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Dear Sara- prompt by @audiovizualna

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She would never admit that she missed him; not out loud anyway. She didn’t tell that to her dad or anyone from the Arrow Team when they asked her. But all she had wanted since she came back to Star… since she was left all alone; was to get on a train and get to Central. She wanted to talk to someone about her sister; and not someone that would sugarcoat things and tell her how great Laurel was.

She knew that.

She didn’t want to be reminded if the hero that her sister was and all the good she did. Every time it made it harder and harder for her and after almost a month in her home town, she packed a few clothes in a suitcase and got on the first train to Central. Per Oliver’s request she contacted Team Flash and her first stop upon arriving was S.T.A.R Labs.

“This city is really beautiful.” Sara stated as Cisco handed her a smoothie, while she tried to text her dad that she was safe. “Star can be a little…gloomy.”

“So what’s your plan for the night?” He asked and sat next to her; a friendly smile on his face. “Me, Barry and Caitlin were supposed to head over for some drinks. Wanna join?”

“Spending a night and trying to pick up a drunk Caitlin from the karaoke and get her home without her puking all over does sound exciting.” She said with a smirk and remembered the stories she had heard from Felicity and Thea about the doctor’s zero alcohol tolerance. “Sorry, but I have somewhere I need to be tonight. Raincheck for tomorrow?”

“Somewhere?” Cisco questioned with a mischievous smile and Sara sighed.

“Yes. I want to visit and old friend and I think that you might be able to help me out. I believe you have had some run-ins with him.” Cisco’s eyebrow shot up in curiosity. “Does the name Leonard Snart ring a bell?” His eyes widened and mouth gaped open.

“Leonard Snart aka Captain Cold?” He questioned with a confused expression. “The only villain who isn’t a meta and managed to escape Barry over and over again? What do you want with him?”

“Could you get me the address of his safe house? And don’t say you don’t have it because I know you do; Leonard told me.” Cisco’s eyebrow rose again and began to wonder just how close Sara and Leonard had come during that mission. And it had to be really close for Leonard Snart, of all people, to tell her how to reach him.

“Okay… But I’m not letting you off the hook. Tomorrow you are telling me everything about you and Snart.” He warned and began searching through his metahuman files; looking for the one with Snart’s information. “Got it! It’s the safe house that has been more recently used by Snart and sometimes Rory.”

He wrote the address on a piece of paper and handed over to the blonde, who shot him a smile and grabbed her phone and keys from his desk before putting the paper in her back pocket.

“Thanks, Cisco. I’ll see you tomorrow. Say Hi to Barry from me.” Sara said before walking away; trying to hide her excitement over the fact that she was going to see Leonard after almost a month since they separated their ways.

The area the safe house was located was as isolated as Sara would expect and even more so; not seeing a house even in a distance of many miles. The plain home stood alone between many tall trees and it would be really easy to miss if you weren’t looking.

Upon parking Sara checked her car for the time; seeing that it was past eleven and she half-hoped that Leonard slept there as late as he did in the Waverider. She left her suitcases in her car, not wanting the man to jump into conclusions and completely freak out if thought she was moving in.

She walked over to the house where there was a steel door that from the looks of it was high security. The windows of the house weren’t transparent and it was safe to say that they probably were bulletproof too.

After a couple of minutes, Sara began to lose hope that Leonard was in fact home… until suddenly the door opened to reveal Leonard in only towel that fell low on his hips. Everything she had repeated in her mind and had agreed to say to Leonard had suddenly disappeared, as her mouth watered in the sight of the man’s wet and lean muscled body.

He seemed surprised to see her; which meant that Cisco hadn’t tipped him off on her visit… and he seemed… pleasantly surprised. His eyes trailed down her body; taking in her yoga leggings and simply hoodie that she wore over her sports bra. Thankfully the temperature had been dropping in Central City lately and at night Sara didn’t need to walk around in only her sports bra.

His eyes finally locked with hers and he smirked; but his eyes were much softer as he leaned against the doorway and completely dismissing the fact that he was nearly naked.

“So what brings you here..?” Leonard questioned and the woman bit her bottom lip.

