The weather seemed to reflect Ray's mood more and more. Bright sunbeams warmed his back through his tweed jacket. He was finally starting to feel like he was fitting in. Like he was making a difference in these kid's lives. He was still adjunct, but he was certain in a few more years he'd be moved up to a permanent faculty member in the physics department.

God knows they need it.

His chest still tugged when he thought of his time with the Legends. It was the best he had felt in years, he was doing what he originally set out to do. He was saving the world with good people by his side.

He was making a difference.

But these past two years had made it clear that they weren't coming back, and as he held the box in his hand, a slight wind in his hair, he knew his time beacon wouldn't work. Which was why he was gifting it to Kendra.

She supported him through everything, stuck by him and loved him when no one else would. His heart tightened as an image of Alex passed through his brain but he shook it away, plastering a smile on his face as he met Kendra's gaze.

"Happy second anniversary." His smile grew wider as he handed her the white and red dotted box.

"Happy anniversary." Kendra's gaze shifted downward as she accepted the present, "I thought we said no gifts."

Ray shrugged, excitement building in his stomach at the thought of her reaction, "I know. Just open it."

Kendra's eyes were coy, peeking through her dark lashes as she lifted the lid off the box, her expression dropping into an unreadable one, "Your time beacon?" Surprise was certainly present, but Ray couldn't put his finger on the rest of her wide array of emotions.

Still, he told himself it was a good thing, "I thought we could destroy it together." He explained, grabbing the hammer from his bag.

She shook her head, her hesitation reminding him of Alex's way back when, "You don't have to do that." She comforted, readying her argument to save it.

Ray knew she wouldn't be happy until he destroyed it. "I want to." He cut her off, readying the speech he had spent hours preparing in his head for this exact moment. The speech he wanted to give at Christmas before his conversation with Alex months before made him hesitate. "You know, I never thought that I could build a life with anybody but Anna," He began, still shuddering from his last conversation about the dead woman, "But, um, that's exactly what we've done, in the most unlikely time and place imaginable." Ray took another deep breath in, "And I know it may sound strange, but I'm glad that we were stranded here."

He noticed the same look of hesitation cross Kendra's face again.

"Me too." She finally responded.

The tension left Ray's shoulders and he knew this was the right decision. He reached into his bag, fingers tracing the outline of the ring he'd been hoarding for a year, "I have one more surprise for you."

Her tone was chastising, almost disappointed for breaking their anniversary rules, "Ray--"

Their conversation was cut off by a beeping.

Ray froze. He'd spent the past two years trying to create that sound. Trying to reach out to the vehicle that would answer back.

And now...it was here.

The Legends were here.

But somehow their interruption of his proposal wasn't the worst part. Ray scoffed inwardly, realizing his mistake.

The worst part was that Alex had been right. That they were always coming back for them.

And he had given up so easily.

The wind picked up and the hissing of the door was heard as a familiar figure in a trench coat sauntered down the ramp.

"Sorry, we're late."

Ray was still in shock as they walked back into the bridge of the Waverider, "Two years." He finally spoke, unable to face the fact that he had been so wrong about them, "You left us stranded in 1958." It was a way of shifting the blame, of making himself feel better. It was the only thing he could do.

Rip finally addressed them again, "That was never my intention." He excused, turning around to face them.

The past two years played on a loop in his head. There was so much they could've avoided. "Can't we rev the ship back up, go back to 1958, and pick that us up?" He tried to appeal to the captain, knowing it was a lost cause.

"You know very well that we can't--"

"--Travel back to events we participated in without time folding in on itself." Ray finished for Rip, guilt eating away at his chest. He couldn't go back and undo what had already happened, even with a time machine. He couldn't stop Sara from leaving. He couldn't stop Alex from leaving.

That hit harder than he anticipated.

Stein's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, "Raymond." He sais his name with a hint of pride, enveloping the inventor in a hug.

"Good to see you," Ray whispered, pulling out of the hug to move into the bridge, his thoughts wandering to the last time he was here. He was still friends with Sara, he was still close to...

He swallowed his thoughts of her, the wound somehow re-opening as his feet dragged against the metal floor. Her words rang in his head.

I never said I was.

He forced himself to think of something else, anything else. His apartment back Hub City, His job, his students. He was a teacher now.

