EPISODE PLAYLIST:
01. NOBODY'S HOME - Avril Lavigne
02. BLINDING - Florence + The Machine
03. CENTURIES - Fall Out Boy


NARRATOR'S POV

Kendra exhaled as the doors to her room slid open. "Bobbi, are you-" Her words stopped cold, finding the room empty. She quickly back tracked and started for the bridge. When she entered, everyone immediately noticed she was distraught. Ray knitted his eyebrows together in concern. "Kendra, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Have any of you seen Bobbi recently? She's not in the room," she said, stopping feet from the half ring of silver chairs. Professor Stein stepped out from Rip's office as the other shook their heads. "She was here a not more than two hours ago," he recalled. "We had a talk about her father."

Kendra's shoulder's dropped. "Oh, crap."

"What?" Sara asked, confused.

"July twenty-third, nineteen ninety-nine," Kendra explained.

"That's today," the Professor pointed out.

"Yes. And it's also the day her father was shot and killed by Lewis Snart—our Snart's father," she finished. There was a sudden pang of realization in everyone, and it was readable in their faces. Rip came from the doorway to his office, arms crossed, jaw clenched. "She went to change her father's fate," he concluded, aloud. "I should have known."

"No, I should've. I knew what today was, but I just didn't..." she stopped herself, looking down.

"There's still time. When was he killed?" Sara asked, stepping closer to Kendra from the right. Kendra lifted her head, inhaling. She was about to say she had no idea when she noticed something, glancing around at the room. "Wait a second...where's our Snart?" she asked, suddenly realizing he was also missing from the ship. Everyone glanced around, unknowing of his disappearance. Kendra looked to Sara. "You don't think-"

"That hating him was an act and really they conspired to get us here the whole time?" Sara finished, knowingly. They shared a knowing look just before Gideon came online. "Captain, the cargo bay door was just opened," she informed, over the speaker. "Miss James and Mr. Snart have returned."

All heads turned to the hallway as footsteps echoed in. A second later, Snart walked onto the bridge. He stopped a foot in upon seeing the whole team staring. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, looking confused. They stared at him, unbelieving. "Where were you and Miss James, Snart?" Rip questioned, walking over to him.

Snart exhaled lightly. "She went out, guns blazing, trying to stop her father's murder."

"And you went along for the hell of it?" Kendra asked, rhetorically, as she joined Rip's side.

"No. I knew what she was going to do, so I followed her," Snart corrected, calmly. "She didn't succeed, if that's what you're getting at."

"Where is she?" Kendra sighed in relief.

"Your room," he said, simply. Kendra stormed past him and into the hallway. Halfway down, she heard Snart call after her, "I'm not sure she wants company!" Kendra rolled her eyes and marched on through the halls and to her door. It was closed. She assumed it would be. She couldn't imagine what Bobbi was going through right now.

Her knuckles gently knocked on the metal door. "Bobbi?" she asked, hesitantly. "Bobbi, it's me, Kendra. Are you in there?" A moment passed and she tried knocking again. And, again, nothing came from the room. She sighed heavily and looked up. "Gideon, open the door, please," she said.

"I'm sorry, Miss Saunders. But I am under strict orders not to let anyone enter," Gideon replied, over the speaker in the hall. Kendra was now more frustrated than anything. She wanted to help Bobbi. But she couldn't even get in the door. She tried knocking again. "Come on, Bobbi...please? I just want to help," she pleaded, leaning into the wall beside the door. "I don't even have to talk. I can just listen. Or sit. I can do whatever you need me to do."

A short moment of nothingness passed. Then the door slid open. Kendra quickly moved to walk inside. The lights were dimmed to almost nothing. She could just barely make out Bobbi's figure. Bobbi was sitting in the far left corner of the bed with her knees tucked up to her chest in a tank top and shorts, drinking from some kind of bottle. Kendra slowly started into the room. "Bobbi?"

She came to the side of the bed and pulled herself up to sit, not far from Bobbi, who was focused on an unknown spot of the spot across from her. Kendra wanted to cry just looking at her. "Where did you get the bottle?" she asked, slowly, tentatively.

"It was his idea," Bobbi replied, numbly. Her voice was quiet, ashen. Kendra had a roundabout idea of the 'he' was, but she wasn't' sure, so she asked. "Who's idea?" she asked, gently. Bobbi took a long pull from the semi-large bottle—obviously filled with some kind of liquor—before answering. "Snart," she practically spit out the word. Even in the dark, Kendra could see that Bobbi's eyes were bloodshot already. Almost blood red with water smeared on her cheeks.

