After the whole fiasco with Rip, Alex was eager to be out of the Waverider and in the field. The clothes Gideon had fabricated for her weren't the most comfortable or practical, but they made her fit in and she supposed that was all that mattered.

"Looks like they're checking credentials," Sara whispered in her ear, just enough for Leonard and Mick to hear as well.

Leonard turned to face the two women, ignoring the apprehensive looks they both wore. "Relax ladies, I got this."

The lift was so subtle, Alex wasn't sure she would've noticed it under any other circumstance. All it took was one bump into a terrorist and boom, they had access.

Well, up until Leonard tried to claim he was Arab on his mom's side.

Alex rolled her eyes before pushing forward, ready to take over when Stein approached.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he began his performance. Alex smirked and latched onto his arm, twirling her hair back and forth as she twisted her face into an innocent smirk, scanning the guard up and down.

Stein rolled with the act, pressing forward, "Do you know who we are? My associates and I are the operational arm of Scimitar."

At the sound of the name, the bodyguard's eyes widened.

"The Lombardo Square bombing, 1963. Murder of Henri Tyran, Canada, 1970. Konig Airport Massacre, 1971." Stein began to list before gesturing toward Alex, "And my wife here planned at least half of those and operates an entirely separate branch, Bottom line? You don't want to doubt us."

Alex continued her smirk and punctured his last remark with a high pitched laugh, cementing the guard's fear of them in one fell swoop before he let them pass.

"You're a special kind of crazy," Mick whispered to the two of them, "I like it."

"Nice one Girl Scout," Leonard whispered in her ear, "Didn't know you had it in you."

She smiled back, "There's a lot of things you don't know about me Leonard," She quipped, following Stein further into the warehouse, the wind blowing through the slits in her dress, covered up by the bright fur coat that Gideon had insisted was popular in 1975. The lasso was stowed safely by her side and all she wanted to do was beat these terrorist's asses.

Carter's voice rang through the comm unit, "Any sign of Savage,"

"He's not here boss," Mick's voice answered. Alex swore she could almost see Rip's disappointment.

Just as they were ready to leave, a series of footsteps brought their attention back to the stage. She had to resist the surprise on her face as she stared up at the man who was supposedly the most horrific villain history had ever seen.

Vandal Savage was...short. Well, shorter than she thought he'd be.

And he was not well-groomed at all. In fact, she was pretty sure his hair was greasy in this lighting.

He began to explain the warhead they had discovered he was selling and Alex stood on high alert, watching for any sign of impending danger.

"What's happening?" Sara asked, her eyes joining Alex's in darting around the area. The Amazon moved her hand to her lasso, ready to fight her way out of here.

"Nobody else is bidding," Leonard stated.

Alex turned to him, "Thanks Captain Obvious," She muttered back sarcastically.

"I prefer Captain Cold," Leonard quipped back, making her roll her eyes.

"Well, Well, Well," A familiar voice pulled her back to the front, a man in a white suit standing before them, "We seem to have a new player, but you seem a bit academic, who are you?"
Alex stepped forward, laying on a thick accent and pushing through the burning pain of the rope to keep their cover.

"My husband is part of the biggest terrorist organization in the country, and I do not think he appreciates my birthday gift being kept from us." She smirked, trying to sound intimidating.

The man in the white suit looked her up and down, a smile on his face, "Well, your...husband has excellent taste I must say," He reached down to kiss the back of her hand, "But yet I've never heard of you or your organization, how is that?"

Rory pulled up beside her, "Back off."

The man's eyes widened before releasing her hand, the rest of the conversation delving into chaos until Savage moved back onto the stage.

"New Offer!" He announced, "A twenty-five percent discount on whoever can bring me the heads of those men."

His finger landed right at their group and Alex moved her hand back to the lasso, quickly pulling it out to defend herself.

"Great," she muttered, "I was looking for an excuse to change out of this outfit."

