One of my CC bros tagged me in a post on Tumblr asking where I thought the CC scene where Snart pulls his cold gun on Sara would have gone if Gideon hadn't called. This intrigued me to my core and so here's my take on it (several months later, naturally). Enjoy!

"Prove it. Shoot me."

Sara can feel the tears in her eyes and it takes all of her League of Assassins-curated strength to not blink them away.

She won't blink. She won't move at all.

Why won't she just move? Leonard could feel his arm shaking and it wasn't from the weight of the cold gun. He knew from the moment he pointed the gun at her that he made a mistake.

It wasn't that he was afraid of what Sara would do to him. He wasn't scared of her, at least, not really.

It was that little step back she'd taken and the look of surprise on her face that told him everything he needed to know.

He fucked up.

He fucked up big time.

Sara tipped her head up slightly and the light caught a glistening in her eyes that Leonard hadn't yet noticed.

Was she crying?

No, she couldn't be. Sara didn't cry.

Now, she was just standing there, very still, her face hard, and he didn't know what to do.

He wasn't going to shoot her. He knew that much, but he also couldn't put his arm down. He was stuck in place, cold gun pointing at Sara's neck, his eyes locked on hers.

Sara placed one foot onto the step, then another. Then, she was on his level.

"Do it," she said, "Shoot me."

He said nothing, his hand gripping the cold gun tighter.

She took another step forwards, moving closer to him. Everything in his gut told him to lower the gun but he couldn't.

Sara didn't break eye contact as she slowly walked towards him. She could see down the barrel of the gun. She could se the flickering triangle of light, so white it appeared blue.

During a game of cards, she had asked him how the gun worked and he told her. She had listen, sort of. She tended to get lost in the drawl of his voice, not to mention how that game of gin was the night they'd returned Cassandra Savage to the refuges in 2166. Sara had been — she didn't even know what, insecure? Jealous? She had no idea. Leonard had assured her that nothing was going on between them, but Sara wasn't sure that hearing that made her feel better, because it meant he'd recognized something was up with her.

Needless to say, she'd lost that game of gin. Big time.

She was less than two inches away from the cold gun now, still looking into Leonard's eyes. The gun pointed directly at her neck. If he did shoot her, it might not hurt that bad. She might not even feel it.

Sara was surprised to see a look of fear in his eyes behind all the anger and frustration. She knew he wasn't afraid of her — he'd never be afraid of her, even when he really should have been.

"Sara," Leonard said warningly, "Move."

"No."

She wasn't afraid of him either, eve with the cold gun pointed at her throat.

She reached up and pressed her hand on the cold gun. She lowered the gun, simultaneously surprised and not surprised that he didn't resist.

As the gun was pointing to the floor, he released his finger from the trigger. Leonard's expression softened as the gun powered down.

"Snart," she said, her voice lower, softer, "This isn't you anymore."

"Says who?"

"Says me. I know you, Snart. I know you're better than this."

She was so close to him now, less than an arms-length away from his chest.

"You're not going to shoot me."

"No," he replied, the words falling from his mouth before he could think about it.

"We have to go find the team," she said, keeping her voice soft.

"No," Leonard repeated, his voice sharpening. He shoved the cold gun into its holster and crossed his arms.

"Why," Sara exclaimed, her voice rising to its natural level, "I don't get it! Why don't you want to go back for them?"

She took a step back.

"If we go there, we are going to die," he told her.

"We don't know that," she argued, striding over to the holo table and looking down to the screen. It had frozen on a map of the Time Master's headquarters when Gideon shut down, "I'd rather die saving the team than knowing I could've helped them and didn't. Besides, I'm not afraid of dying."

"I am."

"You're afraid of dying?"

Sara looked up to see that he'd followed her to the holo table, leaning on the cold metal so his eyes were level with hers.

"No, I'm afraid of you dying."

Sara was silent for a moment.

"Stop that," she told him.

"Stop what?"

Again, Sara didn't answer. She looked back to the holo table, fingers drumming on the immobile screen.

"I'm going to get the team, whether you're with me or not," she said adamantly, "You can maroon me with the Time Masters like you did to Mick for all I care."

She turned and headed towards Rip's office and the complicated maps sitting on the wooden table.

"Lance."

Sara didn't need to turn around to know that Leonard was following her.

"Sara," he said.

God, she could listen to him say her name all day.

The thought was out before she could stop it.

It was true though. The way he emphasized each syllable, drawing out the a made something inside her tingle.

"What do you want now?" she asked him.

She spun around, then hastily took a step back when she saw he was standing closer to her than she realized.

Of course he was.

"I'm…" he hesitated, "I just wanted you to be safe."

"We all have different priorities," she replied, "Now are you with me or not?"

"I'm always with you."

"Alright, then lets go find the team."