"Caesar. Hitler. Per Degaton. Rank amateurs compared to Savage." Rip Hunter was standing in the center or a large room with a spotlight on him. Around him, standing in small areas (imagine a VIP booth at a play or the opera), were men and women in red robes varying in age and race. "His forces have already claimed the lives of billions. And if we possess the means to stop him, and again do nothing, then their blood in on our hands."

"As a Time Master of long standing, you seem to forget our responsibility is to protect the timeline, not humanity," one of the men reminded him. "You wish to engage in the very sort of manipulation of time that we are sworn to prevent."

"And yet, if we allow humanity to perish at the hands of evil, then what universe are we custodians of?" Rip asked him.

"What if, in trying to save the world from Savage, you make it vulnerable to another, more terrible despot?" Another man asked.

"We are not warriors, Captain Hunter," a third told him. "We possess no army."

"And I'm not asking for one," Rip told them. "Just a single timeship and your permission to change history before Vandal Savage puts an end to it. I'm not appealing to you as Time Masters, but as humans, please. Grant me the authority to change the timeline just this once." He begged.


"How'd the council meeting go, Captain Hunter?" Rip's ship AI, Gideon, asked him.

"Exactly as expected, Gideon," He told her making his way through the ship to the bridge.

"So we are proceeding?" she asked him.

"Indeed," he told her before walking through the doors to the bridge. "Prepare the Waverider for takeoff. Set a course. United States. Star City. January 2016."

"Ah, the early second millennium A.D. The golden age of gasoline engines, online pornography, and those silly little smartphones," she listed off. "What are we going to retrieve, Captain?"

"Oh, not what," he corrected her. "Who. I need you to pull up some files, Gideon. The nine men and women who'll be joining us on our little crusade."

"You usually prefer to work alone, Captain," she pointed out.

"This time, I'll need a team." Gideon set up the right era and place and he pushed a lever to get the Waverider where he needed to go.


"Last but not least, Andrea Labonair. Alpha to the Cresent Pack of werewolves and hybrid."

French Quarter, 2016

I sat at the edge of the dock where I'd said goodbye to my friend, Andrew Kenner. Andrew had sacrificed himself for my husband-to-be, Jackson. He'd attacked a 900-year-old vampire and had his heart ripped out which bought Klaus and Elijah time to barter a deal for our lives. While my marriage was political and arranged by my parents and his, this was the best way to save the pack. But, I didn't love him like Hayley, my cousin, did Elijah. At least she could be happy with him while raising her little girl with her father, Klaus, Elijah's younger brother.

"Andrea!" I turned and smiled at the blond hybrid.

"Why are you here, Klaus?" I asked him. "You know the wolves hate vampires out here."

"Yet they allow you," he pointed out.

"I'm their Alpha, not much of an option," I said before looking back out at the water.

"You miss him." It wasn't a question so I didn't reply. He reached his hand out to me from where he stood and I just gave it a look. "I know what will cheer you up."

"What cheers me up and what cheers you up are two different things," I pointed out while taking his hand.

"Believe me, I'm well aware."

"Won't Cami miss you?" I asked him and he gave me a look.

"Cami and I are dealing with her transition our own way, but right now my best friend needs me." He pulled me to his car and we drove off to one of the many clubs in New Orleans that the local vampires fed from. They'd change their location every time, so I never knew which one they'd pick and gotten to avoiding them all.

"Really?" I asked giving him another look.

"Yes," he answered. "A party is just what you need. And a good meal." I rolled my eyes but followed him inside the club. The music could be felt through my bones and I laughed as he pulled me to the dance floor. Klaus and I had never been romantic we just understood each other, and at the time we'd met that was what we'd needed the most. The journey we'd gone through after that had cost me my mortal life, but a little miracle baby blood and I was right as rain. As we danced we talked and laughed about the past.

At the stroke of midnight, the feast started and I grabbed a man close to me and fed off him. He was a tourist who was high and drunk. His blood tasted like the drugs and booze he'd put into his system.

"May I cut in?" I released my fangs from the man's neck to see a man in the trench coat lift his arm and point some silver thing in my face. I then saw a bright light before falling into darkness.


Star City, 2016

When I woke up, I was laying next to a boy not much older than I appeared to be.

"Ah!" someone said at the other end of the line of people.

"What a headache," a man with a scratchy voice said.

"Stein? What the hell are you doing here?" a third, familiar voice asked.

"I'm as ignorant as you for once," a fourth, older voice said.

"Where are we?" a woman asked.

"Ah!"

"Why don't you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us?" the boy next to me asked. "British dude with a flashy thing? Ring any bells?"

