"So how do you propose we hide a spaceship?" Len asked Sara as the two of them went walking through the small town, the rest of the team on their way back to the Waverider.

"Hmm, a really big tarp?" Sara suggested, it was unclear if she was serious or not. Len eventually decided that she was probably joking but at the same time she truly couldn't come up with a better idea.

"There were some trees surrounding that field, maybe if we got some really sturdy chains and stole a really big truck." He mused, of course he was pretty much joking as well but their options aren't really looking all that realistic.

"Sorry to burst your bubble crook but we can't steal all that much since we're going to be sticking around, people will get suspicious." She said and he sighed, knowing she was right.

"This is why I never stay in one place too long," he said and she nodded but said nothing. "What about you?" He asked, the look on her face silently asking him to elaborate. "From the stories you've told you've been just about everywhere, can't imagine you stay put for very long."

"I tried once," she told him, "Tried to leave the league and take a page out of Oliver's book by becoming a vigilante but in the end I decided to go back. Wasn't even gone five minutes before my dad had a medical emergency and I had to go racing back to Starling, I died before I could leave again." She explained,

"Maybe it was a sign that you shouldn't have gone back to killing," he offered,

"I didn't," she told him and he looked curiously at her, waiting for her to elaborate further.

"Come on Snart, you know I had already quit the assassin gig before Rip recruited me." She said, trying to avoid the story of her resurrection.

"True but I didn't think it was your death that forced you to leave," he said and suddenly, unexpectedly, she turned on her heel and forced him to a stop.

"Well it was, coming back from the dead will do that to you." She said coldly before turning back around and continuing down the sidewalk, her pace more brisk than before.

Despite Rip's decision that he would stay with the rest of the team Jax weaseled his way out of spending the day trying get into that house. They didn't need him there; he'd just be standing in the background board out of his skull. Gray was surprisingly willing to let him go and wander the town on his own, but that's probably only because he knows just how disappointed he is that Kendra offered to pass herself off as his big sister. Rip was a little harder to convince but not much, not once he pointed out that somebody should scope out the town and Snart and Sara are only going to do so much of that while they try and find a way to hide the Waverider. So he managed to get the Captain's permission, even though that hardly counts for anything, to roam the small town and clear his head.

He walked all around, making a mental list of all the key places they would probably need to visit sooner or later. That list included a grocery store, a hardware store, and a police station. Ok that last one he was hoping they'd never need to visit but Snart hasn't completely given up his criminal ways so it's always good to know where they'll take him if he's ever caught stealing something here, not that Snart would let himself get caught but still. He had been walking for a while and was considering heading back to the Waverider when he found himself passing a garage with a help wanted sign in the window, and he stopped. They were going to be stuck here for a little while, and that thing Rip has to fake financial records just barely managed to give them what they needed for the house before it literally burst into flames. So with that out of commission at least some of them were going to need to find jobs if they want to be able to stay in the house, assuming they can even get it, and pay for food. So he almost went in, and when he didn't he knew that he would just be coming back here tomorrow, but he decided that it's late and he should probably head back and see how the others made out.

"You're a master criminal and assassin, was this really the best you could come up with!?" Rip demanded; the group was currently standing out by the Waverider while Rip through a hissy fit over Len and Sara's terrible solution to hiding the ship now that the cloak had gone down.

The sun was starting to set and frankly it had been a long day for everyone. Thankfully they had been able to put a down payment on the house and bartering down the price wasn't that hard, apparently the place had been vacant for almost fifty years and the real estate office was just happy to finally sell it. So they were all set to start moving in during the morning. The cloak, thankfully, went down after the real estate agent left and so the others went out to the Waverider to check on Sara and Len's progress with a solution to the giant freaking spaceship in the middle of the field. That was a move they were all regretting as Rip was drawing dangerously close to a full-blown rant about blowing their cover.

