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Hi guys! So, I've decided to try something new and write a Legends fic. Laurel Lance is one of my favorite characters in the arrowverse. And I thought it was stupid that Sara and the Legends could do nothing to save her. This fic starts just after the team leaves 2046 and in my version, Oliver Queen from the future tells Sara about Laurel's death since it was pretty close to the time Sara had come from. This is the aftermath of that. I hope you enjoy! Please R&R.

Sara maintained her cool and collected demeanor, and no one seemed to see past her facade. Snart kept shooting her questioning glances but she quickly smiled and talked about how she couldn't wait to get out of this place. This desolate future where everyone she loved was dead. The one she would never let happen again. She waited patiently. Keeping her eye on the lying captain and making sure that her knife was sharp enough to draw blood. Her target sat down in his seat bringing the seatbelt down and uncloaking the ship. He pushed a lever forward and the ship shot forward entering the temporal zone before coming to a stop.

"Thank you, Gideon," Rip said standing up. "Ok, we will have to stay here for a bit until Jax and Ray can finish repairs." Everyone nodded and stood up and Sara joined them. At first, it appeared she would continue with the rest of the crew in leaving the bridge and going to their quarters. It was Snart who saw the flash of silver in her palm, but before he could say anything she'd thrown it across the room. It stuck in the wall behind Rip's head. He turned to look at the object embedded next to him before looking back at the former assassin. In that short time. she'd crossed the distance between them. Grabbing him by the neck she lifted him off the ground and shoved him against the wall. Another dagger gleamed in her grasp and it pressed against the flesh of the Captain's throat. He struggled in her grip trying to pry her hand away. In response, her grip tightened and the knife dug deeper into his skin. She heard the whirring of the cold gun and the charging of the heat gun. A small breeze went through the room as Kendra unfurled her wings and the buzz of the atom suit sounded through the room.

"Sara, what the hell are you doing?" Ray asked confusion painted on his features.

"You knew, " Sara said in a dangerous voice her grip never wavering. She paid no attention to the questioning stares at her friends.

"Put the knife down, Assassin, " Snart said in his usual drawl.

"Let him go blondie if anyone kills him it's gonna be me," the arsonist added.

"Shut up! " Sara yelled at her friends squeezing tighter around Rip's throat.

"Sara, let him go, What are you doing?" Kendra asked desperately not wanting to fight her friend.

"I said shut up," She screamed angrily before turning back to the man in her grip. "You knew," She growled again. "Didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, " Rip managed to say between rasping breaths.

"You lying bastard! " She said shrieked. "You knew. Now you're going to take me back to 2016. And I'm going to save her." A look of understanding passed on Rips face.

"Sara, what are you talking about?" Kendra asked.

"I'm afraid..." Rip started only to be cut off.

"Good," Sara growled. "You should be."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

"Ok someone had better explain this before I run out of patience," Snart snapped. Rip looked around guiltily before beginning.

"In March of 2016, Damien Darhk makes a prison escape from Iron Heights," Rip said painfully gasping for air. "The green arrow and his companions went to stop him but unfortunately, there was a casualty," he continued. Suddenly Sara stabbed his shoulder pinning him to the wall and slapped him across the pace. Rip screamed in pain.

"A casualty? "Sara snarled and everyone grew tense at the coldness of her voice. "My sister was murdered!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Now either you have lived your last day, or you take me back to save my sister," She finished the desperation evident in her voice.

"I can't do that, In the original timeline, before I recruited you, you and your sister both die."

"I've been dead before now take me back," Sara said a tear escaping her eye.

"You'll die," Rip started.

"I don't care! My sister has always been the better of US. She's the only reason I'm even alive. It should be me instead. I die, my sister lives. Now Take. Me. Back."

Most of The crew stared in shock at the resident assassin. How was she so easily able to trade her life. She out of all of them knew what it was like to die and never come back. And yet here she was telling them she wanted to save her sister which was the equivalent of asking to commit suicide.

"Sara," Kendra started moving forward trying to comfort her. Sara turned for a second glaring at her friend.

"Don't take another step," She said threateningly before returning her attention to the Captain. Within that short time, Rip managed to grab something from his coat and with a flash of light, the white canary fell to the floor unconscious.

"Oh thank god," Rip said drawing in a deep breath. "I thought she might've actually killed me."

"Well your not out of the woods yet," Snart said pointing his gun towards Rip. Everyone was once again on edge with the new threat.

"Mr. Snart put down the gun," Rip said angrily.

"I'm kind of tired of playing This game we trust you. you lie to us. And someone dies because of it," he responded icily.

"What I've done here is save Ms. Lance's Life!" Rip shouted frustrated.

"Here's what we're going to do," Leonard started pulling his cold gun back. "Mick here is going to take Sara to her room. And the rest of us are going to find a way to keep the other Lances living." he continued gesturing to his partner. Rip nodded and everyone slowly relaxed. Mick swooped down and gently picked up the sleeping bird leaving the room to take her out.

"Ok nerds, how do we keep both Canaries alive?" Leonard asked keeping a hand on his cold gun.

"It's not possible Mr. Snart. As someone who's studied timeline alterations for practically their whole lives, I can tell you that one of the Lance sisters must die. Trust me," Rip said leaning his weight down on a table in front of him.

"Trust you?" Kendra asked her inner hawk-goddess flashing in her eyes. "How many times have you lied to us. When was the last time you ever told us something entirely truthful?" Ray came up behind her putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I agree with Kendra. And Laurel is my friend. If we have a chance to save her we have to try," he said strongly.

"But if we do this, we risk creating a temporal anomaly," Stein said worriedly.

"It's not like we haven't ever made those before," Jax pointed out.

"Well then what do you suggest?" Rip shouted annoyed.

"I suggest you figure something out," Snart said equally frustrated. The tension between the group stayed as they stared at each other upset. It was broken by Mick when he returned to the room to find the group no closer to an agreement.

"Blondie's in bed," he said gruffly.

"Thank you, Mr. Rory," Rip said inhaling deeply. "Now that everything is settled…"

"Nothing is settled," Snart interrupted. "You want to selfishly change the timeline to save your family, but claim its impossible for Sara to do the same."

"If you saved her by bringing her on the ship, can't you do the same to the sister?" Mick asked taking out a match and lighting it. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him in shock. "What?" he asked noticing their stares.

"That might work," the professor noted excitedly.

"But Laurel's death is a fixed point in time. It's what motivates the green arrow to save the city," Rip said.

"How does she die?" Ray asked suddenly.

"She was stabbed. She passed in the hospital," Rip responded sadly.

"Gideon," Kendra said catching on to Ray's ideas. "What exactly caused her to die?" In response, the AI pulled up Laurel's medical records.

"Dinah Laurel Lance. Born November 15, 1985. Died due to an embolism April 6, 2016 at 11:59 pm," Gideon said.

"Can Gideon fix an embolism?" Ray asked hopefully.

"I certainly can Mr. Palmer. The technology to stop and or prevent such medical complications was invented in 2456," She responded cheerfully.

"Then I have an idea," Ray said smiling.

Authors Note: What'd you think? I am really looking forward to continuing this fic if your interested. I think this is going to end up being eventually Captain Canary. Next chapter will reveal Ray's plan as well as the aftermath of Sara nearly killing Rip. Please review and tell me any thoughts or suggestions. Thanks! Until next time.