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Episode 3 pt2: " Dance with me,"
"My name is Savannah Winters, and I used to be normal, but two years after the accelerator went off I found out I had powers, then I'm suddenly kidnaped by a man who says I'm meant for bigger things, I'm not meant to just be a hero, I was meant to be a Legend, I am, Trajectory."
If you don't fit in, then your probably doing the right thing.
Location: The Greyhill building, 1975.
Savannah felt nervous.
Between the skin tight black dress, to sitting next to the weird grey haired creep, Savannah tried not to shift uncomfortably in the leather seat of the car.
Rip shot her a look through the rear view mirror, but Savannah didn't notice, as she was too busy trying to keep her hands from shaking as she kept the dagger pressed to Mr. Blake's leg.
"Ah, Mr. Blake," A security guard greeted as they pulled up to the building, "Welcome,"
The young man took a step forward to look inside the car at Savannah, and the blonde tensed when his eyes roamed over her body.
"I take it Mrs. Blake is out of town?" He asked, not taking his eyes off Savannah, who pressed the dagger harder against his leg.
"That's a very, pointed, observation," He replied, and Savannah refrained from rolling her eyes.
The guard took another look at Savannah before nodding to Rip, allowing them to go through.
Savannah couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when they parked, and she quickly opened the door, and swung her legs out and pushed herself out of the car, before closing the door.
At this point, Rip had also gotten out of the car, and was standing by the other passengers side, but he was watching her with concern.
Savannah once again seemed oblivious, and made her way to the trunk of the car.
"If you're going to find the vessel, you'll need my help," Blake said, as Rip unlocked the trunk.
"No, I think we're quite good without it," He replied, before turning his head to Savannah, "Savannah,"
Rip noticed the way her eyes seemed clouded, and he had to repeat her name before her head came up, eyes widened slightly as she met his gaze.
"Yeah?" Before looking to Blake, "Oh, yeah, sorry,"
Savannah seemed more then happy to knock Mr. Blake unconscious, his body landed in the trunk, Rip took off his hat and threw it in, before closing the trunk.
Savannah took a step back, then started walking, even though her feet were staring to hurt from her heels.
"Savannah," Turning her head back to him, the blonde rose one eyebrow.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
The concern was back once gain, along with confusion.
"Yeah," She replied with a shrug, "Now, how do we get into this place?" She continued walking forward, before pointing a finger at him over her shoulder, "And don't you dare say through the door,"
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When the two got inside, Savannah noticed people dancing.
I really hope I don't have to do that, She thought with a grimace, I suck at dancing.
But as she looked around, Savannah started to wonder if accepting Blake's help might have been a good idea.
"Maybe we should have let the weird old guy show us where the vessel is," She voiced quietly, before taking a few steps forward to look around some more.
"Perhaps there's a less conspicuous way for us to do reconnaissance," Rip began, before holding his hand out towards her, and his eyes met hers, "May I?"
Savannah scoffed, Called it.
"Can't dance, especially in these heels," She answered crossing her arms.
"I'll lead then," He replied, and Savannah sighed in defeat, before putting her hands in his.
"Fine, but I don't wanna hear it if I step on your feet,"
Savannah allowed Rip to walk her to the dance floor, He spun her around slowly, before pulling her forward, and Savannah quickly reached up to rest her hand against his arm, as his hand pressed gently against her back.
Savannah was too busy concentrating on not stepping on Rip's feet that she unconsciously relaxed, loosening up slightly.
"You dance quite gracefully Miss Winters," Rip commented, with the faintest hint of playfulness hidden in his voice.
Looking up at Rip, to do this she was forced to lean back, the short blonde kept herself from sticking her tongue out at him.
"I'm just trying not to step on your feet Hunter," She replied, with the same hint of mirth in her voice.
That comment earned her the smallest of smiles.
Dropping her head down slightly, Savannah continued to look around, but as her eyes wandered, so did her thoughts.
