#cold canary

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Hero Snart/Criminal Lance

tip toe sara is so important

What if, when they finally get Snart back, his mind is mixed up from the Oculus? He saw every possibility in every timeline on every Earth, and he's having trouble sorting what actually happened. So, he starts asking people. Not many people, just the people he trusts most. He'll give them a scenario, and they'll tell him if it's real or not. ~~~~ "My favorite color was blue," he starts one day, raising his eyebrows. "Real or not real?" Sara rolls her eyes, not taking her eyes off her punching bag. "Not real. Just told everyone it was." ~~~~ "Robert Queen is the Green Arrow," he tries one day, a headline flashing through his head. "Not real," Stein tells him, before pausing. "His son, Oliver, is." Leonard's not quite sure why he's telling him that. ~~~~ "Emma Watson is president," he offers, leaning against the console. Jax laughs. "Not real, unfortunately." ~~~~ "I nearly killed you," he mutters, and this one almost isn't a question. Mick answers anyway. "Real. But you didn't." He's not sure how much consolation that is, not with the name "Chronos" echoing in his head. A question for another day, perhaps. ~~~~ "You broke my gun," he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest. Ray gulps. "R-real. That happened after, though. You were gone, and we would have died too if-but I'm sorry about your gun. I know that-" "Relax, Raymond. You saved my partner. Thank you." He can't believe he's letting Palmer off the hook. ~~~~ "Savitar killed Iris West" he says, and he's almost sure of this one. Relief floods him at Rip's reply. "Almost. But not real, not anymore." ~~~~ "I killed my father." He's pulled Barry off to the side, during a team up with Team Flash. He has to know. "Real." The hero watches him curiously, awaiting his reaction. "I don't regret it." This, at least, isn't a question. ~~~~ Sometimes, he asks others, but his favorite by far is Sara. He'll spend hours asking her anything he can think of. ~~~~ "You and I nearly froze to death together." "Real. Wasn't much of a fan, honestly." ~~~~ "You were my nurse in prison." "Not real." "That's a shame." ~~~~ "You asked me to dance, in the seventies, and I refused." "That one's real." "Unfortunate. It could have been fun." ~~~~ She knows the questions are coming eventually, but they still catch her off guard. "You kissed me." She knows his tones now, knows the different ways he asks. He thinks this one is fake. "Real," she admits, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she focuses on sharpening her knife. "I love you." His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but sure, and she doesn't know if it's even a question. Still, she has to answer. "Real." "And you... Love me." He sounds so awed, so hopeful, that every carefully crafted denial she used to keep her heart in tact after losing him and Laurel in one fell swoop dissolves. "Real." ~~~~ Sometimes he still gets confused. He remembers being in Juvie for Lisa's fifth birthday party, but she shows him pictures of him serving her cake. He doesn't recognize any version of Harrison Wells, but he greets Julian like an old friend. He calls "The Wizard of Oz" "Gone With The Wind," and no one can convince him otherwise. Yes, he still gets a little confused, but he knows the important things.