Spoilers: Ep 16.
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The Waverider's Omega
Legends
Ray is the only one to agree to his proposal of staying on as a permanent member of the Waverider before they even arrive in Star City to drop off Sara, and honestly Rip is not surprised in the least.
"This is a once, and a lifetime opportunity, I'm not going to pass it up." Ray laughed, before downing his shot of vodka, they were in what was left of his office. Sitting on opposite ends of the table that had survived, sharing a bottle.
Rip has long since given up on where the good doctor is hiding the bottles. In fact, he felt a certain kind of fondness for it, not that he would admit it to the Omega. However, if he continued on with the drinking, that plan may go right out the window.
"I imagine few would." Rip chuckled, refilled shot glass in hand, "it's going to be a pain to clean up though" he then sighed looking around his destroyed Corner of Brooding Solitude….maybe he should stop with the drinking.
"Don't worry, I'll help," Ray smiled, "could be fun even."
Rip downed his shot, and refilled it, "And how exactly will it be fun?"
"Well, maybe fun for me." Ray hummed, "Seeing you all sweaty and dirty from working on the ship is a bit of a turn on."
Rip eyed the Omega, he wasn't that drunk not to notice the question in Ray's eyes, dark eyes asking if what happened that night would continue, and no doubt turn into something else. Most likely like what Ray had with Mick and Len, and had started with Kendra and Carter before Savage had kidnapped them.
And although the thought of it was not unappealing, Rip didn't know if that is what he genuinely wanted, or if it he wanted it because he was slowly starting to accept the fact that he would never have what he once did, and didn't want to face that alone.
"Dr. Palmer, what happened—"
Ray sliding out of his seat had him going silent, and was surprised when the Omega closed the small distance between them. Ray used his leg to push apart the Alpha's own, and then kneeled between them.
"…..I have very mixed feelings about this."
Ray giggled, before turning around, and sitting properly on the floor. Wrapping one arm around the Alpha's leg, the Omega rested his head against Rip's thigh with a happy sigh. Rip stared down at the dark hair, the humming of the ship the only thing between them. After a moment, and some hesitation, the Time Master ran his fingers though the soft hair. After an even longer moment, whatever tension lingered, left as he somewhat slumped in his chair. His fingers turned from running through to absently playing, Ray started humming.
He figured it out.
This is what he wanted.
~.~
It's only when she and her Dad are leaving the cemetery, and through the grief and anger that it hits her.
She can't stay.
And while much of the reason is Damien Darhk, the other reason is the team.
The misfit group of people, who somehow, through all their bickering, causing trouble through the timeline; and making Rip regret a lot of things in his life. Through their gains, and loss, have somehow, some why. Became a family, a Pack. And while she knew they all had a hand in it, she also knew Ray played the biggest part. And he did it in the most simplest of way.
Being their Omega.
And an Alpha always protected her Omega and Pack.
~.~
He's about three hours in when he finally admitted it to himself.
He missed the Waverider, missed traveling through time and seeing all kinds of sights and people, missed the team.
He missed the bickering, driving Rip crazy, and finding new parts of the ship to explore. Rip's complaining about them never doing as their told. Sara' and Kendra's teasing, Mick's blunt words, and yet quiet presence. He'll always miss that mischievous glint in Len's eyes, and that naughty smirk. He'll even miss Carter brief their time had been. More importantly, he missed Ray.
Missed the cooking, and dorky jokes, the subtle fussing, and worrying. Missed knowing that all he had to do was look over his shoulder, and Ray would be there. To help, listen, for him.
"Jax? Baby, what's wrong?"
Blinking, Jax looked at his mother who was giving him a concerned look, they were eating. His favorite, sweet and spicy chicken, he hadn't even touched it.
"Mom….I have to tell you something."
~.~
"It's so weird."
Carter stopped his people watching, and looked at Kendra, his soulmate was swirling her fork around in her pasta, expression thoughtful, but also a little lost.
"What is my love?"
"Being free, never thought it was possible, in fact. I'm still expecting it to be all just a dream, and I'm going to wake up anytime soon."
Carter reached over, and placed his hand over hers, stopping Kendra from swirling her fork, when she looked at him, she smiled.
"I know, it's amazing and scary at the same time. Just thinking about it makes me want to hide in my bedroom."
"To which Ray will suddenly be at the door bribing us with food, so we'd come out." Kendra chuckled.
"Or worse, he'd come in with the food."
"And if that didn't work, he'd sic Sara on us."
They both laughed.
"And if that didn't work" Kendra said, her laughter dwindled down to giggling, "he'd join us, and stayed there until we were ready to face the world again."
Carter studied her expression, even though his time with the team was short, he figured out enough to realize that there was a bond between them and Ray. And it wasn't hard to see why, Ray was something different, a different kind of Omega. Or maybe the good doctor was what an Omega truly was if society and people wasn't in the way. Perhaps that's why it had been so easy for his acceptance of Ray, and Kendra's feelings for the Omega along with his own. And why, he asked the question.
"Do you want him with us?"
Kendra smiled, it was a little sad, "Yes, but he won't come. I—We want him, but the others, they need him. And Ray needs them."
~.~
Clarissa wasn't a fool, she knew something had changed her husband long before Jax had called her. And she was pretty sure it had to do with the Omega who's scent covered her husband. It was unique, nothing she's ever smelt before.
