It had been six months, since the events at the vanishing point and the Legends had pretty much given up all hope that Leonard Snart was ever coming back from the dead. Sure, Oliver Queen had survived for five years on an uncharted island. (Well mostly on an uncharted island anyway.) And Barry Allen had been struck by lightning and lived to tell about it...But not everyone was so lucky.

Some people just remained dead. Some people never got a second chance at life. And the Legends were learning to deal with that. They were coping. Besides, he had died saving them and the future. They'd killed Savage. It wasn't like Snart had died in vane.

After that awkward Legion of Doom phase with a past version of Leonard and a visit from the homosexual version of Snart - from Earth X - the Legends had finally gotten to a place in which they could move on. (And subsequently start to mourn the loss of Martin Stein. Damn it why did everyone have to die!?)

Which was precisely why, when they got the call from Star Labs, everyone on the Waverider -omitting the newest of the newbies - simultaneously groaned very loudly.

Gideon had pulled up an image of Barry Allen onto the monitors. The message he gave them was rather vexing.

"Snart's back," he told them.

"Which Earth is he from this time?" Sara sighed.

"He's not from another Earth," Barry said.

"Okay, then which time line was he pulled out of?" Ray wondered.

"He wasn't pulled out of any time line," Barry said. "Guys, Leonard Snart is back from the dead."

"Are you sure about that?" Sara asked. "It could be a shape shifting alien from Earth 38."

"Or a shape shifting meta human," Mick added, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"Or a demon," Constantine said, trying to fit in, even though he had no idea what any of them were talking about.

"....Or a demon," Sara nodded in agreement.

"No, no, no," Barry said, sounding a little frustrated. "Guys. Listen. It's not a demon. It's not a meta. It's not an alien. It's Leo, and it's not him from another other dimension or time line. It's the same Leonard Snart from six months ago, who blew up that time thinga majig."

"The oculus," Ray said.

Barry nodded. "Yeah. That."

Sara sighed again. "Fine! Gideon, plot a course!"

Minutes later, the Legends were landing in front of Star Labs, their ship cloaking itself so no random passersby could see.

The first thing the time traveling heroes seen, when they walked into the cortex was a familiar man wearing a blue parka.

"Leonard?" Mick said, recognizing his old friend. He couldn't really believe it was the real him. No time traveling tricks. No frauds from other dimensions....just Leonard Snart. He could tell by the way he stood, the very look in his eyes.

"Hello, Mick," Leonard greeted his life long friend.

"How..." Sara started, her voice trailing off. She shook her head in disbelief. "You were dead."

"Actually...you only thought I was dead," Leonard corrected, in his usual icy tone.

"How does that work?" Ray asked.

"Apparently, there's a meta human out there somewhere who can make illusions," Leonard explained, sounding bored."Made you all think I was dead....which reminds me, where's my gun?"

Mick took the cold gun out from an extra holster he'd taken to keeping strapped on his leg, since Snart's 'death'.

"You're going after the meta?" Ray said, shocked.

"Don't worry," Leonard said. "I won't kill her....Okay. Maybe there will be a little killing."

He took the cold gun and put it in his own holster. Captain Cold smirked. "Or a lot."

Back on the Waverider, Sara met Leonard in his old room. It was strange, seeing him again after all this time. Sara couldn't stop old feelings from piling up. Rage, hatred, annoyance....calm, closeness, maybe even love...

"Are you just going to stare at me all day, Assassin?" Leonard asked, turning to face her.

"Maybe," Sara replied. "Why? Does that bother you, Crook?"

"Should it?"

"You tell me."

Leonard stared at her for a long moment, the same old cold stare he always use to wear. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he wore that look. There was something in his eyes, though...some kind of spark, something Sara would always see in his eyes, when he looked at her.

For a moment, she thought he was going to say something flirtatious....then he said, "What happened to the professor?"

"He died," Sara told him, feeling a little disappointed.

"Jax?" Leonard asked.

"He left to grieve," Sara said.

"And Carter and Kendra?"

"They left as soon as we killed Savage."

"Ah...so you killed him. That's a relief."

Sara put her hands on her hips, and looked at him sternly. "Leonard, I would love to catch you up on the last six months...but I think we should talk about...other things first."

Leonard stared back at her, clasping his hands in front of him all dramatic like. "What sort of other things?"

Sara smirked at the theif, reciting the words he'd said to her so many years ago.

"I think...being on this ship, traveling through time...it has me wondering what the future holds," she said, "for me....and you....and me and you."

Leonard didn't question how she had remembered his exact words. Instead, he stared back at the assassin, a sly grin on his lips. "I must be one hell of a theif, if I managed to steal a kiss from you," he said, recalling the events that had taken place immediately before his 'death.'

"Yeah," Sara grinned back. "Must be."

He stood up and walked over to her, slowly. Sara felt her heart begin to race. She had to resist the urge to turn and flee down the hall. Feelings were something she'd promised herself she'd stop running from.

"And...how would I go about stealing another?" Leonard asked.

"That's cute," Sara said. "The way you think you're gonna get another kiss from me. Must be the post death talking. That was a one time thing, Leonard."

"Was it?" he asked. He gave her that irresistible look that always made her feel like her insides were melting. Ironic, if you think about it. Captain Cold melting her from the inside out...

"It was," Sara insisted. Though, she knew that was a lie. She knew when looked at him, even though he was a criminal, even though her dad didn't approve of these "bad boy" types. He was the man who had risked his life for hers. Who had practically died for her. He was the one who had talked her out of killing Stein, when he knew it would eat her alive. And while he often acted like a conniving little shit face, he was still quite intriguing and...well damn...

"Then again," Sara added. "You are one hell of a theif..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips close to his, kissing him deeply, passionately. He smirked into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. The kiss lasted for a good two minutes, before a gruff voice interupted.

"It's about time!"

The two pulled apart to see Mick standing in the doorway, holding  a beer in his hand. "I know you were dead for six, but damn that took forever, Snart!"

"In his defense, I'm a very hard woman to get," Sara shrugged. Mick nodded and walked off.

"Where are you going?" Leonard asked.

"To find Ray," Mick said. "He owes me a six pack."

Once he was out of sight, Sara turned to Leonard, a mischievous look on her face. "So," she said, "how long do you think it will take them to get together?"