Yay! I made room for Spider-Man. Sadly he will not be playing a big part in this, but I did made him make a brief appearance an upcoming chapter as well.

Enjoy!

Earth 1: CCPD

18:15

Julian impatiently swatted a moth that had alighted itself on the top of the stack of magazines. The 'little bastard' as he began to think of it, flitted away completely unscathed and landed on the top of the chemical rack.

"Fine you little bugger," he growled at it, "Fall in the carborane superacid and see if I care. At least then you'd stop eating my socks."

The moth only fluttered its wings at him and took off. Julian grumbled in disgust and turned his attention back to the data on the most recent murder. Or as Sergeant Mercado was beginning to label, a 'paranormal death'. Though Mercado was by far one of the most superstitious members on the force, Julian did have to give him credit. The recent string of murders were very supernatural in cause. All the victims were from different time periods, mostly modern day people, and the few odd balls that were dressed in army uniforms from seventy years ago. The most recent one was that of an army officer from 1965. Or perhaps it some poor sod that was on his way to a costume party, had gotten lost, and was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Julian groaned and dragged his hand over the bridge of his nose in an effort to massage the two bags hanging from his eyes. Captain Singh had been increasing the force's shifts and there was a curfew in place as more bodies began to drop. The earthquake days earlier had rattled everyone to the core, but the city was in much better condition than the damage done in Los Angeles. He could still see the news images every time he closed his eyes and it did nothing but add to his sour mood.

"I have some coffee," Mack plopped a half empty coffee carafes on the desk, rattling the glass fishbowl sitting on it. He stepped back and added apologetically,"Its uh...been seeping for about four hours."

Julian poured himself a glass and nearly spat the thick glob back into the cup. Mack was right. It was completely undrinkable. Not wanting to make a scene, Julian forced himself to swallow the mouthful and set his mug back down. Though his lips were puckered he managed to give the other man something he hoped was a close proximity to a smile.

"Thanks mate."

Mack pulled a chair up and sat down. The twenty or so officer, looked even worse than Julian felt. It wouldn't have been surprising if he had grey streaks in his black hair to go along with the dark circles under his eyes.

"Singh wants to know if you found anything yet..." the five-year veteran said in an effort to start a conversation, "Er...that was until he had go to that scheduled news conference."

Julian sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had already forgotten about that. If he listened carefully, he was able to make out the rapid questions and tittering voices of the press in the lobby.

"They're like vultures," he growled, "Anything particular they're bringing up?"

"Well," Mack removed his hat and played with the rim of it, "They've been asking about where the Flash has gone. No one's seen him for days." He looked curiously at Julian, "You know him pretty well. Know anything?"

Shit. Julian made an effort to keep the panic off his face.

"Sorry mate. Not much. I have no clue."

He put on a fake smile. Ferociously, the Brit prayed that he wouldn't ask about the Flash's alter ego: his CSI partner.

Bloody hell Allen. I swear to God I'm going to punch you when you get back.

"Huh," Mack scratched his head before looking around with a frown, "How's Barry doing? I heard he's out with the stomach flu."

Was this guy a mind reader? Julian sighed and brushed non-existent lint off his pant leg.

"He's doing better. He's no longer...disappearing into the restroom to throw up. But he still has a fever and shakes and chills."

Mack winced sympathetically, "Ouch. It's been going around. Dillon had it a few weeks ago and had to miss a couple of days at school." He peered curiously over at the case papers.

Julian knew what he was asking, "Promise me you won't tell Mercado."

The officer snorted, "Hell no. He's been hiding a bulb of garlic in his pocket since Gary jokingly told him that one of the corpses had fang marks in it's neck. It rotted and stunk up the room so bad that we used up all the air fresheners in the store room. The last thing we need is him convincing Singh to get rid of the cracked mirror in the basement."

