Author's Note: Chapter 1 takes place between Last Refuge and Leviathan

It should've been a problem free fight.

The year was currently 1901, and they were in some Colombian village where Savage was currently hiding out. That's how the man managed to stay hidden throughout all of history despite placing himself near people of power; he moved to the other side of the world every decade or so.

Long story short the team had tried stealing some information that was about to be used to place their enemy a little to close to the top of Colombian government and of course that would have deadly consequences for some people. They got caught, as usual, and so the fight had ensued. It's only 1901, so the attackers hardly had effective weapons, but what they lacked in firepower the more than made up for in numbers. Sara was surrounded, taking out her attackers with her Bo, when things started going wrong. She could feel herself getting tired, far more quickly than she normally does, but then it got worse. Her world started spinning. In a matter of seconds she had gone from her usual, razor sharp, focus to barely being able to see straight. She felt like she was going to pass out, and that is exactly what happened.

"Sara!" Ray called out, he wasn't far from the blonde and saw her go down, and he saw that it wasn't one of Savage's men who took her out. At first he was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him, that there is no possible way Sara Lance just fainted in the middle of a fire fight. But the how or why she was down didn't exactly matter right now, what mattered was that Savage's men were about to make sure she never woke up.

One of them aimed his gun at her chest, and before Ray could react a trail of blue fury froze the man where he stood. That was when Ray noticed that Snart was running away from his own fight and hurrying to hold off anyone who dare attack Sara while she's down.

"Yet he claims they're just friends," Ray thought to himself as he finally snapped out of his daze and returned to helping Snart, Rory, and Firestorm hold off the guards.

"Kendra, grab Sara and get back to the Waverider!" He shouted over to his fiancée, he loves being able to call her that, as she hurried over to their fallen teammate.

"What happened to her?!" She shouted in alarm, not being able to find any visible injuries on Sara.

"Ask Gideon!" Snart shouted back and she nodded, she then scooped up Sara's limp form in her arms, spread her wings, and took off.

"What happened?!" Rip demanded to know when Kendra flew into the ship with Sara in her arms, the fact that Sara's eyes were dazed and half lidded is what really had him worried.

"I don't know, I didn't see her go down." Kendra explained in a panic as she retracted her wings and set Sara on her feet, though the other woman still leaned heavily on her.

"I, I, I fainted." Sara supplied, despite the cloudiness of her mind and the tired slur of her words there was still one emotion beyond relevant on her face; worry.

That worry was replicated in the form of Rip and Kendra's stunned faces; clearly neither of them had expected to hear it wasn't a guard who had taken her out.

"Get her to the med bay," The Captain finally ordered Kendra, bringing her back to reality along with himself, Sara seemed to perk up a little bit as well.

Kendra nodded and began helping Sara along, although the other woman tried to walk on her own it didn't go well and it reminded Kendra of leading along a drunk Mick, something they have all done by now.

"What do you think caused it?" Sara asked, her voice still slurring the words but they were a little more clear and she was able to make eye-contact this time, so Kendra marked those things down as belonging to the plus category.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's nothing." Really, she wasn't totally lying. Yes, the fact that Sara had fainted at all was downright terrifying, but the fact that she seemed to be bouncing back gave Kendra hope that it might not be anything they need to worry about. "Just sit down," she said in as calm and nurturing of a voice as she could manage as she led Sara over to the medical chair.

Sara followed Kendra's orders and instantly she felt better. Her still dizzying world suddenly snapped back into focus and she could think clearly again. It was like all she needed to do was sit down. She briefly contemplated the idea of not even bothering to have Gideon run a scan, but even if she decided on that idea it was too late.

"Gideon, can you scan Sara and figure out why she fainted during our fight?" Kendra requested whilst taking off her helmet, glad to let her hair fall back into place.