She threw the fluffy coat on the ground behind her, stepping out of the heels that had been annoying her feet since she put them on.

The lasso launched forward, wrapping itself around the feet of the soldier in front of her, throwing him to the ground before launching a kick into the stomach of another.

The sound of metal clanking rose up from her cuffs, using most of them to dodge the bullets the terrorists were throwing at them. Her lasso moved back and forth, weaving its way through the crowd by body-slamming them into walls or bringing them close enough for her land several punches and kicks, putting them out of commission.

The familiar sound of Ray's suit powering up drew her attention behind her, sending a swift kick in a circle around her, the men collapsing to the ground as she ducked out of the way of another man, elbowing him in the stomach before slamming her fist into his nose, sending him flying. Her warrior sense perked up as she turned her attention to Ray, who was currently fighting off more men than he knew what to do with.

She tossed her lasso forward, the edge of the burning weapon wrapping itself around the wrists of the man targeting Ray. She pulled, bringing him forward before landing a kick square in the chest.

"Thanks" Ray muttered. Alex nodded before gesturing behind him.

"Look out!"

She ducked out of the way of a bullet headed her way before sliding forward, grasping a lone steel pipe to use as a weapon, seeing as she had been forced to leave her sword and shield on the ship. She swept the pipe underneath the man, his back crashing against the cement floor before she plunged the pipe into his chest, a guttural scream leaving his lips.

"Uh guys, we got a nuclear bomb here!" Sara called, drawing Alex and Ray's attention to the stage.

"I got it," Ray called before shrinking down and trying to dismantle it from the inside.

Alex shared a look with Sara when he remerged and the bomb was still functional. "Let me take it, I can fly it out of here."

"No" Sara urged, getting back on the comms, "Professor, Jax we need you here now!"

Alex turned back to throw another punch in the face of a terrorist before tossing her lasso forward again, calling to Sara as she pulled the target forward, the blonde landing a solid kick to the terrorist's face.

"Nice," Alex complimented before rolling her lasso up again, "Now let's get out of here."

"Agreed."

When they got back to the Waverider, they could already tell that Rip was getting ready to scold them for screwing up and giving away the element of surprise.

"We don't need the element of surprise!" Carter argued, "We know he's in Norway lets go--"

"Unfortunately, we have bigger problems than Savage," Rip warned ominously, his stare lingering on Ray's super suit, "While you were busy saving Norway from nuclear annihilation, Savage sent one of his cronies back to the arms site. Guess what he found?"

Alex shot a nervous look at Ray, realizing why Rip seemed so stern with him.

"Whoops," The man said, his puppy dog smile stretching across his face, oblivious to the tension that settled over the group.

"I am unversed in American colloquialisms," Gideon's voice echoed through the bridge, "Is whoops slang for Oh?"

"Yes!" Rip announced to the rest of the team, "Dr. Palmer seems to have thrown a spanner into the timeline and now--"

The Time Master hit another button his remote, pulling up a video of a city in ruins, flames encompassing every window. "This is Central City in 2016, or at least it was. I don't know what the Neo-fascists who are running it are calling it these days." Rip bemoaned, "Fortunately, what Gideon is showing us is just a forecast of a possible future. Time is like cement, it takes time to set and harden."

"So what?" Alex piped up, "You're saying that because someone knocked a piece of Ray's suit into the 1970s, the rest of them don't have a future to go back too?"

"Them?" Sara asked, creasing her brows.

Alex shrugged, "Different universe remember?"

"Yes, precisely!" Rip confirmed, gesticulating with his finger, "Unless we do something to change it, this future will become immutable."

She shifted on her feet, sharing an apprehensive look with Ray before looking around at the rest of the team.

"Exactly how much time do we have?" Ray asked, leaning forward.

Rip placed his hands on his hips, "Until Savage's men reverse-engineer your tech."

Alex's heart began to pound against her chest, ignoring the conversation taking place between Stein and Ray regarding compounds and particles. All she needed to know was that they could track the suit.