She didn't know what to do. "What happened?" she asked, trying a conversational tactic. Bobbi leaned the side of her head into the wall next to her, keeping her eyes straight ahead, off Kendra. She was quiet a short while. Then she finally said, "I could've saved him. I was right there...then that asshole showed up and ruined everything." Her voice was a hushed quiet, almost inaudible. Fresh tears were welling up and she took another drink.

Kendra reached for the bottle. "Okay, I think you've had enough." A second after she had her hand on it, Bobbi snapped, yanking it back. Kendra pulled harder. "Bobbi, stop this," she said, authoritively. "This isn't you." She wrestled the bottle away with one last pull, moving Bobbi from her position to sit normally.

She glared at Kendra. "How would you know, Kendra? You dropped off the face of the freaking earth two years ago and I never heard from you again! No emails, no texts, no calls—nothing! You don't even know who I am anymore. What I've been through." She slowly shook her head as the tears started to fall. Kendra put the bottle down and quickly pulled Bobbi into her arms. The smell of vodka of almost overwhelming. Maybe alcohol wasn't the best idea? She made a mental note to slap Snart for this later.


BOBBI'S POV

I startled awake, lurching up into a somewhat sitting position. I groaned at the bright light blinding me in the face. "Gideon, lights, please," I grumbled, squinting. My head pounding, swirling, and I dropped back down on the pillow. "Of course, Miss James," Gideon replied, as the lights dimmed. "Though, I was told to notify the Captain when you were awake."

"Don't," I said, lifting my head up a bit to speak.

"I'm afraid he's already on his way." I cursed under my breath and pushed myself back up to sit, slowly easing my legs off the edge of the bed. Great. Now I would have to explain why I did what I did last night and then face the walk of shame as I was escorted off the ship and forced to go back to my normal life. I slid off the bed and started through Kendra's drawer. There had to be something I could change into quickly.

Down near the bottom were some loose fitting, dark colored and plain t-shirts. I plucked one of those and nabbed a random pair of jeans, then changed as fast as I could. I knew I had to take full responsibility for what I did. Why wouldn't I? It was something I couldn't stop myself from trying to do. And I wouldn't change trying to do it if I went back. I would just do it again and this time I would succeed.

I would save my dad and fix everything that ever went wrong in my life. I had just pulled my hair from under the t-shirt when the doors slid open. "Good morning, Miss James," Rip said, stopping just inside the room. He slid his hands in his pockets and I closed Kendra's drawer, turning to face him. "Sleep well?"

"No. But I don't really think that's why you're here, is it?" I loosely crossed my arms.

"You're right, it's not. I'm here because you put our entire mission in jeopardy and nearly permanently altered the timeline under the excuse that you just wanted to help," he said, with an underlying tone of anger. "I can't say that I'm surprised you went out last night—all of us have had the same thought before, wanting to alter some part of our lives—but I am surprised at how good of a liar you are."

"I didn't lie, Rip. I want to help," I corrected, calmly.

He looked unbelieving. "Alright, I'll bite. Why?"

"When I start something, I intend to finish it. I started this when I tried to get that flash drive and I sure as hell am not finished yet," I explained, dropping my arms. "Savage made it personal when he used my knife to slice my throat. He probably thinks I'm dead—and that makes me your best bet at killing him. He doesn't even know what I can do. You have the advantage, but only if you keep me onboard." He stared at me a long moment.

There was the faint echo of what looked like some kind of mixture between proud and impressed in his expression. "Welcome to the team, Miss James," the corner of his lips curved up. "Let me show you to your room." My room? I get my own room? Rip started to leave, and I quickly followed after him. "So, just like that, I'm on the team? Even after last night?" I asked, walking fast to keep up with him.

"Well, you said it yourself. I have the advantage in keeping you here a while longer," he said, as we rounded a corner. We came to a stop at a split door not too far from Kendra's room. "Here we are." The doors slid open, revealing an untouched room that looked identical to the others. I paused, looking at Rip. He raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't mean I get a superhero name, does it?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Only if you want one, I suppose," he replied, lightly humored. "Congratulations, Bobbi. You're a legend."