cutecannibals requested: "Mick gives Sara Leonard's cold gun or his ring to remember him by"

*I wrote this and put it up on my Tumblr a while back but because I'm just the greatest at procrastinating, it's taken forever for me to actually make a fic for it. Sorry!

Nobody realized how important Leonard Snart was to the team until he was gone. Nobody realized that his brashness and harshness was what kept them all pointed in the right direction on those days when everything about the missions became too much, when they started to lose hope.

Then, Leonard died. The one person who could have pulled them all out of the numb state they were in was the same person who caused it.

That left the task to Mick. He thought he'd be angry about the situation. He thought that he, of all people, would be given the right to mourn Leonard. He had known him far better than anybody else on the team — Sara being a close second — and he'd certainly known him the longest. However, he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. Knowing that he was seen by the team as capable of doing what Leonard had done made him feel better, even if it was just by a bit.

Most of the team was easy to set back to normal. Stein and Jax both needed odd jobs to keep them distracted, so Mick told them to fix the time ship. It had been damaged in several places on their expedition to the Vanishing Point and setting Firestorm to fix the problems was just the distraction they needed.

Kendra just needed a shoulder to cry on, which, to Mick's relief, she found in Carter. Carter had not had the chance to get to know Leonard, having been either dead or brainwashed for the majority of the mission, so he was forced to sit with his arm around Kendra and grieve someone he'd never known. Mick thought Carter's mournful face was either one of extreme confusion or like he had a bad toothache. Either way, he found it amusing.

Raymond needed no more than a sympathetic pat on the back. He was so surprised by even that amount of tenderness from the pyromaniac that he'd immediately sat up and went to go help Stein and Jax with the restoration of the Waverider.
Rip did exactly what Mick expected he'd do, which was ignore everyone, and Mick didn't bother to try to break his silence. It was his fault that Leonard died and Mick deserved his right to hold a grudge.

Then there was Sara. Sara scared most of the team, but not Mick. Impress him, yes, and he definitely wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her punches, but she didn't scare him, He didn't scare her either. There was a respect there.

Mick knew there was something happening between Sara and Leonard. He'd seen it since Leonard watched Sara in the bar in 1975. She'd been beating up at least five guys simultaneously and Leonard had looked back at Mick with an expression he'd only seen directed at Lisa. It was one of fondness. They'd known each other for only a few short days and Mick could see that Leonard had already gotten more attached to Sara than anybody else he'd ever met besides himself and his sister.

Mick was content to sit and smugly watch their relationship grow. Flirtatious banter was one thing; Leonard did that with a lot of people, even Barry Allen for Christ sake. It didn't mean anything. What really caught Mick's notice was how easily he let Sara in. He sat with her in the mess hall, he gravitated towards her during team meetings. He didn't shy away from her touch and even began to initiate it himself after a while.

If Mick had known what would happen that night at the Oculus Wellspring, he would have pushed Leonard to figure out how he felt. Hell, he would have even talked to Sara, but now it was too late.

Now, Sara sat alone in her room. Mick knew she was crying. He'd seen her start on the main deck earlier that day when they'd all paid their respect to Leonard. She'd hurried away after that.

She was the one person Mick didn't know how to fix. Leonard would have told her to shut up, that these emotions would distract her and she'd start making mistakes, that she was better than this. Mick knew that none of those words would help now.

He did the only thing he could think of. He let himself into Sara's room, not caring whether she wanted him there or not. She was sitting cross legged on her bed, shuffling and re-shuffling a deck of playing cards. Mick could see tear tracks running down her makeup-free face. He almost backed out of the room, regretting exposing himself to this level of emotion, but Sara didn't say anything, didn't even look up. She was good that way. She didn't want to impose the way she felt on other people.

Mick cleared his throat and held up Leonard's cold gun.

"He'd want you to have this, try out some new weapons." He placed the gun on the edge of the bed. Then he reached into one of the many pockets in his jacket and extracted a velvet covered box, placing it next to the gun. "This too."

Mick nodded once and left the room, closing the door behind him. Sara shuffled the cards one last time and slid them neatly into their box. Then, she reached forwards and pulled the box and the gun closer to her.

She picked up the gun first, turning it over and over in her hands. She automatically began to take it apart, finding that once it was completely dismantled, she could put it back together again. Leonard had never taught her how, but he must have done it countless times in her presence.

Then, she picked up the second object, the velvet box. When Mick had first held it up, her heart had skipped a beat, but upon closer inspection, the box was a bit bigger and longer than what she'd thought it was when she first looked at it.

She opened it and looked inside to see Leonard's shiny metal ring. It was on a chain so Sara could wear it as a necklace. She undid the clasp and put the chain around her neck. She gripped the ring for a moment, a few more tears squeezing their way over her eyes before she dropped it underneath her cotton t-shirt, where the ring came to rest right over her heart.

Thank you for the slightly heartbreaking prompt, cutecannibals!

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