"Of course Miss Saunders," The AI's robotic voice rang out and not even a second later a line of blue light was roaming it's way over Sara's body. "Miss Lance appears to be suffering from minor dehydration as well as slight hypoglycemia," both women became extremely nervous for a second before they remembered that hypoglycemia is the medical term for low blood sugar, meaning Sara simply hadn't eaten enough today. "Her blood stream is also lacking in the recommended amount of Folic acid, I can administer an IV and prescribe some prenatal vitamins as treatment."

The room went silent.

Sara and Kendra, despite the obvious differences in their personalities, had the exact same reaction. Their eyes had gone wide and their eyebrows had shot up to their hairlines.

"Gideon," Sara finally managed to say, albeit in a shaky voice. "Why would I need prenatal vitamins?" God she was hoping there's another use for those than the one she knows.

"It appears, Miss Lance, that you are seven and a half weeks along in the gestation process known as pregnancy." The AI's ever-chipper voice was obviously unaware of just how disastrous this news was and while Kendra's eyes actually managed to widen more, a feat that shouldn't have been physically possible, Sara's just closed and she all but slammed her head back against the chair with a sigh.

"Sara?"

"It was one time," Sara sighed in defeat as a response to Kendra's question, but before she could go any further into detail, which she did not want to do, Rip's voice came shouting down the hall.

"We have to jump now!" He screamed towards the med bay, Kendra looked to Sara as if to ask if she even wanted to go but the blonde was already getting up from her seat.

"Sara-"

"Just please, don't say anything, not now." She practically begged and Kendra nodded.

"Of course," she agreed and with that the two ran off for the bridge.

They arrived on the bridge, Sara's head now spinning for a whole new set of reasons, and when Kendra sat down next to Ray that left only one seat open for her; the one next to Snart.

"You ok?" He asked as she slid into the vacant chair, only looking slightly rattled, and pulling down her restraint.

"Fine, I was just dehydrated." She replied, loud enough so that the others would hear and not question her later, but then of course they jumped.

Time jumping had always felt like a rollercoaster to Sara, a really intense rollercoaster. First there are the restraints that seemed to have actually come from a rollercoaster, but then there was the fact that it always sent her stomach dropping. This time, with the knowledge that she could (could because she can't bring herself to admit that Gideon had said she IS pregnant) have an actual baby inside of her, it felt a thousand times worse. When they landed she felt everything she normally feels: the utter relief in her heart, the blinding light as her eyes adjust, the headache, and the nausea. But this time the nausea was worse than the headache, which it almost never is. It's not just from the jump this time; it's from what just happened five minutes ago in the med bay. It's what Gideon told her, the earth shattering diagnosis the AI had given her had been more than enough to make her feel like there was a rock in her stomach, and the jump back or maybe even forward who knows how many years did NOT help. So before she knew it she was hunched over, heaving up her lunch.

"Vomiting is another side effect of time travel, I'm honestly amazed it took one of you this long to have it." Rip said in his usual urgent voice, Sara assumed he was hurrying off to the control table.

Just as she was finishing she felt Snart's hand awkwardly pat her back, clearly he didn't know what to do but also felt guilty standing up and leaving her to be sick.

That only made her gut twist more.

"There, there." He said awkwardly before she began to straighten up. She made eye contact with him and instantly regretted it; she could tell that he was worried. She's worried too, and she couldn't let him see that, so she got up and headed over to the control table with him not far behind her.

Rip explained that they were currently somewhere in the middle ages, he said something about Savage and something about something else that Sara paid no attention to. She was far too distracted by her thoughts.

"It appears, Miss Lance, that you are seven and a half weeks along in the gestation process known as pregnancy." Gideon's robotic voice was on a torturous loop in her head, the words playing over and over despite the many times she tried to silence them.

"Sara?" Rip, thankfully, cut through her thoughts and brought her back to reality when he realized that she wasn't paying attention. "Are you ok?" He continued to ask, it was only then that Sara noticed Kendra eyeing her nervously.

"Yeah," she said, standing up straight and noticing just how heavily she had been leaning on the table. "Can I go back to the med bay? Gideon didn't get around to giving me an IV before we had to jump." She explained, suddenly her skin felt cold and clammy and she thought that she might faint again.

