So turned out people were actually pretty excited about the Earth-4 Legends. It ended up fueling the plot bunnies to go attack me, so I've decided to write how the Legends of Earth-4 started and how they got to the rooftop. I'm planning ten chapters of this, and hopefully I can get them up quickly.

She had been determined not to scream, but the pain turned out to be more than she had been expecting. There were places she knew in the future that had drugs that would make this experience less painful. However, the hospitals of the future required names and personal information and too many details that would expose them to the Time Masters. Here, out in the Old West, they could remain undetected and anonymous. Aside from Cinnamon, no one else knew of that she and Rip were from the future.

It was well into the night when the cry of a newborn filled the air. As soon as she heard it, Miranda burst into tears. She was a hardened yet rebellious Time Master, but right now she was a sobbing, snotty, sweaty mess staring at her son. Rip was crying too as he cut the cord and took the little baby in his arms. Her husband passed him over to Miranda, who cradled the newborn in her arms. He was tiny and bloody and perfect in every way. A rush of love surged through her as she looked down at her son.

"Hello, Jonas," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his head as Rip bent down beside them. "Welcome to the world."

Later, when Rip had fallen asleep and it was just her and Baby Jonas, she apologized to her son. Rip and Miranda had known having a family wouldn't be as simple as they wanted. She was the Time Master, the one who would have to report back to the Vanishing Point soon and explain her absence. Rip and their son would go back to live in the time they had selected after he had quit the Time Masters. Due to her duties, Miranda would be unable to see Jonas consistently. He would grow up with a mother who would come in and out of his life.

"I'm so sorry," Miranda told him. "But no matter what, I will always love you, Jonas. And I will always come back to you and your father."

Eight years later, Miranda knelt in the middle of the war zone of 2166 London, holding the bodies of her husband and son. Vandal Savage had murdered them in his latest attack on the refugees. She had been supposed to meet them, to evacuate them to another time period for their safety. Instead, she had arrived to find Rip dead at the opening of their makeshift shelter, and Jonas lying against a few empty crates. If their eyes hadn't been open, she might have thought they were asleep.

Tears traced down her cheeks as she touched her forehead to the top of Rip's head. Her grief felt like a relentless tidal wave, slamming into her again and again. She blamed herself for not getting there sooner, for not getting them out when things were starting to take a turn towards chaos, for not staying in the West like Rip had wanted too after Jonas was born (although she knew her husband's love for the era was a factor of why he wanted to remain). If she had done one of those things, surely her family would still be alive.

Miranda turned to Jonas's corpse, seeing both the eight year old who had been excited to see his mum again and the squalling baby who Rip had placed in her arms in the Old West. She remembered how she had apologized for the mother she would be when he was hours old. While she hadn't been able to be with him all the time, Miranda had made it to see him very often, and Jonas grew up without any malice towards her absences. She had failed him, and it made her grief worse.

"I will fix this," she vowed to Rip and Jonas before standing up and making her way back to the Waverider.

The Time Counsel refused to eliminate Vandal Savage, despite her arguments of the threats he posed to the timeline. Miranda tried to argue, but Druce had silenced and dismissed her. So she had stalked back to the Waverider, a back-up plan already in the works. It had occurred to her when she was sulking one evening in the study, paging through an old history book on the Flash. Since then, Miranda had done her research through the timeline, selecting and rejecting candidates.

"Did the Time Counsel approve your proposal?" Gideon asked as she came aboard.

"Shot it down," Miranda lamented. "They don't think he's a significant enough threat."

"What now, Captain?"

Miranda sat down in the pilot's chair. "I'm going to enact the back-up plan. We're going to need to get to January 2017."

Gideon's next words were hesitant. "You're sure about this plan, Captain?"

"Absolutely."

And so ends Chapter 1. Next chapter- Helena Bertinelli.

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