The continuation of the previous prompt, tying up a few loose ends. Recognizable content comes from Legends of Tomorrow 2x17 "Aruba" and The Flash 3x23 "Finish Line."

"He is necessary."

Those three words rang in Sara's head as she sat in her office on the Waverider, her finger tracing the top of the glass she had just finished drinking from. She could feel eyes burning into the back of her head, and she sighed, spinning around. "OK, let me hear it."

"After all he's done, you're letting him live?" Amaya demanded, storming up the steps into the office, trailed by a nervous-looking Ray, a timid Nate, and a mostly expressionless Rip. "Changing time, killing Rex, changing reality itself? And he gets to just sit in a cell?"

Sara's eyes slid to the other three. "Anyone else have anything to add?"

"Uh," Nate cleared his throat. "Just – just wondering when we got a pair of power-dampening cuffs."

"Sara," Rip took a cautious step forward. "I have admired how you have led the team, however . . . with what Thawne has done to all of us – "

"I planned on letting that . . . whatever it was . . . deal with him," Sara explained, standing up and walking around her office. Something was keeping her unnerved, even though she knew Thawne didn't have anything on them now. Merlyn, Darhk, and Leonard were back to their proper times, and Thawne was back in a cell, complete with cuffs she . . . borrowed . . . from S.T.A.R. Labs. So what was bothering her? "But something . . . happened instead."

The stunned look on Thawne's face was priceless when he opened his eyes and realized nothing was happening around him. "I may have made one small change to reality," Sara smirked.

He scowled, glaring at her. "You negated the Spear." Sara lifted her head proudly, and Thawne scoffed, hefting the spear up. "Well, I guess we'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way. I am going to drive this through your heart."

Before he could move forward, an inhuman roar came from behind Sara. Thawne froze in place, and Sara's smirk widened. "Yeah, about that . . . "

The speedster that had been following Thawne all this time flashed into existence behind Sara, roaring loudly. "No," Thawne whispered, eyes widening as his face drained of color.

He sped forward, as if trying to outrun his fate, and Sara turned around to see the other speedster grab Thawne by the neck, raising his hand to thrust into Thawne's heart. But the speedster froze for a split second, then shoved his hand into Thawne's shoulder instead. Thawne yelled in pain, and the speedster took the Spear and knocked Thawne out with it. He disappeared in red lightning, and Sara whipped around to see all of Thawne's other selves fade out of existence.

Her view was obscured by a horribly scarred, cowled face, and she inhaled sharply. The speedster roared in her face . . . then spoke for the first time.

"He is necessary."

Sara merely blinked, and the speedster vanished, leaving Thawne slumped on the ground. She looked back at the yellow-clad speedster, watching him for any sign of movement as her team, and her future self, got back to their feet.

What had that monster meant?

"He is necessary?" Amaya's voice was the highest Sara had ever heard it. "What could he be necessary for?"

"Amaya, I don't know," Sara gave her a condescending look. "If I did, I would tell you."

"What could we possibly still need Thawne for?" Rip frowned.

Sara turned to glare at him, only to pause when Ray started thinking out loud. "The only thing he could be necessary for is if we have another speedster problem."

Speedster problem?

"I can't lose my sister to a speedster, too."

Savitar.

"Ray, you're a genius!" Sara ran past her teammates at once.

"I am?" he blinked in confusion.

"Sara?" Jax asked, he and Martin slowing as they and Mick entered the bridge.

"Stay here!" she called over her shoulder, hurrying to where Thawne was kept.

Sara only slowed when Thawne came into view. The speedster looked up at her with a sneer on his face. "Come to gloat?" he asked harshly, holding up his cuffed hands. Sara chose to fold her arms, chewing her lip. "Oh, what?" Thawne scowled. "Are you here to give me a stare down? It'll take more than an assassin's death stare to make me cave."

"That . . . thing . . . chose to let you live," Sara finally began. At this point, her mouth and her mind weren't connected. "Why?"

"That demon?" Thawne snorted. "I can't imagine why. It serves the Speed Force. Because my ancestor killed himself, I am supposed to be dead."

"But you're not." As soon as she said the words, Sara winced. Well, obviously he wasn't.

"Congratulations, Captain Obvious," Thawne snarked, rolling his eyes. "It should have erased me, and it didn't. I don't know why. Your guess is as good as mine."

"OK," Sara took a deep breath. "Then you can answer another question of mine."

"Because that's why I'm here," Thawne spread his hands as much as he could, given he was wearing the cuffs. "To be your version of the Internet."

"Then give me an answer," Sara stepped forward to the glass. "Who is Savitar?"

She did not expect to see all the blood drain from Thawne's face for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. She definitely didn't expect to see Thawne collapse back against the wall of the cell. "How – " He swallowed hard, then locked eyes with her. "How do you know that name?"

"That doesn't matter," Sara shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "I want to know who Savitar is."

"Why?" Thawne's eyes were narrowed in a second. "You shouldn't care."

"But I do," Sara countered. "I know Savitar is a speedster meant to kill Iris West. That affects Barry." She leaned forward, eyes boring into his. "And considering your past with Barry, I bet you know who he is."

Thawne glared back at her before doing something that surprised her. He laughed. "You're giving me very good reasons not to say anything at all."

Something inside Sara snapped at the sound, and she smacked the control to open the door. Whipping a knife from her belt, she grabbed Thawne by the collar and smashed him into the ground. "Sara!" Jax burst into room, even as Sara dug her knee into Thawne's ribcage and held her knife to his throat.

"Boss!" Mick was right behind him.

