"What are you two doing?" Leonard asked when he came home almost two weeks after Mick's funeral and found his girlfriend and his sister sitting on the couch with a laptop, a checklist, and a few magazines.

"Planning Sara's baby shower," Lisa replied just as her brother came up behind the couch and peered over her shoulder at the laptop screen, taking a look at the invitation she was designing.

"What's a baby shower?" He asked and both girls turned their heads to look at him with very unamused glares. "Kidding," he defended dryly, his hands up in surrender as he walked around and took a seat in the chair. "That's one of the things that the guy isn't supposed to go to, right?" He asked and Sara nodded,

"Right so October 8th find somewhere else to be," she instructed him.

"I don't know, it's the twenty-first century, I think he should come." Lisa mocked and while Sara smirked Leonard just looked annoyed.

"Some things are tradition for a reason Lisa," he insisted, very much wanting to avoid going to this baby shower.

"I don't know Len, she does have a point." Sara laughed and Len just glared at her very unamused, causing her to laugh even more. "Calm down, I'm not going to make you come." She assured him.

"Thank you," he said,

"Ok, so pink or blue invitations?" Lisa suddenly asked Sara and Len couldn't help but chuckle, he warned her that Lisa was going to go off the deep end.

"I don't know, how about green?" Sara suggested, she had her second ultrasound done last week but they had ultimately decided to keep the baby's gender as a surprise, something that had annoyed both Lisa and Cisco because it meant that now they had to prolong their bet.

Lisa groaned but began browsing around her program for a green or maybe even a yellow that both she and Sara could deem acceptable.

"Why are you two planning a baby shower two months in advance?" Len asked but neither of the girls look away from the laptop screen, in fact Sara ignored him completely and just pointed to something on the screen.

"This isn't like a birthday party that you can decide to have the night before, you have to do a gift registry and all that stuff in advance. Oh yeah, that's good." Lisa explained before looking at whatever Sara was pointing to on the screen.

He knew she was right, but Len still rolled his eyes at how involved his sister had made herself with this. Who knew that an ex-criminal nearly turned hero and raised by an abusive bastard could be so openly excited about a baby?

Actually, that is one quality of Lisa that Leonard had always admired. Their father was always, for lack of a better term, an asshole. On top of that their mom died when she was still in diapers, she was raised pretty much by a kid and an elderly dementia patient. No one ever showed her how to properly care for anything; all she has in that department maternal instinct, most of which their father probably traumatized out of her as a kid. But she's never let these things hinder her. It was never a question for her; she never said "If I have kids," it was always when. She was always so confident that she would become a mother one day, and that she would be better than their father ever was. Len had made the same vow, but on an if notion. He never really pictured himself settling down and having children, thought he'd die on a job before he ever got around to it. But now, here they are, he and his girlfriend are having a baby and his sister is right by their side and so sure that she and him can be better than their father that the dead man doesn't even cross her mind.

But he crosses his.

Lewis Snart crosses through the mind of his son that night in the form of a dream. Leonard remembers all of the pain that his father inflicted on him and his sister, and he remembers all of the years that he foolishly believed that the cruel punishments had been something that dads just did. So it was in is dream where Leonard saw himself screaming, not yelling, but full blown screaming. He was in the living room of the apartment, he couldn't make out his words and he couldn't stop them. But he heard another noise along with his own, the sound of crying. High pitched sobs that were only ever interrupted by hiccups coming from the same source. Finally, he did make out one thing that he said, but he wished that he hadn't.

"SHUT UP!" His dream counterpart bellowed before he heard the all too familiar smack of a flat palm hitting harshly against bare flesh.

Len bolted up in a cold sweat, eyes snapping opening as he caught his breath and Sara's eyes fluttered open next to him.

"Leonard?" She asked with a yawn before she sat up, "What is it?"

"Nothing," he replied as his girlfriend rubbed the sleep from her eyes and even in her tired state still managed to fix him with a glare that said she didn't believe him for even a second.

"Just tell me," she pleaded but when he gave no indication that he was going to speak she huffed in annoyance. "Come on, I'm up now and I'm not going back to sleep, so you might as well tell me so we don't have to sit here in silence." She insisted and so he huffed out a sigh.

"Do think I'd ever hurt our kid?" He asked her, she seemed taken back by that answer and although she didn't he noticed how she subconsciously moved a hand to rest on her stomach, he sure did.

"No," she finally answered, "Why would you- you're father?" She asked knowingly and he sighed,

"I know I'm not him, and I'm not too worried because I never raised a hand to Lisa, but the fear is still there." He admitted and Sara nodded solemnly,

"I know what you mean," she agreed and he simply looked curiously at her. "My bloodlust," she clarified, "I have control of it now but it's still inside of me, what if, what if the baby gets it?" She asked fearfully.

Truthfully Len didn't know how to respond to that, he knew Sara wouldn't listen if he told her the idea was crazy and to be honest he wasn't so sure it was. He did pay SOME attention in school and he knows that mental disorders can be hereditary, what if bloodlust works that way?

"What about Ra's's daughter?" He found himself asking while putting an arm around Sara and pulling her closer to him. "Did she ever have a bloodlust problem?" He continued and Sara shook her head, much to his relief.

"No," she replied, "But Ra's was her father, so obviously she was never… you know, inside of him." Sara explained and this time Len could tell her that she was being paranoid.

