Okay guys, Coldwave is my new recent ship and I love the idea of them raising a kid together….hence this series of one-shots revolving around this scenario.

I am now taking prompts for these one-shots and the gif sets available on my Tumblr ( tagged/coldwave)

Enjoy! Please read and review :)

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"Aaaaaaand we've arrived…." Announced Rip, as the Waverider came to a halt, "Gideon, if you wouldn't mind camouflaging us as an alpine meadow, perhaps?"

Lucas chuckled as his Papa bent over in his seat, head in his hands as the man groaned. Len however, was less than impressed. "What are you complaining about now? It's not like we time-jumped."

"I hate flying…" groaned Mick, "…especially in whatever this thing is."

"Where exactly are we?" asked Kendra's companion (who Lucas had learnt was called Carter)

"We're still in 1975, right?" Kendra this time.

Rip strode over to his office, "Indeed. October 1975 on the fjords of northern Norway."

"Sounds like a vacation." Grunted Lucas as he stretched, "Always wanted to visit Norway."

"Which we can take as soon as the threat of Savage has been neutralized, Mr. Snart….Rory."

"That's Aldus's notebook."

Rip nodded at Carter, "Now he theorized that Savage might be here, and if he's right, and if we can capture Savage, then at least Professor Boardman didn't die in vain."

Kendra didn't seem too pleased with this suggestion. "Can't we just go back and save Aldus?"

"He was our son." Agreed Carter

"Look, I'm sorry…" began Rip apologetically (although Lucas wasn't buying it), "…We can't go back and change events in which we participated. Time would fold in on itself, creating a temporal vortex."

"Which sounds way cooler than it is." Said both Ray and Lucas at the same time, causing them to glance at each other.

Sara sighed, "Forgetting physics for a second, shouldn't we figure out what Savage is doing in Norway?"

"According to Gideon, there is a large meeting of terrorists and fringe groups looking to buy illegal arms."

Mick grinned at his kid, "Now that sounds like a vacation."

"Arms dealers and terrorists aren't exactly our kind of people…" began Len,

"…but they're the next best thing." Finished Lucas, smirking at Sara.

Carter clearly wasn't impressed with the criminals, "Well, looks like you and your lapdog get to earn your keep."

Before Lucas could say anything (or do anything), Mick gently grabbed his arm and glared at the man, "I'm no one's lapdog, bird-man."

Kendra simply rolled her eyes. "So what exactly does one wear to a black market arms bazaar, anyway?"

"Mostly black I reckon…" mumbled Lucas, causing Rip to glare at him.

"Thank you for your input. The Waverider has a fabrication room which can fashion temporally-indigenous, uh, fashion."

"You've got a room that makes clothing?"

Rip frowned at Jackson, "Doesn't everyone?"

Everyone then began to stride towards the Fabrication Room, with Ray and Len taking the lead. "All right…" began Ray, "…first thing we need to do is work up a plan!"

Len sneered at him, "Got a lot of experience infiltrating criminal gatherings? Didn't think so. I'm calling the shots."

Rip came in between the pair in order to take the lead, "Actually, I'm in charge, in case any of you have forgotten."

"No, we remember…." Chimed in Lucas, who sidled up to Rip and clapped him on the back, "…We just don't give a fuck!"

Snarling in frustration, Rip growled, "Do I need to remind any of you that I'm a Time Master? Making discreet alterations to the timeline is what I do, so we're not just gonna charge into the past like a bull into a china shop!"

"Half of what you've told us about the mission turned out to be lies."

As Lucas nodded in agreement with his Papa, Rip quickly tried to backtrack. "None of you have ever encountered Vandal Savage before. I have, and I'm telling you now, you are making a big mistake!"

"Already did that when we trusted you." Scoffed Ray

Smirking at the fact that Rip had nothing to say to that, Lucas saluted at him as the group strode away. "Back soon, mon Capitaine!"

…

"This is such bullshit…." Muttered Lucas as they walked up to a warehouse, "…. I can't believe you guys get to take part in a black-market auction, and you're putting me on surveillance! I even wore my best boots for such an occasion!"

