on her shoulders as though he were guiding her. The only person they ended up crossing paths with was Jax, and he seemed to think it be a good idea that someone stay with Sara for the night.

"Shit, we forgot to grab my pajamas." Sara cursed once Len closed his door. He sighed at the reminder but didn't really feel like walking all the way down to her room (two doors down) so he simply tossed her one his t-shirts.

"Here," he mumbled as she caught the garment.

"First drinks and now this, are you trying to get lucky, Leonard?" She asked with a teasing smirk, his back was turned to her so she could change but she still sensed the roll of his eyes.

"As fun as that would be, Canary, it's not what I was planning." He said,

"Aw, too bad." She mock pouted, though she almost sounded to be genuinely disappointed.

Once he was sure she was done changing Snart turned around and looked at her with a questioning glare.

"How drunk are you?" He finally asked; she shrugged.

"Not that drunk," she replied, "Just two years sober and lonely."

After that everything pretty much happened in a blur. Maybe he kissed her first, or maybe she kissed him. He slipped his hands under the shirt she barrowed from him around the same time she started fiddling with his belt. He took a condom out of his top drawer and opened it while running his hands over her ass, neither of them noticing that the latex might have snagged between his finger just a little bit and weakened; possibly even ripped.

"Snart?" Kendra finally managed to ask in complete and total disbelief once Sara had told her the story, choosing for both their sakes forgo any details that did not need to be given.

"Yup," The blonde replied with a huff and a nod, "We haven't talked about it since, I don't think either of us is very good with feelings."

"You have to tell him," Kendra said firmly,

"I know," Sara quickly replied, albeit very unenthusiastically. "He's going to find out sooner or later," she sighed like she didn't want to admit this, because in all honestly she didn't.

The two of them were quiet for a moment, just sitting there on the bed in total silence as each tried to think about what to say next.

"You know it's funny," Sara mused, finally breaking the heavy silence. "I didn't show it but after I drank Mick under the table in the old west I felt really hung over, and all I could think about was this girl back in college who partied every night until she came stumbling back at noon the next day. We all knew she was hooking up a lot, and then one night she had two beers and it made her sick. Turns out she was pregnant," She explained.

"So, you already thought you could've been… you know?" Kendra asked, trying to avoid using the word because it was obvious that her friend still isn't all that comfortable with the idea.

"The thought crossed my mind," she admitted, "But I told myself it was just because I hadn't drank that much in almost three years and the liquor was half gasoline anyway." She explained before her eyes suddenly grew wide with panic, "Oh my god," she gasped in a voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" Kendra asked,

"I drank Mick under the table, I think I took somewhere between nine and eleven shots! What if… What if I-"

"Sara, Sara calm down!" Kendra nearly shouted over her panicking friend as she grabbed her shoulders and prompted her to look her in the eye. "Sara, Sara look at me. Look at me," she instructed until she finally had the blonde's attention. "I'm sure you're fine, I'm sure everything is ok. You're not very far along, and you were even less along then. It was probably too early for it to have an effect. If you want, Gideon can give you another scan, make sure everything is ok with the baby." She suggested and Sara started to calm, the sound of a rational voice putting her racing mind at ease. "Come on, let's go." Kendra prompted once Sara seemed to be getting a grip.

"Back already haircut?" Mick asked when Ray returned to the brig, they had pretty much finished the improvements they were making to the cells and Mick had been just finishing up the last one when Ray left.

"You are never going to believe what I just saw," Ray said, his face still as shocked as it was when he first opened his bedroom door and saw what was happening inside.

"Try me," Mick said with a chuckle, "Not sure if you remember but I was a temporal bounty hunter, I've seen a lot of things."

"Not like this," Ray assured as he walked further into the room. "Don't tell anyone," he requested,

"What are we? Twelve year old girls?" Mick mocked but Ray paid no attention to the sarcastic answer he had been given.

"I just went into my room, and Sara was in there with Kendra, and she was crying." He said it like it was the most unbelievable thing in the world. "And I mean balling her eyes out crying." He added when all Mick did in response was raise an eyebrow to show that he wasn't impressed.

"Kendra?" He asked, knowing that there was no possible way Sara was the one crying.

"Sara," Ray confirmed, Mick's eyebrows furrowed at the idea.

"What happened to her?" He finally questioned but Ray just shrugged exasperatedly.

"What could've happened to her?" He asked, "I mean its Sara, she doesn't exactly cry over spilled milk."

"Think it has anything to do with how she fainted on the last mission?" Mick asked,

"Doubt it," Ray said with a shake of his head, "She said she was just dehydrated,"

"And you believe that?" Mick asked incredulously, like Snart he hadn't bought Sara's excuse for one second.

"What reason would she have for lying?" Ray asked but he soon regretted it when a mischievous smirk crossed his teammate's face.

"That haircut," he began, clasping Ray on the shoulder as he spoke, "Is what we need to find out."

"Are you sure you don't want Snart in here for this?" Kendra asked for the second time since she and Sara had reentered the med bay. They had asked Gideon to scan Sara again and check up on the status of the baby, but the AI's response was to inform them that because it's still so early in Sara's pregnancy she couldn't accurately assess the baby for any issues without the use of the ultrasound machine. So Sara climbed on the chair/bed while Kendra dragged out the machine.

"Kendra I am barely at terms with this, there is no way I'm telling Leonard right now." She deadpanned as she rolled up her shirt and Kendra turned the machine on.

"Huh, black and white. Thought Rip would've had one of those 3D ultrasound machines." Kendra mused as she flicked on the machine and the screen looked akin to something from the late 90's or something.

"Unfortunately Miss Saunders, the Waverider's ultrasound machine was damaged during a mission prior to the current one. The machine you are using was only supposed to be temporary in case an emergency arose." Gideon informed her as Sara squeezed some gel onto her stomach, shivering slightly at how cold it was.

"Well I'm glad, those 3D ultrasounds creep me out." The blonde cringed and Kendra raised an amused and yet questioning eyebrow at her.

"What? The babies look like they're inside of a pickle jar!" She exclaimed in defense as Kendra laughed and started moving the wand around over her friend's abdomen.

"Thanks for that mental image," she laughed before focusing entirely on the screen. "Now what am I…looking for." She began to asked but soon trailed off and her voice quieted as both she and Sara stared in stunned amazement at the screen.

The computer was displaying an image that looked like a cone if you cut it in half. It was black and white with little grains that reminded both girls of TV static, but then in the bottom left hand corner of it was a little pocket of just black and inside of that was a grey little blob.

"I am detecting that the unborn child's heart rate is at a healthy 108 beats per minute, and there don't appear to be any complications with the child at this time." Gideon's words fell on nearly deaf ears. Both woman heard them, and registered them, but neither responded. In fact it was almost a solid two minutes before Sara finally swallowed her nerves and brought herself to speak.

"I'm… I'm going to be a mom."