"It's just I have 50 midterms to grade next week," He said to himself more than anyone else. They were only halfway through the semester. He was supposed to write recommendation letters for grad schools for her advisees, "by hand," He continued, "and I've just come to terms with living in the technological dark ages." He rambled, trying to find an excuse to go back. To head back to his simple life with Kendra, where he didn't have to face the truth. That he was useless otherwise. That he had no point on the team. Wasn't that why he had been left in the first place? "I have students who count on me. Kendra and I have friends and a life--"

Kendra was quick to cut him off, "Ray..."

He let out a sigh, trying to calm down his nerves. "Look, I'm sorry," Kendra turned toward the rest of the team, "This is all very intense. It's been two years for us. We thought you guys were dead."

The team seemed to thankfully understand this train of thought. Ray just wished he could agree with her. He wished that was the only thing that was bothering him. But he couldn't help but wonder. If he had listened to Alex all those months ago, would things be different? Would she be standing here with them instead of living across the country alone?

He was pulled out of his thoughts with a quick recap of the Team's exploits by Jax.

"Chronos attacked us." Jax moved to Kendra's side, "He sabotaged the ship and took Snart."

"We need to recover Ms.Lance and Ms. Prince as well. Where is Sara?" Rip asked, expectantly looking at the couple, as if waiting for an answer. Ray and Kendra looked down in shame.

"Uh, no idea." Ray shrugged, his chest constricting, that was something that could've been avoided too, "People go their separate ways, lose track of each other," was all the explanation he could give. He didn't know where she was. He didn't know when he had gotten so bad at keeping up with people.

Rip let out a sigh, turning toward the computer, "Gideon, search the timeline for any reference of a Sara Lance, or a blonde vigilante, circa 1960."

"Right away, Captain."

Ray felt like a failure. He couldn't even help the team find his friends. Not even a day back and he was already back to being useless.

Rip turned back to them, "What about Alexandra? Please tell me you know where she is at least,"

Ray could hear the chiding tone in his voice and he knew this was his chance to redeem himself. He knew exactly where she was. The location had never left his brain.

"Boston" he spoke up the same time Kendra said, "I don't know."

Rip nodded at Ray's suggestion and commanded Gideon to search for Alex in 1960s Boston. Kendra turned toward him, shock written across her face, arms crossed. "You knew where she was this entire time?"

Ray nodded, oblivious to the angry tone in her voice.

She scoffed, "And you didn't think to tell me?"

"You never really asked about her," Ray tried to explain, unsure why he even kept her location secret all these months.

"That doesn't mean I didn't care," Kendra burst, shaking her head, brow creasing, "You don't think I would want to know that my friend was safe?"

Ray shrugged, his nerves bundling themselves up in his throat, squirming under the harsh gaze of the woman before him, "I--I didn't think you two were that close."

Kendra dropped her arms, scoffing and shaking her head at Ray, disappointment written across her face.

"Gideon!" Rip's voice rang out of the bridge, "Set a course for Boston Massachusetts, 1960"

***

Boston, Massachusetts, 1960

She double-checked her watch, staring down the empty subway car. She stood up, anticipating the harsh stop, stepping out of the doors and practically running up the stairs and down the sidewalk, ignoring the stabbing pain of her stilettoes every time her feet hit the ground.

Oh, he was going to kill her for being late to this meeting.

She ran toward the elevator, "Hold the door!" she called, hoping one of the other personal assistants was there.

But her luck ran out, of course, it did. That dick Frank let it close on her. So now she had to wait.

God, she hated working here sometimes.

The thirty seconds that passed felt like thirty minutes before she was able to squeeze into the next elevator cycle.

Her foot tapped involuntarily, hoping she still had her job at the end of this.

"There you are!" A husky voice called to her from behind his desk, "Where have you been?"

Alex always had to remind herself that it wasn't him. That even though they shared the same face and the same history, the man before her was not her father.

"Sorry Mr. Trevor," She apologized, reaching into her bag and pulling out the minutes from last week's meeting so he could look them over.

Steve Trevor of Earth-1 leaned back against his chair, a cigar in hand as he flipped through the folder. "These are irrelevant now," He dismissed, "They canceled on us."

