A/N: Hello, here with a new story, my first foray into writing for Legends of Tomorrow and of course crossing it over with the Flash, because it's fun. In terms of this fic, some details regarding canon details. This is a pretty major AU, but with regards to Legends, season one events are canon with the exception of the team crossing paths with Rex Tyler and hearing about the JSA. Regarding the Flash side of events, I've mixed and matched details since the story is dealing with a possible future. Anyway, I neither own Legends of Tomorrow nor the Flash. Just my plot. I'm just having a bit of fun. I'll put them back how I found em. Hope you enjoy.


Chapter One: Close to the Vest

Breaking news: Reporting live from Central City Police Department, the investigation is still underway regarding the whereabouts of Central City's famed hero the Flash. The Scarlet Speedster vanished several weeks ago. I'm here with Detective Joe West of CCPD. "Detective, can you tell us anything regarding the investigation?"

"We can't share any specifics regarding the investigation at this time. The Flash is as much a citizen of this city as anyone, and we will do all we can. That's all I can say." You heard it here first folks. Reporting for KSFZ, I'm Linda Park.

Rip Hunter stared at the screen. "Gideon?"

"Yes Captain?" The AI's voice carried.

"When was this filmed?"

"That was Linda Park's final news report Captain: approximate date: May 19th 2036 on the 6 o'clock evening news."

"Yes," The captain frowned. "And when was Linda Park's date of death?"

"Records indicate that Miss Park died just twelve hours later under mysterious circumstances in her home."

Rip ran a hand down his face as he sat down with a satisfying kerplunk in the nearby chair. He had thought, well what had he thought? It was so difficult to sort out what he had been thinking. When he had first received the message, his immediate concern had been keeping it hidden. After all, many members of his team hailed from Central City, and distraction from the mission was not something that could be afforded, but they had defeated Savage. The mission had been a success, and their role was to fix aberrations. Of course that is, past aberrations. Outside of Savage, Rip Hunter had never considered fixing a future aberration, especially one which was so immediate to his teammates. The future constantly changing almost always guaranteed that a particular episode, actions in the present moment could make it so that a future dilemma disappeared before it reached crisis point. It's dangerous to know too much about your own future. Hadn't that been his mantra? But there was something immediately alarming about this particular call to action. If it was allowed to spiral, it would affect much more than Central City in 19 years time, so much more. Projections indicated…. He stared at the projections swallowing back the golf ball in his throat.

"Gideon, wake the team, tell them to meet me in here, and prepare to play back the message from 2036 Central City."

"Of course Captain."


The lights in the sleeping quarters turned on and Mick Rory was not happy. "How's a guy supposed to get any goddamn sleep in this tin can with the lights on?" Not that he'd been getting much sleep anyway.

"My apologies Mr. Rory." Gideon chimed. "But Captain Hunter wishes to see the team in the library. I was told to wake you."

"You can tell the Captain I'll shove a boot up his-"

"Mick, you know what's going on?" He was interrupted by a sleepy looking Ray Palmer. "It's 4AM."

"I can tell time Haircut." Mick sighed. "And no. This supercomputer isn't saying anything."

"Did you ask politely?" Ray raised his eyebrows. "Gideon,"

" Good morning Mr. Palmer, I was told that this information was something the captain wanted to share personally with you."

"See, that's all it takes."

"This information couldn't wait until morning?" Mick growled. "And if you are anymore annoying I can still burn things."

Ray backed away slightly only to bump into Sara.

"So why are we all awake at 4 in the morning?"

"Good morning to you too Sara." Ray gave a shaky smile as he locked eyes with the sleep deprived former assassin.

"What did you light up this time?" Sara glared at Mick.

"I've been a perfect angel. My hands are clean."

Sara glanced sideways, nodding despite not looking anywhere near convinced. "Gideon told me that Rip's waiting for us in the library."

"Why does she tell you things?" Mick said.

"We ask, we don't grumble I told you." Ray followed Sara out of the(former? To Ray it was still hard to tell) arsonist's sleeping quarters.


"Grey?" Jax blinked against the harsh light as he sat up. "You still workin'?" He looked in the direction of Professor Stein's desk only to see the professor was not there.

"This time, the light was not my request Jefferson." Stein spoke from the neighboring bed rubbing his eyes as he grabbed his glasses. "Gideon,"

"Good morning Professor, Mr. Jackson, the Captain requests your presence in the library."

"An aberration at 4 in the morning?" Jax frowned. "Isn't that a little...I dunno…?"

"Odd? Indeed." Stein nodded. "Of course, we don't know if that is what the Captain wishes to see us about."

"What else could it be?" Jax asked. "I don't smell any smoke or hear any alarms."

"That is true. It appears Mr. Rory's midnight cravings for microwaveable food is not the cause of this rendezvous."

"Then what…?"

"There is one way to find out." Stein said. "Shall we?"

Jax nodded feeling a sense of unease he couldn't quite place.


A/N: So, that's the opening. Thoughts?