I'm back!

Hope you all enjoy this chapter... It's a bit...
different...
from what I normally do...

It was four days since he had gotten shot, and he still relied on the wheelchair to move around. It eliminated certain threats, like losing your balance because the time ship took a turn sharper than expected.

Sara and him was having a good deal of fun together, but the kept it low-key in hope that no one other than Mick would discover it for a while. They wanted test it first, check if the really fit together, before they came out as a couple… Wait, was it that they were? A couple?
He had a string of one night stands in his rearview mirror… Not a long nice patch of Ms. Right, only Ms. RightNow…

Of course he couldn't get anything done in his situation, but somehow it didn't feel like he had to rush anything. This was weird…

They were locked inside 'his' room, his shirt laid crumpled on the floor along with her inside-out tank-top.

He hadn't dared to use his lock picking skills on her bra yet. Mostly out of fear for getting a black eye...

She had her head placed on top of his left arm, her left hand was rested carefully at the edge of his ribcage. Her thumb brushing gently against his bare skin.

She was giving him goosebumps. The good kind… She was also giving him another reaction, one that could be seen through the fabric of his jeans.

"How did you get that one…?" Sara asked and moved her hand to touch a scar a few inches above his left nipple.

Leonard lifted his head a few inches to check which scar was being questioned.

"A lot of booze and a fractured clavicle… Scar is from the surgery…"

"That doesn't sound like fun…"

"No… But at least dad didn't throw Lisa across the kitchen…"

"I'm sorry…"

A brief smile tugged at his lips before he spoke up again, in his typical cool and collected tone.

"Long time ago, nothing to worry about now anyway…"

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, Len's eyes locked on a scar on Sara's upper arm.

"How about that beauty mark?"

"GSW, only a flesh wound though… From my time in the league…" she smiled back at him.

"Looks pretty badass…"

"I know…" She smiled and let her hand trace Leonard's chest and abdomen, "Speaking of badass…"

Her fingers stopped on top of a bad burn scar. Her eyes locked with his as she waited for his response.

"Never piss off Mick when he's in beast-mode…" the same calm voice answered her, a tinge of humor hidden behind it.

"Great, flames and anger issues…"

"Nah… It was an accident, but the guy could use a good amount of anger management…"

"Couldn't we all?" that earned her a short laugh from the man lying beside her.

"Don't hit me, but you're cute…" that earned him a kiss on the cheek.

Out of nowhere Gideon's voice appeared over some hidden speakers.
"I am sorry to interrupt you two, but dinner is ready in the dining room."

Both Sara and Leonard ended up laughing before they got anything else done.

LOTLOTLOT

Sara ran over to the dining room before Len had the chance. It was best to enter one by one, no need to draw unwanted attention.

Snart wheeled in a few minutes later, his leg was bothering him a great deal. Even when he kept it still…

"Mr. Snart, good to see you up and about!" Martin Stein greeted him when he rolled up to the table.

"Thank you, Professor…" he answered with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Any pain?" Ray asked.

"Not really…" he lied with the same calm voice as ever… "But I'm hungry… And that kinda hurts…"

"Agreed, I'm starving!" Sara chimed in.

PS. Thank you all so much for the comments!