The two teenagers came to a smooth stop in the middle of a street. Emily gasped for breath, quickly putting her feet back on the ground.

She checked to make sure her pink hood was in place, along with her pink mask and gloves. Her dark pink cat suit looked fine, but she felt it ride up in awkward places.

"I hate when you do that," she hissed.

West smirked, glancing around the empty street. It was late, and cloudy. A few puddles littered the ground.

West's red and yellow suit was perfectly in place, as usual, but his dark hair was as unruly as ever, and he had pulled his goggles up, allowing his green eyes to take in the scene.

"It's different," he said. "It doesn't feel right."

"This is the past," Emily reminded. "Things are different. The Justice League isn't together yet, your dad isn't chief of police, and if I'm right, my dad is trying to put his Arrow days behind him." She looked around the empty street, fingering the tail of her braid. "It feels different because it isn't safe."

They stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the past and enjoying the quiet.

And then the night was shattered.

A scream echoed from an alley, and before the archer could blink, the speedster was gone. Grumbling to herself, she charged after him, knocking an arrow back in the process.

By the time Zipline got to the scene, Kid Flash had a guy against the wall. A girl stood off to the side, clutching her ankle and staring at Kid and her attacker in wonder.

Zipline kept her arrow trained on the attacker, slowly making her way to the victim. The girl was small, her eye make up smeared, and her hair a tangled mess.

Zipline easily flipped her voice modulator on, and crouched next to the girl.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice coming out horse.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. "I thought the vigilante was in Starling - and, you know, a guy. And green."

"He's a friend," Zipline brushed off, having to hide her surprise.

She knew she wasn't born yet, but having someone say they didn't know her...

"Zip," Kid called, and Emily looked up as the Kid Flash held the perp from behind. "Can you take care of her while I put this guy in jail?"

"Sure," she answered. "But don't you think it'll be a bit-"

There was a whoosh of air, and the archer finished her sentence with a sigh.

"-suspicious for a speedster who isn't the Flash to show up." She growled as she rubbed her face. "Men," she griped.

"You mean... That wasn't the Flash?" The woman asked, looking confused.

Zipline cocked an eyebrow. "No. The Flash's suit is red. Kids is yellow on red." She turned to fully face the girl. "Haven't you ever seen the Flash?"

The girl shook her head. "He ran by me one day. He was a blur." Her eyes were glazed over, and she smiled at the air. "He never stays long enough to be seen as anything more than that."

"Interesting," she murmured.

A blast of wind took both women by surprise, and when Zipline looked up, Kid had a grin etched on his face.

"Oh, man, Zip, you should have seen it," he laughed. "Gramps was on duty, and he nearly flipped when he saw me. Look, I got a picture." He pulled out his phone, but the glare on his girlfriend's face made him stop. "What'd I do?"

"Men," she repeated, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the girl who watched on in amusement. "Can you make it home alright by yourself?"

Glancing between the two masked heroes, she nodded and cautiously got to her feet. "Thank you," she said, and then ran out to the street.

The couple watched her go before turning back to each other.

"W- Kid, you can't just zip into the police department when no one knows who we are," Emily scolded. "I guarantee Joe has your dad on the phone right now."

West's face paled. "Oh," he said. "Shit."

"We'll have to split up," she decided. "Your dad may not be at his maximum speed yet, but he'll still be able to catch you."

"Thanks for the confidence, Babe," he muttered, but was ignored.

"I need to talk to past Mom and Dad while you talk to past Barry and Iris."

"Are you sure it wouldn't be easier to talk to them together?" West asked.

"Definitely not." Emily shook her head. "I'll be lucky if I can get through to my own dad. I can't imagine having to sit down and introduce myself as his daughter in one breath and then introducing my boyfriend in another."

West sighed. "Fine," he grumbled and swooped her up into his arms. "Ready?"

Shutting her eyes tight, and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she nodded. "Make it fast."

He laughed, and then he was running.

...

West left her outside of the lair with a kiss still burning on her cheek and a blush to match.

She entered the code (her mother's least favorite numbers, as usual), and stepped inside, looking around in wonder. It was different; more cold and dark.

Pictures didn't hang from the wall. Her computer was missing, and even that stupid hand turkey she made in the first grade was gone.

The lights didn't flicker on as she stepped in, so she had to scout out the light switch.

The blonde chuckled to herself. "2010's problems."

The air shifted. Emily ducked and rolled a second before an arrow lodged itself into the wall. Quick to retaliate, she crouched and had her bow drawn back in one solid movement.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice called.

A shadow moved, and her arrow was pointed at her uncles chest. A clack on the floor, and the point swiveled to meet her own mother. Something caught the light, and she was facing Auntie Thea. Laurel (and she felt a pang in her chest when she realized she only recognized her from pictures) stood behind her, glaring. Oliver was more hidden. He didn't move, didn't make a sound.

He was the one to watch out for.

"I didn't come to fight," she stated. "The opposite, actually. I'm here to help. Well, we. No, I, because West is in Central City. But still technically we, I guess." She shook her head. "Never mind. Let's stick with 'I don't want to fight.'"

She lowered her bow but didn't drop it. She stood tense and on guard, ready to defend herself at a moment's notice.

Her family regarded her with unease, none of them stepping down.

Slowly, Emily lowered her hood. There was a gasp as she removed her mask, and as she faced her mother, she could see the confusion.

"My name is Emily Moira Queen," she announced, "and I'm here to help save this city."