Thankfully, Leonard and Sara looked just as out of the loop as she did.

Carter and Kendra walked in with a different air about them, almost as if they had discovered another piece of the puzzle.

"In Central City, we learned objects associated with the night of our deaths could kill Savage," Kendra began to explain, handing over a small clip of newspaper to Rip.

Carter crossed his arms, ready to explain further, "According to Aldus' notes, this dagger needs to be wielded in conjunction with the incantation."

"What's the incantation say?" Stein asked eagerly, his eyes bugging out behind his glasses.

Kendra shot a nervous look Carter's way, fidgeting with her fingertips, "I don't know, I can't read it."

"It's okay," Carter's hand found itself on Kendra's back, stroking up and down to soothe her, "I'll help you remember."

"Now as for the dagger—" Rip began.

Alex crossed her arms, "You need someone to steal it," She shot a look at Snart, whose face broke out into a smirk.

"Okay fine I'll do it!" Leonard piped up, grasping the newspaper from Rip's hand, "Article says it was purchased by some Russian douchebag named Sasha Mahnovski"

He walked toward the hallway, ready to head out and steal something, his itch needing to be scratched. He pointed toward Alex as he passed by, "You're coming with me Girl Scout, I could use some extra muscle."

Alex rolled her eyes and gathered her lasso in her hands, following him out.

"I'm coming with you," Ray announced, grabbing his jacket and causing the trio to freeze in their tracks as Snart faced the dark-haired man.

"I already got a partner"

"Who I trust even less than you"

The two men looked ready to square off with each other and she knew she had to intervene.

Alex stepped up, facing Leonard before whipping her head around to lock eyes with Ray, "The man has three PhDs and is technically a genius," She pointed out seeing the guilty look on his face, "He may be able to help."

Leonard stayed silent as he and Mick began to walk toward the jumpsuit. Alex's brown eyes met Ray's grateful ones and she nodded, a silent conversation spoken between the two as they headed toward the jumpship, ready to start their mission.

"This is gonna be fun," Ray spoke to her as she strapped in next to him. Alex searched his face for any sign of sarcasm or joking tone that she had missed.

She found none.

"We're breaking into a Russian's house to steal a dagger that is supposed to be the only weapon that can kill an immortal demigod," Alex finally said all of that aloud, chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all, "I suppose we deserve a little fun."

The two exchanged smiles before settling into their seats, a warmth growing inside her chest.

She crouched next to the rest of the men, searching for any sign of extra security at the house. Leonard and Mick exchanged battle plans, unable to find anything except armed guards and motion detectors.

"There are three openings we could go through," Alex offered, "The back is out of the question, because--"

"It's the most obvious," Leonard finished for her, "We could use the window but--"

"Motion sensors would catch us at first glance," Alex explained, huffing in disappointment.

Leonard's lips curled into a smirk, "Front door it is. We just need to figure out how--"

"What are you doing?" Mick called to Ray, who was now walking out of their cover and possibly exposing them.

"I recognize the security system!" Ray exclaimed excitedly, "My parents had the same one, I'll have the security code and access cracked before you could say breaking and entering."

Alex reached out to stop him, only freezing when their cover was in danger of being blown. She watched as Ray pried open the box, pressing a few buttons before turning around with a wide smile on his face. Mick and Leonard weren't far behind.

It was a dummy box, just like Alex suspected. She sighed and grasped her sword, moving forward to take out the armed guards that had shown up at an unnaturally fast speed.

All it took were two blows to the head and they were home free.

Alex patted Ray's shoulder reassuringly before following Snart and Rory into the mansion, a sympathetic smile plastered on her face.

The foyer was filled to the brim with treasures, most of which stood on tables in the middle of the carpet, encased in glass boxes.

One, in particular, caught her eye.

"That's the Helm of Ares," She whispered reverently, bringing her hand against the glass casing, examining the only remaining remnant of her great uncle. Of the evil who had stolen her father from her. Of the evil her mother had brought down.

