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Comments

[taer]

[ "the one and only" both does and doesn't confirm it. it seems like the kind of thing he'd reply, but sara doesn't quite let herself believe it, doesn't let herself hope before she spots him exiting onto the roof, strolling toward her casual as can be.

she's feeling anything but casual; the last time she'd seen him, he'd been sacrificing himself for mick, for all their freedom. ]

Leonard. [ her voice is surprisingly even for the emotion she's feeling. ]

[catchacold]

[It's a strange thing to get used to, being a living ghost, but Wonderland has definitely seen fit to give him ample time to practice. It still doesn't help him with how to really handle these moments.

Too emotional for him, by a long shot. It's not surprising that he ends up settling on something rather flippant in reply.]

Boo.

[taer]

[ sara's lips press together, not in annoyance so much as because it really is him and she refuses to acknowledge the loss she'd felt if he doesn't. if he even knows what happened to him. if she understands what goes on in this place, he might not. ]

Very funny. [ she lets out a breath. ] You said something about a bar?

[catchacold]

Did I? Sounds like me.

[However, he still doesn't feel much like the bar, like people, so instead he puts his hand into his pocket and produces a flask, holding it out to her.]

I brought the bar to us.

[What more do they need?]

Got cards too, if you're feeling the itch. Still want answers?

[taer]

[ given that seeing him still feels a little like being punched in the gut, sara doesn't mind staying up here on the roof with its relative privacy and avoiding adding more people to the mix. ]

I'll play you for them. [ of course she still wants answers. but she'll need time to process them, to process this. playing cards with snart is a layer of normalcy she feels she could use right now. ]

[catchacold]

You're on. [He ends up simply sitting down, leaning back against the roof's edge, one leg pulled up. As he shuffles the cards he looks at her, trying to judge if there's anything about her appearance that would help him judge when she is from.

So far, he's coming up empty. He deals, falling into the routine of playing easily enough.]

[taer]

[ it is routine, and that settles sara. it makes her almost nostalgic, too, though nostalgia isn't quite the word that she'd use to describe her own emotions now or ever. she's not that kind of person. but so close after having died and come back a second time, after convincing jax not to kill rip, she's feeling a little shaken and seeing leonard now isn't helping. except it is.

she wins the first round, if only barely. ] What is this place?

[catchacold]

Wonderland. [Leonard leans back on one hand as he watches her shuffle the cards, one arm loosely wrapped around himself. Nothing unusual.]

As far as anyone can tell, a sort of pocket dimension. Nothing we do here has an effect on anything back where we're from. People are pulled from different universes. Different times. Sometimes they return home for a while. They don't remember this place back home, but when they get back, they remember what happened there.

No one really knows why. Not to any of this.

[taer]

Great. [ sara's comment is quick and dry. it is, of course, anything but great, but with leonard, it's easy to communicate in sarcasm, in teases and barbs. she hadn't expected to fall back into the habit so quickly, but then, she hadn't expected to ever get the chance to fall back into the habit at all.

it's still a little hard to believe it's really him, though having come back from the dead twice now, sara knows that anything is possible.

she shuffles for a moment longer before distributing the cards. ]

[catchacold]

Mick's here. So's Rip and Raymond. [May as well cut that out of the way, because he's just looked at the hand he's been dealt and, nah, no way was he winning that round either. Rotten luck this time around.]

Also someone called ...Nancy. Nate. Whatever. After my time.

[Just three words there, but they answer that one questions.

Yes. He knows.]

[taer]

Nate. [ sara confirms, though leonard likely knows that better than he lets on. the response is really just to buy some time to figure out her reaction to what he isn't saying out loud, not in so many words.

he knows.

she's come to terms with his death in as far she can with death at all. it doesn't rate quite as highly, doesn't leave her quite as desperate as her sister's death, but it still hurts. she wishes things could have been different. for him to prove how much of a thief he really is, instead of turning into a hero after all.

for a moment, she reaches out, cards hidden against one thigh, her hand landing on his arm and squeezing. she doesn't let the touch linger. ] It's good to see you again.

[catchacold]

[There's a thousand sarcastic retorts to that, but instead Leonard ends up just meeting her eyes. He doesn't tense when she touches him, doesn't move away, and from him, that's saying a lot. It's not a hug, but he is who he is and given everything, it might as well be.]

Good to see you too. You took your sweet time, Sara, I've been here a year now.

[taer]

[ it's a lot, given how many walls she knows he has, given how much she figures he'd hate that she considers him a hero. it's not a rekindling of anything, but sara's glad for that. time hasn't stopped for either of them, it seems.

which — ] A year?

[catchacold]

Just about.

[About a month left to go and he'd be there.]

Not really my idea of an afterlife, but I suppose there's worse.

[taer]

[ a year is more time than has passed for her since his death. it's been months, admittedly, but while time heals all wounds, it doesn't ever heal them completely. leonard snart's sacrifice is a scar on sara's emotional landscape, a what if with no possibility to find an answer. ]

I could use some of that drink now. [ she holds out her hand for the flask. ]

[catchacold]

Cheers.

[He holds the flask out for her, handing it over. Then he smiles, turning his cards around all at once.]

You win this round too. I got no luck today.

[Maybe also less focus than he normally would have. He hasn't expected it, Sara coming here. But here she is, just like that. The last time he's seen her seems forever ago, but things haven't really changed that much. That's it, while stuck here, things can't change that much for him. Just for the others.]

So. When are you from?

[taer]

[ sara puts her cards down in favour of taking the flask from him and downing at least a quarter of it. his question doesn't really help, either. ]

Months after we left the Vanishing Point. [ she wants to say more because leonard's always been able to provide a different perspective, to see things in a different light, even when sara hasn't, doesn't agree with him. it still helps to see things more clearly, and with rip shooting her so recently, clarity is something sara could use. a way out, a different perspective, these things would be good.

but - ] I'm not sure I should say more than that.

[catchacold]

Why's that? Afraid of spoiling me? [The irony is self-evident here. He's reached the end of his road, as far as he's aware, so even the Time Master Rip Hunter himself has admitted that it's pretty futile to keep him in the dark about anything.]

Or have you joined a girl band and sold out completely, because if you're embarrassed to tell me, relax. I don't judge.

[Obviously a joke, but there's some seriousness to his tone for those last three words.

He doesn't judge.

Not her, at least.]

[taer]

Afraid of spoiling others. [ leonard is dead; he won't have an impact on the timeline anymore. maybe she's worrying for no reason, but — he isn't dead here. someone might still pick his brain.

they might pick hers, too. ] I guess I just don't trust this place. [ she doesn't know this place, but she knows enough to realise that it doesn't play by normal rules.

after a moment, lighter, she offers: ] The band's called "Canary Cries". [ a joke, but also a thank you. ]

[catchacold]

I don't trust this place either. No one should. But it seems to genuinely have no effect on anything back home, so there's that. For better or worse.

[He smirks, looking at his cards and then up at her.]

So, what are you? Drummer?

[taer]

I guess that's good. If there's a way out of here. [ but at the same time — if it has no effect on the timeline at all, if it exists out of it, does that mean leonard can't go back? that he'll remain dead? it probably does, and for a moment, her lips tighten. ]

Lead singer, of course.