The CSI scowled slightly, but shifted the newspaper he had haphazardly slapped on top of the recent case when Mack had entered the room, "Again mate. Not a single word." The police officer nodded solemnly, so Julian decided to continue, "Three bodies have turned up recently in various places around town. Witness describe seeing a bright flash of blue light moments before the body appeared out of midair and landing in front of them from the air. Two of the poor blokes were still alive only to die on impact. Another was already dead, and had to be removed by the fire department since the body was tangled up in some telephone lines."

"So some type of disappearing act?" Mack arched an eyebrow, "Or Meta related." His tone didn't make the statement at all questioning.

Julian couldn't look him in the eye, and felt his stomach churn. Of course the incidents had his first thought turn to the new Metahumans from the Flashpoint time shift. Perhaps one of them had the ability to teleport anyone of anything they touched, including themselves. But nothing added up. None of the corpses had any marks on them and found fingerprints placed in AFIS came up with matches to people who had been no where near the victims or had absolutely no connections to them what-so-ever. The victim's themselves also appeared to not exist, as their prints did not match up to anything in the database.

Oddly enough, one of the victim's DNA matched up with a living person. It was rather eerie seeing the two look-a-likes; looking so similar they could've been identical twins. But they weren't and the living doppelganger lived somewhere in France and had not even traveled to the U.S.

"It's hard to say at this point," Julian admitted, "To be honest I have absolutely no idea."

"So in other words we are in the dark at this point?"

"Unfortunately."

Mack sighed heavily, "This city keeps getting stranger and stranger. Sooner or later I wouldn't be surprised if half the city went mad." He shuttled in his seat again as if uncomfortable, "Um. Also...Singh wants you to make a statement."

Julian didn't want to shoot the messenger, though he was tempted to strangle him,"Could you have told me this earlier?" he snapped, tugging on his coat, "You're making me look like Allen!"

"Sorry..." Mack muttered apologetically.

Both men hurried to reach the press conference, not noticing as another minor earthquake shook the room enough to rattle the vials in their shelves. Nor did they notice as various flashes of bright blue light lit up the sky above the city.

Location: Space

Time: Unknown

Nate didn't think posting a guard on a well armed time-ship was necessary. For one, it was in cloak mode, and second they were no where near any hostile planets with alien species that were keen to kidnapping humans and sticking them upon their ship unconscious—and subjected to a fake life/reality machine.

But no one said no to the captain. Especially someone who was previous trained by the League of Assassins.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy regarding his cremates most of which were repairing their gear, napping, or training. Even feeding Mick's pet rat would've been more entertaining than watching the stars in the distance twinkle merrily, and wondering if something was going to leap out from behind the planet to eat them. Sara had strictly told Gideon to turn off the virtual reality games to prevent any distractions. Still, he couldn't complain too much. The view outside the windscreen was breathtaking, and he was able to make out more stars than he would be able to see while in the city.

However, it didn't prevent him from complaining.

"Gideon..." he called out, "What's the score between the Jays and the Diamonds?"

He twirled the captain's seat around and lowered it up and down a couple of times like a kid, before jiggling the joystick around; halfheartedly making shooting noises with his mouth. "Pew, pew..." Apparently the serum didn't give him to blow up space junk with his mind.

"I'm sorry Dr. Haywood, Ms. Lance has prevented me from even mentioning sports to you."

"Oh come on," Nate sat up indignantly, "Just because I hit Babe Ruth's baseball and busted the ceiling light—"

"I know you said it was an accident," Gideon replied cheerfully, "And if it counts as anything, I believe you. After all you cannot determine at what angle the ball would go unless you received a doctorate in mathematics."

"Math wasn't my strongest subject," the historian muttered gloomily, "Nor was science."

He leaned back and started flicking a piece of leather that had frayed away from the arm rest. It flipped back and forth and eventually loosened; dropping to the ground. Nate bent down to pick it up and nearly missed seeing a bright flash of blue light and the object that flew past the front of the ship. The blast radius coming off it was powerful enough to send the Waverider listing to the starboard side with a groan. Nate yelped and tumbled out of the chair. His arm shot out and he managed to grab a hold of the armrest crushing it under his grip.

