Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up in the morning when the day is new

After having spent the day together, hold each other close the whole night through

- The Beach Boys, 'Wouldn't It Be Nice'

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Three months later

When Sarah said she and Leonard would be friends with potential, she didn't expect for things to advance so quickly. There were plenty of clues he sent her way that things might be changing between them. Maybe she should have paid more attention to how Leonard had been treating her in front of the team, too.

Two nights ago, Kendra made a tuxedo cake and Sara couldn't eat it, on account of having a cold. She was a little embarrassed about having a cold because she normally never got them and being in the league had given her insight into keeping her body and mind healthy and clean from impurities.

'Probably too much junk food...' She mused regrettably. And just at the wrong time, too. Sara had tasted Kendra's cooking several times while they had been on the Waverider and she had enjoyed her friend's cuisine every time. Missing out on the tuxedo cake had really bummed Sara out, especially since tuxedo cake happened to be one of her favorite desserts.

When Kendra offered Sara a piece, Sara gave her a sad smile and told her that she was fighting a cold. And whenever you have a cold, you stay away from dairy products because they create mucus and only make you get more sick. Sara had learned that years ago. She spooned mouthfuls of the vegetable minestrone that Leonard had graciously made for her - from scratch and from an old family recipe, no less!

Sara had certainly been touched by Leonard's offer to make her soup. There was something so...endearing about it. Sara was impressed that he would go to such lengths to help her get better, so she offered to cut up the vegetables for him while he got the broth ready. He agreed and they worked side by side, just chatting. No one else was around at the time, so Leonard and Sara happily indulged themselves in the moment. It was quite intimate.

Sitting around the counter with the others, watching them devour that delicious cake, knowing that she couldn't have any made Sara resent her cold. She ate her soup quickly, so she wouldn't have to hear the appreciative sounds of her teammates as they gobbled down the cake. Once Sara finished her soup, she said goodnight to everyone and headed off to her room.

When she entered her room, she pulled her sweater off and sat on the bed. Sweat had perspired on her forehead and she wiped it away with a sigh on her lips. After kicking off her shoes, Sara laid back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were focused towards a certain captain of the crew whom she had qualms with at the moment.

Yesterday, after the Waverider landed in Austin, Texas in 1914, when Rip was notifying each member who would be needed for a specific mission, Sara was excluded. The past couple of days Rip had used Sara on missions very rarely.

Of course, she knew that he had cause to hold her back from missions. She had gone berserk with rage on a mission a week ago and if it weren't for Leonard holding her back and knocking her out, she definitely would have killed people. Still, how was she supposed to improve herself and successfully tame the beast if their leader wouldn't give her a chance to help with missions?

It was frustrating to be held back by someone who wanted her help to save the world, but he wasn't even ready to trust her enough to let her go on missions to stop Savage from taking over the earth. It was detrimental to the team, Sara felt. Honestly, there were times that Sara really wanted to punch Rip. He just had a way of getting on her nerves sometimes.

Sara wiped more beads of sweat from her face and growled. She wasn't the kind of person who got in a hissy fit because she started sweating. On the contrary, in her line of work, Sara was quite used to perspiration. You can't fight people without sweating. However, Sara was tired and her cold wasn't helping. Her legs and arms felt like spaghetti too.

'A warm shower should help,' she thought to herself. Sara stood up and went to her closet to get a change of clothes. When she grabbed her stuff, she went out into the hall and into the bathroom. Once Sara put her things down, she turned to close the door but Leonard was standing at the threshold.

"Oh, what is it? Did I drop a sock or something?" She looked on the ground.

"No. You didn't drop anything. I just wanted to know how your throat feels after eating the soup. I used plenty of onions and garlic in the broth, so you should be feeling a lot better."

"Oh. Yeah. Actually, I do feel a little better. Thank you for making it."

Leonard nodded. "Of course. It's my pleasure." Sara smiled and they both stood there for moments, not speaking. Leonard looked like he had something on his mind but was struggling to say it. Sara had spent a considerable amount of time with Leonard, so she could identify the signs. His jaw would be tight and his eyes would focus intensely on some random spot in front of him. Sara touched his arm. At this motion, he snapped out of his reverie and looked at her face.