Len rolled his eyes, "No black-market auctions until you're eighteen…. and have your own bank account. Then you can buy as many guns and grenades as you want... and do those boots have chains on them?"

"Hell yeah!"

Ignoring the bickering pair beside her, Sara noticed something about the other criminals in the vicinity. "Looks like they're checking credentials…" she sighed, "… And we don't have any."

"We got this. Trust us." Grunted Mick, coming in between his partner and son, and placing a hand on Lucas's shoulder, "Go make yourself useful if you're going to whinge so much."

Rolling his eyes, and popping the collar of his long navy coat (looking like Len as he did so), Lucas strode towards the entrance of the warehouse, knocking into someone as he went. Before the man could say anything, Lucas sneered at him. "Excuse you!"

The rest of the team then made their way over, with everyone (except Mick and Len) gasping in shock when the teen pulled an ID out of his pocket. "Am I useful now?"

"Yeah…now go find Wings times two and behave!"

As Lucas strode away, muttering angrily under his breath, the rest of the team walked over to the guard on duty.

Keeping his head down and trying not to draw too much attention to himself, Lucas made his way to the roof of the warehouse, switching on his earpiece in time to hear his Dad confirm they were in the building.

"So why don't I get to play terrorist?" asked Jax just as Lucas joined him, Kendra and Carter.

/This is just a kidnapping…\\ Len drawled, /…No need for your nuclear fireworks. Savage'll be one of the buyers. Once we get eyes on, hang back. We'll boost him once this is all over.\\

"Any sign of him?" asked Carter

/No.\\

/He's not here, boss.\\

/…Let's get Ginger and the Professor and move out.\\

Jax turned to Lucas, who had seated himself on the edge. "Did your Dad just call Sara Ginger?"

Lucas sniggered, swinging his feet in the air and causing the boot chains to jingle, "You've got to admit-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" interrupted Jax, "I won't be complicit in you two insulting someone who could kick our asses with her pinky!"

/Sorry to interrupt…\\ muttered Stein, /… But it seems we were wrong about Savage. He's not one of the buyers.\\

/He's the seller.\\ Finished Sara.

A few minutes later, on the roof, the four could hear gunshots.

"Shouldn't we go in?" gasped Kendra, "It sounds like-"

"They're bidding…" interrupted Lucas, rolling his eyes slightly, "… It's a black-market auction, what did you expect? Them to raise their hands like in a classroom?"

Kendra simply scowled at him, turning her back…. Until they heard something shocking.

/Congratulations, Professor…\\ began Mick, /…You just bought yourself a nuclear weapon.\\

"Didn't know the geezer had it in him…." Chuckled Lucas as an unfamiliar voice faintly came over the earpiece.

/Well, well. We seem to have a new player. But you seem a bit academic. How did you get in here and who are you?\\

Still trying to remain in role, Stein answered. /As of a few seconds ago, I'm a nuclear power.\\

/Yet I don't know you or your organization, and I know everyone.\\

/Hey. Back off.\\ grunted Mick.

/Watch your tone.\\

Kendra and Carter gasped at the next voice.

/Is there some sort of problem here? \\

/Yeah, the master race here is starting to bug me.\\

/We're just gonna get our nuclear warhead and be on our way.\\

/Not without paying first.\\

/Once we've validated that the warhead's operational. Personally, I find it highly unlikely that you were able to accumulate enough fissionable material in this era to fashion a workable nuclear device.\\

/This era? \\

Lucas groaned, "Nice Stein."

Jackson nodded in agreement, twisting around to face the winged pair. "I got a feeling you guys might want to get those helmets of yours on."

"And you'd better help the 'genius'..." Grunted Lucas, grabbing hold of a nearby drainpipe and beginning to scale down it, "…because he's about one step from permanent retirement. And if he's really lucky, it'll be someone other than me who pulls that final trigger."