Fight or flight mode had taken over and he had 'steeled up' the second he went airborne. But that also meant—

"Oh sh—" the words were cut off when a loud explosion happened somewhere behind them as a second, much smaller and lighter craft sped after the first one. Three more followed after it.

"I am detecting several foreign craft firing upon each other," Gideon spoke; her normally level voice sounding slightly strained, "The larger of the group is taking on critical damage."

"Gideon," Nate grunted as the metal covering his skin receded leaving him vulnerable to Sara's fists when she found out what he had done to her chair, "...straighten...the ship...please."

He scrambled frantically for a handhold without trying to break anything else or his back; there was now a sheer drop behind him as the ship now angled to about eighty degrees.

There was muffled rumbling noise as the blasters below the cargo bay powered up on the side that was titling. Slowly but surely, Gideon leveled the ship out and emitted a three alarm chime when she had completed her task.

"Shall I alert the rest of the crew Dr. Haywood?" she asked.

Nate having tumbled to the ground when the ship, non-to-gently straightened out, hooked both his arms on the damaged arm rest and pulled himself up; air blasting out of his mouth from the effort, "I don't think that's necessary," he grunted giving up and lying on the ground with arms spread out, "Because they're going to be coming through the door in three...two..."

He pointed his index finger at the sliding doors just as they opened. Sara stormed in followed by Nick and Ray. The rest of the crew was away gathering supplies from earth, leaving only the four of them behind on the ship. Mick had his pet rat sitting on his shoulder, nibbling contently at a piece of banana.

"What the hell Metal man," the man grunted in his usual deep and slightly nasal voice, "You woke me from my nap. I hate getting woken from my naps."

He punched his fist into his palm for emphasis. Nate swallowed hard and looked over at Sara whose expression seemed to be determining what level of pain she was going to inflict on him. Instinctively, he moved to cover up the crumpled handhold in the chair arm rest.

"What...did...you...do?" even her voice threw daggers at him even though the real ones remained strapped to her tigh.

"Nothing," he admitted truthfully, "I didn't touch anything," he said less truthfully.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid that craft is sustaining critical damage. I am detecting several life-forms aboard, and if we do not act fast, I am afraid that they will perish."

"So what," Mick growled picking his pet rat off his shoulder and setting it down on the middle counsel where Gideon's head usually appeared, "They're aliens. I don't like aliens except for Skirt."

Ray stared at him in shock, "Are you serious? I admit...I'm never going to watch Alien again...but we should help them. Might even score us some points with another race and maybe prevent them from invading earth at anytime in the future."

Sara glared at him, "Even though I would agree with Mick following the Dominator abduction, I'm going to have to agree with Gideon...and you on this one. We help them...and then we get out." She stalked over to the pilot chair before turning around and adding, "And Mick...get that thing off the computer. If he poops on it, I'm going to bring the rat poison out of storage."

"Alright. No need to be nasty Blondie," Mick grunted, picking the rat up and slipping it into Ray's hand, "Here Haircut. Hold on to Chester for me till I sit down will ya?"

Ray gulped slightly, and held the rat out at arm's length as he sat down in the chair. When Mick settled into his own seat, Palmer quickly stuck Chester on his owner's lap and retreated; wiping his hands on his pants. Sara sat down and noticed what happened to her arm rest. Turning around, she spotted Nate looking down at his shoe's; his face having gone as white as a ghost.

"We'll talk later," her voice was low and threatening, before she faced forward's again activating the control console.

Nate heard Ray leaning over to whisper into his ear, "You do realize that mean's she going to kick your ass right?"

"Don't remind me," he moaned burying his head into his hands.

