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Title: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: General Audience
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area?
Timeline: sometime during season one
Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,462
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] angelskuuipo and [livejournal.com profile] shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.



Chapter One: Observations & Revelations

Leonard Snart considered himself to be an observant man, especially in new situations.

Being on board the Waverider with a group of strangers twenty-four hours a day wasn't exactly a new situation - he'd been in and out of enough jails and prisons in his life that being enclosed with strangers wasn't entirely new - but the general lack of hostility with these strangers was unusual. So he observed them.

One of the things that he'd observed was that Sara Lance liked to train. A lot. She'd been some kind of assassin, apparently, which intrigued him all the more. One didn't generally associate gorgeous blondes with lethal assassination. Yet, that was exactly what Sara was.

Not that he could blame her for spending so much time training. There wasn't a whole lot else to do on this ship.

Sometimes Leonard would offer to spar with Sara, to avoid his own boredom. She always readily agreed, despite the fact that she held back when sparring with him. Leonard tried not to be insulted when he realized what she was doing, but at the same time, he was grateful not to be on the receiving end of her full strength. He knew that she could kill him with little effort; which turned him on much more than it should.

Amongst his observations of Sara, he noticed that when she was training she often forgot to eat.


Expending that much energy as often as she did, without replenishing it, was dangerous.

So he took to leaving snacks for her. If he knew she was up training early he left her a protein bar, a banana, and Vitamin water on her desk. If she worked out through lunch or dinner, she could find a sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water in her room.

He was always careful to make his delivery and be gone before she'd finished her training session. He wanted her eating, but didn't want her to know that he was the one feeding her.

~~*~~


At first Sara had been annoyed by the food left in her room, but when her stomach inevitably growled upon registering its presence, she'd cave and eat it, silently grateful that someone had left it for her.

After several weeks of this, Sara finally asked, "Gideon, do you know who my food elf is?"

"Yes, Ms. Lance," Gideon responded.

Sara rolled her eyes, only slightly annoyed that the AI was making her ask the unasked question. "Who is it?"

"Mr. Snart has been leaving food in your room when you train through mealtimes," Gideon reported.

"Thanks," Sara mumbled, surprised by the answer. She'd thought for sure that it had been Ray. He was the thoughtful type that way. Then again, Ray would have said something about it to her.

But Leonard taking care of her?

Sara thought about what she knew of the man as she ate her sandwich. He was a master thief, used to planning heists and taking care of a crew. However, she doubted that he would leave meals for his criminal cohorts.

He had a sister, though. A much younger one, from what she'd gathered. They'd talked about their sisters a couple of times while playing cards and Lisa was one of the few people that Leonard would die for. From what little he'd said, Leonard had practically raised Lisa.

Maybe he saw her as some little sister he needed to take care of?

That idea pissed Sara off to no end. She wasn't some child that needed to be looked after and fed.

Besides, the last thing Sara wanted was for Leonard to see her as a kid sister. Not with the growing attraction that she felt for him.

"Gideon, where is Leonard now?" Sara asked through gritted teeth.

"He is in his room with Mr. Rory," Gideon answered. "Shall I tell him you're looking for him?"

"No, he'll find out soon enough," Sara virtually growled. She grabbed the apple off her desk, stormed out of her room, and around the corner to Leonard's open door.

Leonard was reclining on his bed, reading, while Mick sat on the floor tinkering with something.

Sara lobbed the apple at Leonard, who looked up just in time to catch it before staring at her in shock.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I'm not some child you have to take care of," Sara fumed, stepping into the room, completely ignoring Mick.

"Busted," Mick chuckled. He gathered up what he'd been working on and made a hasty retreat, closing the door behind him.

Leonard stood; hands up in a placating gesture. "That wasn't my intention."

"You've been leaving food in my room like some kid that can't remember to eat. Or a pet," Sara growled.

"You weren't eating, though," Leonard pointed out. "I have eyes, Sara. I've seen you training hard and not eating after. That's not healthy."

Sara snorted. "And you care about my health?"

"You're our best fighter," Leonard said, hoping to avoid revealing his growing… dare he say, feelings... for the assassin. "We need you in top shape; which means replenishing the nutrients you're expending when you work out so hard."

"And how do you know I wasn't just eating later?" Sara asked, crossing her arms over her chest; only just realizing that she was wearing just a sports bra and low-slung sweatpants.

"I asked Gideon," Leonard admitted.

"And you told him?" Sara shouted at the ceiling.

"Yes, Ms. Lance," Gideon answered. "I, too, was worried about your lack of sustenance."

Sara seemed to deflate at that. "It's not like I was starving myself," she said, looking down at her bare feet.

"I didn't think you were intentionally trying to harm yourself, but rather than make it awkward between us, I thought it best to just leave the food for you to find," Leonard said.

Sara smiled at that, looking up at him through her lashes. "So I made things awkward?" she asked, her usual teasing tone back in her voice.

Leonard smirked. "Well, you did insinuate that I thought of you as a kid, which I assure you, I do not."

Sara sucked in a sharp breath at the flash of desire she saw in his eyes.

Completely dropping her defensive stance, Sara slinked closer to Leonard, allowing some of her own desire to show through. "I suppose that I should probably thank you for thinking of my well-being," she purred.

Leonard swallowed hard at the sudden change in Sara's demeanor. He just barely resisted the urge to pull at his collar as the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was hard for him to think with her so close.

Without touching him, Sara rose up on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Before he could think about it, and before Sara could move away, Leonard reached out and pulled her body against his, sealing his lips over hers. Sara moaned her encouragement, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss.

When they parted, panting for breath, Leonard said, "That was quite the thank you for a few sandwiches. I wonder how you'd thank me if I actually cooked you dinner."

Sara laughed, sinking back on her heels as she dragged her fingers teasingly down his chest. "Why don't you ask me to dinner and find out?"

Leonard groaned and had to close his eyes as his imagination filled in all the delightful ways Sara could thank him for a home cooked meal. When he opened them again, he met Sara's eyes. "Sara, may I cook dinner for you tonight?"

"If you can keep the others out of the galley, then you've got yourself a date," she promised.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Surprise me," she answered, slipping from his embrace. "You've been doing a pretty good job so far."

Leonard watched Sara go, admiring the view, and then went to knock on Mick's door.

"Good, you're not dead," Mick said, letting Leonard into his room.

"Far from it," Leonard said. "I need your help with something."

"Name it," Mick said. "It involve Blondie?"

"I'm gonna cook her dinner tonight," Leonard said, ignoring Mick's whistle of surprise. "She said she'd let me as long as the rest of the crew wasn't there."

"You want me to threaten them to stay away?" Mick asked gleefully.

"Bingo," Leonard said. "You up for it?"

Mick picked up his heat gun. "Been waiting for a chance to scare this lot."

"Thanks, partner," Leonard said, making to leave.

"Hey, boss," Mick said, causing Leonard to turn back around. "If you don't mind my sayin', it's 'bout time."

Leonard smirked. "Can't disagree with you there."

Chapter Two: Preparations
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