Hey guys. I hope you like this crossover. It just popped into my head while I was at work, so i decided to give it a go. If you do like it, I'll continue with it. I think there are some really cool things that could happen with this, so please leave me comments and reviews! I love criticism, so don't be afraid to give some! Thanks!

"Mick, you want to do the honors, plot a course?" Sara Lance asked her teammate and fellow crew member of the Waverider. "You've earned it." She smiled, looking back from the pilot's chair. The Pyro straightened his posture, eyes wide with excitement.

"Gideon, set a course for Aruba" he decided, looking to professor Stein with a wicked grin on his face. The doctor shook his head, smiling. It was good to be back with family.

"Roger that Mister Rory, setting a course for Aruba, the year 2017." the A.I. of the timeship replied pleasantly. The crew laughed. Suddenly, the ship lurched and shook, throwing its inhabitants against their metal harnesses.

"What was that?" Amaya asked worriedly. She was still a little new to this time travel business.

"I think that's what happens when you put Mr. Rory in charge of navigation." Stein chided. The ship shook, throwing their heads against the seats.

"In fact, it's another time storm. It seems the disruption you caused in 1916 was only the start." The A.I. corrected. The ship spun and was thrown out of the temporal zone, back into real space.

"We've been ejected out of the temporal zone!" Dr. Palmer exclaimed as he was thrown around his seat.

"Get ready for a hard landing." Sara ordered, grabbing ahold of the ship's controls and forcing herself to take as much control of the situation as the could.

"Oh come on!" Jax shouted. "Can we please go 5 minutes without crashing the Waverider!?" A pissed off look splayed across his face. He was going to have to fix whatever damage was done.

"Directing 60% power to radiation shielding, Captain Lance, you have the rest to direct our landing." Gideon informed.

"Radiation shielding?" Sara questioned as she looked through the foreword viewport of the ship. Outside, she saw a forest below, fast approaching. It looked like earth, but something felt...off. As the continued to defend, Sara saw something in the distance, beyond the dense forest. A lake, and at its edge, a large, circular structure. Strange. Where were they? Never mind. Questions could be asked later. Right now, she had a crew to save. The pulled back on the throttle, slowing their descent as much as she could. Everyone screamed. They hit the ground with a crash, and Sara's head was thrown against her seat. Her visione darkened, and she passed out.

/

Bellamy started the engine of the truck. They had a little over 55% charge, enough to get them home. He tried not to think about the choice he had just made. Harper was in back loading the rest of the slaves they had saved from Alpha Station. Bellamy may have just do,ed them all, but he couldn't let any more innocent people die when he had the chance to save them. He hoped Clarke would forgive him. Just as they were about to pull away, Bellamy saw an object streak across the sky, as if it had appeared out of nowhere. It looked like a meteor. No, too sleek and bright to be a meteor. A ship? He did not recall any ships besides the ones part of the Ark. Bellamy turned to Monty. "Do you see that?" He pointed to the object as it drew closer to the Earth.

"Yeah. What the hell is it?" He replied. "Looks like some kind of ship."

"Should we go after it?" Bellamy asked, unsure.

"Uh, yeah, I think so. Why wouldn't we?" Monty grinned.

Bellamy smiled in return. "You've got a point. Besides, if it's a ship, there might be survivors.

/

"Is everyone ok?" Sara called out groggily as she raised her harness up and rubbed her head.

"This ain't Aruba." Mick observed, a tone of both anger and confusion rolling off his tongue.

"No. This is the western United States, 2150." The A.I. stated matter-of-factly.

"Uh, Gideon? Why is it all uh, foresty?" Nate asked, peering out the viewport. "You'd figure the future would have a lot less greenery.

"That would be because, according to my navigation systems, we are not in the same universe as we are originally from. We are currently residing in a different timeline." The disembodied British voice explained.

"Gideon, when we crashed you mentioned something about radiation shielding?" Sara questioned, trying to assess the situation.

"That is correct, captain Lance. As soon as we entered this Earth's atmosphere, I detected extremely high radiation levels. Insurvivably high. I fear we may be alone here."

"Well then how the hell am I supposed to repair the ship?" Jax questioned, furious. They just couldn't catch a break.

"Well, based on current levels, I can have a radiation resistance antibiotics ready in 30 minutes. They will only last about 48 hours, so you will need to continue to take them if you are out for longer than that."

"Right, more magic pills." Mick mused, shaking his head.

"We must have screwed with the timeline so much, we were ejected into a whole other universe to prevent making any further damage." Ray suggested.

"Sounds logical." Dr. Stein figured, mulling over the idea in his head. It made sense.

"Alright." Sara said, turning to the crew. "As soon as those pills are ready, Amaya, Mick, Nate, and I will scout around, see what's out there." She ordered, thinking about the circular structure she saw when they were coming down. "Jax, you get to work on repairs. Stein, Ray, you two figure out how we were ejected from our timeline, and how we can get back. Let's go!" She barked. They were a well oiled machine under her command. They had learned that over the past year. She led the the scouting party down to the cargo hold to suit up, while Jax headed to go get tools for repairs. Martin and Ray began pulling up analysis' and sensor data to figure out exactly what happened.

/

The truck rolled down the trail through the woods. Bellamy didn't stop until they were back in Trikru territory. They got as close as they could to where they thought the ship, or whatever it was, had would have to go the rest of the way on foot. "Miller, Bryan, stay and guard the truck. Monty, Harper, you're with me. If we aren't back in 2 hours, head back to camp. Got it?" He ordered. He was taking a big risk here. Hopefully there'd be a big duo nodded, and began setting up a perimeter. "Let's go." Bellamy told the couple that would be traveling with him. " clocks ticking.

"So what do you think it is?" Harper asked Monty after they'd been walking in relative silence for the better part of 35 minutes. They had to be getting close. They had to.

"Maybe a ship of some kind? I don't know. Some private company or interest group? Who knows." Monty speculated, stepping over a branch. Then, through the foliage, he saw something silvery. Metal. "Over there!" Monty shouted, pointing to his right. Bellamy and Harper both turned and looked. They'd made it. As they pressed closer, it seemed Monty's assumption had been correct. It was some kind of giant ship! As they walked along the side, they noticed some decent damage.

"Must've been a rough land-" Bellamy began, before cutting off raising his rifle. "Who the hell are you?" He asked the dark skinned man covered in grease, doing what he assumed was repairs to this ship.

"Me!?" Who the hell are you!?" The man replied, getting angry.

"Is this your ship?" He prodded, gun still trained.

"That's enough questions there, hockey pads." A gruff voice said, emanating from behind him. A grounder voice. He turned, panicked, but the face-err, faces that met him were not grounders. There was an angry looking bald man, a dark skinned girl with a large necklace, a white guy wearing a bright tunic and a weird looking helmet, and a woman wearing a white jacket.

"Now it's my turn." The woman in white said commandingly. "Who the hell are you?