"Again?" Alex asked, disbelief clouding her face, "That's the second time this month."
Mr. Trevor nodded, "I know, something's fishy."

Silence stood between the two of them, Alex praying to be dismissed so she could go back to wasting time behind her desk, but before anyone could say anything, the glass door opened.

"Excuse me," a familiar shaky voice called from the entryway, "I'm afraid Miss Prince is needed downstairs urgently."

Alex could've cried of relief when she saw Martin. Steve dismissed her and she sent him a small thank you as she left with the Professor.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," She smiled as she pulled the old man in for a hug, "Is everyone else here?"

Martin nodded, "Everyone except Mr. Snart and Miss Lance,"

"What happened to them?"

"Mr. Snart was apprehended by Chronos during our trip through the timestream." Martin explained, pressing the elevator door button, "And we were hoping you knew where Miss Lance was."

Alex shifted her gaze to the floor, the ding of the elevator interrupting her response, walking outside to catch sight of the giant ship.

Her smile widened, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. She'd never thought she'd be so happy to see the ugly orange color of the timesphere ever again.

The hallways were exactly as she remembered. "Nice to have you back Miss Prince," Gideon's electronic voice rang over her.

"Nice to see you too Gideon," She responded back. Martin led her back to the bridge, the pathways not any less confusing.

He was right. Everyone was there. Rip, Jax, and...

She froze in her tracks. Ray and Kendra were there.

She hadn't seen them in a year. And well...

Alex swallowed her nerves and moved forward, focusing on Rip and Jax, embracing both of them before dealing with the problem at hand.

"I know where Sara is," She confessed, shock falling across the room, "There's only one place in the world she would go during this time period."

Ray and Kendra's stare was burning into her back and she forced herself to ignore them. Rip was clearly waiting for an answer.

"She's with the League of Assassins."

Rip nodded as if considering her suggestion, "Gideon, pull up the shadow record," He commanded, scrolling through the pieces of papyrus.

"Shadow Record?" Jax asked, confused by the whole ordeal. Alex moved in to explain.

"It's a list," She began, "A compendium of every League member since writing was invented," She leaned over the table, looking for Sara's name, ignorant to the surprised looks of her teammates.

Stein thankfully broke the silence, "Sara said that Ra's al Ghul had lived nearly a century before she met him."

"Thanks to the Lazarus Pit."

Alex tensed at the sound of Ray's voice, her pulse racing at his words, nails digging into her palms in order to keep her cool.

"It's basically a life-extending Jacuzzi," Ray continued, oblivious to the uncomfortable position of the woman next to him, "located in a place that's the opposite of life-extending."

"You should count yourself lucky, Dr.Palmer," Rip congratulated the inventor, causing Alex to scoff under her breath, "Only a handful of outsiders have been inside the League's fortress and lived to tell the tale."

Anger bubbled in her stomach. One year. One whole year and he wasn't even trying to repair the damage that had been done.

She shook her head, trying to focus on the mission. That was all she could do.

Find Sara, deal with Chronos, and then figure out her social life later.

"You are correct, Captain." Gideon interrupted her thoughts, "There is a mention of a Ta-er al-Sahfer"

Alex leaned closer when the title was uttered, "That's Sara's League of Assassins name." She spoke with contained excitement. They were much closer to finding her. They would be reunited again soon.

Rip took a closer look, "According to the Shadow Record, she joined the League in 1958."

"Incredible" Stein exclaimed, awe etched onto his face, "Sara became a member of the secret organization that trained her to be an assassin 50 years prior to when she initially joined."

Alex chuckled inwardly. Stein could always see the bright side of things, she needed that more than ever.

Rip's tone turned serious, "Gideon, chart a course for Nanda Parbat."

Alex turned on her heel, moving straight past Ray and Kendra, only to be stopped halfway by Jax.

"Hey!" The younger kid called, stopping Alex in the hallway, "Is everything okay?"

Alex nodded, ignoring the constriction in her chest at her words. Of course, everything was not okay. Her best friends were kidnapped or had left her because she wasn't good enough.

But they had enough on their plate. Jax didn't need to carry her emotional weight.

"You know you can talk to me right?" Jax told her, "The professor and I, we share a psychic bond, but I don't need one to know that you ain't doing so hot."