/Can I burn some stuff now? \\

/I wish you would.\\

Lucas grinned at the sound of people screaming from within the warehouse, landing on the concrete ground with a thud as the winged pair flew into the building. Racing after them, Lucas pulled out his gun (that he had asked Gideon to replicate for him), taking the odd pot shot as he dived behind some crates.

The familiar whirs and rumbling of his parent's guns could be heard over the scuffle as Lucas went from behind one cover, to another, laughing as he fired shot after shot…

…. however, due to his excitement, he failed to see a middle-aged man with medium length black hair, dark eyes and a long blue coat watching him. The man grinned at the sight of the teen, his eyes widening in something familiar to recognition…. or realization.

As Lucas headed closer to the stage, he heard his Dad yell from the other side of the warehouse. "KID! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Len was ignored.

Quickly joining Ray and Sara on the stage, Lucas took a step back at the 0:30 seconds countdown on the nuclear bomb. "Shitting hell! What happened?!"

"Professor, Jax, we need you!" ordered Sara, as Ray floundered desperately. Firestorm grabbed the bomb and flew off into the distance as more terrorists clambered onto the stage.

Ducking and weaving Lucas lashed out at his attackers, knocking several out and shooting/stabbing the rest. A few seconds later, there was a loud rumble and the ground shook slightly.

"Let's go!" Sara called out, taking advantage of the number of knocked out terrorists to make a strategic retreat…. unfortunately, this also meant that Len could take the advantage and grab Lucas by the coat collar, tugging him out of the building.

"You and I are going to have a serious talk later." He hissed angrily into his son's ear.

"Fuck…"

….

As the team strode through the corridors of the Waverider, Ray turned to Len and shook his head in disappointment, "Well, I'm really glad you were the one calling the shots!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" interrupted Lucas (who was practically being dragged by his coat sleeve), "How is this his fault?! Stein's the one who gave the whole-time travel thing away!"

Carter, who was just behind them, patted Lucas on the back. "The kid's right…" he turned to Stein, "… You let your ego endanger our entire mission."

"No, Mr. Rory's temper got completely out of control!" argued Stein.

"I thought we were friends, Professor." Growled Mick

"At least there's one less nuclear bomb on the planet."

Lucas rolled his eyes at Kendra, groaning when Rip began to clap.

"Hear, hear. Now you all deserve a hearty congratulation. Not only did you fail to capture Savage, you exposed yourselves and your powers to him, giving away the element of surprise for now and all time… Well done, team."

"We don't need the element of surprise." Sighed Carter, "We know he's in Norway, so let's find him."

"Unfortunately, we now have larger problems than Savage. If only you'd have listened to me about the dangers of upsetting the timeline!"

Kendra frowned at the frustrated growl of Rip, "What are you talking about? While you were busy saving Norway from nuclear annihilation-"

"You're welcome, Norway." "You're welcome Norway." Interrupted Lucas and Mick, high-fiving each other.

"-Savage sent one of his cronies back to the site of the arms sale. Anyone care to guess what he found?"

Everyone frowned and glanced at each other… until Ray suddenly glanced down at his arm. "Whoops." He whispered.

Gideon's head popped up over the console. "I am unversed in modern American colloquialisms. Is "Whoops" slang for "Oh- "

"Yes…" growled Rip, "Dr. Palmer seems to have thrown a spanner in the works for the entire timeline."

Len, who had finally let go of Lucas's arm, frowned. "Come again?"

"Armed with Dr. Palmer's future technology, Savage's engineers develop a weapon far more destructive than anything here in 1975." Rip tapped a few buttons and a holographic image of Central City appeared, "This is Central City in 2016. At least it was… I'm not sure what the neo-fascists who took control of it are calling it these days!"

There was silence for a few moments, before Stein took a step forwards. "T-There must be a way to correct this somehow?"

"Fortunately, Gideon is just showing us a forecast of the future you've all created. Time is like cement. It takes time to become… permanent. In this case, until Savage's team have worked out the mystery of your future technology and moulded it to their own ends. And when they do, what you see here is no longer just a forecast. This…" he sighed, "… This is history."