"What does it do?" Ray asked, his curiosity piqued.

She continued to stare in awe, "It grants the wearer untold strength and power. Some say it can grant control of the skies, but that's a myth." She spoke rapidly, "Everyone knows Zeus is the only one who can grant that power."

A sinking feeling fell in her stomach and flashes of bright blue waters and rolling green hills filled her mind. Themyscira would always be home.

A part of her would always miss it.

She fingered the disk in her jacket pocket. She could just go home right now.

She could be back in a moment, no one would know.

And if she didn't matter to the timeline, then it wouldn't be noticed right? She wouldn't be missed.

"Found it!" Ray's cheerful voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she joined the rest of the group in gathering around the weapon that would accomplish their mission, "Is there a trick to opening the case?"

His question was met with the sound of shattering glass and flashing lights.

"I think that's it," Alex pointed out, a soft chuckle passing her lips. Ray shrugged.

Mick turned to walk away from the rest of the group, "You guys grab the goodies, I'll find the safe."

Suddenly Alex understood why Snart was so eager to take this mission. More money for him. A great score.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ray asked incredulously, grasping Snart by the shoulder, "This is what we came here for."

"No it's what you came here for," Leonard responded callously, shrugging Ray's hand off of him, "Take your hand off of me."

Ray refused, "I won't let you jeopardize another mission," He spoke with uncharacteristic determination.

Leonard pressed forward, leaving little space between the two men, "This is my mission."

"Hey!" Alex called, stepping between the two opposing forces, "We're here to accomplish the same goal. Steal the dagger, if Snart wants to grab a couple of souvenirs then that's on him."

"The lady's right," Snart responded cooly, "and I'm done asking politely."

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Snart's fist collided with Ray's jaw, sending the other man reeling.

"Hey!" Alex called, her tone disapproving.

Ray whirled around, eyes blazing, "Oh and I'm gonna listen to someone who's spent half his life in prison?"

This time Leonard was on the receiving end of the punch, Ray's unknown strength sending Snart collapsing into one of the displays, Ares' Helm clanging against the floor as sirens filled the room, a bright red light flashing back and forth as silver bars slammed down around them, caging the three of them together.

"Great," Alex shot at the two men, "God, can you guys check your ego's for one goddamn minute?"

"He started it!" Ray protested.

"I don't care who started it!" Alex shouted back, her impatience flaring. Unfortunately, she did not take after her mother in that aspect, "Find us a way out of here."

Snart sent her an unusual look before calling for his partner. "Mick!"
"What the hell happened?" The other convict called, walking back into the foyer.

Leonard shot a dirty look at Ray, "It was this idiot's fault,"

"Your partner's fault" Ray shot back indignantly.

Alex let out an exasperated sigh, "It doesn't matter whose fault it is" She chimed in, turning toward Rory, "Just fix it."

Snart turned back to Mick, uttering orders to his partner to follow before leaning down and cracking open a panel in one of the podiums. It revealed a mess of wires and panels that was definitely too sophisticated for her to understand.

"How did you learn to do that?" Ray asked, almost speaking Alex's exact thoughts.

Leonard didn't take his eyes off the wiring as he delicately moved his fingers through the tangled mess, "When I was a kid my dad would bring me on jobs" He explained, "I had little hands, could get into places adults couldn't, do what he needed me to do, like rewiring a security system."

Ray's infectious smile returned, "You know, in another life, you could've been an electrical engineer."

Alex couldn't hold back her snort. The image of Leonard in a suit, testing new ways to experiment with electricity was enough to keep her laughing for years.

"Dodged a bullet then, even the Girl Scout thinks so." Leonard spoke aloud, "You think I wanna be like you?"

"Eh, Tech Billionaire, three PhDs, eager attitude?" Alex butt in, a smile creeping on her face, "Sounds like an improvement."

Ray shot a grateful look her way, his wide smile returning to his face.

