The so-called-by-some-timelines "Legends of Tomorrow" were stir-crazy, ready to fight and bored as hell. Leonard Snart was no exception but he had been handling it better than his partner-in-crime of many years, Mick Rory. The hotheaded pyromaniac didn't like being kept waiting, especially considering the entire team knew that Captain Rip Hunter didn't have a plan.

Than again, Leonard did have the beautiful assassin, Sara Lance to ease his boredom. And last night she was more than exciting . . .

As the world-renowned thief reflected upon the time he and his girlfriend had spent together the previous evening she strode into the bridge, exquisite as ever.

They had been "together", for lack of a better term for four months and at this point, Leonard couldn't help asking himself if he really cared about her. During the first weeks of their relationship, Hunter had referred to them as lovers and he had replied with, "I would hardly consider us lovers, Rip, we're just having a little fun." That was very true at the time and now it might indeed still be true . . . but it might not be.

Truth was, Leonard just wasn't very good at caring. About anything. Or, in some cases, anyone. He had never had a woman he was actually in love with and didn't show any love towards anyone else, other than his younger sister, Lisa. Love. What a stupid, overrated, useless, pathetic waste of time. People spend their entire lives chasing after true love only to find it doesn't exist. Love was an enemy to him. Love was for the weak.

Captain Hunter had been stressing over missions and timelines for about a week. If he didn't come out with a heading, the time was going to make one for themselves. Which would be interesting given the fact that they were currently in the 1950s.

Than, Hunter slammed the ancient book he had been reading and announced, "Team, we have a heading."

"You took your time." complained Mick.

"The year 1878 is, according to this where a disturbance to the timeline and the man who caused it by the name of Zedekiah Apixto currently resides." The Legends' captain explained ignoring the comment.

"Oh, sweet!" Jefferson "Jax" Jackson exclaimed, eagerly jumping into a chair and slamming down the seatbelt.

"The old West?" Sara inquired, a smile playing on her lips.

"That is the name the mid twentieth century gave that time period." said Rip firing up the ship.

Even Leonard couldn't help feeling like this could be fun. Instead of taking a separate chair, Sara sat down on Leonard's lap. He didn't really mind, she had taken to sitting there since they became a thing.

"You guys really need to work on not having so much . . . PDA." Ray Palmer commented.

The assassin ignored the comment and jerked the seatbelt down.

Leonard actually really hated time-jumping but he had gotten used to it after almost six months of hunting down Vandall Savage. The mission was getting tiring but they had saved some people along the way. Until now, he had never saved anyone's life before and now you could say he got what he wanted. So Barry Allen was right when he said that Leonard wanted to be more than a criminal. Now he was.

This realization had almost cost him his partnership. In what had turned out to be a brutal fight and a long conversation which had ultimately ended in Mick being let back onto the team. That was five months ago so after a couple of rough weeks, Team Fire and Ice was back to how they used to be.

After a few minutes of the vessel shaking and jerking, the time-jump came to an end.

Sara stood up, and everyone else followed suit.

"So what's the plan?" asked Kendra Saunders.

"I'm working on it." Captain Hunter answered.

They set foot on reddish-brown sand. They were surrounded by green, spiny cactuses and a rattlesnake hissed at them before slithering away.

"Well, all this is missing is a tumbleweed." commented Palmer.

It did look like a stereotype, he thought as a tumbleweed rolled across the dull landscape.

"What are the rest of us supposed to do while you're figuring out that plan?" Mick asked, impatient as usual.

"Jax and Professor Stein will explore the exterior of the town and question the citizens, Mr. Snart, Mr. Rory and Ms. Lance will take the local bars since you would probably do that whether I told you to or not. Ms. Saunders plays the part of a nineteenth century maid and Mr. Palmer and I will see if we can find out anything else.."

"If this place is anything like the movies, these people don't like strangers. Won't they like shoot at us or something?" Jax said.

Hunter couldn't think of anything to say to that.

Within minutes the team was wearing Western 1800s clothing and Saunders was battling with her corseted dress. She certainly didn't need that corset.

"You gonna be okay?" questioned Palmer. His lover nodded but it was clear she could barely breathe.

Five minutes later, Sara was swinging open wooden doors to an old-western tavern. The whole place went quiet. A woman with vibrant red hair stood behind the counter which Leonard walked up to.

"What can ah do ya for?" The barmaid's southern accent was thick.

"I'm looking for someone. A man by the name of Zedekiah Apixto." he replied.

"Well, ah never met no one bah that name an ah know jus' 'bout everyone 'round here in Sol." she stated, batting her eyelashes at him.

There was a pause before she gasped. "Now that ya mention it, there was a stranger with a funny name that just came bah here! His name was Rip ah think. Yap, thassit. Rip Hunter."

"Thanks for your help." he said flatly, turning away from the blood-stained counter.

"Anytahm. 'specially for a handsome gah lahk you." the barmaid added.

"The bartender was no help." Leonard informed his girlfriend.

"She wasn't necessarily wrong." Sara replied with a flirtatious smile, running her finger along his scrawny bicep.

Sara wasn't exactly . . . interested in men in reality. She didn't really have an answer as to why she stayed with Leonard when she supposedly wasn't even straight. He had been in a relationship before. Twice before. The most recent one being Alana. He hadn't been in love with her but he had felt something for her and what they had was definitely real. They were together for over two and a half years. She caused . . . complications. With his job, his partner and his life. Thinking back on it, maybe Leonard had just ended things because Mick had thought she was making him go "soft".

As he was thinking about this a crew of about four Western bandits crashed through the window they were all armed, most with Winchester rifles. "What the &*#?!" cursed Mick.

We've been here before and messed everything up already so Leonard couldn't see the harm in icing these idiots. "Rip, we've got company." he said into the communication devices (comms) but the words were barely out of his mouth before a gunshot was heard. And a woman screaming.

Though the red-haired barmaid was the one screaming, she had not been shot. Sara was standing in the middle of the room, with both hands clutching her gut and blood was running down from her stomach, staining her glistening white uniform.