And now for Part Two!

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Saturday, June 17th, 2017

Sara took the long way to City Hall, wanting to prevent anyone from noticing that she had come from the direction of Nate's mother's house (she had no doubt that Darhk, Merlyn, and the others had all the Legends' addresses on file somewhere).

As (bad) luck would have it, Sara hadn't been able to catch up to Amaya before the other woman had reached City Hall, so she followed her in. No one questioned her presence, nor asked her to state her business – she was one of the Mayor's right-hand girls, after all. She and Amaya could go just about anywhere they pleased, aside from the Mayor's office when he had the doors closed and hadn't paged the two of them in.

The second let-down was that Len wasn't in the lobby waiting for her. A quick question to a somewhat confused security guard revealed that he had, in fact, been waiting there just a minute ago, but when Amaya had blown past him, all alone and heading straight to the Mayor's office, he'd quickly followed her. He was probably worried that she had some bad news.

So Sara jogged up to Darhk's office, and arrived just in time to hear Amaya say: "I'm guessing she's dead, by now."

Sara slowed her pace a bit so that she didn't look so rushed, and waltzed into the office as if she was still that stone-cold killer.

"Ah, that's the thing about Sara Lance," Darhk commented, "She never stays dead for very long."

Sara grinned at him, glancing over at Len, who was lounging up against the wall next to his sister (who was looking rather disappointed that Sara wasn't dead) and smirking back at her in disguised relief.

It almost reminded her of when they first met in the old reality, when he hung back to talk with her – and to unsubtly check out her ass – as they boarded the Waverider for the first time. But there was still something off about it. This wasn't her Len, not yet. The memory gun felt heavier in her pocket, but she couldn't afford to be impatient. She had to pick the right moments to restore both Len and Amaya's memories, preferably moments when they weren't surrounded by people willing to kill them right then and there.

"Sorry. We underestimated them. Won't happen again. We'll fix this." She grabbed Amaya by the arm and started to pull her out of the office. "Let's go." She wanted so much to fix Len's memories first, but it would be much easier to get Amaya alone and fix hers, and then the two of them could work together to save Len. Lisa clearly didn't trust Sara alone with her brother, but Len had been alone with Amaya many times before, and Lisa hadn't batted an eye, so Sara could probably distract Lisa while Amaya used the Memory Gun on Len, and maybe they could even walk out of the building with no one suspecting anything.

"Oh." Darhk cleared his throat. "Not… so… fast."

Sara jerked to a stop, knowing that Damien Darhk's pet assassins would never disobey even a vaguely implied command. She plastered a fake smile on her face and turned around. "Yes?"

Darhk chuckled and gestured for her to follow him over to his sick trophy case. "I have a question for you. Which one is your favorite trophy?"

"That's like asking a girl to pick just one pair of shoes," Sara purred.

"Oh, please, everyone has their favorite kill." He stepped closer to the case, leaving his back exposed. "You wanna hear mine? Her name… was Black… Canary."

Sara gritted her teeth, glaring daggers into Darhk's back and wishing that she could put some real ones into it. And wondering why he was bringing this up now.

"I will never forget her." He pivoted back around to look her in the eye, and it took all of Sara's willpower to keep that evil smirk pasted on her face. "It was so… delicious… killing her. They told me that I'd done it before, but I can't imagine it ever getting old."

Sara saw red. She felt her fist slamming into Darhk's face before she even realised what she was doing. She was about to go for a second hit when the very air around her seemed to compress around her body, painfully freezing her in place.

Darhk was standing in front of her, his hand outstretched. "The very first thing I did in this reality was acquire my magic," he reminded her.

Sara gasped for breath as Darhk's telekinetic grip on her tightened and lifted her about a foot into the air. Her head was pounding, and she could feel a warm trickle of blood leaking from her nose.

"I'm gonna miss you, Miss Lance. Having you around to attend to my every whim was just too enticing to pass, up, plus it's so hard to find good help, these days."

"Really?" Len drawled, sounding a bit tense, but not like he was going to come to her defence, "Now's the time for a bad guy monologue?"

Lisa just chuckled. "Oh, like you haven't done it before, Lenny?"

Sara kept her eyes locked on Darhk – not that she could move her head to look at anyone else. "You should've killed me when I had the chance," she growled. Slowly, she forced her right arm to move towards the holster holding the Memory Gun.

"No better time than the present," Darhk agreed, walking over to his desk and turning Sara around in mid-air to face the rest of them.

Malcolm was smirking – the bastard was enjoying this. Lisa was openly grinning at her predicament, and that hurt, even as Sara reminded herself yet again that this Lisa hadn't had the chance to become her friend, yet. Amaya wore a cold poker face, but her eyes were angry. Angry at Sara, not at Darhk. And Len… he was actually looking somewhat troubled by this, but Sara knew that it wasn't going to be enough for him to lift a finger to stop it.

Her fingers closed around the Memory Gun.

"Amaya, the honor is yours."

That twisted, fucking bastard. If there was one thing that Darhk enjoyed more than killing Sara's friends, it was making her kill them. She'd shot Rory in the head from a distance, having waited for hours until he took those bulletproof rags off in order to eat. She'd stabbed John and sliced his throat with no hesitation. And most recently, she'd eagerly snapped Felicity's neck as soon as she was given the order.

So of course Darhk was going to enjoy the show as Sara was killed by one of her own friends, instead.

Or so he thought.

Amaya pulled out one of her own guns and aimed it at Sara's head, taking the safety off. "Goodbye," she said coldly.

Sara pulled the trigger. The blue-violet beam shot out and struck Amaya in the head, causing her to stumble back and gasp. "What the hell?!" she cried.

"Shoot now!" Sara urged, "Explain later!"

Amaya was already turning and firing by the time Sara was done speaking. She automatically avoided aiming at Len and Lisa, but laid down enough cover fire to force Len and the Legion to dive behind the desk… and enough to break Darhk's concentration.

Sara stumbled and nearly fell over as soon as her feet hit the floor, but she ignored the pain and ran, hearing Amaya following behind her.

