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It's about 3:00 am when Lisa Snart catches Hartley Rathaway attempting to sneak downstairs. Years of staying awake to avoid surprise when her drunken father would barge in has caused irregular sleeping patterns, and for the first time, she's not alone.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she whispers. Hartley jumps, causing her to giggle slightly.
"Memories," Hartley mutters, sitting near her. Lisa holds up her coffee mug in a silent toast. The sight of the beverage makes Hartley's eyes light up for a moment before they go back to normal.
"Want one?" she whispers, getting up and grabbing another mug. "C'mere, I'll show you how it works."
Once he sits back down, she stares him down. "Now, do you want to talk about it?"
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Leonard Snart wakes up at eight, comes down and sees Lisa and Hartley passed out on the table, six already finished coffees between them.
He grins, genuinely for once.
"You sure it was a good idea with the kid?" Mick asks, coming up behind him.
"Mick, when have I ever been wrong?" Leonard replies, not taking his eyes off the kid.
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Things go fantastically, until they don't.
Hartley's technology works, and the Rogues rob a jewellery shop for Lisa's birthday.
And then a swirling grey thing appears above S.T.A.R. labs.
Len whips his goggles off and stares up at it in alarm. All he can think about are Mick and Lisa. His stomach turns when a woman with blue eyes and dark hair screams at him to pleasehelpme and he can't even take a step towards her when, screaming, she's torn from her car and sucked into the sky.
Suddenly, lightning crackles the sky as Barry runs, attempting to stop it.
"Come on," Len whispers, feeling his breath catch.
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Lise, what's going on? Txt me back
RU Okay? You've stopped responding
Text me ASAP
What's going on???
Hartley throws his phone across the room in frustration. Lisa, Mick and Len won't respond. Nothing on the news comes up.
He picks up his thankfully uncracked phone and prepares to call Len again when the door bangs open.
"I remember you." Mark Mardon smirked, eyes glinting. "You're the kid from Ferris Air. Now you're Snart's pet?"
"Actually," Hartley began indignantly, drawing himself up to his admittedly unimpressive height, "I happen to be his tech."
Mardon chuckles sarcastically, "That's cute. Listen, is Snart in?"
"No," Hartley states.
"Then I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way," Mardon says ominously. Hartley has just enough time to register Shawna Baez appearing in front of him before all goes black.
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The cloud dies, and Len exhales in relief. He pulls out his phone.
Hartley's called. Multiple times.
He tries to call the kid back, but it doesn't go through. A sick feeling rises in his stomach, but he shakes it off.
"Hey, Lise. Can you call the kid?" Len asks, trying to make sure his voice stays cool.
"Weird, he didn't pick up." Lisa shrugs, clearly unbothered. Mick shrugs too.
When Len Snart was little, he always knew when something happened to Lisa. He got this...odd feeling. Like fear but also not. 9 times out of 10, when he got that feeling, something had happened.
"Let's go," he says.
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When they get back, all seems to be fine. Nothing out of place.
"Hart?" Lisa calls in a sing-song tone, clearly mocking Len's worries.
Nothing. Lisa and Len exchange a slight look.
The house is empty.
Lisa's heart begins to pound in worry.
"Lise," Len calls out with a slightly strangled tone. She sprints down, nearly tripping on the stairs.
On the table was Hartley's phone, shattered beyond use.
"Someone took him, didn't they?" Lisa whispers.
"Yeah," Len replies.
Both Snart's make eye contact with each other and the unspoken promise of bloodshed passes between them.