SO sorry this was late! I completely forgot to post yesterday.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from 'DC's Legends of Tomorrow' any other Arrowverse shows, or DC Comics.

WORD COUNT: 1,012


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jax whispered, watching Snart and Sara leave the bridge, heading for the weapons room to arm up for the next mission.

"It's been three weeks since he fell into the Pit," Ray reminded him, "And twelve days since he last tried to attack anyone. Whatever Sara's been teaching him, it's working."

It was true; Snart had demonstrated a great amount of control over his new Bloodlust. The team crook had always exhibited great self-control, so Ray had had every confidence that he could beat this.

They were in Chicago 1963, trying to break into the home of a wealthy family that had unknowingly added the Amon Dagger to their collection of antiques before Savage had gotten his hands on it in the seventies. It was supposed to be simple – break in, find the Dagger, and get out, all without leaving a sign that they were ever there (aside from the missing Dagger). Just the sort of thing Snart was an expert at, and with a very low risk of running into any strangers.


The family had gone out for a fancy dinner for their eldest son's birthday, so the house was supposed to be empty for quite a while. Snart easily picked the lock on the back door, and he, Sara, and Kendra slipped in quietly. They quickly made their way into the father's study on the third floor, which was also locked (not that that was any sort of real obstacle), and found the dagger sitting on a display stand on one of the shelves.

It was so simple, it was just too good to be true. Which, of course, meant that something was about to go wrong.

All three of them froze when they heard the car pulling into the driveway. The family had only been gone less than ten minutes! The trio hurried downstairs but were only able to get to the second floor by the time the front door opened.

"I'll just be a second!" the teenaged daughter told her father as she hurried up the stairs. Sara, Leonard, and Kendra ducked into a side room to hide until the girl fetched whatever she'd come back for and left.

Once again, it was a relatively simple solution to the complication they were faced with. Except something else happened to complicate it even further.

That 'something' was the family's rather ill-tempered cat, who happened to be taking a nap in the room in which the time-travellers were hiding, and who did not take their sudden intrusion very well. The loud hissing made them all jump back, and Kendra bumped into a table with a vase, which fell over and crashed onto the floor.

"Fluffy!" the daughter cried. Could they have picked a more clichéd name for the cat? "What did you do?" They could hear her footsteps approaching, and looked around frantically for a place to hide, but the room didn't have a single window, closet, or large piece of furniture. So she had a full view of all three of them (plus the cat) when she poked her head in.

She froze at the sight of the intruders in her home for about two seconds, then she shrieked and bolted. "DADDY!"

"We gotta get out of here," Sara insisted.

"There's a room with a balcony three doors down," Snart informed them, leading the way out of the room, "Birdie can get us down to the ground safely."

The father's footsteps were thundering up the stairs, so they had to hustle. They burst through the doors to the master bedroom and bolted for the balcony on the other side of the room. The balcony doors were locked, but Kendra yanked it open with her enhanced strength.

Leonard was just about to follow the two ladies onto the balcony when a hand landed on his upper arm and yanked him back. Instantly, his mind went back to that crappy house on Hadley Avenue, to the nights when his father was drunk, or needed something to take his anger out on. All he could think of was how to get away, how to get him to stop.

He turned around, batting his attacker's hand aside and slamming his fist into his face. And again. And again. He had to stop Lewis from ever hurting him and Lisa again.

A voice shouting his name could be heard in the distance, but he ignored it. All that mattered was keeping himself safe. Then a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and slammed him down onto the floor. He struggled and shouted, but both of his arms had been twisted behind his back. The voice kept yelling at him, their words becoming clearer:

"Leonard! Leonard, listen to me! You have to come back to me! Breathe through it, Leonard, you're safe! No one here is going to hurt you!"

Sara. It was Sara, calling to him through the red haze.

"Leonard, we have to go," she was saying, "Come on, we've got to go. Just take a deep breath, and let's get out of here."

He took in a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out.


Sara was relieved beyond words when Leonard stopped struggling against her. The man he'd attacked wasn't going to interfere; he was lying, bloody and unconscious, on the carpet, but it was only a matter of time before one of the other family members came in.

She helped Leonard to his feet, supporting him as he caught sight of the bloody and beaten man he'd been wailing on and his knees buckled for a moment. The two of them staggered out onto the balcony, and climbed onto the railing. Kendra got a grip on both of them before they all jumped, her wings flaring out and slowing their fall enough for them to land safely on their feet. Sadly, they couldn't fly all the way – Kendra's strength was not enough for her to carry them both – so they sprinted across the back lawn as police sirens sounded in the distance.


Now for some more bad news: Chapter 9 has not been going well. If I don't have it up by next Thursday, you can assume that this fic is officially on hiatus until I get some more material written.