"That doesn't make a difference," he assured her, "As long as you don't let your bloodlust overpower you while your pregnant it won't matter that you're the one carrying it." He assured but she didn't look convinced.

"How do you know that?" She asked and he sighed,

"I don't," he admitted, "But I'm thinking it works the same way as stress; if you had a stress problem the kid would stand just as much of a chance at getting it as it would if it were me who had the problem. The only thing that would increase the chances would be if you were constantly stressed throughout your pregnancy." He explained and at that Sara couldn't help but raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.

"Where did you learn that?" She questioned and he simply smirked,

"I might have skimmed through a few of those books," He admitted and she smirked, she had been keeping a few pregnancy books underneath the bed, as well as downloaded a few to her iPad, but Leonard had continuously claimed that they were stupid and full of lies.

"I told you those were helpful," Sara smirked as she cuddled closer to him. "Don't worry about Lewis, you're going to be great." She assured him.

"There's no textbook answer for that," He pointed out, still a little unsure of himself.

"Don't need one," Sara insisted while closing her eyes, "The last few months are proof enough."

That conversation wasn't revisited much, or at all really, after that night. But there was one thing mentioned that apparently did need revisiting, and that was Ra's al Ghul's daughter.

Sara decided to go to Jitter's one morning on her way to work, partly because they were out of coffee at the apartment and partly because Lisa had texted her saying that she had overslept and asking the blonde if she wouldn't mind bringing her a coffee. So with that decided Sara had gone into the coffee shop and after a few minutes of waiting in line she noticed a woman sitting alone at one of the tables. There was something familiar about this woman, she had dark brown hair and a complexion that made her appear mostly of Asian decent but maybe second or third generation. Sara knew she had seen this woman before, thought that she even might have known her once, but she just couldn't place it. After a few minutes the woman noticed her and immediately she appeared to be studying her just curiously, and that was when Sara placed her face.

The woman was Nyssa.

She hadn't recognized her at first because the clothes that she was wearing looked so out of place on Nyssa's body. Sure Sara had seen her in street clothes before when on undercover assignments, though those were few and far between. But she had always opted for nothing more than a pair of jeans and a hoodie over a t-shirt, along with some thrift store sneakers. This Nyssa was wearing a pair of wedged heels with her dark blue skinny jeans, a red sheer shirt with a dangling gold necklace and matching earrings. She had her hair pulled back into a low and neat ponytail, which was probably another factor in Sara not recognizing her at first. But she seemed to place Sara only a split second after Sara placed her, and once she did she promptly got up and made her way for the door of the coffee shop.

Sara knew that she shouldn't do this, she knew that she should just stay put and order her coffee. But something about letting Nyssa run off without saying anything to her just didn't feel right. So she got out of line and took off after the other girl, who hadn't even gotten halfway down the street by the time Sara got outside.

"Nyssa!" She called and she could practically feel Nyssa cringe before turning around, apparently she really thought she was going to get away.

"Hello Sara, I didn't see you." Nyssa said with a fake smile as she turned around and Sara rolled her eyes.

"Really?" She questioned, "Because you looked right at me." She pointed out and Nyssa did nothing but look down at the hands she was wringing together nervously.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I was just… taken by surprise." She apologized, gesturing one hand to Sara's all too obvious baby bump.

"I…" Sara trailed off, letting the words die on her lips, because she didn't have to explain herself to Nyssa. She doesn't own Nyssa anything, especially not a justification to her relationship with Leonard.

"I should get going, I'm just passing through. But it was good to see you," Nyssa all but stuttered before she hurried off down the street, leaving Sara standing there alone outside of Jitters.

"Wait so you went to get coffee this morning, and ran into your ex-girlfriend who is an even more dangerous assassin than you are?" Cisco asked after Lisa had forced it out of Sara what was bothering her.

"Pretty much," Sara confirmed

"Should we be worried?" Barry asked, now joining in on the conversation.

"Doesn't either of you have any actual work to do?" Sara asked but Cisco, though he made a falsely thoughtful face, shook his head.

"Nope, not until the meta-human alert app picks anything up." He replied; Sara rolled her eyes at the notion that Cisco really had nothing better to do with his time than grill her about Nyssa. But she knew that Barry might be telling the truth, considering he has the day off from CCPD, something about a gas leak in the crime lab.

"No, there is no reason to worry." She assured them and, as if on cue, Barry's phone began buzzing.

"Hello," He answered it, his brow furrowing as whoever was on the other end talked to him, "I'm on my way." He said before hanging up the phone and looking to the others. "I've got to go to work, there's been a murder."

Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs a few hours later, looking very disturbed.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Caitlin asked and Barry just shook his head as he huffed out a sigh.

"Where's Sara?" He asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"She went to the bathroom, why?" Cisco asked and Barry sighed again.

"They I.D.'d the killer, it's Nyssa."

Author's Note: hey guys! First off, thanks so much for all the kind reviews that have been left! They really do make my day every time i see them! Secondly i had someone ask the other day if they were too late to vote for the baby's gender, the answer is no, it's not too late. The poll will be open until i leave another author's note saying that it's closed, so if you haven't yet please vote! Finally i just want to make a comment on what Leonard said about stress effecting a baby, the way he explained it is what i got from my psychology teacher this past year, so if i am wrong and it doesn't work that way please correct me but i'm pretty sure that's right.