Note: It's been forever since I've touched this, I know, and I'm sorry. There are only so many drabbles I can write before I run out of ideas and apparently twenty-seven was my limit. But I've decided to give this a go again and see where it takes me. I've got other stories I need to dedicate myself to, so I don't know how frequently I can update this, but at least it's a start.

And if anyone is still with me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Merry Christmas!

There was a time when Leonard would have ever denied needing anyone.

Because Mick… Mick was a buddy- a friend even- but Snart would have been hard pressed to admit that he needed him.

There was Lisa. His sister. His world. But he supposed that the brother was allowed to make an exception for the sister.

But the woman curled against his side?

It really hadn't been that long ago when Snart would have laughed at the idea.

The fire in the fireplace popped and Snart shifted, stretching his shoulder to get more comfortable.

The woman stirred, lifting her head sleepily.

"Len?"

"Just stretching," he hushed her, his fingers gently working at some of the smaller knots in her tangled mess of blonde hair.

She hummed contentedly, resting her head against his chest once more. She pulled her feet up onto the couch, curling a little tighter.

Leonard rested his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him.

Yes, he reflected, there'd been a time when he'd have said he was happier as just the one.

But one… one was a lonely number.

And Leonard was ready to no longer be alone.

Two was stronger anyways.

And together- together they would take on the world.