The two women charged through the halls, taking down the lesser security guards responding to the sounds of gunfire. Instead of shooting, Sara switched out the Memory Gun's spent battery with the spare Ray had provided for her. They were almost at the emergency stairwell when Sara heard a painfully familiar whine coming from right behind her.

The icy blue blast shot past her – not a hit, but far too close for comfort – and struck the exit door, creating a thick coating of ice that sealed it shut. They wouldn't be getting out that way, that was for certain.

Sara whipped around and saw Len standing there, the Cold Gun glowing and aimed directly at her. Amaya defensively raised her own weapons in his direction, still looking confused and not at all happy about it. "Len…" Sara whispered pleadingly, "Please don't do this. This isn't really you."

Len scowled. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't care."

"What's wrong with him?" Amaya asked shakily.

"You'll both understand in a second." She raised the Memory Gun, already moving to dodge his next shot as Amaya did the same.

But she was still reeling from Darhk's attack, and she didn't dodge quite quickly enough. The Cold Gun's blast clipped her left arm, causing her to cry out in pain (her hand clenching reflexively and still pulling the trigger despite the hit) and drop to one knee as black spots danced in front of her eyes.

"Sara?!"

Two voices called out her name in concern. Sara blinked to clear her vision and saw both Amaya and Len staring at her, Len with a quickly-growing expression of horror as he lowered the Cold Gun in shock. "Sara? Oh my God…"

Voices sounded from up the hall. The rest of the Legion would be there any second (Sara was surprised Lisa wasn't there already), and with quite a lot of backup.

"The fire escape!" Amaya cried, "It's our last shot!"

Len helped Sara stand back up, and together the three Legends charged for the window with the fire escape. Darhk must have not bothered to follow, or else they would have been dealing with something much worse than gunfire. Amaya shot the window out instead of bothering to deal with the latch, and all three of them pretty much ignored the broken glass completely, as getting cut on that would be a minor inconvenience compared to getting shot – or worse, to getting caught.

Len helped Sara through the hole before climbing out himself, and he glanced back over his shoulder to see how close their pursuers were. Lisa was charging towards them at the head of a group of armed security guards, and damn, she looked furious. Len aimed his Cold Gun and fired, but not at her. Instead, he shot down at the floor in between her and him. Within less than a second, the floor was slick with ice. Lisa realised what he was doing and skidded to a stop – or at least, she tried to skid to a stop. The guards behind her didn't catch on so quickly and slammed into her, knocking her onto the icy floor in a painful-looking dogpile. The kind that would have had Len laughing if not for the situation.

For a second, Len's eyes met Lisa's, and he winced at the pain and betrayal he saw staring back at him. "I'm sorry, Sis," he murmured, although he doubted she could hear him from there, over the moans and confusion of her incompetent backup.

Then he turned and followed his fiancée and their friend down the fire escape.

Sara had filled him and Amaya in on the basics as they'd ducked through alleys and tunnels to Heywood's mother's house: Mick saved Heywood from Lisa, Raymond built some tech to restore everyone's memories after Thawne and his buddies screwed with reality, and now they were trying to get everyone on the team back on the same page so that they could figure out how the hell to fix this mess.

The very first thing Len did when he entered the basement – after semi-politely declining the kind offer of a sandwich from Mrs. Heywood – was to look for Mick. And he quickly spotted the man in question, casually lounging in a chair with his feet on the coffee table and stuffing his face with one of the aforementioned sandwiches, as if they weren't living in a crapsack world ruled by their enemies. Len didn't even say anything at first. He just strode straight over to his old partner and punched right him in the face. "You goddamn idiot!" he snarled.

Mick just blinked the stars out of his eyes and shook his head. "Finally," he grumbled, "Someone who didn't hug m-"

He was interrupted by Amaya pushing her way past Len and hugging him tightly. "Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?!" she cried.

"What she said," Len told the pyro, "You could have gotten yourself killed pulling that stunt! I told you it was too risky!"

"Hey, my plan worked!" Mick protested as Amaya finally let go, "Mostly. I would've gotten away if Thawne hadn't woken up so soon. Damn speedster…"

"What did they do to you?" Len pressed.

"Stuck me in a cell in that prison setup in S.T.A.R. Labs. What do they call it… the, uh, the Piper… the…"

"Pipeline," Raymond supplied, "It's called the Pipeline."

"Yeah, that. Lisa would stop by a lot, fill me in on what was goin' on with you guys. Mostly she was tryin' to get me to join her. I kept sayin' no."

"How long?" Mick stared at him in confusion, so Len clarified: "How long were you held in there?"

Mick shrugged. "Not sure. Once reality changed, they decided to go to 2016 and start their new lives from there. Started on the same night Merlyn was recruited from… the night Queen killed Darhk, originally."

Sara stared at him. "That was May 2016. It's June 2017 now. They kept you in a cell for over a year, and you never gave in?"

"Aw…" Raymond had a sappy smile on his face. "Mick! You do love us!" The scientist looked like he was about to give Mick a hug, too (and knowing Raymond, he'd probably already done so, earlier).

"Shut up, Haircut," Mick grumbled, "Or did you forget what I said about shaving your head?"

Raymond jumped right back and clamped his hands protectively on top of his hair.

Heywood frowned at Sara, and the way she was cradling her left arm, in concern. "Hey, what happened to your arm?"

Len swallowed, his insides growing cold at the memory of shooting at Sara and clipping her with the Cold Gun's blast. "It's my f-"

"Don't you dare say it's your fault!" Sara snapped at him, "You were still under the Legion's control!"

None of the other Legends dared to get in the middle of a potential argument between the couple, but Raymond wordlessly found a First Aid kit and handed it Len.

After a brief moment of silent stubbornness, Sara sighed and sat down on the couch, gingerly beginning to pull her jacket off. Her left upper arm was frostbitten, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. With Gideon, this would have been a quick fix, but they didn't have Gideon right now, so they were just going to have to patch it up as well as they could, and Sara would have to be careful with how she used that arm.

The others continued talking while Len went about treating the injury. "So, who's left?" Amaya eventually asked, "I don't see Jax or the Professor anywhere, or Rip."