It gave her a kind of comfort.
An odd thing, if your believed in those Alpha/Omega stereotypes, she didn't. It most likely had something to do with her Omega grandfather and Uncle, who always made her aware of what an Omega really was. Their purpose, understanding who and what they were, and not to listen to those idiots who thought they knew better. This Omega, Ray her husband told her, no doubt had cared for husband as best he could, as well as being respectful of Martian's married status.
Not to mention she trusted her husband.
And that is what gave her the comfort, and strength to tell him to go. To tell him that she would regret not pushing him to do this, to let him be the hero she always knew he was, because she would.
And because, the team, Jax, and the Omega named Ray, would be there to make sure he came home to her.
~.~
When Rip dropped him off in Central City after his talk with the past Len, he wasn't really surprised that Ray followed him to his crappy apartment, after promising to meet the Captain at the designated place they all agreed to when the time came.
It was Ray after all.
"Why am I not surprised that you don't have anything green in here." Ray said pulling his head from out the fridge.
"I eat greens."
"I don't think Chef Boyardee counts."
"It said it had vegetables on the can."
Ray laughed as he joined the Alpha on the old couch, Mick rumbling when the Omega leaned, and nuzzled into his neck.
"If this is you trying to seduce me into joining you and Rip," Mick growled, voice husky when Ray started nibbling on his ear, "it's working."
Giggling, Ray gave on last nibble before pulling away, squeaking when he was suddenly tackled back onto the couch and underneath Mick. His shirt was pulled up, off and tossed on the surprisingly clean floor, then Mick was kissing him. Wet and heated.
"Honestly, I wasn't trying to seduce you." Ray panted when Mick pulled away.
Mick raised a brow.
"Um, well, okay I was. But it was more of goodbye sex?"
Ray ended it in a question, but there was hope in those dark eyes. Begging for something Mick wasn't too closed off not to admit he wanted.
At least, not anymore.
What started off as another job, turned into an adventure he never dreamed or even knew he wanted. And the people, who he is pretty sure are crazier than him, became something he only thought he could get with Len.
Then there was Ray.
Ray, who called him a criminal, but for whatever reason didn't judge him because of it. Never called, or looked at him like he was an idiot just because he didn't understand or care about the technobabble or whatever. Sighed in fond exasperation at his actions and bluntness, but was never afraid to speak his mind when he felt like he needed or should. Who touched his scars without hesitation. Ray, who accepted what he, and everyone else on that ship gave him, and didn't ask for much in return if ever.
Even now, while it was very obvious he wanted Mick to come with him, he wasn't asking out loud. Wasn't begging, or even attempting to bribe him. The Omega obviously wanted too, but wasn't.
"You're an idiot." Mick sighed, leaning down to kiss him, stopping the starting protests, "I'm not going anywhere" he then said when he pulled away, "now stop thinking, and let me fuck you into this couch."
Ray blinked, and laughed.
See, crazy.
He still fucked him into the couch though.
~.~
"A full compliment" Rip chuckled as he strolled up to them, "to be honest, I had my doubts that all of you would be willing to throw in with me a second go."
"Actually" Kendra spoke up, "we're not coming with you."
The two smile when everyone turned their attention to them, its small and sad, telling them that this decision was not made likely, and they will be remembered and greatly missed.
"With Savage gone" Carter said, "we want to start fresh, see what happens."
"Can't fault you for that" Jax said.
There are hugs, even Mick lets Kendra hug him, and the look he gives Carter over her shoulder clearly told the other Alpha that he better do right by her. Carter grinned, and nodded before going over to say goodbye to Rip and whisper something in the Captain's ear.
Then came the really hard part.
"Ray—"
The Omega gently shush her as he pressed their foreheads together, "I wish, and want nothing, but the best for the both of you."
Eyes shining and wet with swelling tears, Kendra smiled, before kissing him on the forehead. Then with a soft goodbye, she moved away for Carter.
"Keep them from getting themselves killed." The Alpha said.
"Can't make any promises, especially Mick."
"I heard that."
Chuckling, Carter hugged the Omega, nuzzled into his neck before pulling away to kiss Ray on the lips.
"Be safe."
Then, they were gone.
"Every time they do that, I get hungry for chicken."
There is soft laughter all around.
"I'll fry some for you." Ray grinned, bumping his shoulder against the Alpha's.
"Brownies too?" Jax asked eagerly.
"Brownies too, and yes, you can lick the bowl Professor Stein."
"Is there any vodka left?"
"Mmm, a few, gonna have to stock up soon."
"Are you ever going to tell us where you're keeping them?"
"Nope."
"We could always try tickling him for answers."
"You're a cruel, cruel, woman."
"I try."
Smiling, Rip followed his Pack to the ship.
The Time Masters were an organization charged with protecting history from rouge time travelers, but they were destroyed.
Under the leadership of Rip Hunter, a group of people have taken up their mantle.
Sara Lance, former member of the League of Assassins.
Dr. Raymond Palmer, the Atom.
The Arsonist, Mick Rory.
Firestorm, the merged form of Jefferson Jackson, and Martin Stein.
They are a team of outcasts, and misfits.
So don't call them heroes.
They are Legends.