A/N: Thank you guys so much for clicking on my story (and a special thanks to those who have read my other companions to my fic universe and are continuing with me in this) and reading! I hope you all enjoy and I'll see you in the reviews! (REMEMBER: this is major AU)

Episode Playlist:
01. Revolution - Diplo (Gioni Remix)
02. Castle - Halsey
03. Fire - Barnes Courtney

The heat was slowly draining from body. I could feel it. And the pain echoing up my rib cage and into my chest ebbed. I hadn't seen it coming. There was no way I could move my torso or attempt to move a leg; my body was too broken. All I could do was lay there and slowly bleed out. A figure suddenly blurred to my side, a whirlwind of limbs and muted sound.

It was him. Pressing his hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His lips were moving. I tried to read them, but he was talking too fast. A pressure was building between my eyes with a dull ache. I wanted to say something. There was so much I hadn't told him. So much that I needed to say. I used all the strength I could muster to force my lips to move.

It was like trying to make a statue raise it's hand. I was shaking, barely moving my lips at all, hardly getting even whisper out. I love you. Though, I wasn't sure he'd heard. He looked up and to my right, scanning for something, saying more unreadable words. Probably that help was coming. That I would be okay. All those famous clichés. But those are lies.

I moved my eyes up to the night sky. This was probably the last time I would ever see the stars. That was my fate now-death. I let my body relax, trying not to meet my end with too much apprehension. The more I give in the easier it'll be on everyone. I felt him grab my hand, shake my shoulder. He was trying to keep me awake most likely. All I could do was think of an apology.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

Narrator's POV

"What are we going to do then?" Sara questioned. "It's not like we can waltz through Star City and go to a cocktail party." Rip sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning into the glass wall behind him. The group meeting he'd called wasn't going well. It was simple. The next mission was to clean up the last. And yet, the concept didn't seem to be going through. Mostly because all of their faces were imprinted in time in Star City, 2016. It was now 2018.

Rip pushed off the wall. "You're right, Miss Lance. We can't. But anyone else in the world can. I imagine you still have many masked friends that could chip in on this one?"

"Mm. Not so sure that's a good idea, boss," Snart spoke up.

"Then what am I supposed to do? We need the Mayor's flash drive!" Rip said, frustrated. Kendra was silent for most of the conversation. She'd had a thought, but wasn't sure if she should bring it up. Now looked like the right time. "I may have an idea," she announced. "But you're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Rip asked, his shoulders dropping. He expected nothing from her next words. Probably just a fluke idea that wouldn't pan out. Until she actually said the words. She stepped forward, uncrossing her arms, glancing at everyone in turn. All eyes were on her. She swallowed. "I know someone that might be able to help us. Last I heard, she was working in Star City," she explained.

"And when was that?" Snart asked, knowingly.

"Two-thousand sixteen," she answered.

Sara adjusted her position, inhaling. "Who is it?"

"Her name is Bobbi James. We grew up together, for a while," Kendra elaborated, turning to see Sara, who was slumped against the wall opposite her. "But she's not just anybody, guys. She has powers—like us. She was born with them. Only I know about it." Rip mulled over Kendra's words a moment. He didn't really want to bring another civilian into the mix. But they desperately needed the flash drive to help pinpoint Savage's current location in the time stream.

It was paramount that they retrieve it. He turned toward the center console. "Gideon, see what you can find on a Bobbi James," he instructed. Gideon instantly started searching databases for the name holder. It didn't take long to pull up a driver's license photo, displaying it so the group could see. "That's her," Kendra confirmed, moving closer to get a better look.

Snart eyed the photo suspiciously. "She looks familiar."

"You've seen this girl before?" Rip asked, a bit surprised.

"Don't know yet." Rip turned back to the picture and headed to the console. He read over various articles about her, but nothing stuck out to him as fit for the job. "Why would she even help us?" Jackson asked, crossing his arms. Rip had asked himself the same question just minutes ago. He didn't find an answer. "Well, it looks like she's noted in the time stream for helping the Arrow and The Flash during an arson attack in Star City," Rip read aloud. "It says here that she apprehended the criminal herself."