You're getting oddly comfortable with Rip, Something in the back of her mind pointed out, You sure that's a good idea? You haven't known him a week yet, but you seem to be almost as comfortable with him as you are with Barry, who you've known since you were a teen.
Narrowing her eyes, Savannah shoved her thoughts aside, she could think about this later, now, she needed to worry about the mission.
Suddenly Savannah was assaulted by waves of guilt and anger.
Stopping abruptly, Savanah looked back up at Rip.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concern mixed with mild alarm slipping into her voice.
Rip seemed surprised. But quickly recovered.
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
Savannah notched an eyebrow, and gave him a long 'do I look stupid to you?' kind of look, before adding.
"Because you look like one of those sad face dogs, now what is it?"
Rip didn't exactly look pleased to be compared to a sad-face hound dog, but after a moment, answered her.
"I tried to kill Savage once before," He admitted hesitantly, before they continued dancing.
Letting out a soft hum, Savannah let that roll over in her mind.
"Hate to play Captain Obvious, but that didn't work out too well for you, did it?" She said, her eyes softening with sympathy.
"Obviously,"
Cringing slightly at his short and slightly sharp response, Savannah felt her body tense up, and she cursed herself.
"You couldn't kill him, could you?" She murmured softly, her eyes hesitantly meeting his.
"I had him," His eyes darkened with self-loathing and regret, "I had him, and even after everything he has done, I still couldn't kill him,"
Feeling her heart go out to him, Savannah's lips pulled together into a fine line.
"Hey, it's not easy to kill, no matter what, the thought of taking someone's life like that, definitely isn't easy," Here she squeezed his hand, hoping to offer some kind of reassurance to him, "And we will kill Savage, don't worry, I believe in the people back on that ship will end him once and for all,"
Savannah stopped to make sure he was looking at her, "Do you?"
Rip, instead of responding, spun her around, before pulling her back.
"Did you practice that speech in the mirror?"
Savannah couldn't help but chuckle in amusement, before smacking his arm again.
"I'm serious," She insisted, but the smile on her face undermined that, before shaking her head, "You are such a jerk,"
Savannah turned her head away, the smile still resting lightly on her lips as her eyes continued to wander around the room.
Suddenly, two large men walked by, Savannah narrowed her eyes when she noticed something on the back of their necks.
"Do those mean anything?" She questioned lowly, gesturing to the men, "They look like some weird burn marks,"
"Scarred up just like our friends at the bank," Rip said, letting her go, "Why didn't you say so?"
Savannah looked at him in confusion, but before she could reply, Rip continued.
"Ladies first," He gestured to where the two men had walked out, and Savannah nodded slowly, before making her way to the door.
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Savannah thought she did pretty well at pretending to be drunk, especially since she's never actually been drunk before.
But with a champagne glass in one hand and her other arm around Rip's back, and his arm over her shoulder, Savannah wondered if the two guards would actually fall for this.
Their joyful laughter mixed in the air as they stumbled forward towards the two guards.
Savannah let go of Rip, and stumbled forward, this time it wasn't an accident.
"This area's restricted, folks." One said stepping forward towards her.
Giggling, Savannah looked up at the man with a sweet expression, before slurring, "I'm just looking for the ladies room,"
Falling forward into the other guard, Savannah pushed herself up, before concentrating on her speed.
Punching the guard closet to her, Savannah then slammed her glass onto the other's head, before shoving his head into the wall.
As time sped up again, the two men collapsed, and Rip leaned down to grab the keys.
Savannah took a step back, before Rip opened the doors, and she followed him in.
As Rip turned to close the doors, Savannah ventured forward, pushing aside a white curtain, where Carter's lifeless body, which was laying on a alter, came into view.
"I really hope you have a plan to get him out of here," She said as Rip came up behind her, before they both approached Carter's body.
"Yup, there's a maintenance elevator that leads to a loading bay. I'll have Gideon fly the Waverider down," He replied, turning his head to her.
Savannah let out a sigh, before gently laying her hand against Carter's arm.
"I wish we knew what Savage was going to do with Carter's body,"
"Why not stay and find out?" A strange male voice spoke up from behind them.
