Prologue:

Her crew was sitting at a large table in the Time Bureau's headquarters. Sara Lance looked around the table at her fellow Legends. Ray Palmer was sitting still, with that goofy smile flashing at anyone he made eye contact with. Mick Rory was busy playing games on his phone, not paying attention to anyone around him. Nate Heywood was looking around nervously at the various agents. Zari Tomaz was just sitting with her arms crossed, looking very inconvenienced. Wally West was jittery, struggling to sit still for a long period of time. Every single one of them would do anything for her, even die for her. Still didn't make this meeting any less stressful.

To her immediate right was John Constantine. It had only been twelve hours since he dropped a dragon's head in front of them on Aruba, telling them that their incident with Mallus also freed other demons. It's typical, really. Whenever they save all of time, something somehow screws them over.

Constantine was getting glares from the Time Bureau agents who were watching them. He had just lit up a cigarette, and the agents were pointing at the "No Smoking" sign that was right behind them. Rather than put it out, he instead took a drag and blew the smoke up into the air. He looked over at Sara and the two traded smirks.

After what felt like ages, the woman of the hour showed up: Ava Sharpe, the Time Bureau's director and Sara's girlfriend. She was followed by two men. The first Sara immediately recognizes as Gary. Gary was a bumbling but well-meaning agent, who had his heart in the right place. Admittedly, he had grown on Sara a bit since they first met. She still wouldn't let him drive the Waverider if she could help it. The other man walking in with Ava looked vaguely familiar to Sara, but what she mostly noticed was how surly he looked. He eyed the Legends as if they were a classroom of unruly children, and he was the new teacher brought in to whip them into shape.

Gary was still wearing his Constantine costume. How and why he came to dress like that will forever remain one of life's greatest mysteries. He waved to the Legends as he took a seat left of Ava, who looked incredibly tired. Sara was guessing she was up all night dealing with this.

"Greetings, Legends." she said, sitting down. "I assume you guys know why you're in here?"

"Yeah. We set a bunch of monsters loose." Mick was once again displaying his skill of pointing out the painfully obvious.

Ava sighed. "Yes, Mr. Rory. It's about the Fugitives."

Before she could continue, the man who was with her interrupted. "Fugitives are the monsters that are now all throughout time. These are worse than the aberrations and the anachronisms. These could cause time to unravel and cause everything we know to-"

"-fall apart and destroy everything we've ever known," Sara and the others said in perfect unison, and then she said, "seriously, we've heard this spiel from so many people. Who do you even think you are anyway?"

Ava gave Sara a I-love-you-but-please-stop-talking look, but it was too late. This man's nostrils flared, and his eyebrows narrowed towards Sara.

"My name is David Clinton," he said with forced calm. "I am the new liaison between the Time Bureau and the Executive Branch of the US government, meaning that I can have your ship decommissioned and all of you brought before a federal judge before you can even say-"

"Oh, put a sock in it you bloody tosser." The only person who could make the situation worse than Mick was Constantine. "They screwed up, sure, but I'm sure we've all accidentally released a demon or two in our lives. I did after a few drinks a while back. It was ugly."

This was followed by dead silence. Ava buried her face in her hand. Where did Sara know David from? The name sounded familiar…

Finally, Ray stood up. "Look," he said to the room at large. "This is all a lot to process, and we still have time to figure out what to do while these changes are in flux. I say we all take a few minutes to relax, and then we can come up with a plan.

Ava stood up. "Mr. Palmer is right. All of this isn't solving anything. Since the Bureau isn't that great at dealing with magic, I'm officially making the Legends the ones in charge of these 'Fugitives'."

David Clinton looked at her in shock and anger. "What?"

Ava gave him a dark look. "The Legends have...unorthodox methods, but they're the only reason we still have a timeline left to protect. Because of that, they're in charge."

"Fine." David looked like he was fit to burst. "These 'Legends' as you call them better not screw this up too badly, or I will be talking to my direct superior at the White House. Mark my words."

David stormed off, leaving his mug of coffee unattended. Sara immediately remembered who he was. "Oh God…"

"Well, he seems nice," Zari cut in.

"Well, I don't know about you all," Mick said, "but I for one have always wanted to beat up a demon one-on-one. I'll be on the ship."

Mick walked off. Ava sighed. "Well, I guess the meeting's over. You're all dismissed,"

Wally sped off as soon as the words exited her mouth. One by one, the Legends all left. Constantine made sure to drop his cigarette in David's coffee on the way out. Finally, Sara was the only Legend left. The other agents followed until it was just Sara and Ava left.

Before Sara could speak, Ava went first. "I know," she said. "He's a complete tool."

"Well, I was going to say something a bit more rude, but I figured Constantine ticked him off enough."

Ava cracked a smile. "It was pretty funny." Then her expression darkened. "Still, he is incredibly powerful. If he wanted to, he could make our lives a living hell. We need to tread carefully."

"I know," Sara replied. "He's already made one of mine."

"What do you mean?"

Sara stayed silent for a few seconds, and then spoke. "We went to school together. When we were eleven, my dad busted his parents for dealing drugs. It was around that time I was starting to discover that I liked girls as well as boys. Every day for three years, he tormented me. Called me names, got others to leave me out, pushed me down the stairs one time."

Ava looked horrified. "Sara…"

"He was transferred out when we started high school. I hoped I wouldn't have to see him again, but life seemed to have other plans."

Ava got up and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sara."

Sara got up and gave Ava a hug. "It's okay. I'll live."

A loud crash was heard in the background, and the two disengaged their hug.

"Sorry, love," Sara said. "Duty calls."

Ava smiled in spite of herself. "Don't worry, Sara. I'm sure this will all blow over in a few weeks."