"Jax and Stein are both in Central, and working at S.T.A.R. Labs," Heywood told her, "And unfortunately, we have no idea where the hell Rip is. Or the Waverider, if it still exists."

Something was niggling at the back of Len's memory, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was.

"So our next move is to go to Central City," Sara decided, wincing as Len tightened the bandage, "and get Firestorm back. Then we focus on finding and saving Rip. And after that… I'm not sure yet."

Len finished and packed the First Aid kit back up.

Sara shivered and slipped her jacket back on. "Thanks," she murmured, sliding her left hand into his right. He gave her a weak smile back and squeezed it, only it to feel like something wasn't right.

Len looked down at Sara's hand and realised exactly what was wrong: her engagement ring was gone. Of course it would be gone, in a reality where nothing had happened between them except for some casual sex on occasion. He brushed his thumb over the finger where the ring was supposed to be resting.

Sara placed her other hand on top of his. "I know," she whispered softly, "Just when I had gotten used to it, too."

"We have to fix this," he whispered back. Thankfully, the others now seemed to be discussing something else, and weren't paying the pair any mind.

"I know."

The silence inside the car was oppressive. The only sounds came from the other vehicles outside. Since all of their remaining objectives were in Central City, the team decided to return there. Raymond's van couldn't hold all six of them, so Len took the car he'd driven up to Star City in (but not before disabling the GPS and an additional tracer that Raymond had scanned for and found before they set off), and Sara kept him company. Considering all that had happened in the past year, they clearly had a lot to talk about, but so far, neither one of them had said a single word. Len kept his eyes on the road, while Sara stared blankly out the passenger window.

Eventually, though, someone had to say something. "Are you okay?" Len asked quietly, breaking the silence.

Sara huffed. "Now there's a loaded question," she responded bitterly, "I… It's just hard to think about. I mean…" She swallowed. "Ray and Nate don't realise how lucky they are. I mean, sure, their lives in this reality sucked beyond belief, but they were still allowed to be themselves, you know? Me and Amaya, we had it different. We were made into completely different people, we-" She shuddered. "I killed my friends. I killed Dig… I helped kill Laurel… I killed Felicity two days ago!"

When she choked on a sob, Len automatically reached out and gripped her shoulder. Both of her hands came up to squeeze his, accepting the small amount of comfort that he could offer for the moment. "It wasn't really you," he told her, "Not this you. That was just some other person who happened to look like you."

"But I remember it," she whispered, "I remember every single detail of every single kill. And I remember liking it. No, not just liking it; I was enjoying it. It was like… It was like I was her all over again. Ta-er al-Sahfer. But even worse."

Len swallowed, knowing how much she hated that part of her past. "That's not you anymore. Remember Russia? I said it then, and I'm saying it again. That's not you anymore."

Anything Sara might have said in response was interrupted when Len's cell phone started buzzing. Raymond had checked it over earlier and confirmed that there was no way for the Legion to track it, so long as he didn't answer it, but Len still checked the caller ID.

It was Dad.

Len froze up at the sight of those three simple letters. He couldn't help it. All those memories were coming back to him, from both realities. Dad smacking him across the face. Dad giving him a high-five as he successfully bypassed an alarm system on his own for the first time. Dad coming at him with a beer bottle. Dad toasting to their first father-and-son prison breakout. Dad grabbing him and pulling him down the hall by his hair when he was ten. Dad hugging him and ruffling his hair affectionately after he blew out the candles on his tenth birthday. Dad cutting into Lisa with that broken bottle. Dad kissing her knee better after she fell off her bike and skinned it. Dad blowing David Rutenberg's head off with the micro-bomb. Dad telling him that Lisa would be the next to go if he didn't obey. Dad staring up at him with a bolt of ice in his chest. Dad pointing a gun at him in their old house in Central City, 1975. Dad shooting him in that alley in Keystone City, 1989-

"LEN!" Sara screeched.

Len jerked back to reality and, dropping the phone, hastily swerved to avoid the guardrail that divided an exit ramp from the main highway; he'd allowed the car to drift and had nearly plowed them right into the rail, head-on.

He had to take a few shaky, deep breaths before he trusted himself to glance over at Sara. She was staring at him, looking worried. "What was that all about?!"

Len tried to tell her, but his mouth couldn't seem to form the words. Luckily, he didn't have to, because Sara's next move was to reach down and pick the still-buzzing cell phone up off the floor. She took one look at the screen, and her face went blank. Without a word, she swiped her thumb across the screen and rejected the call.

"I forgot that bastard's still alive in this reality," she finally said, several tense seconds later, "Are you okay?"

"Not really," he admitted, "This world's version of Lewis Snart is so… I don't know. He's a lot like the one I remember, but at the same time, he's not. Does that make any sense?"

"Not really. But then again, things not making sense has been a recurring theme ever since the Legion changed reality."

"True. He was still a ruthless son of a bitch with other people, but… he was a good dad. An absolutely terrible role model, since he still pulled us both into a life of crime, but he never raised a hand against us, not even once. Never told us we were stupid, never told us that we were screw-ups… never told us that we were unwanted. And I loved it. I liked being with him, and pulling heists with him. All that hate and pain was just… gone. It's more than a little unsettling, having both good memories of him and bad ones. And all the… feelings… that come with both."

"There's just one thing I don't understand," Jax said, having been briefly filled in on the short drive between S.T.A.R. Labs and the motel room – just outside the city limits – that the gang was now occupying after Sara and Len fixed his memories, "If Thawne made this world to punish us… how are your mom's sandwiches so good, bro?"

"Her condiment game's on point, right?" Nate agreed, taking another sandwich from the box his mother had insisted on packing for them.

"She even had gluten-free bread for me," Raymond happily chimed in, holding up the sandwich in his hand to demonstrate.

"Well, let's just get back to the ship," Mick grumbled.

"We don't know where the ship is," Sara reminded him, "Or Rip!"

"Which means our next move should be to rescue Stein," Len declared, "Like we've discussed."

"Speaking of which, what did Thawne have you two working on?" Raymond asked Jax curiously, "I could sort of understand bits of what I saw around the lab – even more so, now that I remember all my studies and research and such – but I wasn't exactly privy to all the details."