Sara yanked the throttle back causing the Wave Rider to shoot forwards, leaving behind a plum of smoke and Nate's stomach. His head snapped back and slammed into the the neck rest as he watched the speedometer on his arm rest jump from the speed of sound to just below light speed. Nate's time on the time ship had cured him of any sickness post-time jumping, but not of the queasiness that always struck anytime they past 340.9 m/s. He gritted his teeth as the ship bounced up and down roughly as Sara skillfully navigated over asteroids and space junk. The movement of the Wave Rider unpleasently reminded him of the pin-ball game he used to play as a kid; with the ship being the pin-ball and the meteoroids being the paddles.

"S—aaaa—rraaaa," he managed to speak past his chattering teeth as they clanked together, "IIIIIII—hhhooopppeee—yyyou kkknow whhaatt youuu are dooing."

"Shut up Nate, otherwise I'm pulling over and you drive," she snapped but he could hear the strain in her voice, "Gideon. Status?"

"We are approaching the ships. Perhaps we shall deploy the energy cannon once we are in range."

"No. Give them a warning shot. If they don't back off..."she paused before ordering, "Keep the Waverider in stealth mode and don't fire until I say so. They won't know we are here, so we should use the element of surprise while we have it."

There was a faint humming noise, as Gideon complied.

"So...you think we can meet Captain Kirk after this is over?" Ray asked jokingly. He turned grey when Sara turned her attention off controlling the ship; long enough to glower at him.

"Mick," she said turning forwards again.

"Yes?" the man grunted.

"Make sure these two stay quiet. This isn't Star Trek and I won't be able to concentrate if they start babbling like Cisco."

"With pleasure," Mick smirked and glanced at them smugly, "They say duct-tape has thousand uses. In you two bozos cases...a hundred and four."

Nate and Ray shared a look pertaining to the man's horrible algebra skills but wisely stayed quiet. But it didn't stop them from grinning like a bunch of kids.

They drew closer and were flying over the alien crafts. Or UFO's, Nate supposed they should call them that, despite knowing 'exactly' what they were looking at. The four smaller craft looked very similar to Oliver Queen's arrowheads. They were grayish-red and were bristling with laser guns that kept firing upon the larger ship which was obviously fleeing from them. The target ship was much larger, however still small compared to the Waverider. Its coloration must have been light blue and orange at some point, before having its paint and weapons shot off. It had the appearance of a bulky bird of prey with two wind turbines stuck on its wings to provide lift and speed. The turbines were broken and smoke billowed from the ship's port side and under its belly; making the craft appear to be limping through the air. It still managed to dodge many of the blasts from its pursuers but was slowing down.

How smoke was billowing off the space ship despite oxygen being near non-existent in space was beyond Nate's comprehension. At the alien crafts indicated they had seen them. Stealth mode had its advantages.

Sara made the Waverider draw closer until they were right on top of one of the enemy craft. Nate strained his neck to look inside the cockpit, hoping to catch a glace of the alien pilot. To his disappointed the canopy was tinted, or was purposely darkened to prevent anyone from seeing inside. The Waverider flew forwards silently until they were right next to the bigger ship. Its windows were see through, but they still couldn't see inside since they were flying behind the blind side of the ship.

Nate knew why Sara was taking such precaution. Despite being in stealth mode, the Waverider could easily be spotted if it brushed against anything. The clocking ability also had a bad habit of rippling like waves if it was buffeted by anything as light as a pebble or as big as a cannonball. They also did not have a clue if whether this was a clever trick enticing them into a trap.

But it was soon easy to see that the ship was really in trouble. Another laser blast shot out from behind them and further crippled the ship. With a groan, the Alien craft tilted further to the side, and Nate was alarmed to see flame break out from one of the smoking wings. His heart sunk knowing that the passengers and pilot were going to be in serious trouble if they didn't do anything soon.

"Captain..." he asked weakly, "Permission to give them hell?"

A grin slowly slid from end of Sara's face to the other end, "Gideon. Let them see what its like to go up against a twenty second century time ship."