"Of course," Rip replied, "Mr. Snart can you bring her, make sure she gets there?" He asked, looking at Sara he could see all the color had left her face.

Snart nodded and despite how much Sara wanted to insist that she could make it to the med bay on her own she couldn't think clearly enough to argue, so instead she just set off with Snart trailing behind her.

"So, do you want to tell me why you really fainted?" Snart asked as the two of them entered the med bay.

"What?" Sara asked, taking a seat on the chair while he headed over to the IV stand.

"You're a trained assassin who went through the training twice, you're not stupid enough to forget to drink enough water." He pointed out as he administered the IV to her.

"Rookie mistake I know, but it happens to the best of us." She excused and to be fair she wasn't totally lying, dehydration was indeed the reason she fainted, among other things.

Truth of not Snart didn't seem to believe it.

"Nice try," he said,

"Look can you just leave me alone Snart?" She snapped impatiently, and she didn't mean to, but she was having a hard enough time wrapping her head around Gideon's diagnosis without him interrogating her.

At first he looked slightly taken back by her outburst, and despite the guilt that she felt for it she still held his gaze with a determined glare, until finally he let what almost turned into a staring contest end.

"Yeah," he said and walked out of the room.

Sara let out a sigh once he was gone, running one hand over her face. What was she going to do? What could she do?

Sleep, that's what she could do. She could take a nap and allow the IV to get her system back on normal levels. She could go to sleep and let her head clear, and then she'd wake up and be able to deal with… the situation.

She kept her right arm, the one with the IV needle protruding from it, at her side and almost set her left hand on her stomach like she normally does when she sleeps on her back but she stopped herself. Her hand just hovered over it for a moment, hovering over it as if the skin beneath her shirt was on fire and she didn't want to burn herself. Eventually she gave a sigh of defeat and used the arm as a pillow instead; right now she couldn't bear to even think about it.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you," It was Kendra's presence and apologetic voice that she awoke to, the other woman was standing in the doorway of the med bay.

"No, don't worry." Sara yawned as she rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking over at the clock and realizing that she had been asleep for nearly two hours. "I needed to get up." She continued before disconnecting the IV from herself.

The room was quiet for a minute, Kendra just standing in the door and Sara sitting on the medical bed staring into space.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kendra finally asked but Sara shook her head,

"Not right now," she mumbled, to be honest she wanted to never talk about it, but that isn't going to be an option.

"Ok," Kendra said understandingly, she knew that this had to be a lot for Sara to take in.

"I don't believe in abortion," The blonde finally said after another minute or two of silence, Kendra looked up to see her finally meeting her eyes. "I just, I don't…" She trailed off, and Kendra saw that there were tears pooling up in the corners of her eyes.

"So-"

"I don't know," Sara cut her off, her voice cracking with the tears. She's far from being an expert on pregnancy; she gave up all plans of ever having children after Lian Yu and never thought she would need to know. But she took child development in high school and still remembers a little. She remembers something about a baby, or fetus, or whatever it's scientifically called at this point, develops a heartbeat at six weeks. According to Gideon she's seven and a half weeks along, meaning that her baby has a heartbeat.

Her baby.

She, Sara the White Canary Lance, has a baby inside of her.

It was then that Kendra finally moved from her spot and came to sit beside Sara on the chair, but the instant she did Sara stood up. She could feel her walls coming down, crashing down actually, like a huge earthquake had erupted through her mind and demolished everything inside.

"I'm gonna go to my room," she announced as she left.

She walked briskly down the hall, with no idea where the rest of the team was but very grateful that none of them seemed to be around. When she finally reached her room the first thing she did was lock the door, and then she lost it.

She fell to her knees, a powerful and strangled sob finally being allowed escape from her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried, eventually falling onto her side and curling into what she was going to call armadillo position, because no way was she using the word fetal. While she was lying there the sight of one of her knives caught her eye, and she got onto a horrible and unwanted train of thought.

She's killed.