"In our defense you did ask us to hide 13,000 ton time machine on pretty short notice," Len said,

"Besides this is just a temporary solution," Sara stepped in,

"I hope so, because no one is going to believe THIS!" Rip exclaimed, exasperatedly pointing to the sign Len and Sara had placed in front of the Waverider, claiming that it was a model of Darth Vader's spaceship that they were building to enter in some bogus contest.

"Relax Rip, we're on the very edge of town, almost no one is going to see it." Len assured the Englishmen who quite frankly looked as though he were going to explode at any minute from the frustration.

"Almost is still dangerous," he seethed but Len just rolled his eyes and avoided pressing the issue any further, knowing that if there was any chance of Rip not blowing his top then it would only happened if he kept his mouth shut and gave him a minute to cool down. "Now then, we'll sleep on the Waverider tonight and figure everything else out in the morning."

Sleeping on the Waverider quickly turned out to not be so much of an option. Everyone's rooms were pretty much destroyed in the crash; Stein's bed had even been crushed by a piece of the ceiling.

"So we're camping now?" Len asked when he made it outside with his pillow and blanket and found the others already spreading themselves out behind the spaceship.

"No choice; either we can't get to our beds because there's so much debris in the way, or something is deadly is hanging right above our heads." Jax explained as he spread out his blanket.

"Or in my case there are knives permanently lodged in my bed," Sara added,

"Am I the only one whose cold?" Kendra asked, wrapping her arms and her blanket around herself as she tried to keep warm.

"We're in New Hampshire in the middle of October, it's only going to get colder." Ray told her whilst wrapping her in his arms and blanket, Jax and consequently Stein thanks to their psychic link, looked away in repulsion.

"Dr. Palmer is right, however with the heating systems on the ship down and it being made of cold metal we might actually be warmer out here." Rip said as he tried to get comfortable on the not yet frozen ground.

"By how much? Because it's only going to get colder during the night," Jax pointed out and Sara couldn't help but smirk.

"You two could always merge and set yourself on fire to keep warm," she suggested to him and Stein jokingly, not that anyone looked to be amused by it.

"Actually a fire wouldn't be the worst idea," Kendra finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

So a little more than an hour later they had a fire going, although it mostly consisted of dead grass and therefor was more smoke than flame but it still worked.

"Some heroes we are," Ray said as they all sat around their smoke pit.

"I'm no hero," Snart objected

"You're still here, helping take down Savage." Ray reminded the ice villain, but before he could say anything Sara spoke up.

"We're not taking down Savage anymore," she murmured, everyone turned to her with incredulous glares.

"What?" Rip finally managed to ask, Sara's eyes flicking up to meet his.

"Rip we're stuck in 1986, and no offence but I don't think you and Jax are going to be able to get the Waverider working." She explained herself; everyone noticed her lack of the words "anytime soon."

"Sara, we will get out of here. Just like we got out of 1958," Ray assured her but she just rolled her eyes.

"The only reason we got out of 1960 was because someone was looking for us. But we're all here, so unless Mick tracks us down and takes us to be executed by the Time Masters, we're stuck." She argued, enunciating the year in which they had actually been rescued. Len winced upon hearing the reminder that he's the reason they're in this mess to begin but he remained quiet.

"Sara we're going to get the ship running again, it's just going to take some time." Jax assured her but she wouldn't be convinced so easily.

"You say that," she said to him, "But you don't mean it," she finished.

"Ms. Lance!" Rip hurriedly exclaimed before Jax could retaliate the argument.

"What?" Sara asked, but before Rip could say anything else Stein cut him off.

"I think that it might be in all of our best interest to put out the fire and go to sleep, it's been a rather long day for everyone." He suggested, normally the others would've opposed the idea of putting out the fire but their makeshift pit of semi decent sized rocks was far from being safe enough to keep it going while they slept.

"Ok first on the list, cleaning." Rip announced when they all walked into the house early the next morning and were welcomed by a cloud of dust and all began coughing.

"Using what?" Len questioned,

"Out of every possible thing that could've survived the crash, most of the Waverider's cleaning supplies were unharmed." Rip replied; his voice and posture making it clear that he's still on edge and thinking about what did and did not survive the crash is only making it worse, particularly because what did survive the crash is almost useless.