There was silence once again, until Lucas raised his hand tentatively. "The future we've all created? Don't you mean the future Stein junior created?"

"Hey!"

Lucas shrugged, "Well it's the truth… funny how the geniuses are the ones who screwed up."

Ray leapt to his feet, as though he was going to argue, but before he could say anything Rip interrupted. "Just…. fix this!"

….

That was almost an hour ago.

Now, Lucas was getting the lecture of a lifetime. His Dad was practically yelling at him, and that was the shocking thing…. Len hardly ever yelled.

"- do if a bullet had hit you huh?! Or if one of those terrorists decided you were an easy target and went for you?! What you did, was stupid and definitely not what I expect to see from someone of your intellect!"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "You act like I just walked through the fight shouting 'Come and shoot me bastards!' I was taking cover the whole time!"

"Except when you ran to the stage!"

"Most of the men were knocked out or running away by then!"

Len snarled in frustration, spinning around on his heel as he clearly resisted the urge to do something he'd regret… or rather, say something he'd regret. For as long as he could remember, Len had never struck him in anger or even touched him in anger. Even when he wanted Lucas to follow him for a lecture, Len would grab his son by a piece of clothing, having received too many bruises of his own by being dragged about.

"We'll talk about this later…" he sighed, "… let's head back to the deck."

Lucas, noticing that his Dad probably didn't want to speak, silently followed until they reached the deck, where the rest of the team (minus Carter and Kendra) were waiting. "So…" Len began, "… thanks to Raymond leaving a piece of his suit in the past, the rest of us don't have a future to go back to?"

"Unless we do something to change this course of events, the future will become immutable." Answered Rip.

Ray winced, "Exactly how much time do we have?"

"Until Savage's weapons team reverse-engineer your tech."

Stein took a step forwards, "We're talking 1970s terrorists with 21st-century weapons. And since we don't know where Savage went- "

"We don't have to find Savage…" interrupted Ray, "… We just have to find the other piece of my suit. Which shrinks because it's made of an alloy which mimics intra-molecular compression of dwarf star, thus emitting Alpha Particles!"

"So, we just need to be able to track them. Fortunately, Alpha Particles are highly trackable!"

"Yet unheard of in the 1970s…" Ray sighed wearily, "… It's like we're trapped in the Stone Age."

Unimpressed with Ray's comment, Stein frowned. "I'll have you know that I was researching Alpha Particles when you were eating crayons."

Len took the chance to speak, "So to track that piece of Raymond's super-suit, we just need to talk to- "

"Me…25-year-old me, rather."

At this moment, Carter and Kendra entered the room.

"You two are just in time." Greeted Rip.

"Show them, Kendra."

Kendra handed Rip a bit of paper. "Aldus was carrying this when he was killed. It's a newspaper article about an Egyptian dagger."

"The one Savage used to kill us."

"In Central City, we learned that objects associated with the night of our deaths can also be used to kill Savage."

"According to Aldus's notes, the dagger needs to be wielded in conjunction with an incantation inscribed on it."

"What does this incantation say?" asked Stein.

There was a moment of silence before Kendra sighed, "I don't know. I can't read the language."

Lucas resisted the urge to sigh as Carter gently patted Kendra on the shoulder. "It's okay. I'll help you remember."

"Splendid…" Rip glanced down at the paper, "… Now, as for the dagger"

"You need someone to steal it."

Ignoring Ray, Lucas snatched the piece of paper off Rip, "Okay, fine. Whatever. I'll do it…. Article says it was purchased by some rich Russian douche bag named Sasha Mahnovski."

Before Rip could protest, Len scowled at his son. "After that stunt you pulled in the warehouse, you really think you're going on your own mission?"

"I wouldn't have pulled that 'stunt' if you hadn't of side-lined me like some child!"

"Because you are a child!"

Lucas groaned and began to stride out of the room, however, he stopped in his tracks when Ray spoke up. "I'll go with you."

"Not a chance in hell."

"Forgive me if I don't trust you."