"And where is our mysterious kidnapper so I can rip his throat out?" I asked stretching my back. I could still feel the blood on my face, dry now and I started scratching it off the best I could.

"The name's Rip Hunter." We all turned to see the man from the club who'd knocked me out. "I'm from east London. Oh, and the future."

"First the past, now the future," I complained as we all stood up. "Life's full of annoyances."

"Nice to meet you, Rip," the man with the scratchy voice said going for the gun on his side.

"Uh, while you were incapacitated, I may have tampered with your weapons," Rip told scratchy.

"Not all our weapons can be tampered with," I said with a smirk feeling my fangs drop and knew my eyes had changed colors.

"No, but I trust you'll hear me out before trying to kill me as your friend did," he said and I shrugged. "I've assembled you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because of a man by the name of Vandal Savage."

"That can't be," the only guy who didn't talk before said. "We destroyed him."

"Yeah, the Green Arrow and Flash helped us do it," the woman beside him said.

"And therein lay the problem," Rip told the pair. "Unless you or Mr. Hall deliver the death blow, Savage can be restored from but a single cell."

"What the hell you talking about?" scratchy asked him.

"Vandal is immortal. Kendra and I reincarnate," leather guy explained.

"Yeah, I've done that," the blonde woman said.

"Been there, done something like that," I commented.

"And what the hell does this Randall guy got to do with us?" scratchy asked.

"Vandal," Rip corrected. "In the future, he will employ the evil he's perfected over his long life, and the power he has amassed throughout history, to finally conquer the world. I've been tasked with assembling an elite team to stop him."

"How?" the blonde asked him.

"To travel through time," Rip told us, his hand moving through the air. "To capture Savage before he grows into the monster he becomes."

"Seems to me like he's not exactly going to make that easy for you if he's been perfecting it since... whenever he came from," I commented thinking of when the Mystic Falls crew tried to stop Klaus from taking Elena.

"You got the wrong guy," the familiar voice said and my eyes widened as he walked past me. No wonder he was so familiar! I did my best to hide my face from him as he moved past Rip. "Hero ain't on my resume."

"Or mine," scratchy, who I saw was none other than Mick Rory, said following him.

"I know it's difficult for you to fathom, but where-when I'm from, the year 2166, you and everyone on this roof aren't just considered heroes... You're legends." Rip told him.

"Legends?" Robocop asked, suddenly getting interested.

"I, um, I hate to nitpick, but doesn't a legend have to be dead?" the older man, Stein Snart called him, asked.

"Yeah, see, us, that's a deal breaker for me, so I'm gonna pass," the boy I woke up next to said.

"Unless you all plan to live to very old ages, you'll all be dead by 2166 anyway," I pointed out.

"It's dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures, but I am here because each of you, as individuals, is destined for greatness."

"I could get behind that," Robocop said.

"I have people who need me in the here and now," I said going to the ledge. No way I was going to walk by Leonard Snart with how I'd left things all those years ago.

"Well, Miss Labonair, if you nine don't follow me, this is what is in store for your world 150 years from now." He pulled something out from his pocket and pressed a button on it. The building around us seemed to melt in a sea of red and orange from fires you could see through multiple windows. The sky was filled with smoke and I closed my eyes and looked away. "I could have chosen any time and any place." I looked up to see the city back to normal. "Of all the people who ever lived, I chose you nine. I certainly I hope that you won't let me, and the world, down." He walked past Lenny and Mick to Stein and handed him a card. "If your answer is yes, meet me at this address in 36 hours. I waited for a moment as Rip left the roof before going to Stein and looking at the card. Some of the others stayed and talked about their decision, but I just walked back to the edge. I felt eyes on me and turned to see Lenny staring at me. I stared for a moment, before dropping from the edge and running back to find a vehicle to steal (which turned out to be a motorcycle), and drove back to New Orleans.


French Quarter, 2016

When I got back home, I went straight to the compound.

"Klaus!" I shouted out for him.

"Why are you shouting this time?" Klaus asked quietly. "Hope is asleep. You wake her and I'll snap your neck."

"Then you won't get to hear my fun, fun story," I said, moving upstairs to join him.

"Where did he take you?" Klaus asked me.

"Star City and just wait until I tell you the whole story."


After explaining everything about Rip and the mission he'd wanted us all to go on.

"Shouldn't you be talking to your future husband about this?" he asked motioning to the engagement ring on my finger before pouring us a glass of bourbon.

"I'll talk to Jackson later, but right now I wanted to talk to you. Get your opinion on the situation," I told him.

"You mean you want me to tell you what to do," he corrected with a smirk and I rolled my eyes as he handed me the glass.

"No, I want an opinion," I said. "It's not my fault your opinions sound like orders. And you've never minded giving me orders before."