Turning around quickly, Savannah took a step back while taking in the man's face, "And here I didn't think Goblins existed, looks like they do,"
The man snarled at her, before turning to Rip, "Ah, the Gareeb, Mr. Blake has told us so much about you,"
"Do I even wanna know?" Savannah muttered as the room filled up with men in tuxes.
"Probably not," Rip muttered back, before Mr. Blake walked in, and the men forced them to walk out of the room.
"What're you planning on doing with Carter's body?" Rip questioned as they were lead down the hall.
"Oh, you'll see," The strange man replied, "Mr. Blake informs us that you were hoping to steal our master's fortune, but while money has its uses, it is not the source of his power."
"Then what is?" Savannah inquired, unable to help herself.
"Let us show you," Mr. Blake answered, as they turned a corner and into a room, where the men forced Savannah in first.
"Our number are legion, all drawn to the man who is immune to death," The strange man, who Savannah was mentally calling Creep, for the lack of a real name said.
"Wealth is not power..." Savannah rolled her eyes, talk about cheesy, "Belief is,"
"Wow, so original," She commented sarcastically under her breath.
The men forced them both to their knees, as Savage turned around to face them.
"Hello, Gareeb," He greeted, looking down at Rip, before approaching them, "How long has it been? 4,000 years? You look well."
Feeling Rip's anger levels start to slowly rise, Savannah turned her head to Savage, in hopes of gaining his attention.
"Yeah, well hate to break it too you Idiota, but the same can't be said for you," She commented with a small smirk.
Savage turned his head to her for a moment, before continuing.
"When you and your friends attacked my estate in St. Roch. I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to meet you once again. Well, if there's something that I've learned in 4,000 years...it's patience." Savage said, "And this time I only had to wait one short day."
Savage turned around to Carter's body, before picking up a long ancient looking dagger, "You're probably wondering what my plans are with your friend's body."
He turned to them, the smirk still plastered to his face.
"I already have his life's essence, but his blood still has its uses,"
Realization finally hit her and Savannah froze in shock.
No!
"Sta' lontano da lui!" She shouted in Italian, feeling her own anger and fear start to build, causing her to switch to her native language, she jumped up only to be shoved back down harshly.
Savage looked down at her with a smirk, before walking over to the other side of Carter.
"Jack the Ripper showed me the virtues of severing the carotid artery." Savage told them as he dragged the dagger across Carter's throat.
Jerking forward Savannah felt her anger flare along with horror.
"Maledetto maniaco." She spat, her shoulders tensing as Savage handed the dagger to Creep, who then handed him a goblet.
Savannah's eyes slipped shut in disgust as Savage filled the goblet with blood, before drinking it.
Savannah turned her head to look at Rip, an equal amount of fire burned brightly in his eyes.
"Centuries ago, I discovered that although immortality is mine alone, I can share a taste...with my faithful." Savage gestured to Blake and Creep with the goblet, "Help them live an extra hundred years or so."
He handed Creep the goblet, who took a sip, before handing it off to Blake, who did the same.
When they were finished, Savage turned back to them once more, before gesturing to the men, who pulled Rip to his feet, Savannah quickly pushed herself up, but was once again pushed back down.
"When we first met, I asked you who you were. Remember?" Savage started, "That was the wrong question. I should have asked you "why?" Why did you seek to kill me? What could I have possibly done to deserve that hatred I see burning in your eyes."
Savannah chuckled darkly, her eyes ablaze with fire.
The entire room fell silent, before Savage knelt down in front of her.
"Have something you would like to say?"
Savannah lifted her head up, her eyes shadowed, before a dark smirk pulled at her lips, "Yeah," Before she spat in his face.
Savage pushed himself up quickly, before slamming his foot into her ribs, taking all the air from her lungs.
Savannah clenched her eyes shut, and leaned forward, trying to even out her breathing and push away the pain in her chest.
"Now where was I?" Savage continued as if nothing had happened, "Did I take something from you? Someone?"