"Gray did most of the work," Jax admitted, standing up, "I just made his life hell. But, from- from what I could tell, he was building some sorta reactor. He said it would burn a thousand times hotter than the sun once it became operational."

"I like the sound of that," Mick commented through yet another mouthful of sandwiches. Of course he would; the sentence contained the words 'burn' and 'hotter'.

"Could be a power generator," Raymond guessed, "Or a particle accelerator?"

"Doesn't he already have one of those things by now?" Len pointed out, "I'm damn sure that Barry does exist in this reality-"

"He did," Sara confirmed, "Darhk killed him."

Len swallowed. "Right. Can't believe I forgot about that. Lisa was celebrating for days." And so was he, for that matter, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. "And he had to have gotten his powers from somewhere. More importantly, I remember the Particle Accelerator blowing up."

"Yeah, the explosion still happened," Heywood confirmed, "Even if Stein and his old partner never became Firestorm from it."

"What if Thawne is trying to destroy the Spear?" Sara suggested.

Everyone fell silent. Then Heywood shook his head. "Uh-uh. Impossible. You need the blood of Christ to destroy it. That's why Rip broke it up into so many pieces."

"Unless he figured out there's another way, by incinerating it! Something a thousand times hotter than the sun might just be enough to do the job."

"But why would Thawne want to destroy the Spear?"

"Because he's not an idiot," Len pointed out, "Once he learns that we're getting our memories back, he'll know that our next step will be to find the Spear and fix this mess. The world is now just the way he wants it, and the Spear is the key to undoing it all. The only reason why he hasn't come after us yet is because Lisa and the others are keeping the whole thing quiet. They don't seem to trust Thawne all too much, probably because of how he treats them like underlings."

Jax took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. We better get that Spear before he can make that happen."

"Or at least sabotage his reactor," Len allowed, "That thing's probably his only hope, just like the Spear is ours."

"He's nearly done, too. The project was supposed to be completed tonight."

Well, that sure as hell put the pressure on.

"But even if we find the Spear, we don't know how to access its powers," Amaya reminded them.

"Rory does," Sara stated, pointing at Mick, "You were there, right, when they used the Spear?"

"Mm-hm," Mick confirmed, "Got out of my restraints and got my hand on it at the last second, or else I probably would've been mind-screwed just like the rest of you guys."

"Well, what do you remember?" she pressed.

"They read something out of some moldy old book called the, uh, Calibrate." Mick frowned and tried the word again. "Cal-Caliber. Kalablah… Kalaboloss. Um, somethin' like that."

"Do you remember what language it was in?" Heywood asked intently.

"Aramaic," Mick declared promptly and confidently, to the surprise of everyone in the room.

Jax asked the question they were all asking in their heads: "Dude, how do you even know what Aramaic sounds like?"

"'Passion of the Christ'. Good movie."

Jax actually nodded in agreement on that point.

"I didn't recognize it right away, but then I had a lot of time to think about it, after."

Heywood started pulling out some of the books he'd insisted on bringing with him. "Mick, would you be able to recognize the incantation?"

"Yeah." Mick lumbered over as Heywood started paging through the books.

Sara, however, pulled Amaya aside, and Len hung back to listen in out of curiosity (it wasn't as though he'd be much help with the books, anyway). "Hey, if they figure out this incantation, and we get our hands on the Spear… I want you to use it."

Len's eyebrows rose, but he offered no comment.

"I should've listened to you, back in World War One. If we had just used the Spear when we had the chance-"

"I might've been tempted to use it to change my own future," Amaya interrupted grimly, "Now… we've got nothing to lose."

She was mostly right. They really didn't have anything to lose, except perhaps their lives. Not that that risk had ever stopped the Legends before.

It took them nearly an hour before Mick and Heywood finally found what they were looking for. During that time, Len, Sara, and Amaya cleaned and inventoried each and every one of the weapons available to them (including the Gold Gun Mick had taken off of Lisa yesterday), Len discussed the layout and security of the secondary S.T.A.R. Labs facility with Raymond and Jax, Raymond re-charged and re-tuned the Memory Gun, and Mick polished off the last of the sandwiches.

"I think we've got something!" Heywood announced, finally, "We pieced together a passage from the Kalabros Manuscript."

"A.K.A. the 'Word of God'," Jax – who'd mostly been hovering – added. He accepted the fully-charged Memory Gun that Raymond handed him, and its backup power source, just in case.

"All right, Jax," Sara told him, "It's on you to restore Stein's mind before we get to the lab. We've got to destroy the reactor before Thawne can destroy the Spear."

"Yeah, no doubt."

"And there's also a chance that you might run into other employees. You've got one extra shot, so if one of them is someone who might help us, like Cisco or Caitlin, or someone, go for it. But only one; save the other shot for Stein, got it?"

Jax nodded in agreement.

"Although," Len added, "If you can fix the memories of two other people, we can also consider kidnapping as an option for Stein; bring him back here, recharge the Memory Gun, and hit him with it, then. Hell, that could work as an option for pretty much anyone on our side in the old reality."

"But only one," Sara insisted, "Two or more is just too much of a risk. And remember, you guys are going in there without your powers."

"Don't worry," Raymond assured her, "I know that place like the back of my hand."

"So do I," Jax added.

"There's just one more problem," Amaya pointed out, "What do we do if Thawne himself shows up?"

"Snart still has his Cold Gun," Heywood suggested.

"True, but the incident after the Apollo 13 mission proves that it's not a guaranteed solution."

Raymond winced and rubbed his right arm, no doubt remembering that disaster.

"Thawne could show up and kill us all in an instant if he decides that we're just too much of a threat to be kept alive. And this time, I seriously doubt that whatever it was that was chasing him before is going to get close at the right moment. Thawne's main reason for getting the Spear of Destiny and changing reality was to take that out of the equation, so we won't be getting that lucky again."

Everyone else looked grim. "Maybe we could distract him somehow?" Raymond tentatively suggested.

"How? It'd have to be a pretty big diversion."