She has murdered people. Not just in the heat of the moment, in the middle of the fire, but set out with a plan to murder someone in cold blood. How could a person like that ever possibly be a mother?

Sara felt herself starting to cry harder at the thought, and suddenly she didn't want to be alone anymore. She pushed herself up off her floor and unlocked the door before marching out into the hallway, desperately in need of help.

Kendra was sitting on her and Ray's bed reading a book; Ray was down in the brig with Mick. Apparently Mick could've broken out of that cell any time he wanted and so the two of them were now adjusting the room's security measures. They had been down there for a while now so when the door opened it was Ray she expected to see, not Sara. Furthermore she never in her life, or in any life, expected to see Sara with her face red, eyes puffy, and tears streaming down her cheeks. The two women just stared at each other for a minute, before Kendra made the first move by setting down her book and sitting up a little straighter. Sara responded to this almost immediately, and she did so by running the short distance across the room and crawling onto the bed. She curled up and leaned heavily into Kendra's side as the other woman put her arm around her. Sara pressed her face against her friend's chest and cried hard, Kendra wrapped her in a fuller hug.

"It's ok," she found herself murmuring as she gently smoothed Sara's golden hair. "It's ok," she continued.

It didn't help; in fact Sara's sobs actually grew louder. The sheer amount that she was trembling had Kendra worrying more than she already had been earlier. Obviously this was not something Sara had planned on happening, but Kendra thought that Sara of all people could be strong through it. No, it was more than that. When Gideon gave the diagnosis she had expected Sara to be strong, because with Sara there is no other way. She adjusts, she adapts, she shuts herself off while she processes reality and then she deals with it. There are no emotions involved unless she wants there to be; that is how she functions. She never, EVER, breaks down. Sure, she's seen Sara upset or angry before; the woman does HAVE emotions after all. But this is more than being a little upset; this is a full-blown meltdown.

Just then, Ray came in. But Sara didn't seem to notice and he stopped short upon seeing the scene inside the room. Kendra didn't speak, just shot him a look that asked he leave them alone and not tell anybody what he's seen. He nodded and closed the door; off to keep himself busy somewhere else until Sara's dealt with whatever she needs Kendra's help dealing with.

"It's ok," Kendra muttered again, but the truth is, it isn't ok.

Sara's already told her that she doesn't believe in abortion, meaning that whether she keeps it or not in the end she is having this baby.

This baby.

Sara Lance, The White Canary, the absolute toughest member of the team in Kendra's opinion, is having a baby.

It's almost too much for Kendra to believe, so she can only imagine how hard it must be for Sara to get her head around. If her relentless stream of tears is any indication then it must be pretty hard, if not impossible. It was a long while before the blonde finally began to calm down, and a while longer before either she or Kendra said anything.

"I'm not cut out to be a mom," it was Sara, surprisingly, who broke the silence.

"Sara that's crazy," Kendra assured her as her friend pulled out of their hug and sat to look her in the eyes.

"Is it?" She asked, truly seeming to believe that she can't be a mother. "Even putting aside the fact that I'm ex-assassin on a manhunt through time, I just spent the past half hour curled up against you crying like I'm a baby, there is no way I'm qualified to have one." She continued, her eyes were still wet and slightly puffy from all the crying but her voice was back to its normal strength so Kendra put that as a good sign.

Much as Kendra wanted to argue, she could tell that her efforts would be futile. Sara isn't meaning what she's saying, not to say that she won't mean it later on, but right now the words are coming from denial that this is even happening and not her true confidence in her maternal abilities.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked but Sara only shrugged,

"What's there to talk about?" She asked; Kendra gave a deep sigh.

"Well for starters…" she trailed off, Sara biting her lower lip with an embarrassed smile as her she closed her eyes and nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed, that was a good and necessary place to start.

"You said it was only one time?" Kendra asked once her friend had opened her eyes and appeared ready to have this conversation, or ready to force herself to have it anyway.

"Yeah," she replied with another nod, "It was one time."