She drew back until she was behind the enemy ships and turned the stealth mode off. Rocketing low over the smaller crafts, she opened up the blasting guns mounted on the sides of the Waverider and fired. Two ships exploded; pieces cantering all over the place and adding more space junk to the mix. Sara ceased firing, stopping just short of the weakened craft. She drew up close and wagged her wings in confirmation of being 'friendlies'. They still couldn't make out the passengers, but it was easy to sense that they were probably standing in the cockpit gawking at them.

"Gideon, deploy the tow line. Lets get them out of here and leave them stranded on some sort of planet where they can repair and hopefully breath," she said wincing as the enemy got over their initial shock and started firing at them.

It was a honestly terrifying prospect to think that only a few inches of titanium were preventing them from getting fried. Sparks flew from the lights overhead as the ship groaned slightly. An alarm went off allowing them to know that their guns had been damaged.

The ship rattled as its starboard side was struck by another laser blast and made the entire cabin shake. Sara increased the throttle and the ship jerked forwards. As it picked up speed, they drew nearer to an asteroid that would have easily dwarfed the Empire State Building.

"Uh...Sara?" Ray asked with a concerned expression on his face.

The space rock drew closer. Its was close enough to make out every cranny and hole embedded into the side of the immense rock. If they crashed into it at the speed that they were going, there would only be a smear mark left.

"SARA!" Nate didn't even bother masking the panic in his voice.

At the last possible minute, Sara jerked the ship to the side causing the rock to pass by them by mere inches. There was someone screaming loudly as the Waverider scraped the sides of the space rock, the rescued ship bouncing behind them like a child's toy. It quivered as its belly scrapped the side of the asteroid, sending up a shower of sparks; threatening to spin out of control. Nate realized that the screaming came from him and he clamped down on his tongue hard enough to make his mouth fill with blood.

His pants felt slightly damp and he clenched his legs tightly together in a last ditched effort to prevent anyone from seeing he had soiled himself. However, when he glanced over at his friends, he could see that Ray was in very similar situation. He could've sworn he heard his friend mutter, "I'm too young to die."

Mick didn't even look fazed, in fact his hands were up in the air and he was grinning as if he were on a ride at Disney Land. Sara seemed practically immune, though her teeth were gritted from the effort of keeping her sanity in hand.

The shaking stopped and Sara tilted the ship further to the side before whipping the ship in a three hundred and sixty degree angle and traveling back the way they had come. Sara pressed the trigger handle and opened fire as she past over the enemy; sending the damage alarm into overdrive. One shot intercepted another laser shot from the nearest UFO, both blasts blowing up and causing an enormous smoke cloud.

Taking advantage of the cover, Sara dived into the smoke and activated the cloaking mechanism before exiting. She was panting but managed to keep her voice level.

"Gideon. Status report."

"I'm afraid that both ships have taken on serious damage. We will only be able to remained cloaked for only a few more moments as the device was damaged in the initial firefight."

"How long till we get to earth?" Sara asked.

"Wait...what!?" Nate stared at her slightly shocked, "Are you crazy? The last thing we need is for them to start invading...again."

"You have a better idea?" she snapped.

"May I make a suggestion?" Gideon asked calmly, "I calculate a ninety eight percent chance that if we are to draw them to a remote location, I will be able to scramble their outgoing messages for a backup fleet."

"Then what is the most remote location on earth," Ray asked, "Please don't say the Bermuda Triangle..."

"That would be an excellent place to..."

"No serious. Anything but the Bermuda Triangle. Do you know how many nut jobs go there to see if UFO's do exist? Plus Argus gave us an absolutely no fly zone in any of those areas."

There was a muffled groan as another blast struck them. Sara sat back looking thoughtful.

"Gideon. Can any of the ships survive re-entry?"

"Yes Ms. Lance. Though I would not recommend—"

"If it can be done, then do it," Sara commanded leaning forwards, "Boys. Hold onto your hats. This is going to be a bumpy ride."

