FIC Choices 2/?

May 16, 2016 15:01

Title: Choices
Characters: Leonard Snart, OCs
Fandom: DC Legends of Tomorrow
Series:
Written For: Fans of the Show
Prompt: Fix-It
Summary: Leonard has made some hard choices in his life, this is just one more.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through 115
Warnings: Character Death, Discussion of Said Death, Choices made in the heat of the moment
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: I am firmly on the Isle of De-Nile right now. This is my way of working out my feelings from last week’s awesome and then horrible episode. That being said, it is a WIP and I am not going to get it finished before this coming Thursday so it is probably going to be Joss’ed when the episode airs. Dragonydreams and I have worked most of it out, I just need to get my act together, but I have been distracted by oooh shiny! And having other things to do so ya know… life. I will try not to leave y’all hanging too long though.

Leonard groaned, refusing to open his eyes. Everything hurt. Why did everything hurt?

He lay on the cold concrete, trying to ignore the freezing temperatures. His code name might be 'Captain Cold' but he really didn't enjoy being chilly.

The last thing he remembered was staring down Zaman Druce after Sara had laid a memorable kiss on him.

Sitting up, he groaned again, prying his eyes open. After a minute, his vision adjusted and he recognized one of the safe houses he and Mick crashed in periodically. It had been a few years since they’d been in this specific safe house though. Which explained the cold and the lack of amenities. It didn’t explain his lack of clothes though. He needed to have a talk with whoever returned him to this plane of existence.

If he remembered correctly… he crossed the room after he hauled himself to his feet. There should be a change of clothes, ID, and a weapon… right. About. Here. He popped open the false wall in the bookshelf and removed ID for him, Mick, and Lisa, along with a 9 millimeter. Not his first choice for a weapon, but it would do until he discovered where and when he was. Digging a little deeper revealed a phone and charger. At least that told him he was most likely after the Y2K debacle. He hadn’t started stashing phones in the safe houses until after that.

He plugged in the phone while he went in search of a change of clothes. A few minutes later, he was clad in jeans and a sweater, boots back on his feet and feeling much more like himself.

His first instinct was to call Lisa. To check and make sure she was all right. Even now his first thought was for her. But if Mick had gotten to her, had told her what he’d done, he didn’t want to scare her. So he didn’t dial her, even though it physically pained him not to call her immediately.

Instead he tucked the phone into his pocket and the gun into his waistband and headed out into Central City to see if he could pinpoint his location.

fix it fic, dc legends fic

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