Savannah was too busy trying to breathe that she didn't pay much attention to what was going on.
"Get your hands off that," Rip snapped, and Savannah flinched at the livid anger that suddenly pushed in the back of her mind.
"Ah, your wife, I take it. Oh she is lovely, the boy has your eyes. I will be sure to keep the picture close. I don't remember killing them...yet. It seems like I have a lot to look forward to." Savage said, and Savannah could hear the smirk in his voice, and the way Rip's anger continued to elevate, not that she was surprised.
Finally catching her breath, Savannah looked up.
"This is a perversion."
"No, this is the power you have no hope of defeating," Savage replied strongly, "Everyone here is sworn to live and die at my command,"
"Why?"
"Cause to them, I am a god! I pity you," He spat, "You have no idea what it's like to have people willing to follow you up to the gates of hell!"
Rip cast a look at Savannah, and she offered him a small grin.
"Actually, I have a little bit of an idea," He replied before the doors flew open and Mick, Snart and Jax came running in.
"Let's get this party started!" Mick shouted.
"Here's our invitation!"
Rip turned to Savannah, "You alright?"
The blonde nodded, "Yeah, I basically asked for it, can't keep my big mouth shut sometimes."
Mick then appeared behind them.
"Well this is different," He commented, "I didn't have him pegged as the "Eyes wide shut" type."
Suddenly Savannah's bonds were loosened, and she jumped to her feet.
The world once again slowed down, and Savannah took a moment to look around at the stilled world around her.
Rip and Mick were standing side-by-side, Mick with his flamethrower and Rip with his laser pistol, then Jax could be seen frozen just short of punching one of the weirdos, then Savannah spotted Snart shooting his cold gun at a group of three men who ganged up on him.
Savannah then shot off and took out two guys who were trying to sneak up on Jax, then ran behind the altar and slammed Savage's head into it as hard as possible, before continuing on, running forward Savannah jumped up and slammed her elbow into Blake's face, throwing him to the floor.
Time sped up once again.
"You came!" Rip exclaimed, and Savannah could feel his surprise.
"We're a Team!" Jax replied, sounding annoyed, "Next time, remember that!"
"Enough!" Savage bellowed, before shooting out a strange blue energy from his dagger, Savannah's eyes widened when she noticed Jax in the way.
"Jax!" She shouted running forward, she managed to shove him out of the way before being hit with the strange blue energy.
The world stopped.
Spinning around quickly Savannah sidestepped, allowing the blue energy to go past her.
When the world resumed, Savannah was knocked off her feet when something hit her shoulder.
Then the pain hit.
Gasping in shock, the blonde remained motionless on the floor.
"Savannah!" Jax shouted, but thankfully stayed where he was.
Savannah blinked in confusion when the pain disappeared, and she felt a weird energy surge, before she quickly pushed herself to her feet, and dropped down next to Rip.
"Get Carter's body out of here." Rip said to Mick, before turning to her, "Are you alright?"
Nodding breathlessly, Savannah looked back an saw Blake stumble to his feet.
"And that's my cue," She muttered under her breath, before pushing herself up on her feet once again, and jogged over to Blake.
"Hey stupid," She called out, and he turned to her, causing her to snort in amusement, "So that's what your name is, stupid!"
Blake snarled, before running at her, with a dagger in his hand.
Out of the corner of her eye, Savannah could see Mick and Snart taking Carter's body while Jax covered them, before Savage let out another yell, then slamming his dagger into the floor, and the blue light shot out, knocking them all off their feet.
Savannah felt that weird burning sensation again, it was in her chest, before moving down her arms and legs, then it went away, and she once again felt that energy move through her.
Shoving herself up, Savannah ran around the room at high speed, knocking out most Savage's goons.
"Go! I'll deal with Savage," She heard Rip say to Snart, who replied with.
"Good luck with that."
Turning her attention back to the goons, Savannah covered the exit of Mick, Snart and Jax, before running back and slamming into Savage, to buy Rip time, then she went back to try and take down Blake, who then came running at her.