"Traveling through time is different than getting a girl so I can break a curse," he told me and I sighed. "Andrea, is there another reason you want me to tell you what to do?" I stared down at my hands, the tanzanite stone, my favorite, on my ring flashing in the light.

"I saw him tonight," I told him. He'd know who I meant. Klaus and I kept very little from each other.

"Your first love," he said and I nodded. He sat next to me on his couch. I could feel him staring at me, yet he was surprisingly quiet.

"I haven't seen Lenny since my first full moon," I said before smiling at the memory. "He tried to save me from turning. He'd wanted to save me from the pain. Even ordered me not to die."

"He sounds like a good man," Klaus said softly.

"He'd never admit it, but yea," I nodded before looking back up at Klaus. "He's a criminal. One of the best, actually."

"You followed his career," he laughed and I looked back down in my glass. "You still love him."

"That was a lifetime ago," I said and he just smirked at me. "I was a different person back then. Human, for starters. A thief, for another."

"Well then you haven't changed much," he laughed and I gave him a look before joining him. When we'd met, after my fourth or fifth full moon, he'd "hired" me to get whatever he'd needed. I'd turned in early 1990 and my aging slowed due to my werewolf nature. It was easy for me to sneak into places he'd needed me to. Like the local high school in Mystic Falls, Virginia before they even knew Klaus was on his way. "Andrea." I looked up at him. "Talk to Jackson and see what he says, but only you can decide what you're going to do. And who you want."

"I'm marrying Jackson," I reminded him. "I know what I have to do."

"This from the woman who convinced me to be honest with Camille about my feelings," he reminded me. "Should I return the advice?"

"I know what my feelings are," I told him. "But I have a duty to my pack. That requires me to stay here and marry Jackson. Not travel through time with a man I grew up with and a bunch of strangers."

"Hayley can temporarily take your place until you return. Plus, with you being a time traveler," I laughed at him. "You can return to the exact time you left. No time passes for us while you have your little adventure."


I sighed sitting in the driver's seat in my car before getting the courage to get out and go into the cabin Jackson had been living in. He looked up from the stove and smiled at me, his bow and arrows close by.

"Hey, Andrea," he greeted.

"Hey. I got an offer to travel and help save the world. Which now sounds like a line from some cartoon," I rambled.

"Klaus called me when you were taken from the club by that guy," he told me. "Said he had some sort of flashy gun."

"Klaus did not say "flashy gun"," I laughed.

"I may have paraphrased," he chuckled.

"He offered to let me travel through time with him and a team he put together to stop a future, immortal dictator before he takes over the world," I told him.

"You want to take it." I nodded. He sighed before turning back to his meal.

"You and Hayley can run the pack as Alpha until I get back. And since I'll be traveling in time I could return a few seconds after I left. I might not be gone very long," I told him.

"What about the wedding?" he asked me.

"The wedding will still happen, Jackson," I told him.

"Who knows how long this will take, Andrea," he pointed out.

"For you, it could just be a few days so I can travel to where I need to meet the team and back."

"And for you?"

"I don't know." He moved to stand in front of me and took my hands in his with a smile.

"You know I'll support you with whatever you want to do." I smiled up at him. "I'll even drop you off."

"Which means you might pick me up."


Star City, 2016

When we arrived at the place I was to meet Rip and the team, it was empty. Jackson and I sat in his truck and waited as the others gathered until a convertible holding the Professor and boy I'd woken up next to with Rip originally kidnapped us. The boy was asleep in the passenger seat. I climbed out of Jackson's truck and was soon joined by the others as we made our way to the Professor.

"Professor!" Snart called out as we made our way to him. "This is the place."

"I think we're being punked," Robocop said. "Do people still say "punked"? Ray Palmer, by the way."

"No," the blonde woman and I said together.

"Sara Lance."

"Andrea Labonair."

"I see your buddy threw himself a going-away party," Hall said looking at the boy. "I'm Carter Hall. This is Kendra Saunders." Kendra waved at us.

"Yes, I believe he drank something that didn't quite agree with him," the Professor said. It wasn't a lie per se, but there was something off. I breathed in deeply and could smell the laced alcohol and smirked. "My name is Professor Martin Stein. This is my partner, Jefferson Jackson."

"I bet."

"You don't look too happy to be here," Snart said looking at the woman next to Hall. "Leonard Snart. Mick Rory."

"Perceptive."

"Who are you?" he asked looking at Jackson. I hadn't noticed him following me with the others.

"I'm just here to drop my girl off." I took a deep breath before glancing at Snart. He stared between the two of us.

"Well, I see you've all decided to come." We turned our attention to see Rip walking towards us. "Well then, we can be on our way."