Before Nate could gather up the courage to ask what she meant, she had pressed the Waverider into a steep swan dive. As they rocketed towards the atmosphere of the blue planet, Nate felt his body start floating and pressing against his safety belt. Panic set in and he grabbed onto the nearest thing in an effort to feel anchored—which was his arm rests. His stomach seemed to go up to his throat, while his liver went into his knees. Re-entering earth's atmosphere at the speed they were going felt like going of Niagara Falls in a wooden barrel; at any time they and their new cargo could break up and be destroyed. Flames started to glow and the front of the Wave Rider turned bright red.

"HOLY SH—"

He didn't even know who had started to say exactly what he was thinking before getting cut off by another jarring blast from the enemy. Nick still had his hands up in the air and was cheering, while Ray and Nate scrambled in their seats; pulling their legs up in a fruitless effort to get as far away from the rapidly approaching planet as possible. Gideon did help matters, by counting down the distance of them becoming a smear mark on the surface of the earth.

"24069.14 meters. 18288 meters."

Nate shakily unclenched the fingers of his right hand in order to pry his eyes open. The continents which used to look like large version of what was seen drawn in kindergarten classrooms, took on the appearance of giant jigsaw puzzles of the different countries.

"1524 meters."

The blue of the ocean shimmered brightly off to the side as they drew nearer and nearer to where Arizona was located.

"304.8 meters."

Nate could make out the different sand formations as Sara gradually picked the Waverider's nose up slightly, ever so slightly but continued to drop towards the ground.

"15.24 meters."

Sara suddenly straightened the Wave Rider out so it was flying level, but continued flying it at just below its top speed. Arching through the canyon, she weaved in between natural rock formations dodging potshots. One of the shots, hit the canyon wall exploding millions of tons of rock and dust everywhere. Nate yelled and jumped instinctively.

"You're going to really piss off the park service," he pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure they won't be pissed when they find out aliens are responsible," Sara gritted.

She barrel rolled to the side barely missing another shot. Engines screaming she rocketed towards a tower of water falls. Nate swallowed hard while Gideon temporary popped up a screen identifying the cascade as the Grand Falls. With its muddy coloration that made it was hard to determine how large they really were and if they ended up crashing into it, having anybody have any hope of finding their bodies...

"Lets give this one more shot," Sara muttered.

The falls drew closer, and closer. Even through the screaming of the engine, Nate could hear the roaring of the millions of cubic gallons of water as it spilled over the rocks until the brown pool below. He squeaked in alarm as they drew even closer than they had with the asteroid. Just before it seemed that they were going to hit it, Sara wrenched the control back sending them in a ninety degree angle into the air. For a moment, there was absolute silence. Then two explosions sounded off in unison behind them, letting them know that she had succeeded in destroying both of the ships.

As soon as they had cleared the falls Sara turned the ship around, and allowed it to hover several feet over the roaring water's brink. The orange and blue ship's belly trailed gently in the water, allowing a small ripples to part the falls; exposing the smooth and sandy riverbed below.

Nate watched the orange clouds billow up from the side of the cliff below them, "That was...creative. Though I'm pretty sure you just ticked off several Native American tribes by blowing up a sacred monument to them."

"Shut up," but Sara sounded slightly pleased with her success.

She angled the Waverider to the right and wrestled with the controls as the ship began to sway drunkingly.

"Damage to the ship has become critical. I recommend setting down immdietly," Gideon said.

Nate would have liked to say that they landed gracefully. Instead they landed in way that would've given him a heart-attack had he not experienced hard landings previously. They hadn't even traveled ten miles before the Wave Rider groaned and tilted down. Sara strained back on the toggle and barely had time to let the landing gear down. It promptly became caught on a rock, sending the time ship skip hopping across the desert floor,like a round pebble on the surface of a smooth lake. It traveled about fifty meters, bouncing occasionally, and sending up plums of smoke, rocks, and dust.

