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(A/N: Slight spoilers if you're not caught up on Legends of Tomorrow!)
Leonard grunted as you touched his cheek.
“Did that hurt?” you asked.
He peered up at you. “It's not like you can do any worse than him.”
You raised an eyebrow. The former thief was sitting shirtless on your examining table, ugly bruises and welts covering the majority of his skin. He had lost quite a bit of blood from his little scuffle with Mick. And yet, his trademark smirk was still fixed on his face.
“Fair enough.” You stepped across the room and grabbed some bandages. “I went and saw Mick first, you know. He didn't have nearly as much facial scarring.”
His smirk faded. “Facial scarring?” he repeated.
You were Captain Hunter's medical officer. While Gideon was able to offer observations about the crew's conditions, Hunter had decided that it would be best to have an actual person there when things got rough. Like right now.
“Relax, Snart. The swelling is already going down and you aren't losing any more blood. No long term damage, you'll just be sore for a few days while you heal.” You glanced at him. “But you're lucky you aren't dead.”
“It was the only way to test his loyalty. See if he really does care about anyone besides himself.”
You sighed and started bandaging his arm. “There are other ways to do that, you know.” He glanced up at you.
“You mean like treating my wounds?”
“What are you talking about?”
He smirked. “I may have two bruises on my eyes, but I'm not blind. You don't dote on anyone else like this. Not Jax, not Raymond. Not even the captain himself. So what is it about me that makes me so worthy of all this attention?”
You handed him his shirt. “You're the one who gets hurt the most.” You turned away again, organizing your supplies.
“A likely excuse,” he replied as he stood up.
“Remind me again, who froze his own hand with the cold gun?”
“Fair enough.” You suddenly felt someone grab your arm and turn you around. “But it works just as well as the original.”
“Mr. Snart--”
He raised an eyebrow. “You've seen me without a shirt. You can call me Leonard. We're there.”
“Leonard, this isn't the place.”
“But you're saying there is one.”
“I'm saying it's not professional. Captain Hunter was very clear when he brought me aboard.”
He put his arms around your waist. “Like I said, you've seen me without a shirt. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him.”
And without waiting for your response, he pressed his lips to yours. You eagerly kissed back, putting your hands on his shoulders. After a few moments, he pulled away.
“See, that wasn't so hard,” he said as he put his head through his shirt. “And no one has to know.”
“No one has to know what?” Captain Hunter called as he entered the lab.
“How quickly Mr. Snart is healing. It's truly remarkable and I'd like him to keep checking in with me every few days. Just to ensure that no...complications arise with his injuries.”
Leonard glanced at you. “Yeah. What the doc said.”
“Very well, Ms. (Y/N). I trust your judgment.” Hunter lowered his voice. “Just keep a close eye on him.”
You smiled. “Yes, sir.” The captain nodded curtly before turning around and leaving again.
“We'll make a rule-breaker out of you yet,” Snart commented when he was sure Hunter was really gone.
“And no one has to know.”
He smirked. “You're getting it. Now, where were we?”
Leonard grunted as you touched his cheek.
“Did that hurt?” you asked.
He peered up at you. “It's not like you can do any worse than him.”
You raised an eyebrow. The former thief was sitting shirtless on your examining table, ugly bruises and welts covering the majority of his skin. He had lost quite a bit of blood from his little scuffle with Mick. And yet, his trademark smirk was still fixed on his face.
“Fair enough.” You stepped across the room and grabbed some bandages. “I went and saw Mick first, you know. He didn't have nearly as much facial scarring.”
His smirk faded. “Facial scarring?” he repeated.
You were Captain Hunter's medical officer. While Gideon was able to offer observations about the crew's conditions, Hunter had decided that it would be best to have an actual person there when things got rough. Like right now.
“Relax, Snart. The swelling is already going down and you aren't losing any more blood. No long term damage, you'll just be sore for a few days while you heal.” You glanced at him. “But you're lucky you aren't dead.”
“It was the only way to test his loyalty. See if he really does care about anyone besides himself.”
You sighed and started bandaging his arm. “There are other ways to do that, you know.” He glanced up at you.
“You mean like treating my wounds?”
“What are you talking about?”
He smirked. “I may have two bruises on my eyes, but I'm not blind. You don't dote on anyone else like this. Not Jax, not Raymond. Not even the captain himself. So what is it about me that makes me so worthy of all this attention?”
You handed him his shirt. “You're the one who gets hurt the most.” You turned away again, organizing your supplies.
“A likely excuse,” he replied as he stood up.
“Remind me again, who froze his own hand with the cold gun?”
“Fair enough.” You suddenly felt someone grab your arm and turn you around. “But it works just as well as the original.”
“Mr. Snart--”
He raised an eyebrow. “You've seen me without a shirt. You can call me Leonard. We're there.”
“Leonard, this isn't the place.”
“But you're saying there is one.”
“I'm saying it's not professional. Captain Hunter was very clear when he brought me aboard.”
He put his arms around your waist. “Like I said, you've seen me without a shirt. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him.”
And without waiting for your response, he pressed his lips to yours. You eagerly kissed back, putting your hands on his shoulders. After a few moments, he pulled away.
“See, that wasn't so hard,” he said as he put his head through his shirt. “And no one has to know.”
“No one has to know what?” Captain Hunter called as he entered the lab.
“How quickly Mr. Snart is healing. It's truly remarkable and I'd like him to keep checking in with me every few days. Just to ensure that no...complications arise with his injuries.”
Leonard glanced at you. “Yeah. What the doc said.”
“Very well, Ms. (Y/N). I trust your judgment.” Hunter lowered his voice. “Just keep a close eye on him.”
You smiled. “Yes, sir.” The captain nodded curtly before turning around and leaving again.
“We'll make a rule-breaker out of you yet,” Snart commented when he was sure Hunter was really gone.
“And no one has to know.”
He smirked. “You're getting it. Now, where were we?”
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Every episode of Legends just makes me love Leonard Snart even more. Takes place sometime between Episode 10 and 11.
The reader works in the medical lab as a doctor/nurse/medical person because while Gideon is great, the fact that she doesn't offer any actual help to the injured besides sedating them irritates me.
Hope you enjoy!
The reader works in the medical lab as a doctor/nurse/medical person because while Gideon is great, the fact that she doesn't offer any actual help to the injured besides sedating them irritates me.
Hope you enjoy!
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Ahhhhhh!!! Finally another Leonard story! I love him so much! Thank you for writing this! It was also veryyyyy in character and excellently written. :3 I really hope you write another because this one was perfect!