"Still don't think this is a good idea," Snart commented.

"No one asked you," Kendra snapped a bit, before turning to Rip, lowering her voice. "She can help us. She will help us."

Rip pushed away from the console. "Alright. We'll stop by her apartment, see if she's home."

Bobbi's POV

My feet pounded the pavement, keeping in step with the steady thumping of my heartbeat in my ear. I looked down at my wrist watch. It was about time to be heading back home. My shift at the Library starts in a half hour, and I definitely need time to shower first. I made it to the end of the street and hung a right, running up Main Street.

My apartment wasn't far—but only if you're running the whole, like I was. Any other way and it was a nightmare. Traffic was a royal pain in the ass in Star City. People were always busy, always moving. Can't anyone just be lazy for a day? I didn't stop my pace as I jogged through the lobby of my building and to the stairwell. I trotted up them—taking them two at a time. Fitness was a necessity for me.

It just felt good to be healthy and know that if something happened, I could rely on myself. Relying on anyone else in my life never quite seemed to work out. I went up four floors and slowed myself to a walk, hurrying through the door to the level. I took my pulse, checked my time. Three minutes off yesterday's time. I think I earned a-

Faint voices caught my attention and I slowed further, listening. Then I noticed it. The slight outward position of a door several apartments down. Right around where mine should be. Shit. I tip toed quickly down the hall, and then pressed my back against the wall as I neared the apartment door. I peered around a slope in the wall at the numbers. C15. Crap, it's mine. I inhaled a deep breath to calm myself. It was a horrible vantage point. But I managed to peer inside a bit.

I saw two men. One was dark haired, tall, fit. The other was close-shaved, also tall, and hard to tell on the build. My fingers instinctively gripped the circular hilts of my ring daggers. I always keep them in some kind of pocket or sheath, that way I have something in case this happens. The dark haired one neared the door, rambling about something that sounded scientific.

He was flipping through one of my books, not even paying attention. I saw my chance. I slipped in unnoticed and wrapped an arm tightly around his neck, yanking him down an inch or two to be at my level. My blades nearly touched the skin of his trachea. "Hey- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on!" he wailed, surprised. The other man whirled, somewhat surprised at my arrival. I tightened my grip on the dark haired one. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"Just- hold on- um- take it easy there," he said, panicky.

"Now now...no need to get hostile," the other one said, calmly. There was a certain edge of sarcasm that laced every word. "Just let him go and we'll answer any question you want. Deal?"

"I have a counter proposal. Go to hell, jackass." Anger burned the inner linings of my chest, already laced with thick adrenaline. I swallowed on my dry throat. The other man sighed and reached to his side. I instantly tightened my grip as he pulled an odd looking gun from a holster, aiming it at me. "You had to do this the hard way," he commented.

"No- Snart, stop," the dark haired one said, holding up a hand.

"Let him go," the other one said, ignoring his words. I think the one I held called him Snart. The name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it. It sounded so familiar I could taste the syllables on my tongue but I just couldn't form the words enough to speak them. It then became clear. The situation was only going one of two ways. I let the man go and they do whatever the hell they want with me and my stuff.

Or, I make my move, striking first, and get them out before the cops can say 9-1-1. I'll pick the second option. My eyes scanned Snart for any warning signs, making sure he wouldn't pull the trigger. I saw his finger tighten on it and I had to move. I released the dark haired one. But, in doing so, my knives purposely sliced along his collar bones. He stumbled forward on a strangled cry and I sent my foot into his back.

He went tumbled feet away into the floor. I spun on my heel and used the momentum to launch a knife. It flew straight onward and lodged itself into the barrel of Snart's gun, rendering it useless. He dropped it with an irritated expression and I took the chance to launch the other knife. Snart dodged—of course, the lucky bastard—and the knife broke through my window. Then it was just a fist fight left. I had nothing else weapon-wise up my sleeve. Great.