"Is...is everything okay, Leonard? You know you can talk to me, right? We're friends, after all."

Leonard gave Sara a small smile and he kissed her on the forehead. "Yeah, we're friends. But you go ahead and take your shower. There's something I need to talk to you about. Something that...well, can't be spoken about out here. I'll wait for you in your room."

Sara crinkled her eyebrow and said, "Okay," softly, curiously watching him as Leonard turned and went into her room. She touched her forehead and smiled in spite of her confusion. Leonard Snart had been more affectionate towards her lately. Maybe their talk they would clear these things up and he'd explain his tactile behavior. Hopefully he'd continue with the touches. Sara reveled the feel of Leonard's skin against hers.

In the shower, Sara realized that Leonard might be acting odd because he wanted to have the talk with her. Suddenly, she grew nervous. He had been acting downright spouse-like, holding her when she had nightmares, making her soup, asking her how she felt, confiding in her. Perhaps he decided it was time to make things official between the two of them.

Sara was so busy thinking about these things that the soap from her shampoo stung her eyes. "Oh, ow! Dammit!"

Later, once she finished showering, she walked back into her room. Leonard was sitting on the bed and he smiled when he saw her coming. Sara felt a lump in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. He motioned for her to join him on the bed and she complied, feeling very shy and unsure of herself. Looking in his eyes added to her excitement because of the way he made her feel.

"So...you wanted to talk?"

Leonard nodded and scooted a bit closer to Sara until their knees touched. He was being more tactile than he usually - well, ever - was. Sara licked her lips and waited or him to speak. Leonard took one of her hands in his own, cradling it gently.

"...You know that I'm not a touchy-feely kind of guy. I don't open myself up to people, not even to Mick or Lisa and they're my family. Don't get me wrong, I do care about them, but...it's more of a platonic sense of care. None of us ever were intimate with each other. We have a mutual respect and alliance for each other, but it was nothing deep or emotional. They were people that I knew I had to protect. I don't trust people and before Hunter recruited us to be in this team, Mick and Lisa were the only people I ever let in my small circle...then, I met you."

Sara stifled the gasp that had been attempting to leap from her throat the minute Leonard took her hand in his. She was right! He was going to ask her- well, she wasn't exactly sure what he planned to ask her.

'Best to just act cool and wait until he finishes talking,' she thought to herself. It would be awful if she became enthused over something that she may be wrong about. Still, it wasn't easy, holding back her insatiable curiosity.

Leonard's lips twisted slightly and he furrowed his eyebrows in what, Sara suspected, was difficulty. Whatever it was that he wanted to say was clearly a big deal if he can't speak it right away. After a few moments of intense staring at Sara's sleeve, Leonard continued.

"Let's just say I'm a complicated man who doesn't hang around people I don't trust, and one of those few people I do trust is you, Sara. I actually started liking you from the first moment we spent time together. When I saw you dance in that bar back in the seventies, I liked what I saw. You were vibrant, electric, moving in time with the music like some kind of goddess. It was arousing, I ain't gonna lie, but there was more to it than that. I really wanted to get to know you. In spite of everything in me that told me to just ignore you and be indifferent, I couldn't. Over the past year you made me care, you actually made me care about you and everyone else on this crazy timeship. And I don't regret it one bit."

Leonard touched Sara's damp hair and ran his fingers through the blonde strands. He smiled the most beautiful, genuine smile she had ever seen on his face to date. Sara couldn't help but smile back at him. She was so glad that he was finally admitting his feelings for her.

She sniffled and laughed a little, the rebellious little tears finally spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. "So, what are you saying? That you have a crush on me or something?" She was teasing, of course. Far be it for Leonard Snart to merely have a crush on someone, as if he were in grade school.