Slowing time, Savannah grabbed a stool and placed it at his feet, before standing off to the side as Time sped up.
And Blake fell flat on his face, much to her amusement.
"Oh my gosh, is the floor okay?" She asked dramatically.
Blake growled before turning around and throwing his dagger at her, Savannah caught it about, an arms length away from her face.
"Missed," She commented, before his other one dug into her shoulder.
Biting her lower lip to keep herself from making any sounds of pain, Savannah swung her good arm back, and knocked Blake unconscious.
Sitting down heavily, Savannah hissed in pain when her shoulder protested, biting her lower lip in preparation, she closed her eyes, reached up and ripped the knife out, causing her to gasp, "Ow, ow, ow,"
"...I look forward to meeting them."
Turning her head to the side, Savannah watched as Savage's body slid to the ground.
"You good?" She grunted softly, Rip looked down to meet her gaze, and Savannah watched as his eyes moved down to her shoulder.
"It's fine, I think," She replied to his silent question.
Rip walked around the altar and knelt down in front of her.
Grunting softly, Savannah shifted onto her knees, and struggled to her feet, she felt Rip slowly wrap one arm around her waist and help her up the rest of the way.
"Thanks, Capitano," She breathed as they made their way down the hall and to the maintenance elevator.
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By the time they got back, the wound had stopped bleeding.
Rip saw her to the Med Bay, despite her protest, and helped her down into the other chair.
"Whoa, what happened?" Ray asked, his eyes wide as he looked at Savannah's blood stained shoulder.
"Nothing," Savannah replied with a roll of her eyes, sounding like she had been asked that one too many times, "It's fine, Rip's just being a Gallina della madre."
Ray looked confused, "A what?"
"A mother hen," Savannah explained and Rip shot her a look, to which she ignored, "I'm fine, it's already almost fully healed."
Turning her head, Savannah smiled at the sight of Kendra, who was sitting up in the other chair.
"How are you feeling?"
Kendra returned the smile, but her eyes seemed clouded with grief.
"Better, thanks."
Nodding, Savannah turned to give Rip a annoyed look when she noticed him standing close to her chair, "Quit hovering Hunter, I'm fine,"
Kendra looked mildly amused as she, Martin and Ray, watched them both interact.
Savannah huffed and hooked the cuff around her wrist.
"Gideon?" She looked up, and suddenly she was encased in a blue light, and she hissed when her muscles seized involuntarily.
After a few minutes, Gideon was finished healing the wound, but left a scar at Savannah's request, and started replenishing the blood she had lost.
"Thank you for what you did for Carter," Savannah heard Kendra say to Rip.
"Believe me, it was a Team effort. As was, apparently, your recovery."
"Well," Ray spoke up, "Actually I did most of the physical work and Professor was there for emotional support."
Savannah chuckled softly in amusement at the look on Martin's face.
"You're welcome,"
Savannah turned her head to share a look with Kendra.
"Now, if we could just figure out a way to wrest the Amon Dagger out of Savage's hand and into yours." Martin said, and Savannah could see Kendra's exhaustion.
"I don't think I'm exactly up to taking him on right now," She replied softly, as Savannah pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"No, but you will be..." Rip started determinedly, "And we'll help you get ready,"
Savannah's lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, "Yeah, you can even use Rip as a practice dummy if you want to,"
Kendra cracked a smile, and Savannah let out a small laugh, while Rip let out a sigh.
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It was beautiful.
The place that they picked to bury Carter and Aldus.
Savannah had gone ahead of the others to say goodbye without an audience.
The wind blew gently, brushing the hair out of her face and pushing it over her shoulders.
kneeling down in front of the grave stones, Savannah reached out and let her fingers brush across Carter's name.
"I'm so sorry," She whispered softly, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but we'll look out for Kendra for you, don't worry, we won't let Savage take her away, I promise."
Feeling her heart constrict in her chest painfully, Savannah closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
Pushing herself up, Savannah turned her back to the stones to wipe the tears out of her eyes with her sleeves.
