The Only One To Thaw The Ice

Painful Memories

Leonard

Leonard watched the woman run away, she glanced back, almost worriedly, but didn't stop.

Since when would I know her, she's too pretty and too nice...how do I know that...

Leonard rubbed his temples, he was starting to get a headache. Maybe he did know her, a rush of pain came with that thought. The pain only made him more sure that he knew her. It grew until he couldn't take it silently anymore and let out a scream, falling to his knees into unconsciousness.

A time later, when he wakes up...

The running of a fan was the first thing Snart heard when he awoke, then scraping. Opening his eyes, he saw a familiar man working with multiple liquids. He couldn't place where he'd seen him, but he knew he'd seen him.

The man glanced over, "Ah good, your awake, apparently my liquids weren't strong enough."

Leonard tried to lift his hands, but he was tied down to a table, his gun no where to be found.

"What are you talking about?" Leo looked around the old warehouse they were in.

"You know me, not too well, but you probably won't remember," the man said with a bored tone.

"Eric, right?" Snart's memory starting to come back.

"Ah! You do remember! Too bad it won't last long," he smiled deviously.

A loud bang rang out, causing Eric to quicken his pace, he grabbed a syringe filled with liquid and injected it into Leonard for the second time. Leo felt unconsciousness reaching for him, despite his effort to stay awake. He heard shouting and a familiar noise that for some reason gave him hope. A whooshing, as if someone was running extremely fast...

Time skip...

Snart felt heaviness in his head, like someone had pounded it with a hammer. But he opened his eyes to the blinding light above him.

"He's awake!" A female voice exclaimed.

"Get Gaige," a male one ordered.

Leonard was in a sitting position on some kind of bed, he tried to swing his legs over, but his strength had left him.

"Try not to get up, Mr. Snart," a different male said.

Leo started matching voices to faces, but those faces only seemed familiar, not recognizable.

"You probably won't be able to stand for awhile, we aren't sure what he gave to you," the old man told him.

Before Leonard could say anything two women ran into the room, one who was dressed formally and the other in a mechanic's jumpsuit with amethyst eyes. The lavender eyed girl ran over to him, worry spread across her face.

"Is he alright?" She looked up from him to the older man and the woman.

"Yes, we think so, we're not quite sure what Blackthorn gave him, but he seems to be okay," the woman assured.

Why does she care about me?

"Why haven't you said anything?" A younger man asked, the one who ordered before.

"I'm quite...disoriented, I'm trying to fit the pieces together, its not working by the way," Leonard's soft voice answered quietly pausing, "plus I don't have anything to say."

"What's the last thing you remember?" The pretty girl next to him asked.

"Before I answer yours, answer mine, who are you and what am I doing here?" Leonard adjusted slightly a little uncomfortable.