Len chewed his lip. He had the beginnings of a plan forming, but it wasn't one that he particularly liked. And he knew that the others wouldn't like it, either. Especially not Sara. Nor Mick, for that matter. "I… can think of three people who share some of our goals… to a point," he said slowly, "Namely, keeping Thawne from destroying the Spear. The downside being that they would gladly kill us to get their hands on it, as well."

Mick stared at him, visibly putting the pieces together. And not liking the picture they were making. "Lisa would sometimes complain about how Thawne was keeping the Spear hidden away from her and the rest of the Legion. Like I already said, she and the other two don't really trust him, even after working together to get the Spear in the first place."

Amaya shook her head. "You can't seriously be suggesting that we invite the rest of the Legion of Doom to assault S.T.A.R. Labs with us?! They'll kill us all and then just carry it out themselves!"

"I know that," Len snapped, "Which is why we'd have to be a lot sneakier about getting them there, than just 'inviting' them."

"But even if we could get them to S.T.A.R. Labs, we would have to fight them off, as well!" Sara pointed out, "Damien Darhk has his magic back, so he's easily just as dangerous as Thawne. He's already killed Barry with those powers!"

"Darhk's magic won't work at S.T.A.R. Labs," Jax suddenly revealed, "Thawne had both the original lab and the new one outfitted with some kind of magic-dampening tech last year – probably right after reality was changed. He had me supervise the installation process. I never asked why he wanted that tech, since we already had meta-power dampeners installed, but I guess he didn't want Darhk to have any sort of advantage on his turf."

"Okay, so that's one factor taken care of. But is it still worth the risk?"

"Well, what other options do we have?" Raymond asked the room in general, "If we go in there, just us, and Thawne catches us, we're all goners. If the Legion's there, too, it'll be chaos, but we can work with chaos. We've done it enough times before."

Sara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Okay, suppose we go along with that plan. How do we get Lisa, Malcolm, and Darhk to go to S.T.A.R. Labs?"

Now, this was the part that they were going to hate even more. "I go to Lisa and tell her about what we're going to do."

"WHAT?!"

Len was a bit startled by the sheer volume of everyone's surprise, but he kept going. "Lisa's under the impression that you've all been using and manipulating me and Mick for your own means. If I tell her that I've 'come to my senses', start singing her tune, then maybe she might listen to me."

"And if she doesn't listen to you?" Sara pressed.

"Well, she won't kill me. That's the one thing I can count on; I can't kill her, and she can't kill me. She won't let her friends kill me, either."

"I don't like this," Sara kept insisting, "You'd be going in there alone, with Damien Darhk and Malcolm Merlyn."

"No, he won't," Mick spoke up, "They all think I'm just some dog who'll follow Snart around, so I'll go, too."

"You already tried that, remember?! They won't trust you a second time!"

"Maybe they will, if Lenny can get Lisa to vouch for the both of us!"

"And what if he can't?!"

"Well, what other choice do we have?" Len's harsh question silenced all other protests. "Really, if someone can come up with a better plan, then say so, because I'm all ears! But so far, as dangerous as it is, this plan is the best one we've got to work with."

"Has the League of Losers cut you loose, Lenny?" Lisa asked bitingly when she heard her brother's approaching footsteps, Mick's heavier ones along with them. She turned around at glared at the two of them suspiciously. "Or is Little Miss Captain still leading you around by the nose?"

After Lenny had suddenly run off with Lance and Jiwe – she could only guess that the weird gun Lance had been wielding was responsible for his abrupt change in behaviour – Lisa certainly didn't expect to get a text message from him. Since Mick still had her Gold Gun, Lisa had come armed with multiple normal weapons on her person, just in case the rest of the Legends had set a trap. She wouldn't put using her brother against her past those people at all.

"I'm done with her," Lenny told her firmly, "We both are. After we got back, she started going on and on about how could we even bother to try and talk you around to our side. She said that I should have just treated you like any other enemy, blood or no blood. Talk about hypocritical; all she cares about is punishing Darhk for killing her own sister, and yet she doesn't spare any thought for me or mine."

"Can't believe she actually had you thinking you wanted to marry her," Mick added.

"Neither can I," Lisa agreed. She was still suspicious of their sudden turnaround, even if it was exactly what she wanted. Or maybe that was just it. Even though she had spent a year, now, in a world where she got almost everything she wanted in life – her family, money, a nice place to live – she still remembered a world where nearly everything good either had come with strings attached or had turned out to be a complete and utter lie.

Lenny sighed heavily, scowling. "She's a damn good actress, that Sara Lance. I'll give her that much. But I guess after all this, she finally just gave up on the act. She actually had the gall to order us both to stay put, like a pair of good little doggies, while everyone else went out. Said she couldn't trust us not to screw her over on the team's next mission."

Next mission? "What next mission?" Lisa demanded.

Lenny shrugged. "Well, they want to get the old man back on their side, but it turns out that the secret project he's been working on for Thawne is a machine that might actually be able to destroy the Spear of Destiny."

Now, that piece of information floored her. "What?!"

"You heard me. Thawne wants to destroy the Spear and cement this reality for all time. Didn't he tell you anything about that?"

"Of course not!"

Lisa's first thought was to say that Thawne wouldn't do that, but in all honesty, he totally would! For the past year, he'd been refusing to tell her, or Malcolm, or Damien, where he'd been keeping the Spear stashed. Just yesterday, he'd been telling Lisa to spy on Malcolm for him because the other man had been asking questions about that very topic. Lisa had compared notes with him last night, and right before Lance and Jiwe had shown up today, and everything had gone to hell, the three of them – Lisa, Malcolm, and Damien – had come to the agreement that Thawne was not to be trusted and would have to go. Now they finally had some proof of his treachery.

But Lisa had to be sure that she could trust her brother on this. The uncertainty was new to her, something that she'd never dealt with before, because she could always trust her Lenny. It had been one of the few constants in her life. But with everything that had been going on lately, she had to be absolutely sure that Lance wasn't still pulling his strings.

"How can I be sure I can trust you?" she whispered.

