#goldentop

Wild Spearmint made for good tea.

Rosalind walked up to Leonard, cautiously. "What is it?" he asked not turning from his work to look at her.

"I have to tell you something. And . . . it's important." she was a bit nervous but she forced herself to stay there, she had already stopped herself from saying what she needed to say and she wasn't about to do it again.

"Okay . . . go ahead." Leonard told her.

"I want to ask Lisa to marry me." said Rosa, softly.

The captain turned to her. "You what?"

Rosa had been in a relationship with Lisa for a while and she felt like the time was right. She had stolen the perfect ring and everything. While she was aware she didn't actually need Len's approval to propose, she felt like she should ask him anyway, or at least consider his opinion (because she was going to propose no matter what he said) given how protective he was of Lisa, and given the fact that he basically raised her.

"Well, Lisa and I have been dating for a while and I . . . want to be with her forever." she continued.

Leonard paused for a moment, processing this and Rosalind began to worry. She tried to force the anxiety down as she calmly awaited his response.

"Lisa is happier with you than she has been in a long time. And all I want for her is happiness. So . . . you know what? Knock yourself out." Leonard replied.

Rosa felt herself tear up. She had always had a tendency to be emotional. She beamed and, not caring about the reprocutions, jumped up and hugged Leonard tightly.

The first time they met Lisa didn’t remember it. Lisa was ten when Lenny managed to send her to a skating camp. Children 8-15. Lisa loved skating, more than anything.

When she was there, she became best friends with a boy a year older than her. She didn’t remember his name, didn’t remember anything about him besides the fact he’d been skating for three years and helped her. (Didn’t remember most of her childhood, only bits and pieces. She’d mentioned it to Lenny once, years later, he was recounting a memory and she’d admitted remembering none of it. Mick had made her tell a therapist, who had concluded it was the abuse. She’d killed the therapist.)

Their dad had broken Len’s arm twice for that. She hadn’t gone to skating camp again.

The second time they met, Lisa also didn’t recognise her. She was trying to get a crew, vet them so Lenny wouldn’t have to. “So, I could use you two. Are you in?” They looked at each other, then nodded.

She recognized them both after she decided to trust them, which was unfortunate. She sat up quickly, jostling Hartley, who had been leaning against her. “Sorry Piper,” she apologised. He muttered something in Russian. She grinned, and responded in kind. He let out an amused huff. Forgiven, then.

She focused on them. “You guys are the ones who almost got Lenny caught!”

Rosa tilted her head, “Who?”

Lisa sighed. So much for her idea of sharing identities to foster trust. Hopefully they splintered off cleanly. She knew they sure as fuck wouldn’t be staying, after she admitted it. Things hadn’t ended well between them. Better to do it fast. “My brother. Leonard Snart.”

They didn’t splinter off on their own. Shawna, Mark, and Hartley had stayed with her, but Bivolo and Nimbus had elected to follow Sam and Rosa’s lead.

And somehow, they kept going on the same damn heists. “I wish I could hate you, but you always manage to make things fun!” Lisa shouted casually, on the seventh such occasion. It was the third time their two groups had teamed up due to an arrival by the Flash.

Rosa opened her mouth to reply, but got tackled by the Flash. “Didn’t know you liked to play rough,” she breathed instead.

Sam went to attack Flash, and Lisa gestured for Shawna to get their team out of there.

Lisa tried having her team wear reflective glasses to resist The Top and Mirror Master, but Mirror Master just used them to get close to people (which really, she should have expected.)

She tried going to Keystone, they were there. She even went to Canada once, just to see what would happen. They followed.

She had Hartley cover their tracks. Still, they followed. She removed everything with a reflection.

Finally, they were gone. No sign of them anywhere. She had Hartley check the cameras to see if they were still free and in the city.

They were.

And she…kind of missed them? Not them. Her.

(She put the mirrors back. No one objected. The one thing about this team-they were vain. Not that that was a bad thing.)

She kept one room specifically mirror-free, for the important stuff.

Len and Mick had been gone over four years. She knew they came back occasionally, but she never got a visit. She tried to not be too hurt.

She loved this team she has formed, Hartley was probably the closest thing she had to a best friend. Shawna was great, the closest female friend she’d ever had. (There weren’t nearly enough female criminals.) And Mark…well, even he’d grown on her, once he’d stopped flirting with her (and Shawna) all the time, thanks to Hartley pointedly flirting with him to the point of discomfort for all involved.

Still, she missed them. Hell, she missed that first year, with twice as many people.

Hartley and her were sitting together on a couch in that room, once. He’d asked her about if she cared if people on the team dated people they fought.

“Who?” She asked.

“You know, Rosalind and Sam broke up,” he deflected. Or tried to make it seem.

She grinned. She knew his double-bluffs. He wanted her to think he was saying that a deflection but it was really an answer. But she knew it was just what it seemed-a deflection. On a hunch, she casually said “Cisco’s mine.”

He gave her a look, clearly unable to tell if she was serious. She paused, reflecting on that. Had she been serious? …she shook her head and sighed. “Do what you want. But he was. I’ve kissed him. He liked me. So if that’s a problem for you, you’d be getting my cooties. Actually…” she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and laughed as he grimaced. He ran out to complain to Shawna, and she chased him.

She’d lost track of how many times they’d met when Rosa (and Bivolo) showed up at her door. Numbers had always been more Lenny’s thing.

She let her in.

Them. She let them in.

Rosa explained how she’d broken up with Sam, and how she’d stayed for a while, but soon started feeling…off. She and Bivolo had decided to leave.

It took some effort, working with them again. Mark was outwardly aggressive almost all the time. Hartley refused to look at either of them in the eyes. Shawna was friendly, but distant. Lisa knew she was all over the place.

She felt she should hate Rosa, for hurting her brother, almost getting him caught. But she hadn’t seen her brother-or Mick-in five years. (She knew they hadn’t just both died, Mick had been on the news once or twice. And she read every report she-or Hartley-could find carefully.)

So, she decided to forget it, and started sleeping with Rosa.

(thanks for the prompt :) actually I accidentally deleted this when i had most of it done so... if something sounds like it doesn’t make sense it’s probably because I already had half a fic written and maybe i forgot to re-write smth in here :’D) 

The car ride back to the warehouse is eerily quiet. Len never talks much post-heist (or in this case, prison break), but Lisa can see his reflection in the mirror and he’s pissed alright. 

She pulls his jacket tighter around her shoulders and doesn’t try to talk him out of it. She should’ve been more careful, less prone to trust people who don’t really deserve it… but the thought hurts her somewhere behind the ribs, and she doesn’t dwell on it too much.Len shoots out of the car the second they park in front of their makeshift temporary home, and Lisa doesn’t really know what she could’ve said to stop him. By the time she climbs out of the (no doubt stolen) Chevy, she can already hear Len’s snarling through the open metal door. “…and if you ever pull shit like that again, you’re out, Scudder, are we clear?!”Scudder, bless his stupid heart, hasn’t learned yet that when Len goes quiet like this, it’s actually worse than if he were screaming. He tries to challenge, steps closer to Len and attempts to stare him down, but the inch he has on Len isn’t nearly enough to accomplish that.“Oh, yeah?”

Len hisses at him, something venomous and too quiet for Lisa to hear; she doesn’t want to, anyway. Len’s good at threatening people, but being the reason for his anger tonight, Lisa doesn’t particularly need to rehash all the reasons why she was stupid to trust Scudder.

In all fairness, it wasn’t so much Scudder as it was Rosa: when she grabbed Lisa’s hand and said it would be so much ‘fun’ if Lisa joined, how could she have said no?