Alex chuckled, her voice thick from unshed emotion, "Thanks Jax, I appreciate it."

The younger man nodded, tapping her shoulder before disappearing back onto the bridge, leaving her alone.

But not for long apparently.

"Alex!" Kendra called, stopping the Amazon in her tracks, embracing her in a hug, "I'm so happy you're okay,"

The other woman froze, Kendra pulling away before she could return the hug. Alex nodded, swallowing her pride, stomach growling as she prepared her next words.

"I suppose congratulations are in order," She spoke through gritted teeth. Kendra's brow creased, as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

"For you...and Ray," Alex clarified, and realization struck Kendra.

"Oh, right, thank you."

Silence hung over the both of them, the two women bouncing on the edge of their feet, unsure of what else to say.

"I should--"

"Yeah," Kendra replied, heading back toward the bridge. Alex nodded, her fingernails digging into her palms again as she moved toward her room.

***

They crept through the halls of Nanda Parbat, the hairs on Alex's neck standing up. Something wasn't right here. She drew her cloak over her lasso, keeping it hidden from any enemy eyes that may be watching. Even if she could fight her way out, she was only one woman

"Something's wrong." Stein echoed her concerns, Jax and him flanking her sides, "They should have been back by now."

"Rip will get through to her," Alex spoke up, trying to keep the team level headed, "He has to."

"Well, I think this counts as absolutely necessary," Ray spoke up from behind her, closing her eyes in irritation at the sound of his voice, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Jax. "I've got my exo-suit shrunk down, and I can miniaturize and do some tiny sneaking." He tried to offer. Alex knew he was trying to be helpful, but she also knew that he hadn't used it in years.

"No offense Ray," She began, "But you're a bit out of practice, and I don't think miniature sneaking is our best course of action right now."

He scoffed, "Oh what, and sneaking around a dangerous fortress is?"

Alex halted her steps, turning around to face him for the first time in a year, "Rip told us to wait, provide cover, that's what we're doing." She explained, "We don't need to draw unwanted attention to ourselves."

"That's why I'd use the suit!" Ray continued, his voice rising, "No one will ever know I'm here."

Alex shook her head, "Except you haven't used it in two years and could end up accidentally revealing dwarf star energy forty years early."

Kendra moved beside her, "Alex is right,"

The Amazon turned toward the woman in surprise.

"Besides, we don't even know if the suit works," Kendra continued.

Jax sighed, "Is really now the time to be dealing with this?" He gestured to the three of them and they all turned simultaneously.

"Shut up" They all replied at the same time.

"Can we just keep it down, please?" Stein cut the trio off, clearly exasperated with the group. Not long after he said that, the hairs on her neck prickled back up again, and Alex drew her sword, league members surrounding them on all sides, bows aimed at the five of them.

She was ready to fight her way out when a familiar figure appeared from the shadows.

"Sara?" Alex whispered, disbelief written across her face. There was nothing warm about her friend, her bright blue eyes a shocking grey in the current lighting.

"Found her." Rip spoke in a defeated tone, shackles clanging together.

With a sigh, Alex lifted her arms up in surrender, two league members taking her sword and shield from her, Sara instructing the rest of them to keep Firestorm separated and stealing Ray's suit.

Handcuffs found themselves around her wrists, and she swallowed her nerves. This wasn't good. None of this was.

They were escorted into a semi-circular room with dim lighting, quickly chained to the wall in succession. She stood between Jax and Ray, trying to keep her focus on the woman before her.

"You shouldn't have come here." Sara directed the comment at her, and Alex swore she saw a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that," Ray responded, and Alex rolled her eyes. She was starting to get tired of hearing him talk.

"I came here to find you," Alex confessed, and Sara's movement stalled for a moment.

"No need," The blonde turned her back on Alex, "I've found peace here."

Alex scoffed, trying not to let the tugging at her chest distract her from the mission at hand. Personal feelings be damned, the team needed Sara.

Her rebuff hurt, but Alex knew these people. If she showed even the slightest hint of emotion, nothing she said would be taken seriously. And she needed to be taken seriously.

"Peace with the League of Assassins?" Rip scoffed, thinking the same thing Alex was, "That must be the first time that sentence has ever been uttered." She could tell Sara's betrayal was hurting him too.