Leonard rolled his eyes, "You spend all your time and money inventing a super-suit and what do you do with it?" There wasn't even a second of answering time before he continued, "Fly around like some incredible shrinking shmuck trying to save the world."

"And I guess Robbing banks is just as important?" Ray shot back, a peek of his personality shining through.

"It's a helluva lot more satisfying that's for sure." Leonard shot back.

Ray's smile dissipated again, "It's that kind of thinking that makes you a criminal."

"No it makes me a survivor," Leonard protested, not wanting to give Ray any satisfaction of getting into his head, "and there's gonna come a day where you wish you were too."

Alex thought about her dad. How he might've survived.

He never would've stood for it, she decided. He was too good.

"You flip the solenoid," Ray announced, flicking a switch amongst the wires, "Saves you the trouble of rewiring the whole thing."

When his words rang true, a small smile wrote itself across Leonard's lips. "Well, what do you know? You were right Girl Scout," he called to her, "Guess Raymond's not so useless after all."

The sirens finally silenced themselves and the lights flickered back to normal. Alex was ready to pry the door open and walk out with the knife unscathed.

"Looks like Rory found the fuse box," Ray thought aloud, standing up from his crouched position.

Mick's voice rose through the parlor, "We got a problem, the owner just came home,"

Alex and Leonard sprang up from their positions, ready to fight their way out.

"And you won't believe who it is," Mick finished, his burly frame pushed from behind the wall, the familiar greasy-haired figure of Vandal Savage holding their teammate hostage.

"So we meet again," His soft voice announced in victory, "Oh I'm grateful for another chance to kill you."

Alex swallowed the lump in her throat, moving closer and wrapping her fingers around the steel cage she found herself trapped in. "We're going to stop you," She spoke with reserved determination, clenching her jaw as Savage moved closer, never taking his gun away from Rory's head.

"We will see about that," He leaned in, as if he had a secret only the two of them knew, "Diana," Savage whispered, bringing his hand to her cheek, whispering her mother's name as his eyes scanned her up and down.

"How do you know that name?" She asked, her carefully controlled tone the only thing keeping her from reaching through the bars and using her rope to strangle him.

"I may have had something to do with that," A high pitched voice rang from behind Savage as footsteps were heard against the wooden floor. Alex felt her back stiffen at the sight of the platinum blonde hair.

"Kali," She spoke, acknowledging the speedster's chosen name and presence. "Long time no see,"

Kali tilted her head, the choppy ponytails swinging back and forth as she approached the cage, "The last time I saw you, I was the one behind bars. Guess times are changing."

Alex pressed her teeth together, a dry smile forced on her face, "Oh when I get out of here you are so dead,"

Kali laughed, the whistling sound piercing the air like a hot kettle, "Funny, I said the exact same thing about you."

Ray looked between the two of them, "Uh, who's-who's this?"

"The Time criminal that Rip recruited me to hunt down" Alex explained, "and an old friend"

Kali placed a hand on her chest in mock fondness, "aw, you think we're friends how cute"

"It won't be cute when the rest of the team shows up to kick your ass," Ray strode forward, radiating confidence.

"Please call them," Savage continued, "I'm looking forward to seeing at least two of them again."

Ray shrunk back into his spot by Alex's side as Snart reached for Mick's comm unit.

"I can't believe Savage knew my mother," Alex spoke aloud.

"Or that he's working with your National City nemesis," Ray contributed, bobbing his head in disbelief, "What's the story with you two anyway?"

She sighed, unable to keep the truth from anyone for much longer, Alex met Ray's curious gaze and crossed her arms, "We used to date."

Ray pressed his teeth together in an awkward expression as he faced back toward the blonde who had been taunting them. "That's awkward."

"Yeah," Alex scoffed, "Tell me about it."

Silence settled over the group, patiently waiting for any members of the team to signify that they had even heard Leonard's call, or at least that they were coming to rescue them.