“Turns out Star City wasn’t as I left it and without Laurel… I didn’t want to stick around any longer.” She explained and the man studied her curiously. “I needed a fresh start.”

“Okay.” Leonard agreed and stepped aside to let her inside the house. “Come on in then, Canary.” Sara entered the house and realized this is the first time she was inside a property that Leonard owned and lived in.

It was really easy to figure out who was living in there; the neatness and spotlessy cleaned living room and kitchen gave it out and so did the blueprints and notes on the didning table. The house was dimly lit and the light of the moon flooded from the windows and balcony door. In the garden that was covered by a fence that was probably hazardous, there was a table with chairs, as well as a gazebo and a hammock. And Sara would bet her head that Lisa had begged Leonard to buy that particular item.

But her eyes landed on something and she sucked her breath; a black leather jacket that was sprawled on the sofa and was way too tight to be Leonard’s or any man’s. Bad thoughts started swirling in Sara’s mind… Leonard taking a shower… taking too long to answer… the jacket.

“You have company?” She questioned and did her best to keep her voice flat, as she nodded towards the jacket. Leonard flashed her an amused smirk and picked up the garment.

“This…” He said and set the jacket on the hanger. “Is Lisa’s jacket which she left the other day and somehow has yet to realize that she did. And no, there’s no one in that shower waiting for me.”

“Huh. Well, I was just curious.” Sara tried to reason as she interlaced her hands together to try and ease the tension that was become overbearing.

“Yeah I can see that.” Leonard said; pointing at her cheeks which had turned crimson without her even noticing. “So what brings you here? What really brings you here?”

“I’m not telling you anything unless you go and put some clothes on.” Sara protested and sat in the couch; crossing her arms in front of her chest. Leonard actually chuckled at her comment… the ass.

“You’re here less than five minutes and you’re already bossing me around!” He called out as he went up the stairs and disappeared in the hallway.

They spend the night talking; about how everything had been since they came back. About how they doubted themselves everyday about whether they were the Legends Rip told them they had became. About how Leonard had been giving shares of his heist earning to orphanages around town, even about how Lisa decided to take figure skating classes, in the middle of summer much to his amusement.

They talked about Laurel and how Star City was the ghost that now haunted Sara. About how everywhere she turned and everything she did was haunted by her sister.

Laurel was gone and she was everywhere at the same time and Sara had felt like screaming.

And so Leonard held her as she did and until she calmed down.

He made dinner and it was surprisingly pleasant, and then opened a bottle of wine. The pair sat in the couch and soon Sara’s shoes were gone and she had grabbed a blanket; making herself at home.

They didn’t even realized how time passed and it was now pushing 3 A.M. Sara had leaned her head on Leonard’s shoulder and felt herself drift off to sleep; the last thing she saw being the man lifting her in his arms.

Sara awoke in the foreign room and her body was on edge the moment she registered she was actually sleeping in Leonard’s bedroom. He must have brought her up last night, after she not-so gracefully collapsed on him.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes to adjust in the darkness. She glanced in the otherwise empty bedside table and saw that the clock showed 6:13. Sara let out a grunt and slid out of bed; knowing now that she was up she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. She walked over to the other side of the plain room and looked for the light switch blindly.

Somehow as Sara’s hands were tracing the wall the idea stuck her and opened the bedside table’s drawer; hoping that Leonard put her phone there and she could use the flashlight to find the switch.

She did find her phone, but along with it were many papers. Sara quickly opened the flashlight and found the light; making the room finally visible. It was just as she expected it; bare and empty, with only a king-size bed, two bedside tables, a closet and a door that probably led to a bathroom.

Sara’s brows furrowed, and against her better judgment she took out the numerous papers… curious to see if they were details for Leonard’s next job. Though it would be weird to keep information like that in his bedside table…

But what Sara saw, was beyond everything that she believed these papers contained.

They were all letters.

And there were for her.

She knew she shouldn’t read them. They were Leonard’s and even if they were for her… He must have had a reason for not sending them to her.

Still she picked up the one with the oldest date and started reading it think that she was really going to regret that…

“Dear Sara,

It has been only two days since we left the tin-can and I hate to admit that… I kind of miss it.