The Waverider moaned as it spun around until it was facing the rescued ship face to face. By some miracle it hadn't been squashed when the larger ship ran over it; perhaps the difference in height had something to do with it. The safety line was still attached like a silver snake that whipped around as they continued to skid across the ground. Eventually they came to an abrupt stop against a towering rock formation that created a half formed cave in a cliff face. A quick glance out the window confirmed that if anyone spotted the ten foot deep by fifty across ditch, they'd know something had crashed landed.

"Ugh," some how Nate managed to pry his forehead off his knee, "Next time we go up against aliens...how about a big...fat...no."

The safety belts released, sending him tumbling against the metal surface. He wanted to kiss it, but knew he'd look like an idiot. Instead, he stood up and cleared his throat.

"So now what?"

"We get them off the safety line," Sara spoke causally strolling over to the Captain's quarters and picking up one of her daggers, which she slipped into her sleeve, "And tell them to get the hell off my planet."

"And hope that they're grateful..." Ray muttered.

A small explosion followed by a string of curses which sounded too human, resounded from outside the ship.

"You two. Stay behind and try to contact the others. Nate, you're with me."

"Why does it have to be me?" he moaned.

Sara crept towards the cargo bay, and pressed the release button to lower the doors. With a hiss they retracted down, sending sand into Nate's eyes and hair. He coughed, and took a step down before leaping back in alarm as a rattle snake slithered across the metal. Sara unperturbed, picked up the snake by the back of its head and tossed it carelessly to the side; the reptile hissed at her angrily before disappearing behind a dune.

"Did I mention how much I hate snakes?" Nate said innocently when she turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

She offered him a rare smile, "About a hundred thousand times."

Sara advanced forward, clutching the knife tightly behind her back. Nate muttered something before tentatively following her, scanning the sand anxiously for anything the resembled reptile. A hard elbow to his side, made him jump and turn to his friend.

"What was that—"

She immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, hard enough to make his lips burn. Silently, she pointed to the area in front of them. Nate turned his head and was startled to see a...person?

The man—Nate decided he looked too human to be called an alien—had his back to them. He wore a maroon coat that went past his knees, and had wavy brownish red hair. Given the hundred degree temperature, it was amazing he was not panting from the heat.

"Damn it," the man cursed and kicked the side of the ship, "Paint job is screwed, and the flying mechanism is ruined."

Sara somehow managed to sneak up behind him and gently pressed the end of her baton into the back of his neck.

"Either you turn around slowly, or I take your head off. And drop the ray guns hanging on your sides."

The man stiffened but did not turn around or obey what she had ordered. Very slowly, he started moving to grab his weapons.

"I said drop it," Sara hissed, abruptly reaching under his coat, yanking the guns from the belt, and tossing them to Nate. He gulped and fumbled with the guns for a moment before managing to still his hands long enough to set them on the ground next to him. His hands still shook, and he held them behind him to hide them. Standing this close to an human-like alien made him nervous.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you," the man muttered.

Somewhere behind the ship, a red dot suddenly focused on Sara forehead. She immediately drew her dagger out and pressed it against the man's throat. He visibly gulped. Though he was nearly a foot taller than her, she somehow managed to succeed in nearly strangling him. Carefully, she maneuvered his body so it acted as a shield.

"Tell them to stand down, or I slit your throat."

"You know, women aren't normally like this," the man choked, "And they normally don't drive spaceships that lousy."

Nate face-palmed knowing that the man had just dug a deeper hole for himself.

"Tell them to stand down," Sara snarled, pressing the knife tighter, "And I will consider forgetting what was just said."

For a moment nothing happened. Nate took several deep breaths and prepared to steel up; hoping that he would have enough time to cover Sara if things went south.

To his relief, the man held his hand up and said, "Guys. Stand down. I'm losing oxygen here."