"Not forgiven!"

"You have a choice Lucky…" interrupted Len, "You and Ray can have this mission…. Or me and your Papa can join. But you're not getting a solo mission until I'm ready. Not when you're ready."

"… Fine. But I'm taking an active role in this and you can't stop that."

"Then we've reached an agreement."

Ray watched in bemusement as Rip turned to him, "Look, you're more than welcome to go with them. Just don't take along any of your future tech."

…

Lucas knelt next to his parents, eyes scanning the large house in front.

"I'm seeing motion detectors on the ground floor…" began Len, "… Hardware on the doors looks standard issue."

Mick nodded, "I can't see any smoke alarms."

"Stay close…" whispered Lucas, "… I saw at least three armed guards on the perimeter."

"Good eyes kid…"

Suddenly, Ray shot to his feet and began to walk towards the house, causing Mick to frown. "What the hell are you- "

"I recognize the security system." Ray continued to stride over to a security box, a beaming grin on his face, "… My parents had the exact one."

The three criminals slowly walked up behind him as Ray began to hack the security box, "I'll have the access code cracked and security disabled before you could say 'breaking and entering'…There. We're in."

Lucas began to slow clap, smirking at the so-called genius. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Why's that?"

Len shook his head, eyes darting around. "Because you just tapped into a dummy box, which means those guards are gonna be here…"

"… Quicker than you can say 'rookie mistake.'" Finished Mick.

As he finished the sentence, two of the guards appeared behind them, guns aimed at them. "Hands up!"

Slowly, and in unison, Mick and Len held their hands up…span around…and knocked the guards out.

"Ha…." Grunted Mick in satisfaction when the guards lay unconscious on the ground.

Lucas however, wasn't impressed. "Really? Me on my own would have caused more hassle than bringing this idiot along?"

"Hey…" Ray protested, "… like you would have been able to take on two guards by yourself!"

"One, I didn't actually see you helping with those two. Two, I managed to get the best of two cops when I was eight…. And I wouldn't have been stupid enough to alert them to my presence anyway!"

As they were arguing quietly, the group made their way indoors and headed towards a large room full of glass display cabinets and priceless antiques. Ray instantly spotted the dagger and grinned, "Found it…Is there a trick to opening the case?"

Len and Lucas smirked at the man before the three then began to smash the glass cases. Mick bent over to admire a Roman helmet, ignoring Ray's shocked expression.

"Ah!"

"What are you doing?" yelped Ray, "Let's grab the dagger and let's go!"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Puppy, you don't break into a candy store and steal one gumball. If we steal only the dagger, then the owner's gonna know we came here for that specifically…. If we steal more, then it'll just be ruled out as a general breaking and entering."

"You guys grab the goodies." Mick tore his attention away from the helmet and straightened up, heading for another door, "… I'll find the safe."

Len headed over to the helmet once Mick was out of the room. "What do you think Lucky? A good anniversary present for Mick?"

"He does like Roman films."

"What do you think you two are doing?" protested Ray, gesturing at the dagger. "This is what we came here for!"

Len sighed, reaching out for the helmet. "No, it's what you came here for."

Before Lucas could say or do anything, Ray darted over and grabbed Len by the arm… not by the coat sleeve, but by his arm. Len immediately tensed up at the unwanted contact. "Take your hand off me."

"I'm not gonna let you jeopardize another mission!"

"I'm done asking politely…."

Lucas laughed as Len punched Ray in the face, splitting the man's lip. As Ray straightened up, Len snarled at him. "This is my mission."

"And I'm gonna listen to a guy who's spent half of his life in prison?" Ray then struck Len across the face, causing the man to stumble backwards, gasping in shock as he knocked the helmet off of the pedestal.

As soon as the helmet hit the ground, the lights in the room turned red and alarms began to blare. Lucas glanced up at the ceiling and dived to the side just as a large cage slammed to the ground, trapping Len and Ray inside.

"Great…" drawled Len, "… Now we're both going to prison. Lucky, get out of here."