"Well it was, hmph hmph, worse yesterday." Ray coughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work but those who had seen the house yesterday nodded in agreement while Sara, Jax, and Len just shared a glance.

"Before we start cleaning I think we better get a handle on the sleeping arrangements," Sara suggested, back on the Waverider they each had their own room. Granted these rooms were the size of a typical college dorm room but they were still their own.

Rip nodded in agreement to her statement, putting aside is annoyance with her from last night and deciding that it's probably better to get that out of the way sooner rather than later. "We didn't actually tour the upstairs yesterday-"

"Seriously?" Len drawled in disappointment, cutting Rip off.

"Well excuse me Mr. Snart, but by the time we got here the shield at the Waverider only had about half an hour left so I needed to get that woman off the property as soon as possible. Especially considering your 'solution'." The Captain continued, using air quotes around the word 'solution'.

"Hey we told you that's temporary, we didn't have the time yesterday to go through with our actual disguise." Sara said in defense and while Rip was partially curious as to what their true plan is he was also a little afraid of finding out, so he let the issue drop for the time being due to the fear that their plan mixed with his already elevated blood pressure could very well give him a heart attack.

"So supposedly this place has three bedrooms and there are seven of us, so there are going to be three people to one room and two to the others." He said, getting back to the topic of sleeping arrangements.

"I hate to make things more difficult but I did sneak upstairs yesterday while you were talking to the real estate agent and one of those bedrooms is really more of a glorified closet." Stein spoke up, knowing that the third bedroom was never going to fit two people.

"Does this place have an attic?" Jax questioned, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Yes, why?" Rip asked,

"Well it's not like we have a lot of junk that needs to go up there, why don't we just turn the place into a bedroom?" He suggested and the others exchanged glances but it was easily agreed that was the best plan.

"Ok so I guess the question is, who wants to share with who?" Rip asked, looking around at his team who were all looking around at each other, trying to decide who would be the least annoying to live with.

"Kendra and I already share a room on the Waverider so…" Ray kind of trailed off as he put an arm around Kendra's waist and she took half a step closer to him.

"Right," Rip nodded, looking at the remaining team members.

"Well I suppose it would only make sense that Jefferson and I-"

"No offense Gray but I spend enough time with you inside my head already, I don't need to live in the same room as you." Jax was quick to cut Stein off, and fortunately the older man didn't seem very offended by his logic.

"You can bunk with me if you want kid," Snart offered, knowing that Jax wouldn't be too thrilled about sharing a room with Rip either.

"Then I'll take the closet if Rip will bunk with Stein," Sara negotiated. Stein seemed to accept the arrangement readily but Rip looked a little apprehensive about it.

"Come on Rip, don't you think I'm a little too old be sharing a room with my dad?" She mocked upon sensing his uncertainty about the arrangement, Stein just rolled his eyes in the background.
"Fine," He conceded, truthfully he'd imagine that he would probably get along best with Martin than any of the others as roommates.

One advantage of having bought a house that was simply abandoned by its previous owners (creepy as that might be) is that it already had furniture. The downside to that was that it had all been sitting in an airless house for almost fifty years and so there was this sour smell clinging to most of it. In an attempt to get rid of the smell Sara was quickly making her way around the house, fully opening every window she came across.

"Normally I'm not one to complain about the cold," Len began to drawl when she made her way into the living room where he was currently sweeping, "But it's freezing outside,"

"Nothing in this house has seen fresh air in almost fifty years, it smells and needs to air out." Sara argued and although Len didn't say anything that was when Kendra and Jax entered the room, apparently having overheard the conversation.

"Yeah but seriously, do you have to open every window?" Jax questioned as he ran his hands up and down his arms, trying to keep himself warm.

Apparently Rip isn't the only one still on edge.

Sara paused where she stood, as if debating whether or not to slam the window shut, before she finally turned around with a look on her face that practically screamed she was trying to keep her temper at bay

"Fine," she said harshly while crossing her arms, "I've got some money I'll go to the store and get some stuff for lunch." She said before marching briskly out of the room, not in the mood to deal with any of her teammates.