The assassin didn't turn around at their words, instead walking up the stairs, getting ready to leave them all behind. The way she was left behind.

"If this is retribution of some kind for stranding you in 1958--" Stein was cut off by Sara's harsh words. Clearly that still stung.

"It is the will of Ra's al Ghul." She snapped, jaw clenching, "Trespassers are to be executed."

The door closed behind her, two guards left in charge of it, her words hanging in the air. Alex let out a defeated sigh.

She had come all this way...and her friend wasn't her friend anymore.

"We just need a little more time to get through to her." Rip was convinced, and Alex scoffed. The eternal optimism was really starting to bug her now.

Thankfully Stein seemed to feel the same way, "Do Time Masters have a different understanding of the word 'executed'?"

Rip shook his head, preparing to launch into another one of his speeches about time travel, "It's called 'time drift" He began, "When one spends too long in an alien timeline, one loses ties with one's former self, former identity."

Alex nodded, trying to understand what he was talking about. That hadn't happened to her. All her memories were intact, she felt no loyalty to the Steve Trevor of this Earth. She felt no loyalty to anyone but the people she was chained up here with.

If time drift was a real thing, then why hadn't she been exposed to it?

"Oh, my God." Kendra thought aloud, as if struck by a sudden realization. "I didn't understand it before," She continued, her brow creasing, "but my powers, they went dormant."

Alex still didn't understand why it wasn't affecting her. Her powers were still intact, she was still able to use the lasso. She was still able to wield the Godkiller.

"What are you talking about?" Ray was next to ask, looking as confused as Alex felt.

"My wings," Kendra explained, "You must have noticed that I haven't been able to "hawk out" in almost two years."

Ray seemed to ponder this information, almost like he hadn't thought of it before.

"I just thought that you didn't want to." He finally responded, and Alex rolled her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was so hard for you to give up hope that the team would return." Kendra confessed, regret flashing over her face, "When you finally did, you started to be happy again, and I couldn't bear telling you that I wasn't."

"So why didn't I suffer from it?" Alex asked aloud, hoping to avoid another marital spat from the couple chained beside her. Rip was more than happy to answer that for her.

"Because of your lasso," He announced, trying to gesture to the weapon, "Your divine artifact makes it impossible to lie, therefore making it impossible for you to be someone you're not."

Realization suddenly fogged her brain, regret panging against her chest. "So if I had..."

"Don't" Ray's voice caught her by surprise, "You had every right to leave, don't blame yourself for what happened to me and Kendra,"

"I wasn't talking about you and Kendra," She snapped, unable to stop the malice coating her words, instead she turned to face Rip, "Call for a trial," She urged.

"I'm sorry what?" The man asked incredulously.

"You know these people, their traditions, " She explained, "Call for a trial."

She saw the realization enter his eyes and he called to the guard, demanding to speak to Ra's. Alex's lips twisted upward into a knowing smirk. They were going to make it out of here alive, and they were going to make it out of here with Sara by their side.

The guard led them back to the main room, the circular fighting area lit up with torches, Sara standing by Ra's side.

"Mr. Hunter." The League leader commanded all the attention in the room, clearly intimidating to everyone. But Alex knew people like him. His power was always on the edge of being taken.

She drew her attention to the two figures behind him, a tall girl dressed in fur robes, her braids accentuating how young she looked. The boy beside her was much younger, probably still in single digits, his cropped black hair reminiscent of the man standing before them.

Alex wasn't surprised to see that Ra's had brought his own children with him. Diana had done the same with her.

"Captain, as a point of fact." Rip corrected Ra's, trying not to seem intimidated by him.

Ra's chuckled at the Captain's attempt, "Right. Well, I do hope your request for an audience is not an attempt to justify your trespass here."

Alex watched the interaction with interest, both men trying to get the upper hand, two important women by their sides. This had been her idea, if it failed...

"Most certainly not." Rip iterated, facing the blonde woman by Ra's side, "But it would be remiss of me if I didn't use this opportunity to reiterate that Sara is very important to me," He then faced Alex, who was also staring at her friend, "to all of us."

"And as she is to me." Alex bristled at Ra's words. "And as you can all see, she has chosen to remain here."