An inhuman sounding snarl resounded from the ship, but the red dot disappeared. Nate let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, wondering why Sara had asked him to tag along. It seemed like she had the situation handled.

"Now you are going to tell me," Sara released her prisoner. He spun around and glared at her, a thin line of blood standing out against his neck, "Why the hell you brought aliens to my front doorstep."

"Your doorstep?" the man cocked an eyebrow as he gingerly felt his throat, "Since when is a planet in control of a—"

He cut himself off, perhaps realizing that the next words out of his mouth would leave him with a dagger sticking out of his chest. Sara gave him the ultimate stinking eye.

"Since earth has had an alien invasion that nearly killed half the planet with a bomb. Now you are going to have a chance to repair your ship, but after that I want you out of here"

The man stood there looking slightly stunned, "This is Terran?"

"What?"

"Terran," Nate interjected, "Latin for earth. Usually used in science fiction terms to describe our..." He broke off when Sara slowly turned to glare at him, "I'll shut up now."

"Thank you professor Tin-head," she said sarcastically, "I know what the term means." She turned back to the alien, "What I can't figure out, is how this...idiot—"

"Hey!" the man protested.

"—knows about this planet and seems to know how to speak English so well. And tell the truth. I'll know if you're lying."

The man turned his head slightly and gave Nate a look, 'Is she serious?"

Nate nodded solemnly and moved a few inches backwards in case things became messy. He knew that Sara was very unlikely to disembowel the stranger, but did not want to take any chances.

"Alright. Fine. You get three questions."

Sara growled and pressed the knife against his throat again, "Then again, you can ask as many as you like..."

"You have a name?" she asked, "Not a code name."

"Er...Peter?"

"You an alien?"

"Only half."

The knife loosened slightly.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"I'm pretty sure you brought me here."

Nate snorted and was promptly hit in the arm by a rock.

"No. I mean you were not here before. Where did you come from?"

"Earth X?" Peter asked innocently.

Sara released him suddenly, sending him sprawling to the ground. He gasped and held his throat again perhaps thinking she had taken out his wind-pipe, "What the hell is your problem lady?" Indignantly, he stood up and dusted himself off.

She ignored him and turned to Nate, "Anything you'd like to tell me?"

"What?" he asked slightly irritated, "I didn't see anything. Cept' for a bright flash of light which could've been him dropping out of light speed in his Millennium Falcon."

"Finally someone who speaks and understands things like I do," Peter said. He paled when Sara glared at him, "Shutting up now."

"Bright flash of light?" Sara asked calmly.

"I don't know," Nate suddenly felt slightly frustrated, "Ask Gideon."

"What do we do with him?" she turned and pointed at Peter who was pretending not to listen to what they were saying. He had somehow managed to acquire his weapons back, but seeing that they were not going to kill him, decided to holster them instead.

"Help him I guess?" Nate shrugged, "Jax is going to have a field day repairing his ship...and pissed when he repairs ours."

"Is he human?" Peter asked stalking over to his ship and running his hand gently against the dented metal, "I would think this would be too complicated...no offense."

Sara smirked, "He's repaired our ship several times. It is more complicated than your hunk of junk."

"How so?" Peter asked crossly.

She flipped her pony tail to the back of her neck as she disappeared back into the belly of the Wave Rider, "Its a Time Ship."

Peter stared after her for a moment before asking Nate, "Did she just say what I just heard?"

"Yep."

The man grinned, "So you guys fly through time and fix things, but end up screwing them up most of the time?"

"Yep."

"I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship."

Gah. So...many...words (insert sound of head banging). I hope you guys liked the Guardians of the Galaxy cameo, because I may or may not write another chapter with them in it. This was originally supposed to be only an Avengers/Arrowverse crossover, but eh...I decided to expand my borders. This was difficult. Please do not kill me if I did not write the characters accordingly. I watch LOF but am not as interested in it as the other shows and movies.

Please review!

~Sil