Lenny looked sad, and stepped closer. "I am so sorry, Lisa. About all of this. I don't know how things got so bad, how I could be so blind. But Sara gave me an ultimatum just before leaving: either I was with her, or I was with you, and if I couldn't bring myself to hurt you, then I sure as hell wasn't with her." He was sighed heavily. "Until that point, I was still hoping that I could have both. But she made it perfectly clear that that's never going to happen. And you will always come first, Lisa. I'm sorry I didn't make that choice sooner."

Lisa choked back a sob and hugged her brother tightly. "Thank God," she whispered, "I was starting to think my big brother was completely gone." She eventually had to pull away, to look at Mick. "And what about you, Mickey?"

Mick shrugged. "I go where he goes," he muttered, "Hangin' around with those heroes and no one else ain't my idea of fun."

That was to be expected. She, Lenny, and Mick were a unit, the occasional dysfunction and argument aside. This was how it was meant to be.

A part of Lisa was still wary of trusting this whole arrangement. But she just couldn't let go of finally having her family back together.

Lisa led Lenny and Mick through Star City's City Hall, heading straight up to the Mayor's office. The guards were obviously wary of Lenny, and that was understandable, given the he'd been shooting at them earlier that same day, but one cold glare from Lisa was enough to convince them to back off.

"Knowing Sara, she's rallied the team by now," Malcolm was saying as the trio approached.

"Those idiots aren't whom I'm worried about," Damien disagreed.

"Relax, boys," Lisa told them, leading her own boys into the office, "The prodigal sons have returned. Both of them. And they've got some news for us. Isn't that right, Lenny?"

Neither of the other men looked convinced. "Do you really think we would trust anything brought to us by Sara Lance's boy-toy?" Malcolm sneered.

"I'm no one's toy," Lenny snarled back, "Not anymore."

Lisa cut in before this could escalate any further. "Our old 'friend', Eobard, has secretly built a device to destroy the Spear. While I agree that it's a good idea to keep it out of the Legends' hands, permanently, I don't particularly like the fact that he's kept all of us in the dark about it."

Damien appeared to be thinking along the same lines. "No wonder he doesn't want us using it before he locks in in his own version of reality."

"Which, I assume, means erasing all of us?" Malcolm came on board as well.

Damien looked past Lisa's shoulder at Lenny and Mick. "And your pals?"

"They're not our pals," Mick denied, "But they wanna steal the Spear before the deed's done."

"I think you can see what we're getting at, gentlemen," Lenny continued.

Damien scowled. "The five of us are no match for a speedster, so while Thawne is fighting the Legends…"

"We'll grab the Spear from under all their noses."

"Exactly." Lisa smiled. This was exactly what she'd wanted, having both her boys back at her side. "The enemy of my enemy…"

"Is our opportunity," Damien finished, raising his glass before clinking it against Malcolm's and drinking along with him.

"And we'd better take that opportunity now," Lenny drawled, "Because the Legends are already on their way to S.T.A.R. Labs, and they've got one hell of a head start."

"We'll take my jet," Malcolm immediately volunteered, "It's top of the line, and faster than any vehicle the Legends could take."

Lisa grinned. "Great. I just need to stop and get Mick's Heat Gun out of storage." She smiled up at the big man. "I just knew you'd come around someday, so I kept it around."

Mick just grunted and nodded, but he looked pleased at the idea of finally getting his favourite weapon back.

The Legends took their time getting to S.T.A.R. Labs. They would need to give Len and Mick time to get to Star City, meet with Lisa, and return with the Legion. It was nearly midnight when they finally approached the shiny secondary lab, located on the other side of the city from the main S.T.A.R. Labs.

"You know, I never noticed it before," Ray commented idly – and somewhat randomly – as they approached, "But that building sort of looks like a turtle. A gigantic, metal turtle hiding in its shell. Has anyone else noticed that?"

The others ignored him. (Although he was right, now that Sara thought about it.)

They sent Jax in, first. Thawne didn't know that he'd been compromised, so Jax's security clearance got him through the front door, no fuss, no questions asked. The rest of the Legends snuck in through a side door. Ray's employee access card also worked, which was a bit of a surprise, but they guessed that Darhk and his pals still hadn't bothered to tell Thawne about Ray and the other Legends getting their memories back, either. Thank God for enemy infighting.

Each member of the team was armed. Between a couple of Len's backup weapons and the veritable arsenal Sara and Amaya had carried as Darhk's personal assassins, they had more than enough weaponry for everybody. Fortunately, they didn't come across any workers. Unfortunately, they didn't come across any workers whom the Legends might want to kidnap and restore their memories.

"Guys?" Jax's voice came over the two-way radio (their communication options were quite limited) while they were creeping through the halls. "We got a problem. You gotta get here ASAP."

"We're at the building," Sara told him, "Just keep him there." She turned to Raymond. "Ray, find us the quickest way into the lab. Now."

Stein was still in the laboratory by the time they got there, backed up against the desk and keeping a good distance between himself and Jax. The Memory Gun was lying on the floor, in pieces, a few feet away. "Gray," Jax was saying, "You are a crappy liar in any reality."

"Martin?" Sara called worriedly, drawing the Professor's attention to the rest of them. The complete lack of recognition on his face, aside from when he caught sight of Ray, only confirmed that Jax hadn't been able to restore Stein's memories before the Memory Gun was destroyed.

"I can't talk any sense into him," Jax said sadly, "And he just triggered an alarm."

"Which means Thawne will be here soon," Amaya fretted.

As if he were waiting for an entrance cue, a yellow blur whooshed past them. Sara, Ray, and Amaya whipped around to see Thawne, wearing his yellow suit and holding the Spear of Destiny, standing behind Nate. "Or now," Nate deadpanned before finally turning around himself.

"Well…" the speedster commented in his reverberating voice, "Looks like you losers managed to remember who you are." He zipped over to the other side of the lab and ripped off his cowl, and his voice went back to normal. "I should have wiped you from existence when I had the chance! Do you have any idea… how infuriating it is… to know that Merlyn was right?! Lucky for you, I still believe in some fates worse than death." He held the Spear over the machine. "Like me destroying the Spear and cementing this reality for all time." Thawne gestured, and several men in suits entered the lab, futuristic guns trained on the Legends. "Martin?"