Because she doesn't know any better. Alex wanted to say.

Because she thinks she has no other choice.

Rip swallowed, clearly not happy with the circumstances, "Yes, well, if that is her wish, we will indeed honor it."

Alex knew this was all for show. The trial by combat would save them. She was sure of it.

Ra's nodded, grateful for his surrender, "Well, thank you. But your deaths will make that concession irrelevant."

Alex tensed at the mention of her possible death. Even if she could fight her way out, the rest of them couldn't.

Rip leaned forward, a knowing look shared with Alex, "Well, according to my understanding of League Law, the whole death thing can be avoided," Ra's straightened up, his brow raising at his statement, "should we prevail at trial."

Alex smirked by Rip's side, knowing that if Rip demanded it, Ra's could not refuse.

"I demand a trial by combat."

Ra's smirk dropped at the sound of Rip's demand, pressing forward, "And how is a man such as you so well-versed in our traditions?"

Alex stared at the man, refusing to look at Sara, knowing if she did, all of this could fall apart. She would get too emotional, too focused on their previous encounter.

"Do we have an accord?" Rip said instead of answering his question.

Silence stood between the two men, tension waiting to be cut.

Ra's nodded, gesturing toward Sara, "May victory be yours."

This wasn't part of the plan. Rip was supposed to be fighting Ra's. Alex swallowed her nerves, she knew what she had to do.

Rip was just as confused, "I was under the impression that I would be fighting you."

"Then it would seem your understanding of our laws requires some refinement." Ra's chuckled, his smirk returning, "You see, I may choose any champion I wish, as may you."

"I volunteer," Alex stepped forward, staring at the blonde woman before her. They had a connection. Sara had to remember that at least.

"What?" She bristled at Ray's protest, "No, Alex are you insane--"

"Do we have an agreement?" Alex cut him off, eyes never leaving Ra's own.

Ra's nodded and turned to Rip, silently asking if he agreed. Rip nodded, "Miss Prince is the best of us, I would be a fool to choose anyone else."

Alex turned to her Captain, sending him a nod of thanks as she grasped the sword offered to her, lasso hanging by her side.

She circled the woman, twirling her sword to loosen her wrist, her grip never wavering. "I know you remember me," She bragged, "The woman you left."

Sara didn't say anything, but she drew her sword, both waiting for the bell to signify the start of the fight.

Alex widened her stance, prepping for battle, "You don't wanna kill me."

The gong sounded and Sara attacked. Alex maneuvered to the side, dodging the blow and bringing her sword up to meet hers in a symphony of metal. She broke through the woman's defenses, landing a forward kick in her gut, sending the assassin reeling.

"You are not a killer Sara Lance," Alex reminded her, hoping that this fight was working.

"You have no idea who I am," Sara screamed and attacked again, her sword swinging down in an arc, Alex blocking and parrying the blow, ducking out of the way to sweep her leg underneath Sara, trying to catch the woman off guard.

Sara jumped, narrowly avoiding the kick, the hilt of her sword colliding with Alex's face. She reeled from the blow before jumping forward, her sword angled at the assassin. The blonde rolled out of the way, growling as she moved to stand up again.

Alex smirked. She was making Sara angry.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of surprise in Ra's face. Clearly no one had ever done this well against her.

Alex moved to the left and then to the right, bringing her sword up in defense before ducking and sweeping her leg again, this time sending the assassin to the ground. Sara groaned and Alex stood victorious.

"Go ahead," Sara moaned, "Kill me."

She tossed her sword aside, disgusted with the entire idea of the league. "No, I'm not killing you." She confessed, "You are better than this, you are a warrior, the white canary." She paused one last time, "You are a legend."

Alex stepped aside, moving back toward her team, and she felt the wind whistle behind her, turning around, her cuffs absorbed the energy of the sword, blocking it once, twice, three times. Left with no other choice, her hands went for her lasso, flipping upward, over the horizontal blow. Her momentum propelled her over the assassin, heads barely touching as she flicked her arm out, the golden braid looping around Sara. Alex's boots slid against the dirt, regaining her footing as she tightened her grip on the rope, the glow of the instrument lighting up the room, finally forcing Sara to face the truth of who she is.