After life in a timeship and the thrill of the chase almost every day, life in Central seems… dull. I don’t know if you feel the same but I am pretty sure does because he has trying to barbeque half of the force by now.

You must be wondering why I am writing you a letter like a lovesick teenager.

Well, because I can’t exactly see you and talk to you about everything that is happening face-to-face, and I find texts to be a little to faceless. So, I just want to say that I think I miss you.

I miss hanging out with you. Mick is no fun when we are not in a job or drinking and no matter how many times I try he doesn’t want to learn how to play cards.

So, I switched to solitaire.

Stay safe,

Try not to get yourself killed,

Leonard.”

Sara now felt more confused than ever so she picked up the next one…

“Sara,

Things are getting harder and harder. I feel like I’m losing my edge.

I don’t want to go on heists anymore and when I do… I give almost everything I get to orphanages or elder homes. How did I become this person?

When I joined the team I promised myself that I would be the same person when I left, as I was when I walked in. But now it’s obvious that my promise has been broken.

I’m turning…good. No. I won’t allow it.

Mick says that I’m talking bullshit and it’s just an adjustment period, but it has already been a week. I feel like I’m losing myself; that I am becoming weak…

I miss you.

And I know that I’m probably going to chicken out and not send this one either and that is why I am writing this.

I miss you dearly, Canary.

Not a day passes that I don’t think of you; our card games, your blonde hair, your clear blue eyes and the fire of your heart. I really wished that you were here so you could help me figure everything out.

Sometimes... I feel more like myself with you-.

Stay safe,

Leonard.”

Sara felt herself reaching for the third letter and she sighed before opening it.

“My Sara,

I am a coward, I know… I haven’t built up the courage to send any of these and I don’t really think that I will get to.

I want to but every time, I freeze. I know, Captain Cold joke. I almost imagine you smirking and raising your eyebrow at this and my stomach flips in a way it hasn’t before.

It’s almost scary.

Well, first things first… Lisa enrolled in a figure class today. She and I had a talk, about everything. And she decided that now that we can afford many things we couldn’t before (crook perks and all that), she could try following her dream. I remember her dancing in the ice that would form outside our house and how happy and care-free she would look; and I want to see that look again.

To see my sister happy.

So now that Lisa is stepping back for a while I have to keep pulling jobs. But I will do it; for Lisa. She deserves a second chance and she will get it.

I still wish you would call but the blame isn’t on you. I should have called you already; asked you about Laurel and how you have been doing. I’m sorry I couldn’t and if I ever show these to you… know that I wanted to so much.

Yours,

Leonard.”

Sara felt wetness on her face and her fingers touched the fresh tears that were unconsciously rolling down her cheeks.

She reached for the last letter; not bothering to wipe the tears.

“My Sara,

I have been thinking about it for a while now… Me and Mick both actually.

And we talked it over with Red and his “crew”.

We want to quit the thieving. At least the big jobs; the jobs were people get hurt. We realized that we both wanted to help more than we needed to steal.

So, one last big, BIG job and then we are out with a bang.

And Captain Cold and Heatwave will help Team Flash.

Word in the streets says I’ve gone soft… that I’m weak. And I thought that too in the beginning. I thought that I was losing myself and it was all because I was getting weaker and was turning into a do-gooder.

But I realized that it wasn’t weakness, or losing myself. I’m changing.

And you are one of the people to thank for that.

The love fondness I feel for you has made me see the light in me and make me want to change. And I really wish that you were here to see it.

Is this hero-thing really worth it without my assassin with me?

I really hope I will manage to send you this one.

If I won’t, please forgive me.

Yours,

Leonard.”

Sara stood up from the bed; letters in hand and walked out of the bedroom. She went down the stairs quickly and saw that Leonard was in the kitchen making eggs. She lost no time as she walked over to him and poked his shoulder.

“Someone’s up ea-.” His eyes fell on the letters and he set down the fork he was holding. “Sara, these aren’t…”

“Shh.” She whispered and placed the letters on the table. “I forgive you.” Sara whispered against Leonard’s lips before pulling him by the shoulders and letting her mouth claim his.

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