The sun shone down on Ramona as she walked across the street to the gravel lot Rip said to meet him in. It seemed like a really random place to her, but she probably couldn't judge at this point.

Only the blonde—whose name was Sara, according to the research she'd done beforehand—was there already, changed out of her massive fur coat and into a more form-fitting outfit that honestly looked stunning on her. She looked up at Ramona's approach, squinting in the sun. "Glad I'm not the only one," she called.

Ramona stopped a couple feet away from her, crossing her arms and gazing across the empty lot. "Yeah, well. Heroism isn't really my thing, but I can't let the world burn."

"I can understand that," Sara said. She paused a moment, then asked, "Think anyone else'll show?"

Ramona glanced around. So far they were alone, though she could see something flying in the distance that might be the hawks. Figures they'd have wings. She shrugged. "Who knows. Even if they do, can we work together?" Personally, she doubted it. Individually, she could see a few of them getting along. But altogether? Someone would be dead within the first week, if not sooner.

Sara snorted. "I guess we'll find out."

The two of them lapsed into silence, watching as the two winged figures touched down close by. Ramona was right—they were the two hawks, Kendra and Carter. Wings...now that was a cool ability.

Not long after them, the man in the metal suit, who introduced himself with a big grin as Ray Palmer, showed. He was almost like a little kid, bouncing all over the place and grinning. Somehow, though, Ramona found herself smiling along with him. He reminded her of Cisco, in a way. A total nerd, and a bit of a dork, but an adorable dork.

At the thought of her friend, Ramona stepped back from the others' conversation and closed her eyes. She'd called him once she got off that roof, to let him and the others know she was all right, but she hadn't told him about the whole...time travel thing. He'd be all over it, she knew him well enough for that, but something in her balked at telling Cisco about Rip Hunter and his plans. Maybe she didn't want to drag him into another wild reality; maybe she was, well, scared. She didn't even know anymore. Sometime after graduating college, her life had gone off the rails, and she didn't know how to fix it anymore.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by the very familiar voice of one Leonard Snart calling, "Don't tell me we're the last to show."

She blinked, opening her eyes to see her father approaching the group, Mick at his side. Mick had one hand placed protectively on his heat gun, and Ramona smirked. She wasn't the only one annoyed by Hunter's tampering with their weapons.

Ray turned to the pair, his grin slipping only a little. "Well, the professor and Jax aren't here yet. If they're coming. So you could be the last ones, but also you might not be."

Mick growled. "Didn't ask for a report, Haircut," he said, crossing his arms.

Ramona stepped forward, patting Ray on the shoulder. "Mick's always like that," she muttered, "Trust me, I've known him my whole life." She turned to her father, one eyebrow raised, ignoring the look she just knew Ray was giving her. "If you're expecting us to become some father-daughter time-traveling duo, you're out of luck," she said. "I'm surprised you even showed up."

"You should know better than to underestimate me, Ramona," he said with his usual smirk. She rolled her eyes. She'd forgotten how much of an asshole he could be, she thought as she turned away. And he was a real asshole, Mona wasn't afraid to say it. Even if he was her father.

Before the tension between father and daughter could become too much—and it would have, Ramona distinctly remembered arguing loudly with him just a few months ago—the hum of a car motor filled the air. The group turned nearly in unison, watching as a sleek convertible pulled up. In the driver's seat sat Professor Stein, while Jax, the young guy, seemed to be passed out in the passenger seat. Ramona frowned. Jax seemed pretty adamant about not coming, what changed his mind? Or had he?

Ramona shook her head, sincerely doubting Rip's team-choosing skills. For about the seventh time. She pushed her hair over one shoulder, joining the others as they walked towards the professor, who'd gotten out of his car and was looking around the odd meeting place. "Professor!" Her father called, "This is the place."

Ray huffed out a little—laughter, if Ramona, who walked beside him, had to guess. "I think we're being punked. Do people still say 'punked'?"

"No," Sara said flatly as the group formed a loose circle beside the car.

"Not even in jokes," Ramona agreed.

Ray tilted his head to one side. "Huh," he said quietly. Ramona smiled. He may have been nearly unbearably cheerful and overly heroic, but he seemed all right anyway.

"I see your buddy threw himself a going-away party," Mick said to the professor, nodding at the unconscious Jax.

Stein cast a glance at the younger man, sighing a little. "Yes, I believe he, ah," he fiddled with his glasses as he paused, "drank something that didn't agree with him." Ramona frowned. That was just this side of a lie, she could tell. He was being shifty.

"Voluntarily?" Ramona asked him, though she didn't expect an answer. The professor stared at her, sputtering a bit, and she shook her head. She hated being right sometimes.

"You don't look happy to be here," Leonard—perhaps it would be easier to call him by his first name, Ramona thought—said to Kendra. He wasn't wrong, she had her arms crossed and looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. Carter looked pretty smug for some reason, so whatever argument they had, he must have won.

Kendra smirked a little. "Perceptive," she said simply, nodding at him.

The voice of Rip Hunter stopped any other attempts at the somewhat stilted conversation. "I see you've all decided to come," he said, his voice sounding lighter, more cheerful and optimistic, than it had on the roof. He seemed to have come out of nowhere—one second he wasn't there, the next he was. "Well," he continued, "we can be on our way."

"In what vehicle?" Ramona asked, "I don't see another one, ah, anywhere."

Her father nodded. "I ain't footing it anywhere."

Rip took a breath. "A Time Master's sacred charge is to do no harm to the timeline. Can you imagine what a timeship would look like in, say, Victorian England?"

Stein's jaw dropped. "Holographic indigenous camouflage projection!" he exclaimed. He looked like a child when talking about science.

"Those were certainly words," Ramona mumbled, though she was as awestruck as anyone else when Rip revealed a fucking spaceship positioned just behind him.

It was huge, all shiny metal and spinning parts Ramona couldn't even begin to comprehend. Wordlessly, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. She would have to show Cisco next time she saw him.

"It's called the Waverider," Rip said, turning to look at the ship with the rest of them, "It's been my ship for over a decade." He looked at them, a smile on his face. "Shall we?"

No one answered, the group following Rip Hunter onto his time-traveling spaceship with looks of awe on their faces.

Daria was right—this was going to be the adventure of a lifetime.

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And here's chapter three! Things are starting to take off now! Sorry this one took a bit longer, I was with family for a lot of the last week for my grandmother's memorial service and couldn't write.
So, what do you think? Any predictions on who Ramona will end up closest to on the team? Let me know!
💛Ema