"Come on," Alex muttered under her breath, out of tricks if this didn't work. A second passed, feeling like a lifetime. She pumped as much mental energy into the rope as possible, hoping her emotional tether to the woman was enough to pull her out of this illusion.

Sara struggled against the burning lasso, falling to her knees as her scream rang through the room, shaking the foundation of Nanda Parbat.

And then it stopped.

The assassin opened her eyes, grey confusion replaced with a bright blue, a wide gaze meeting Alex's.

The other woman let out a sigh of relief. Before anyone could say anything else, the door flew off its hinges, a hulking armored figure shooting his way through the entire army Ra's had cultivated.

Sara turned to Ra's, Alex freeing her from the confines of the rope, "Free them." She spoke in Arabic, "It is the only way"

Ra's stayed silent, gesturing for his own personal guard to attack Chronos.

"You can't face him," Rip urged, "you can't defeat him!"

Ra's continued to ignore the man's pleas, watching his own men fall as Chronos tossed them aside like ragdolls.

Alex took the next step, switching to Arabic to ensure the leader knew how urgent this matter was. "You want the League to survive?" Ra's looked interested at her words, "Release us, we are the only ones who can defeat him."

Sara was the next one to face Chronos, but she was still tired from the previous fight. She managed to get a few hits on his armor, but when she was suddenly pushed aside, Ra's finally understood how serious the threat was.

"You brought him here." The man stated, breaking the chains of her friends, "It's only right you kill him."

The guard closest to Ra's handed Alex's weapons back to her, and she chuckled with relief at the feeling of her sword back in her hand. She readied her shield and pressed forward, dodging the blaster fire before landing a kick square in the chest, sending the bounty hunter reeling. Sara slid beside her, moving behind Chronos, her sword slicing behind his kneecap, Kendra flying onto his shoulders, performing a maneuver that sent Chronos flying.

The bounty hunter stood, trying to dodge the fireballs Jax and Stein were throwing at him. Ray appeared beside Alex's shoulder, distracting Chronos before enlarging.

Sara launched a kick at the hunter's back and Alex blocked another blast with her cuffs, swiping her foot underneath Chronos, giving Ray the opening he needed to blast the bounty hunter onto the floor, The rest of the legends gathering around him.

"You son of a bitch." Jax snarled, preparing a fireball before a familiar voice cut them off.

"Don't do it!" Leonard called from the door, sounding desperate as he clutched his arm, "Don't kill him."

Alex stared at her friend, wondering what the hell had changed to make him so adverse to killing the man who had been hunting them since day one.

"Sorry, don't kill Chronos?!" Rip asked incredulously, his gun still pointed at the floored bounty hunter.

The desperation never left Snart's face, "He's not Chronos," He explained, gesturing to Alex, "Show them."

Alex nodded, ripping the helmet off of the unconscious figure. The man stirring as the Legends stared at him, trying to process his identity.

The hunter drew himself up to his knees, a smirk written across his face.

It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible.

Leonard had taken care of him. They weren't supposed to see him again.

Alex wasn't supposed to face her mistakes again.

Because if it was possible, that means that she had been wrong about Mick Rory since the beginning.

"My God."

Rip's words said exactly what she was thinking.

Rory chuckled, a twisted smirk on his face, "There is no god,"

All the anger Alex had been feeling for the past two years finally culminated in one final punch, sending Rory collapsing to the floor unconscious.

***

The bridge was empty save for the constant presence of Gideon. The metal stairs dug into her legs. She was so tired. All she wanted was one moment of peace, one moment where she didn't have to worry about tip-toeing around Ray and Kendra. One moment where she didn't have to worry about Sara's mental state. She was so tired of giving and giving.

A glimpse of movement passed by the corner of her eye, a head of blonde hair sitting next to her.

"I never thanked you," Sara began.

Alex shook her head, "You don't have to, you would've done the same." Her voice was flat, no emotion behind her words. Her shoulders slumped, blinking slowly.

"I'm sorry for leaving," Sara tackled next, "It was stupid of me, and I was acting out, and I should've-- I should've stayed."

Alex refused to say anything. She was so tired of everything. Of holding grudges that should have died a long time ago. She was so tired of being angry. Instead, she reached over, grasping Sara's hand in her own, letting her know that she was forgiven.