"What's with her?" Jax questioned,

"Don't know," Len replied, he wouldn't admit it but he was just a little curious as to why Sara's temper seemed to have skyrocketed over opening the windows.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ray asked as he came into the room, wrapping his arms around Kendra's waist from behind. Jax took one look at those two and decided that suddenly he couldn't take staying in this house for another minute either.

"Sara's heading out to the store to pick up whatever she can with whatever money she has," Len informed Ray as Jax started to leave.

"I'm going with her," The younger man said over his shoulder.

"Oh can you get me-?" Ray's questioned was cut off by the sound of the front door shutting harshly behind Jax.

"Guess that's a no," Len remarked with a smirk.

"What happened to your knee injury?" Sara asked as Jax sat in the passenger seat of their stolen car, something Snart had acquired yesterday despite her warnings that stealing a car in a small town is just asking for trouble. Then again she had helped him steal it, after they walked all the way to the next town, so she couldn't really judge. She had gotten all the way to the end of the street when she looked in the rearview mirror and saw the youngest member of the team chasing after her at full speed.

"I needed to get away from that house," Jax replied curtly and Sara nodded, knowing not to ask any questions and instead just to let him cool down.

"You and me both," she replied but clearly Jax needed a distraction and didn't get the same vibe from her that she got from him.

"Why?" He asked, when she only pressed her lips into a firm line he kept pressing. "Look I'm sorry we asked you not to open every window, but I don't see how that made you mad." He continued and this time Sara let out a sigh as they rolled up to a red light.

"It's not that," she said but that was it.

"Then what is it?" Jax questioned and he could tell by the look on her face that it was this whole situation. There was something about living in the house that had generated that quick end to her temper but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Nothing," she replied, this time he had the sense not to press further.

"AH!" A shout rang through the house; Len and Stein were the first to reach the source, which turned out to be the kitchen, or more specifically Ray on fire in the kitchen.

Without a second thought Len set his gun to it's least deadly setting and blasted Ray in order to put out the flames. By the time Kendra got there Len was just finishing and her boyfriend was standing in the kitchen sopping wet and shaking like drowned Chihuahua. Everyone stood there silently for a minute; Kendra with both hands over her mouth, Stein with his mouth agape, Len with a mix between an annoyed sneer and a questioning eyebrow, and Ray just looked plain defeated.

"There's a problem with the oven," he finally muttered, moving and pushing through the three standing in the doorway with every intention of going to find some dry clothes.

"That guy built a super suit," Len finally broke the silence that had fallen over the three in the doorway before he also became the first one to move, heading over to take a look at the oven. "He figured out how to shrink the human body to the size of a house key, fly, and shoot energy beams from his hands. But he sets himself on fire trying to fix household appliance." He said in disapproval as Kendra pulled out a seat from the table and sat down, Stein having already walked away.

"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you admire him." She teased with a playful smirk, Len looked away from the oven just long enough to raise an eyebrow at her before turning back to the problem at hand.

"Good thing you know me better," he said and despite the fact that she laughed it died on her lips, which he heard. "Something on your mind?" He asked, hand going for one of the tools Ray had been trying to use.

"I don't know," Kendra replied, "I just spent two years of my life stranded and now I'm stranded again." She said and Len sighed.

"All because of me," He said and she just looked at him in confusion, which despite the fact that he wasn't looking he could feel. "If I had just iced Mick like I said not only would we not be here, but you never would've gotten stuck in 1958 and to top it all off your son would still be alive." He further explained, a part of him knew that he probably shouldn't be reminding a demigoddess that he's the cause of some pretty awful things that have happened to her recently but he did so anyway.

"Snart, none of that was your fault." She told him, finally prompting him to turn and look at her as she rose from her seat. "I know you and Rory were a team but at the end of the day he was responsible for his own actions, and he did all of that, not you." She assured him before leaving the room, leaving him there to consider her words.