Leonard shook his head at her silly joke and kissed her hand. "No, you crazy woman. I'm telling you that I love you. And ever since that night three months ago, when we spent the night in each other's arms, I felt like I had truly come home because of you. You're my home, Sara and I want to make that official."

Keeping his eyes on Sara, Leonard slid off the bed, reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small square-shaped box. Sara gasped loudly and covered her mouth with her hand, her heart thumping wildly at the surprise. "O-official?"

Leonard smiled at her reaction and got down on one knee, holding the box out to her and opening it deftly. The ring was beautiful. The band was gold with a braided twist filled with brilliant blue jewels. The stones reminded Sara of the color of her eyes. She looked at him questioningly. "A-are you asking me...?"

"Yes. I am. Sara Margaret Lance, will you marry me?"

Sara's face was wet through from the tears that freely streaked down her cheeks. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine Leonard Snart asking her to be his wife. It was almost too much for her to handle. She grabbed her stomach and nodded her head back and forth, emphatically. The only word she could get out was, "Yes!"

Once she said that, Leonard let a few tears fall from his eyes too and he leaned forward, taking the lovely ring out of its cushion and sliding it into her finger. Sara stared at the ring in glee and turned her head towards her now fiancé. Without speaking, they both reached for each other and embraced tightly. Sara's arms went around Leonard's waist and his went around her neck. Theirs was more than just an embrace. It was a promise fulfilled, a longing that had been answered.

Sara pulled back and kissed Leonard with all of the warmth in her heart that she held, holding back nothing, for all was brought to light now. Their kiss was all passion and fire, not a trace of cold to be found. Eventually, they both had to come up for air and when they did, Sara touched Leonard's cheek with her ring hand. She stroked his skin with her fingertips and touched her forehead to his.

"I love you too, Len. I always have. Ever since that day in the engine room."

Leonard smirked and rubbed her shoulder lovingly. "Well, I'm glad the feeling is mutual. It would have looked bad for me if you refused."

"Look bad for you? You make it sound like we have an audience."

Leonard looked over Sara's shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, about that..."

Sara frowned and turned around to see what he was looking at. When she saw all of her teammates standing by the door, she groaned. "You let them watch? You have a lot of guts, Len. What if I had said no?"

He merely gave her a confident smile. "Trust me, Sara. I knew you would say yes."

Jax, Stein, Rip, Ray and Kendra all ran over to the two lovers and gave them their congratulations. Leonard actually shook hands with Stein and Ray, and accepted a high five from Jax, a pat on the back from Rip and a big hug from Kendra. There was no doubt about it, Leonard Snart was a changed man. A year ago, he wouldn't have dared to let people touch him, but now, with the love of Sara and the support of his friends, Leonard had finally made peace with himself and allowed himself to trust and to bond with others.

Rip came to Sara and spoke to her in low tones so the others wouldn't hear. "Sara. I just wanted you to know that Mr. Snart informed me of your displeasure at being held back from the last few missions. I'm sorry that I did that to you. I had no idea how much it bothered you until he told me earlier today. Now that I understand your qualms, you can rest assured that I won't exclude you from a mission again unless absolutely necessary and with your knowledge."

Sara smiled widely, her eyes darting to Leonard and back to Rip. She gave the Englishman a warm hug. "Thank you, Rip. I appreciate it." Even before he proposed to her, Leonard was still looking out for Sara. She loved the feeling and couldn't wait to say those precious words, "I do." And as they both came back into the other's embrace and their teammates fawned all over them, they kissed once more. Leonard and Sara were bound together by love and trust. Whatever life lay ahead of them, they were ready for the journey because they had each other which was the only thing that mattered.

Fin~

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Okay, I was definitely not expecting to end this story on such a high note, but still, it was worth it! Len and Sara are going to be married! I nearly started crying myself writing the proposal scene! There should be more fics out there like this for these two! I was planning on ending this with three chapters, but now, I may have to pull in another one. We'll see. I have other stories that I must work on, and I don't want to burn out my muse on this story, so I'll let it lie for now. I highly doubt that this is the end for Len and Sara, though! Stay tuned for more in the future!