"No way…. maybe I can find a way to try and disable the security systems from in here. There must be something!"

"Just leave! For once, would you just listen to me?!"

The alarms continued to blare as Mick returned. "What the hell happened?"

"It was this idiot's fault." "Your partner's fault." Both men in the cage exclaimed, prompting Mick to turn to Lucas.

Lucas shrugged, "Ray's fault… like that's a shock."

"I told you we shouldn't have brought him."

"Agreed, but we got bigger problems." Sighed Len, "I need you to find the fuse box and- "

"- Trigger a system default." Finished Mick, growling at Ray and pointing at him, "… This ain't over."

Len smirked, before glancing at Lucas. "Anything obvious out there?"

"No… maybe it's in with you?"

Len nodded and began to knock on the wood panelling of the cases, until he heard a more solid sound, as though something was behind the wood. "Got it Lucky…"

As Len knelt, pulling out a small tool, Ray frowned. "How did you know how to do that?"

"When I was a kid, my dad brought me along on jobs. I had little hands. I could get into tiny spaces, do whatever he needed me to do, like rewiring a security system."

"And I suppose you taught your son this as well?"

"It's an important life skill."

"In another life, you could've been an electrical engineer. Lucas still could."

Len smirked, "Guess I dodged a bullet." he stated as Lucas rolled his eyes and groaned.

"You think I want to be like you?"

Ray frowned, "You make being a tech billionaire sound like a bad thing."

Continuing to work on the wiring, Len rolled his eyes. "You spend all your time and money inventing a super-suit, and what do you do with it? Fly around like some incredible shrinking schmuck trying to save the world."

"Robbing banks for a living I suppose that's more important?"

Lucas, who had moved closer to the cage bars, smirked at the pair. "It's sure as hell more satisfying."

"Thinking like that is what makes you criminals."

"No, it makes us survivors." Sighed Len, twisting his head around to face Ray, "And there's gonna come a day when you wish you were too."

There was silence for a few moments as Len continued to work, only for him to growl quietly in frustration and lean back, trying to figure out another way to hack the security system. Sensing this, Ray held out his hand for the tool, which Len willingly gave.

He reached in and tinkered slightly with the wiring, "Here. You flip the solenoid, saves you the trouble of rewiring it."

Len was clearly surprised, taking the tool back. "I take it back, Raymond. You're not completely useless after all."

Suddenly, the red lights switched off and the lighting went back to normal, causing Ray to grin. "Looks like Rory found the fuse box."

"We got a slight problem…." Came Mick's voice from around the corner, clearly strained which caused Len and Lucas to straighten up, "… The owner just came home. You're not gonna believe who it is."

From around the corner came Vandal Savage, who was gripping Mick by the neck and aiming a gun at the arsonist's head. "We meet again…." Crooned Savage, "… Oh, I'm grateful for another opportunity to kill you."

He turned his attention to Lucas (who was restrained by Len grabbing the hood of his parka through the bars), "And I'm grateful to see you again…"

The words and the tone were creepy, which prompted Mick to try and get out of Savage's grip, to try and turn Savage's attention away from his son.

"Stop struggling…" growled the villain, "…I've had 4,000 years of training in every hold and pressure point known. But you already know that, don't you? That I'm immortal?"

Len, with his free hand, gripped a bar of the cage. His knuckles were practically white with tension, and there was a murderous glint in his eye… this man was practically leering at his son and threatening his husband with a deadly weapon. "I'm gonna kill you anyway. That's a promise."

Mick's face was tensed in pain as Savage's grip tightened. "Oh, what have I done to deserve such enmity? No, let me rephrase that. What have I done to you? Perhaps you have targeted me for something I've yet to do. You travelled here from some point in the future?"

Ray turned to Len, "Catches on fast, this guy." He muttered.

"Visitors from another time. Oh!"

With startling speed, Savage whacked Mick over the head with the gun, sending him to the ground.

"Papa!" yelled Lucas, wrenching himself out of the parka and kneeling next to the arsonist., completely ignoring Savage aiming the gun at the cage.