"The reactor is fully operational, sir," Martin responded dutifully.

"This… is the only reality… any of you… will ever know."

"We'll never give up trying to stop you," Ray declared defiantly.

Thawne chuckled. "Well… If it weren't for your futile efforts, this wouldn't be half so sweet!"

Suddenly, a burst of flame slammed into Thawne and knocked the Spear out of his hands. "Not so fast, Quickie!" Len's voice rang out through the lab.

Sara had to hide her smile when she saw her fiancé and Mick (armed with a reacquired Heat Gun) standing on the other side of the reactor, because Lisa was standing right next to her brother.

"You have something we want," Lisa said sweetly.

Darhk and Merlyn also entered the room, but of course Sara knew they would come. "You need a lesson on how to share your toys, Eobard," Darhk said.

Malcolm was quick to follow with a comment of his own. "Yeah. Time for us to get a turn with the Spear."

Thawne stared at his former allies. "And… do what with it? Don't you understand?! I'm trying to protect you from yourselves!" And really, telling anyone that was not the best way to win them over. "With the Spear destroyed-"

"Bored, now," Lisa chimed (sounding a little bit like that hot witch from one of Sara's favourite TV shows growing up).

As if that were a cue, Len fired his Cold Gun, this blast hitting Thawne point-blank in the chest and shoving him across the room, frost visibly coating his front. Thawne slammed into some machines and was apparently knocked out.

That, of course, was the cue for more violence to erupt. "Get the Spear!" Sara shouted, as if her team didn't already know what to do. She pulled out her last two throwing knives and hurled them at two of the nearest guards. Then she picked up the laser gun one of them had dropped and started shooting at the rest.

Since joining the Legends, Len had long since gotten used to the sort of chaos you might find on a battlefield with more than two sides in play. He and Mick stuck to shooting Thawne's rent-a-cops, helping their real teammates without cluing Lisa and her allies in to the fact that they weren't actually on the Legion's side. At one point, Len saw Darhk standing over Heywood, holding the Spear, and was about to break the façade and come to the rescue when Raymond knocked the blonde down by bashing him over the head with a microscope (probably remembering their brief captivity in Nazi Germany with that move) and grabbed up the Spear.

Lisa got in Raymond's way when he tried to run over to Amaya. "Give it up," she ordered, aiming her Gold Gun at the inventor.

Luckily, Mick had spotted another S.T.A.R. Labs thug approaching the pair, and solved two problems at once, firing in between the two of them to take the guy out and distracting Lisa enough that Raymond was able to toss the Spear over to Sara, up on a raised platform. Sara was standing near Malcolm, who immediately began to fight her for it.

Len ran over to help Sara when Malcolm tried to choke her with the shaft of the Spear, but she elbowed him, yanked the Spear out of his hands, and swung it at him. Malcolm ducked, and then jumped up and kicked the Spear out of her hands.

And the all-powerful, ancient weapon landed with a clatter, right at Len's feet. He quickly scooped it up, and the battle abruptly stilled after the last of Thawne's guards were taken down. Neither side tried to take the Spear from him, because both believed that he was on their side.

But only one side was right about that.

"Nice work, Lenny!" Lisa cheered, "Now let's fix this whole world, once and for all!"

But Len wasn't going to hand her the Spear. "I'm sorry, Sis," he told her, watching her face fall, "I really am."

"…Lenny?"

Darhk scoffed. "I knew he couldn't be trusted."

"Either of them," Merlyn commented, as Mick moved to stand by Amaya, silent making it clear which side he was really on.

Lisa stared at her brother. "What? But you said-"

"I said a lot of things, Lisa. I'm sorry I lied to you. But you lied to me, too, in order to get this damn thing in the first place. I guess we both have family as our blind spot. You might not understand this now, but I am doing this for you. I've seen a bit of your future, a bit that I'm sure your friends haven't told you about. And it's not a bad thing."

Lisa swallowed, her expression hardening. "There's no getting through to you, is there?" she whispered, "I can't understand. Where did it all go wrong?"

"It didn't," Len insisted.

Her eyes flicked over to Mick. "And what about you Mickey? Are you really going to side with them? With a bunch of heroes? You'll never fit in with them, you know."

Mick shook his head. "That's where you're wrong, Lisa. None of us really fit in anywhere. This team… this is where the outcasts and the misfits can fit in. I made the mistake of betraying that once, a long time ago. Don't think I didn't learn from it."

"But why would you want to change the world back?!" Lisa begged, "We were so happy here! Dad is alive, and he loves us! Your parents are alive, Mickey! I've met them! They've been wondering where you are for the past year! Don't you want to see them again?!"

Len saw Mick hesitate, knowing that this was a very tempting offer, but Mick looked over at Amaya, and seemed to draw some sort of strength from the look she gave him in return. And he stayed right where he was.

Len tossed the Spear over to Amaya, who caught it deftly. "Undo this mess."

Amaya nodded determinedly, held the Spear out in front of her, and began to chant the same incantation Mick had recited before. This was it. Their reality would finally be restored. The happy future that Len had seen in 2024 would be back on track. His little niece Izzy would still be born. He and Sara would-

A golden beam of light shot past his shoulder and struck Amaya in the chest. The Zambesi warrior only had enough time to drop the Spear and get a shocked expression on her face before it was completely coated in a suffocating layer of gold.

No.

No, this couldn't be happening.

Lisa brushed past a stunned Len and picked up the Spear. "I am sorry about your friend, Lenny, Mickey," she said in complete insincerity, "I'm sure you loved her, and her heart of gold."

Up on the platform, Len heard Sara make a sound that existed somewhere between a sob and a gasp.

He wasn't sure he could make any sound.

Mick raised his Heat Gun and pointed it at Lisa, his hand visibly shaking. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill Lisa. He lowered his weapon and walked away, stopping by a lab table and bowing his head, unable to keep looking at the horrible scene.

Len couldn't look away.

Lisa shrugged, holding up the Spear. "Well, if you want something done right…"

"Well done, Lisa," Darhk congratulated her.

