( CLOSED ) you'd better be one hell of a thief

[taer]

WHO • leonard snart (atms) & sara lance (taer)
WHERE • deck 2
WHEN • 25 may
WHAT • two new arrivals, well, arrive. a reunion of sorts.
WARNINGS • probably some swearing, feelings, talk of death?



[ sara wakes up disoriented, unsure of when she went to sleep (or was she knocked out?) and what happened. after a moment, she realises that she doesn't know where she is, either, and that's worrisome, but she's been in worse situations. no one is holding a gun to her head right now, for one.

she forces her body to cooperate, getting to her feet. she still has her staves, she's still in her canary outfit, she's not restrained and still: no gun. she's definitely been in worse situations — but the perception that this is something she can handle, even if she doesn't know what it is yet, changes when she sees another figure slumped on the ground, a large parker and skinny jeans tucked into combat boots.

she knows that outfit. she knows that shaven head. she knows that jawline, too, and she knows that when he looks up, she'll recognise his eyes, too. it should be impossible: leonard snart sacrificed himself, he got scattered all across time and space, he's dead. but sara knows better than most that death isn't always the end.

it still feels like a punch to the gut. ]

I must have hit my head harder than I thought. [ she mutters, an attempt at levity and a reminder to herself not to get her hopes up. it could be a hallucination, it could be a trick. ]

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[atms]

[ everything aches. which is surprising, because the last thing leonard remembers was a bright light and burning. being at ground zero of an explosion like that isn't something that should be survivable. and yet, here he is, waking up on an unfamiliar cold floor with someone muttering near by.

with a quiet groan, he pushes himself into a sitting position, squinting at his surroundings. definitely not the oculus wellspring. or the waverider. or any part of the vanishing point, for that matter. the sleeve of his jacket's a little fried, as are his hands, which means the explosion definitely happened. but what happened after that bright light and big boom is apparently up for debate. ]

You know... [ he drawls, voice just a little hoarse, shoving himself to his feet as he looks at sara. ] The whole self-sacrifice thing kind of loses its impact when you rush in and save me at the last minute.

[ because that's the only real explanation for him being alive and with her standing right in front of him. not that he's really complaining, mind. dying for real would've been terrible. he just hopes no one's told lisa yet. ]

[taer]

[ if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck. that's how the saying goes, isn't it? so if it looks like leonard snart, moves like leonard snart and sounds like leonard snart, then it probably is leonard snart.

it's not impossible, just very unlikely and very, very unexpected. sara isn't sure she dares to believe it yet, mostly because she wants to believe it so badly. ]

I didn't. [ rescue him, that is. and — ] I also have no idea where we are or how we got here. Or how you're alive.

[ she takes a breath and lets it out slowly, taking a step toward him. she wants to reach out, to make sure that he's real. after a moment, she does, hand landing on his upper arm. ] You are, aren't you? [ alive. none of this makes sense, but — with rip evil and leonard dead, with an evil speedster and the legion of doom still at large and in possession of pieces of the spear of destiny, sara isn't going to say no to a miracle. ]

[atms]

Well. Fuck.

[ if he doesn't know how they got here, and she doesn't know how they got here, then who's flying the plane?

leonard's not really concerned about this being the time masters fucking with them. he knows for certain most of them died a fiery death the same way he was supposed to and so they couldn't really have done this. they were too concerned about the oculus blowing for there to be some sort of teleportation fail safe in there to keep it from actually being destroyed. but for someone to have nabbed him from outside of time, and sara from... wherever and whenever she's from? they've got to have some pretty interesting tech or powers on them. ]

Yeah, Sara. [ he lets the put-on drawl fade from his voice in this moment. he's quiet as he turns his hand to wrap gentle fingers around her elbow, supporting the arm that's holding onto him. welcoming her into his space. for now. ] I'm alive.

[ though he has no idea how. or-- ] How long has it been? [ for her. since she left him behind. ]

[taer]

[ that's an excellent question and unfortunately, sara has no fucking clue. it isn't gideon, either, she's pretty sure. this isn't the waverider. it doesn't look like a timeship at all, but it could still be one; maybe a make they haven't seen before. it's not like either of them is an expert on timeships.

his fingers find her elbow and sara's breath turns a little shaky for a moment. it's such a small thing, but he's warm and solid under her fingertips, a contrast to the cold air of the corridor, and he's alive. she forces the emotion down, swallowing around it. no time for that now, if they've been abducted somehow, brought here. even if whoever did it brought leonard back to life, they can't rely on them being kind-hearted and having good intentions. ]

Months. You've been gone for months.

[ after a moment, she adds: ] Mick isn't handling it well.

[atms]

[ leonard pulls away from her, easing into a deliberately casual stance inside his personal space bubble. touchy-feely isn't him. and, while he's willing to make a brief exception for sara as she wraps her head around all this, adding discussion of mick into the equation has him slamming his walls up. ]

That doesn't surprise me. [ his tone is nonchalant, but the way he tucks his hands into his jacket pockets and, for a brief moment, clenches his jaw, belies the fact that her words send a stab of something through him. not regret. he won't ever regret taking mick's place. but a resigned sort of sadness that this is the way it has to be. ]

Did Kendra finally finish off Savage?

[taer]

[ he withdraws and sara drops her hand to her side where it flexes briefly, still feeling the warmth of his arm for a moment after her fingertips are no longer touching him. ]

She did. We did, really. Killing him at three different points in time at the same time did the trick. He's gone. She's chosen to live a more quiet life after. [ sara doesn't blame her for it, but it's not a choice she can imagine making herself. maybe once upon a time, she would have liked that for herself, but getting onto the queen's gambit with oliver destroyed any chance sara had for a normal life.

normal isn't for people like her. ]

Rip disappeared for a while after timescattering us all. We have two new team members now. [ how easy it is to say we still. ]

[atms]

I'd put money on that not lasting long.

[ quiet lives aren't for people like them. people who have gone through the sorts of things they've gone through, seen the sorts of things they've seen. he has no doubts that kendra will give it a good college try. but he'll be surprised if she succeeds. ]

Takes two whole people to replace me, huh? [ it's easier to be glib about his death than it is to actually acknowledge it. leonard fully expects this is going to annoy the shit out of sara, but he says it anyway. ] Tell me about them.

[taer]

I've seen her do it before. [ back when she was stranded in time with kendra and ray, back when the two of them were still together. it had driven sara out of her mind, but kendra and ray had been happy enough living their lives together -- ray more than kendra, perhaps.

quiet lives aren't for people like them, but sara isn't sure ray, kendra, even nate or stein are like leonard and her in that regard. they carry far less darkness in them. ]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but our crew was down two people. Rip disappeared, too. [ poking at his casual arrogance and glibness about his own death is easier for her, too, so that's what he gets instead of the annoyance that's there, bubbling under her skin.

she's itching for a fight, a punching bag, her staves -- but she won't fight leonard. not right now, not when she still can't believe that he's here and real and alive, when it feels too fragile by far. ] Nate Heywood's a historian. Mick calls him Pretty. He can turn himself into steel now thanks to Ray.

And Amaya is a member of the Justice Society of America, so she's got the heroing down pat. [ sometimes, sara thinks amaya is better at it than sara could ever be. sometimes, she thinks amaya should have been calling the shots instead. ]