Blinking rapidly to try and push the tears back, Savannah breathed in deeply.
"Okay, I really need to stop being so stinking emotional." She said to herself, before pinching the bridge of her nose.
Suddenly she felt a flurry of different emotions, grief, regret, anger, determination, flood the back of her mind.
Turning her head to face her teammates, Savannah offered Kendra a small smile when she stood next to her with flowers in her hand.
And turned her head to Rip, when he came to stand on her other side.
As they all stood together in silence, Savannah felt oddly complete, it was a strange feeling that settled in her chest.
Suddenly Rip took a few steps forward, before turning to face them.
"The other day, I tried to find some words of inspiration. Words that would restore hope to us in the wake of our losses, but it is all of you, who have inspired me. Beginning with Professor Boardman and the with Carter, their heroism is...an inspiration to us all. And a reminder that one person acting alone can't save the world."
Savannah ducked her head slightly, her eyes glistening once again.
Sara was the first to leave, with Mick, Snart and Jax following, leaving Rip, Savannah, Martin, Ray and Kendra left.
Kendra knelt down and placed the flowers on the graves.
"Come back to me," She whispered softly, before standing up, and her Martin and Ray made their way back. Leaving Rip and Savannah.
Savannah took a few steps forward to stand next to Rip, allowing her arm to brush against his, and felt the silence to wrap around them comfortably.
"Nice speech," She murmured softly as the two started on their way back to the Waverider, "Did you practice that in the mirror?"
Rip turned to give her a half smile half smirk, and Savannah could feel the undercurrent of gratitude that caused her to smile.
"Come on," He replied gesturing to the hallway, "We need to get back to the bridge."
Savannah nodded, and followed Rip down the hall.
Suddenly Rip started jogging down the hall, as if suddenly remembering something, and Savannah looked confused, "Rip?"
Quickly, she started after him as they made their way to the bridge.
"Gideon, ready us for take off."
"Whoa, are we being chased or something?" Jax asked, looking between them in confusion.
"No, but I imagine that right about now, the museum has realized that their prized emerald is missing." He answered and Savannah narrowed her eyes In confusion.
"You want me to say sorry?" Snart started, with his arms crossed.
"Sorry, I don't do sorry," Mick growled.
"Which is fine, Mr. Rory, because you are owed the apology. I should have told you all before that this wasn't my first attempt to vanquish Vandal Savage, but the reason I failed before-"
"Was because you didn't have all of us." Ray interrupted.
"Obviously Dr. Palmer and I had our hands full tending to Ms. Saunders, but now that she's back on her feet-" Martin continued.
"We're back to full strength." Rip finished with a smile, and turned to look at Savannah who returned it.
"Or as strong as we can be without Carter," Kendra pointed out sadly.
"Quite true, but there is no point in us continuing any further. Unless we are all-and myself included, are committed to working in concert."
"You don't ditch us, we don't ditch you." Snart simplified, "Deal?"
"Sir, I've completed my review of the timeline." Gideon spoke up, "I calculate a 98% likelihood that Savage reappears in 1986."
"Chart a course, Gideon."
"Guess we're headed to the '80s." Ray said pulling the harness down, "Better break out your parachute pants."
"What the heck are parachute pants?" Jax questioned looking over at Ray.
Savannah looked just as confused, and shrugged her shoulders as she took a seat, "I have no idea."
Author's note: Hey guys! I really hope you guys liked this extra long chapter! I do apologize for how long it's taking me to post, *makes frustrated face* I'm trying my hardest to work as fast as I can, and like I said please review! it really helps move things along you know? And I would also like your opinions on Savannah, and how I'm doing with her interactions with Rip, and Jax, and even Gideon, I'm trying not to make her a Mary-Sue, *crosses fingers* but if I am, please let me know so I can change it!
And here are the translations.
Capitano: Captain.
Sta' lontano da lui: Stay away from him.
Maledetto maniac: Sick freak.
~DarkRed.