"You bitch," a tearful Heywood gasped, the only Legend remaining who hadn't known Lisa long enough to consider her a friend, "I'll kill you all!"

But then Thawne zoomed up next to Lisa. "Actually," he growled, "I believe that's my line!" Despite the layer of frost on his chest and the obvious pain he was in, he zipped past Lisa, snatching the Spear from her hands, and resumed the position of holding it over the reactor, on which he was leaning heavily. "Now, where were we before I was so rudely interrupted?"

As they all watched in horror – Darhk reached out with one hand, as if to use his magic, but got no results – Thawne dropped the Spear of Destiny into the reactor. The resulting explosion created a massive pillar of bright blue energy that blasted a hole through the ceiling.

Thawne chuckled and brushed imaginary dust from his hands, not quite managing to suppress a wince as the movement pulled on the case of frostbite he probably had under the suit. "Well… I guess we're done here." More of his armed security guards emerged from the various entrances, holding both the Legends and the other Legion members at gunpoint.

Darhk scowled. "You know the really swell thing about the Spear being destroyed?" he snarled, moving to stand next to Lisa and the gold statue that Amaya had become.

Merlyn also joined his allies. "Now you can't stop us from killing you."

Thawne chuckled darkly. "Oh, please, don't insult my intelligence. Even at your fastest, you're moving in slow motion to me."

"Except they're not alone," Sara declared, also stepping off the platform to stand with her team, "I say… we go down fighting."

"You kill one of us," Heywood growled, "we kill all of you."

"For Amaya," Jax agreed.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "All of us? Really?" She looked her brother in the eye. "Could you really do that, Lenny? Could you stand by and watch your friends kill me, or do it yourself?"

No. No, he couldn't. But he couldn't let any more of his team get hurt, either. Len felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Don't," Thawne warned, "Even if you survive my men, you'll never survive me. Not without powers or weapons. And the truth is, I don't want to see any more of you dead." He pushed off the reactor, against which he'd been leaning, and casually strolled amongst the Legends' group. Not bad, for someone who'd taken a direct hit from the Cold Gun. "Not out of sentiment, of course. No, no. Quite the opposite." He gave a stiffly-standing Raymond a pseudo-friendly pat on the shoulders (wince the inventor recoiled from), then walked right up to Sara and stared her down for a few seconds for continuing walking. "But because it is… so… delicious… knowing that you'll be forced to live your lives in a reality that I…well, that we created." He gestured at Lisa, Darhk, and Merlyn, who glared back up at him, as he was now standing on the platform. "You will walk this world knowing that something isn't quite right. That for all your trying… you only made things worse. And no one will ever believe you when you tell them about all the sacrifices you made, and how close you came… to being Legends. Now, that sounds like a fitting punishment to me. What do you think, Professor Stein?"

Everyone looked over at Stein, who had honestly been forgotten about in all the mayhem, and was now coming out of hiding. "I don't care what you do to them," he declared bitterly, "as long as I never have to see Mister Jackson again." The statement had Jax looking like he'd been punched in the gut.

"Ah." Thawne chuckled. "Fair enough." He then made dismissive shooing gestures at the Legends. "You're free to go."

"You're just going to let them walk?" Merlyn asked scathingly.

Thawne turned and glared at his former allies. "Be glad I'm letting you and your fellow traitors do the same. And the next time any of you get what you think is a 'smart idea'… remember this grace. And the fact that I could kill any of you in the blink of an eye." He winced, and stepped down off the platform. "Escort them all out," he instructed his guards, "And in case it isn't obvious, Mister Jackson, Mister Palmer… you're both fired."

The Legends all sat in silence in their motel room. Nate and Ray shared the couch while Sara and Len were pressed together on the bed. Len hadn't spoken a single word since Lisa killed Amaya. He seemed to still be in shock over the whole thing. His sister had tried to talk to him as he and the Legends left S.T.A.R. Labs, but he wouldn't even look at her. Mick had looked torn, but stuck by Len's side, sandwiching his best friend between himself and Sara.

Nate wasn't much better than Len; they'd all noticed by now that the historian had developed a bit of a crush on Amaya, but aside from an apparent one-night stand during their disastrous mission in the American Revolution, he hadn't acted on it, knowing that she had a future, one that was integral to their timeline, and that he couldn't interfere with.

Not that it mattered, now.

They were still processing the events of the past hour, so much so that Mick smashing a chair in anger didn't even make the rest of the team jump. "The manager's not gonna be cool with that," Nate muttered without any real enthusiasm.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" Mick growled.

"I can't believe that's it," Jax sighed, "I refuse to believe that this is it."

"Without the Spear, there's no way we can undo any of this," Ray reminded him.

Sara disagreed. It went against everything they'd learned about time-travel, broke one of the first rules that Rip had taught them. But what other choice did they have? "There is one way," she told them, "Time-travel."

"What do you mean?" Nate asked.

"We go back in time, to 1916, and we stop the Legion from ever getting the Spear of Destiny in the first place."

"No," Jax immediately disagreed, "We are not supposed to change events we participated in."

"And if we do, we risk time folding in on itself," Ray reminded them.

Nate had his own opinion to add. "Even if we weren't worried about messing with time… we can't go anywhere."

"Or anywhen."

"We don't even know where the Waverider is," Jax pointed out.

"If it even exists in this reality!" Nate cried.

But Sara wasn't going to let that deter her. "Well, if it does, there's one person who knows where it is. We just have to find him."

I kind of found Leonard's 'bad guy monologue' comment in the episode amusing, considering that he did exactly that in his very first episode. Seriously, if he'd just kept his mouth shut and simply shot and killed Barry after derailing the train – before Cisco, Caitlin, and Felicity showed up with the fake Cold Gun – the Fastest Man Alive would have been dead in Episode Four. And now Legion!Leonard (for whom that was only a month or two ago) is scolding Darhk for doing the exact same thing.

I also added the 'magic-free S.T.A.R. Labs' bit because once the fighting starts, we never see Darhk use his magic, and you'd think he would, with such high stakes. Bit of a plot hole, there.

Can anyone guess who the 'hot witch' that Sara is reminded of is?