Ray glared at Savage, "You won't be so happy when the rest of the team shows up and knocks that smug grin off your face."

"Oh, why wait?" Savage bent down and picked up Mick's earpiece, "A communications device of some sort, I imagine." He threw the device into the bars, smirking as Ray caught it. "Please. Contact your friends. I'm looking forward to seeing at least two of them again."

Lucas watched as his Dad snatched the communicator out of Ray's hand, and switched it on. "I'll make this short…" he began, "…The owner of the mansion we burgled is Vandal Savage. He's really interested in meeting you guys, especially our feathered friends."

Len ended the call and Savage ginned. "Excellent…" he then turned to Lucas, who slowly reached for one of his pocket knives, the one in his sock, "… now you are very interesting. Imagine my surprise when I saw you… a young Egyptian male."

"Why's that so important to you?" questioned Lucas, inwardly musing over this new development. His skin was slightly darker than that of the majority of his classmates, this much he knew, but due to being dumped as a new-born, he never knew the details of his background.

"Consider me an interested party… tell me, are you another one of Chay-Ara and Prince Khufu's…offspring?"

Lucas couldn't help but sneer at the thought. "The only parents I have are the ones who took me in all those years ago, and trust me when I say that when my parents die, they will stay dead… besides I'm not even sure his royal highness is Egyptian."

Savage stared at him for a few moments, before turning his attention back to the couple in the cage. "Your friends are cowards." He hissed.

"They'll be here." Ray answered

"They're taking too long…" growled Savage, reaching down to grab Mick… however, before he could grab the arsonist, Lucas flung himself over his Papa. Savage though, was undeterred. He grabbed Lucas and pulled him closer, pressing the muzzle of the gun to the teen's forehead, "… They need an incentive."

"No!" yelled Len, shaking the bars as Lucas glared at the villain. However, before the trigger could be pulled, there was a blast of fire. Whilst Savage was distracted, Lucas took his chance and kicked the villain away from him, diving away from the fire.

"Oh…." Whispered Savage, "…The burning man."

"I don't just burn, pal…" Jax (and Stein technically) shot another blast of fire at Savage, propelling him into the wall, "…I blast things too!"

Firestorm then turned to Mick (who was being helped up by Lucas) and frowned at the blood on the arsonist's face. "Hey, you okay?"

Mick pushed himself to his feet with his son's help and growled, "I'm pissed!"

Nodding in understanding, Jax then turned to the cage. "Stand back."

With another blast, the bars of the cage melted and Len and Ray could get out. With Len giving support to his husband, and clutching his son close to him with the other arm, the group made their way outside and met the rest of the team.

"It's all good. Savage is down." Reported Jax.

Carter simply scowled, "Savage is not defeated by earthly means."

"Well, I hit him with a nuclear blast, so, you know, not that earthly."

Silently, Len realised his son and pulled the target knife out of his pocket, handing it over to Carter. "Go get that son of a bitch." He growled, his eyes briefly flickering to Mick and then to Lucas.

Carter turned to Kendra "Are you ready to end this?"

"We've only been waiting 4,000 years."

With that, the pair took flight and headed towards the house. In the meantime, Mick turned and scowled. "We got company…." He grunted, alerting the rest of the team to security guards racing towards them.

"Friends of Savage…." Sighed Rip, striding over to Ray and handing him his mini suit, "…You'll be needing this."

Ray reached out for it, only for Rip to hold it back briefly. "Don't leave any pieces of it behind this time."

Without another word, the team span around and headed towards the guards… well, all except Lucas and Leonard. Len gently placed both hands on his son's shoulder's, "I know you hate it when I say this… but you need to stay out of sight."

"But Papa-"

"Your Papa isn't one to stay out of a fight, even if he has a concussion…but you came too close to death. Too close for comfort… but I'm not going to ask you to leave, I just want you to stay out of sight. Please."

Lucas remained silent after this, simply nodding and allowing his Dad to lead him to a bush, kneeling behind it and pulling out his gun.

