Author's Note: I have most of this finished so it should be up quite quickly. This is the first time I'm writing the Supergirl characters so I'm not sure how in character they are.

Sara never thought she'd be relieved to have the Time Bureau open a portal onto the bridge but as another console exploded next to her they were welcome.

"Jax," Rip's voice made her turn in surprise to see him running through the portal, he was wearing the dark jeans, T-shirt and denim jacket he'd favoured when with them, "What happened?"

"We were hit by some kind of missile," the younger man called from beneath the main console.

Rip grimaced before calling, "Gideon?"

"Cap...Hunt..." she stuttered.

Pain covered his face at the fact she couldn't answer him and he rested his hand briefly on the table, "I'm going to fix this. We'll try to do what we did last time."

"Ye...Ca..."

Sara watched him bounce around checking several things, feeling another presence she turned to see Agent Ava Sharpe standing there looking grim.

"I didn't think they'd send Rip," Sara said softly.

Sharpe took a quick breath, "Despite the fact he's still under arrest, Rip is the person who knows these systems best. Almost everything within the Bureau use was partially designed by him."

Surprise covered Sara's face but she didn't get a chance to ask as Rip suddenly started battering at the wall.

x

After checking what was happening to the systems Rip moved to one side of the parlour and pulled off the panel to gain access to the main systems. He then pulled at the one below it, letting out an annoyed cry when it didn't move he kicked it several times. Now loose he yanked the panel away and began to crawl inside.

"Rip, what are you doing?" Jax called.

Ignoring the younger man, Rip forced himself deeper into the crawlspace.

"Tell us, Rip?" Sara demanded.

With an annoyed huff he yelled back, "I can explain what I'm doing and waste time or I can actually do it and hopefully save Gideon."

Silence answered him but Rip was already ignoring them. He found what he was looking for and just had to ensure she was downloaded fully then disconnect her. Another explosion sounded and sparks surrounded him, Rip automatically threw up his hands to protect his face. Pain tore through them but he ignored it scrambling close again trying desperately to fix the connections but before he could something else exploded.

This time someone grabbed his legs and yanked him out of the crawlspace just before fire filled it. He glanced up to see Mick Rory standing above him. The former bounty hunter tossed him a small extinguisher and Rip forced himself back inside smothering the fire. Reaching his goal he stopped defeated when he saw the light was gone and all that was left was a blackened cube. Slowly he disconnected it sliding back out holding the cube tightly, this was all that was left of her.

"What happened?" Sara demanded.

"She's gone," he stated, his voice a monotone as he closed his eyes.

"What is that?" Sara asked.

Jax answered for him, "Gideon's back-up CPU. It was our one chance to save her."

"It's not your fault, Jax," Sara said consolingly.

"Then whose is it?" Rip snapped, marching off the bridge pausing briefly to take the bottle of beer Mick held out to him.

x

Sara dropped into a seat trying to get her head around the fact Gideon was no more. She remembered suddenly that they had a visitor and looked over at where Ava Sharpe stood grimacing when Rip walked away.

"I'm not supposed to let him out of my sight," she noted softly looking uncomfortable.

"As long as he doesn't have his Time Courier he can't leave the ship," Sara sighed before adding, "Thank you for coming to help us."

Ava shrugged, "If your ship explodes and completely destroys time then we'll be out of a job."

"Very true," Sara rubbed her eyes, "I think we might require some help getting back."

Ava nodded, "I'll contact the Bureau and we'll get a rescue ship here."

"Someone should check on Rip," Ray spoke up suddenly, "He didn't look good."

They looked at one another, all eyes landing on Sara who shook her head, "Rip and I are not on the best of terms right now. I doubt I'm someone he wants to talk to."

"Jax?" Ray suggested, "You always had an affinity with Gideon."

Jax winced slightly, "Possibly not a good idea since I was the one who couldn't save her. Besides you know how he is. I say let him be until the Time Bureau arrive."

"Let me know when the Time Morons get here," Mick said walking off the bridge.

Sara winced before turning to Agent Sharpe, "We're very grateful for your help and the fact you're getting us home."

Sharpe nodded, "I'll contact the Bureau and then I need to rejoin Rip. As I said he is still under arrest."

x

Rip gripped the bottle of beer he'd taken from Mick as he walked through the corridors of the ship, his ship, his home except it wasn't. Not anymore. Now that Gideon was...

A flare of anger hit him and he hurled the bottle against the wall watching it shatter with brief satisfaction. Leaving it for one of the others to clean up Rip made his way to medical bay to fix the cuts on his hands, Gideon would want him to do that and he couldn't disappoint her especially now.

He didn't need Gideon to fix the injuries to his hands, it was simple to program in but Gideon preferred to do all medical procedures. She always claimed he couldn't be trusted to do it properly but he suspected she just wanted to make sure he was healthy.

Gideon's first protocol was to protect him and she had always taken that very seriously. She'd kept his marriage to Miranda a secret because she decided that having someone to come home to meant he took more care during missions.

Tears filled his eyes as the fact he'd lost the final member of his family and was completely alone sank in.

"Your keeper's looking for you," Mick noted when he walked in before handing over a bottle of scotch, "Thought this might be more your style."

Slowly Rip took the bottle, "Is my room still available or did someone take over it?"

Mick shrugged, "None of us wanted it."

"Then tell Agent Sharpe I'll be in there," Rip told him holding up the bottle, "Toasting Gideon."

To his surprise, Mick nodded and left him alone. Looking at the bottle in his hand Rip knew it would be easy for him to drink himself into oblivion, where he would wake up back at the Bureau in the prison they had him in for trying to protect everyone from a threat they wouldn't acknowledge.

But not this time, he was done with all of it.

He reached his room finding Ava standing at the door waiting for him.

"I will be in here," he snapped, "Since it will take some time before a rescue ship gets here and opening a portal is too much of a risk."

She didn't say anything and Rip rolled his eyes, entering his room Rip closed the door locking it then dropped the bottle of scotch on the bed. Placing the blackened cube safely on the desk Rip took a deep breath before he yanked the bookcase from the wall letting it fall to the floor with a crash. Slamming his elbow into the panel he found the set of tools along with the weapon he kept hidden within the secret compartment for emergencies.

With ease he removed the tracker the Bureau had taken up time putting on him, time which he could have used to save Gideon before tossing it to join the scotch on the bed. As far as they knew he would still be on the ship.

Rip sometimes wondered what the Legends thought he'd done over the fifteen years he'd been alone on this ship because they always seemed to be amazed when he actually did something technical or knew something that was one of their specialities. It was like they forgot he had actual abilities but they were about to find out exactly what he could do and how smart he was.

Placing the cube carefully in the small bag that had been in the compartment along with the tools Rip pulled himself up and into the ducts that ran through the ship. It wasn't the first time he'd had to sneak through the ship, though those times he'd had Gideon to guide and let him know where his enemies were. He accessed the back-up computer checking everyone's whereabouts and learning how long till the Bureau would arrive.

Rip made his way to the Jumpship bypassing the systems easily, taking off and sending back false data so they wouldn't be aware until they physically needed to check the ship.

Taking one final glance at the Waverider he entered a course knowing that it was time for Rip Hunter to die.

Pain ripped through her.

Every part of her being felt like it was being shredded as she fell through the emptiness.

Finally she stopped falling and voices surrounded her. She tried to focus but her mind was filled with fog.

She searched for one voice amongst them all, the one voice that represented safety and comfort. She didn't know who the voice belonged to only that it was the one she needed to hear.

But it wasn't there.

Her world descended into darkness and she lost consciousness.