I couldn't use my powers. Not here. Not yet. And definitely not in front of these dickheads. He suddenly lunged forward, swinging. I bent backward to miss it but rebounded easily to stand upright, taking a swing of my own. My knuckles connect with his jaw to the left, then to the right, both hits causing him to take a step back each time. Then I shifted my weight and spun my heel into his right temple. He hit the ground but I kept my fists up, ready for more.

"Had enough yet, asshole?" I asked.

The dark haired man groaned and rolled onto his back. A sudden voice sounded behind me, causing me to startle. "Bobbi, what...oh my god, Ray!" I whirled to find Kendra standing at my door, quickly moving to the aid of the dark haired one—apparently named Ray. "I'm fine, too, thanks for asking," Snart grumbled. A blonde woman, a professor looking man, a dark-skinned guy, and a man in a trench coat also stood at my door. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

I looked to Kendra. "Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on here?"

"We came here looking for you," the trench coat said, walking slowly into the apartment. He was cautious with every step, just waiting for me to snap, I guess.

I crossed my arms. "Well, you found me. What do you want?"

"We need your help," he replied, simply. Gee, that wasn't ominous. And completely vague. I looked to Kendra again. "Why are you with these guys?" I asked her, walking to my bathroom. I pulled open the cabinet under the sink and grabbed my medical kit. "That's a bit of a long story," she said. I went back out into the living room and knelt beside her and Ray. My knives cut him pretty good. Dual wounds on either collar bone.

I guess I got a bit carried away. My hands moved quickly to open the med bag and dig inside for the gauze. "Okay. Next question. Why the hell didn't you two idiots say anything, huh?" I questioned, sending a pointed glare over my shoulder at Snart, slumped against my bookshelf. I assume the hit to his head was giving him a killer headache. Good. "Having too much fun I guess," he said, sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Ray and Kendra. "It doesn't look too deep," I said, mostly for Kendra's reassurance. "Probably doesn't need stitches."

"Why do you have Chinese ring daggers?" I twisted to see the blonde woman, standing a few feet away at the couch, holding one of my knives. Most likely she got it from the gun Snart had. She sounded surprised, like she expected something less sophisticated. I sighed and replied, "Because I know how to use them." Then I turned back to Ray. "Mind taking your shirt off so I can bandage these?" Honestly, it wasn't the weirdest thing I'd ever said to a guy.

After easing it off, I pressed gauze pads across both cuts and used tape to secure them. "So you're a nurse, too? Fantastic," Snart commented, now on his feet. The professor looking man and the dark-skinned kid were sitting in my living room, while the blonde woman made a round through the room, eyeing my picture frames. Once I finished bandaging, I stood. "Who are they?" I turned at the sound of the blonde woman's voice.

The picture she pointed to was hanging on the wall in a mahogany frame. My chest hurt at the memory held inside. Smiling, unsuspecting, and young faces. "My parents," I answered. The woman's eyebrows scrunched together and she looked at me in confusion. "But, they're both black," she pointed out.

"I'm adopted," I explained, simply. "Now can one of you tell me why you need my help before I euthanize all your asses?"

The trench coat stepped forward. "My name is Rip Hunter. I was a member of the Time Masters—an organization whose only objective is to preserve time," he said. "In the future, a man named Vandal Savage destroys life as we know it, killing millions of people. We are trying to stop his rise to power." He paused a moment, watching me for a reaction. I could feel everyone's eyes.

I chuckled once, humorlessly. "Well, is that all?"

"That's not incredibly weird?" Snart asked.

I crossed my arms. "Oh, it's weird. Just not the weirdest thing I've ever heard."

"We need your help to retrieve a flash drive containing Savage's current locations in the time stream," Rip continued, not missing a beat. "We would do it ourselves, except none of us are from this time. We can't show our faces at a public function. But you could." Kendra stood, pulling Ray up with her, and gave me a pleading look. "Please, Bobbi. All you'd have to do is-"

"Will I regret this?" I interrupted, already knowing the answer.

"Probably," Ray audibly winced.

"I'm in."