From there, the fight against the guards was relatively easy, especially with future technology. Once all the guards were taken out, the team rushed into the house, only to see Savage grabbing Kendra and stabbing her… Carter lying on the floor beside them.

With a blast from the ATOM suit, Savage was propelled out of the window. "Carter." Ray muttered as Rip ran over and checked the winged man's pulse.

"He's lost…" sighed Rip, pushing himself off the ground and heading out of the door "…Get Kendra before Savage recovers."

Len growled, "Come on, we can still kill this bastard!"

"Kendra is the only one who can."

"We gotta go…." Ordered Ray, who was bending over Kendra, "…Kendra needs medical attention."

Mick lifted Kendra into his arms and ran out of the door, closely followed by the rest of the team (although Len clearly wasn't happy with the decision) …. Carter's body was left behind.

Racing away from the guards, they made it to the Waverider, firing at their pursuers. "Gideon, get us underway as soon as Firestorm and the Atom are on board!" Rip ordered, then turning to Mick, "Get her to the Med-Bay now!"

As they hurried to the Med-Bay, Lucas felt his coat sleeve grabbed as he was pulled into a hug. "That was too close…" muttered Len, taking sharp, sudden breaths as he clutched his son close to him, "… that bastard had a gun to my husband and son's head!"

Lucas, sensing that his Dad was about 10 seconds away from a panic attack, gently backed away from the hug and ushered Len into the Waverider kitchen. He encouraged his Dad to sit down, before rummaging through the cupboards for some tea.

Usually, the family would drink coffee, but when Len got to this point, tea was the only thing that could calm him down. Quickly, the teen brewed the tea and poured his Dad a cup and seated opposite him. "Dad?"

Len sipped the tea, his eyes focused on his son as the teen continued. "You need to calm down…. take deep breaths remember? Me and Papa are fine, I wasn't injured and Papa's got a hard head. He'll be fine… right?"

It took a few minutes, but eventually Len nodded. "I know…it's just- "

"- you felt helpless. I know."

"If killing that bastard didn't have to be so specific, I'd- "

"-we know. Make a nice ice sculpture out of him."

…

Once his Dad had calmed down enough, the pair made their way back to the main control room, just in time to see Stein and Rip stride in.

"How's Kendra?" asked Stein, causing Lucas to wince slightly. He'd completely forgotten about her.

Sara sighed, "The same."

"So, what now?" asked Jax

Rip simply shrugged, "Now? Now it's up to you."

"To do what, Rip?" growled Len, "Last I checked, every time we try to do anything, it all goes to crap."

"Oh, once again I must disagree with you…." Rip moved to the centre of the room, ignoring how Lucas scowled at him, "… Thanks to Miss Lance, Dr. Palmer's future technology is no longer in the hands of Vandal Savage's black market weapons designers."

Stein frowned, "But it didn't do anything to change the fate of your world."

"… No. Vandal Savage will still rise to power in the year 2166."

"And your family will still die?" Jax seemed very distressed at this.

"So, what you're really asking is, do we want to fish or cut bait?"

Lucas nodded in agreement with his Dad, "Yeah! Return to 2016 and live out the rest of our lives as insignificant losers or- "

"- Make another play at becoming legends." Interrupted Ray, "Figure out how to end Savage and save the world."

"Preferably, without causing any more nuclear explosions."

Mick glanced at his son and prodded at the wound on his own head, "Savage has my attention."

Len nodded and stood up, "Look, we didn't know Carter from Adam, but if you take out one of my crew, you better pay the price…. Threatening my family is a one-way trip to a death sentence."

"Surely Captain Hunter has a sound plan..." Stein queried, turning to Jax, "…What about you?"

"You're asking me?" exclaimed Jax

"I didn't give you much of a choice the first time, did I?"

"Well, I say we kick Savage's ass…. For Carter."

All at once, the team muttered "For Carter." (although Lucas and his family muttered it a bit quieter than the rest)

"So, Captain…" began Stein, "…Where are we going next?"