"I ain't footing it anywhere," Snart said and I shook my head.

"I would hope not or this journey would take a lot longer than I'd like," I said sarcastically. He gave me a look which I returned.

"A Time Master's sacred charge is to do no harm to the timeline," Rip told us and I grew confused at his words. "Can you imagine what a timeship would look like in, say, Victorian England?

"Holographic indigenous camouflage projection," the Professor said. I think I understood three words but not all together.

"Indeed," Rip said proudly. He pulled something out before pressing a button on it. A ship revealed itself to us and my mouth fell open at what was now before us. "It's called the Waverider. It's been my ship for over a decade. Shall we?" he asked before going onboard. I started to follow with the others when Jackson grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. He hugged me tightly to him.

"Be careful and come back in one piece," he whispered.

"I will be," I told him. "Don't forget, I'm a lot harder to kill now." I pulled away with a smile before running to join the others.

Once inside the ship, I looked around in amazement.

"This is beautiful," I said to no one in particular.

"So, that's the man in your life?" I sighed before turning to Snart.

"He's the man I'm going to marry if that's what your asking," I told him. "Not that it's any of your business."

"A man can't be curious to what happened to his childhood friend who doesn't look like she's aged a day in 26 years?" he asked me.

"You knew me when I was just Andrea Ladonair," I reminded him. "A lots changed in my life since I was 16 years old."

"And the fact that you haven't aged?"

"I have aged, but not for the last five years." I walked away from him to the bridge with the others and smiled at the sight. There was a chair in front of nine others set up in threes. In the middle one of the sets, the sleeping boy was strapped in and ready to go.

"Whatever you roofied him with I'd like some," Mick told the Professor, swinging his arm around the older man's shoulders.

"I did not roofie him," the Professor insisted.

"No, you just drugged him," I corrected.

"I have never seen anything like this," Kendra said in amazement.

"Neither have I, considering I have 4,000 years worth of memories, that's saying something," Carter said following her.

"Obviously none from the future then," I said sarcastically.

"No, just all the memories of my past lives," he told me.

"How does a vessel of this size function without a crew?" the Professor asked.

"I don't need one," Rip told him. "I have Gideon."

"Welcome aboard." A blue holographic head appeared in the center of the table. "I am Gideon, an interactive artificial consciousness programmed to operate this vessel's critical systems and aid Captain Hunter in his mission."

"Captain?" Snart asked him.

"Gideon's been working on helping me locate Vandal Savage," Rip told us dodging the question.

"I thought you said he's pretty active in the 22nd century," Ray said.

"Making going after him then a stupid idea," I told him.

"Miss Ladonair is correct," the Professor said. "Perhaps engaging Savage at the height of his powers isn't the strategy."

"Indeed," Rip agreed. "Unfortunately, Savage kept his movements hidden throughout history. Not even Gideon can determine where or when we can find him. But I have the next best thing: the man who can. Professor Aldus Boardman. Professor Boardman is the world's leading-well, only-expert on Vandal Savage. We're gonna pay him a visit."

"Course plotted for St. Roch, New Orleans."

"Home sweet home. Sort of," I said.

"St. Roch?" Carter asked.

"October 17, 1975."

"I suggest you all strap yourselves in," Rip said going to the seat in front of the others. "Temporal navigation isn't something one wants to be standing up for." He strapped himself in and we all quickly followed suit. The Professor, a sleeping Jefferson, and Sara all sat next to each other. Ray, Carter, and Kendra shared a section which left me sitting next to Snart who sat next to Mick.

"Time travel. Cool," Mick said with a grin on his face as he lowered the roller coaster looking straps.

"Some of you may experience some slight discomfort," Rip warned. "In very rare instances, there will be some, uh, bleeding from the eyeballs."

"I'm sorry, what?" Kendra asked shocked.

"And what can we expect to happen to us?" I asked him slightly annoyed. He simply ignored us before hitting a button.

"The human body is used to time unfolding linearly," Rip explained to us.

"Oh," I looked to see Jefferson waking up.

"Jefferson, I'm so glad you're awake," the Professor said excitedly. "I didn't want you to miss this."

"Miss what?" the poor boy asked confused. "What the-" Jefferson tried getting himself out of his harness.

"No, I wouldn't unfasten those if I were you," Rip told him.

"Get me off this-whatever this thing is!" Jefferson ordered angrily.

"Good luck explaining this," Sara told him.

"I did him a favor," the Professor told us and I started laughing.

"He doesn't look all that grateful," Snart added.

"Just hang on and remain calm," Rip ordered. He turned his chair around. "All your worlds are about to change." He pushed a lever and we left 2016.