It wouldn't be that difficult, would it?

Alex wasn't sure she trusted her team to that point.

"Your friends are cowards," Savage's soft voice called from behind the cage, a snide smile on his face.

"They'll be here," Ray spoke assuredly. While she admired his positive attitude, she was sure it was more for his sake than any of the others.

Kali moved forward, "Well then perhaps they need a bit of incentive," She snarled, moving her hand back and forth at a lightning pace, coming too close to killing Mick before a shot of flame impeded Alex's vision.

Kali went flying, and Savage looked up in awe. "The burning man," The man whispered.

"Yeah, that's not all I do," Jax's voice rang through the empty house, drawing their attention upward as he blasted Savage back with a similar blast he landed on Kali before dropping to the ground and helping Mick up.

"Mick!" Alex called, "You okay?"

The bald convict's eyes grew wide, as fiery as the element he loved so much, "I'm pissed."

Alex repressed the urge to smile, moving backward as Jax requested, the bars melting away enough for them to sneak away with the knife hidden up Leonard's sleeve.

The five of them met up with the rest of the team, Rip explaining the plan to the rest of them.

"Guys," Alex nodded behind them, Ray turning around at the sound of her voice, "I think we got company."

"Friends of Savage," Rip pushed his way forward, brandishing his gun and slapping a tiny version of Ray's suit into the scientist's chest, "You'll be needing this, don't lose any pieces of it this time."

Alex flourished her wrist, swinging her sword in a circle before charging forward, dropping low to hit the men where their weak points were.

The sword cut through the flesh like butter, leaving most of its victims wounded or dead. She slammed her foot into the chest of one soldier before pulling her sword out of another's.

A guttural scream rang through the courtyard, drawing her gaze toward the balcony.

"Kendra" Ray murmured beside her.

Alex jumped up, landing on the porch, sword in hand and a newfound sense of determination filling her chest. The woman was leaning over Carter's now incapacitated body, a gaping hole where his heart should be.

Wasting no time, Alex launched forward, steel singing against each other as the bloody knife met her silver blade. His defense was locked in. She needed to catch him off guard and then disarm him, she realized.

She swept her leg at his own, hoping to topple him, but he jumped and launched the dagger in an arc at her chest. She brought her sword up to stop the blade, sparks flying from the contact as she pushed back, using her strength to push him back, her sword leaving a myriad of cuts and scars on Savage's body. He was pressed against the wall.

He was almost ready for the killing blow.

She slammed into the pillar, her strength denting the marble as she gazed into the icy blue eyes of her assailant.

"I don't think so sweetheart," Kali sneered, a silver glint bouncing off the shiny decor in the moonlight. Savage's dagger.

Alex spoke through heavy breaths, "If you're going to kill me, get it over with."

Kali's lips drew themselves upward in a twisted smile before plunging the knife into Alex's stomach. Pain burst across her gut and The taste of iron filled her mouth before spilling out over her lips, collapsing to the ground, a familiar gleam entering her gaze.

"I don't wanna kill you, darling," Kali's sickly sweet voice hit her ears, amplifying the pain by a hundred, "But I do want you to feel what I feel."

Alex lifted her eyes back to the shiny object on the floor, her vision clearing enough to catch sight of what she had lost in the battle.

Her extrapolator.

A crunching sound was heard as Kali's boot landed on the device.

"NO!" Alex called hoarsely before the woman sped off in a blur.

She remained sprawled out on the floor, never tearing her gaze from the crushed device.

Her way home.

Her only tie to the people she loved.

Cotton filled her ears, drowning out the cries of concern coming from the team.

"Alex?" A voice she thought she recognized as Ray's called, "Alex, come on, we need to get you back to the ship."

Her weight was lifted from the ground, her eyes never leaving the house that had taken her last semblance of hope with her.

Her chance to return home was gone.

Only one thought permeated her mind before she went unconscious.

She was stranded here. With no way home.

For Good.