"I don't have a problem killing you," Sara hissed as the rest of her team ran in, looking at her with various horrified looks. "Gideon!" she called to the ceiling. "Tell me what you know – "

"He's known to speedsters as the first speedster," Thawne coughed, and Sara looked back down at Thawne, who was glaring up at her with pure hate. "The God of Speed in a metal suit of armor, and the fastest speedster of them all. He challenged other powerful speedsters who were a potential threat. And he killed them."

"A god," Sara scoffed. "Why would a god need armor." She dug her knife in deeper, smirking when a trickle of blood ran from a cut she made. "What does Savitar want with Iris?"

Thawne chuckled darkly. "In 2020, the Flash created time remnants of himself to try and stop Savitar, and Savitar killed every single one . . . all except one. And that time remnant was rejected by everyone on his team because he wasn't the original Flash. He was alone and in pain . . . so much pain that he realized he needed to stop feeling pain. And since God feels no pain . . . the only way to stop feeling pain was to become God."

Sara froze, looking down at Thawne. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No."

"It's funny, isn't it?" Thawne smirked cruelly up at her. "How time always catches up with you. Savitar wanted revenge on the Flash because of what happened to him, and he was created. So he wanted to destroy the original Flash even further."

"No," Sara shook her head, throwing Thawne down and standing up, backing up towards the door.

"And what better way than by taking his sister?" Thawne sneered, giving Sara a maniacal look as Ray rushed to shut the door to the cell, Nate and Mick holding Sara back. "How about that? The Flash gets to watch his time remnant kill his sister right in front of him! And the best part? A time remnant retains the memories of the original."

Sara ripped herself free from her teammates, storming forward. "So ARGUS?" she demanded. "Stealing the Dominators' tech? That was all for nothing?"

Thawne's laughter made her blood boil. "And the Flash loses."

"Sara?" Jax whispered behind her.

"Captain," Gideon's tense voice said. "There is a priority message coming from Central City."

Sara clenched her jaw, and she spun on her heel, marching off. "Play it, Gideon," she ordered.

When she arrived on the bridge, there was a click, and a familiar voice played, one that almost made Sara collapse where she stood. "Sara?" Iris West's voice came over the speakers, and she sounded like she'd been crying. "It's me. Um . . . " She took a shaky breath, and Sara braced herself on the console as the rest of the team filed in. "H.R. took my place. Savitar killed him instead of me. I'm OK . . . but Savitar . . . he has another plan. One that involves him still becoming a god. I don't know if this will get to you in time, but if there is anything . . . and I mean anything . . . that you can do . . . " She sniffed, and Sara closed her eyes. "I don't know if Barry can face himself. Please, Sara."

Sara closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "You know what to do, Gideon," she straightened and turned, on a one-way track to her bunk.

"Setting a course for May 23rd, 2017," Gideon responded dutifully.

Protests sounded behind her, most of all Rip's. "We need to handle Thawne, Sara!"

"Do you plan on letting him out of those cuffs any time soon, Rip?" Sara glared at him over her shoulder. "Or out of his cell? Then I don't think he's going anywhere for a while, Rip. Besides, Barry dealt with him first. I'm going to help him with Savitar, and when everything calms down from that mess, we'll give him Thawne." She quirked an eyebrow. "Only right to give him the speedster that killed his mother, don't you think?"

Rip's mouth opened and shut, but he didn't respond. Sara proceeded to slam her door shut in his face, walking over to her closet to find her suit.

The hallway was empty when she walked down it, checking her weapons. "Captain, we've arrived," Gideon announced. "I'm tracking the location of Barry Allen now."

"Thank you, Gideon," Sara clicked a magazine cartridge into place in one of her two handguns. She wasn't stupid enough to think she could get close enough to a speedster to fight using her batons; at least, not without a way to take away said speedster's powers first. "Let me know when you find him."

"Sara?"

She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes, then turned around and watched Jax and Martin hurry towards her. "What?" she ground out. "Are you here to try and stop me?"

"What?" Martin blinked. "Heavens, no."

"We're here to go with you," Jax shook his head.

Sara looked back and forth between the two of them. "You're sure?" she asked for clarification.

"Are you sure?" Jax countered.

"Captain, I have his location," Gideon reported.

Sara met Jax's eyes. "Where is he, Gideon?" she asked, and Jax nodded, holding his hand out to Martin, who clasped it.

When the Waverider landed, it was the White Canary and Firestorm who took off into the woods.

Barry still wasn't entirely sure how the fight with his time remnant had come to this: with his time remnant on the ground, himself in the Savitar suit, metal shard extended to pierce the remnant, Cisco and Caitlin (not Killer Frost anymore) watching with wide eyes.

But he did know Savitar was yelling at him. "Do it!" he shouted. "You kill me, you become me. Either way, I live."

Barry stared down at Savitar, at his own burnt face, and retracted the shard. Before he could change his mind, he vibrated as fast as he could, shattering the Savitar suit around him. As the shards fell to the ground, Savitar looked around in horror, Caitlin's lips turning up in a relieved smile. "I'll never let the pain, the darkness, determine who I am," Barry told Savitar confidently. "I will never be you."

With a burst of speed, Barry punched his time remnant in the side of the head, and Savitar dropped like a sack of potatoes. Sighing in relief, Barry walked past the time remnant towards his friends, beaming happily at Cisco's proud look and Caitlin's relieved smile.

That smile froze when Barry heard a familiar crackle behind him, and he paused in his walking, about to turn around.

Then the force of an explosion of some kind threw him forward. He hit the ground with a thud, then plastered himself to the grass when he heard the next sounds.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Barry swallowed hard when he heard a body hit the ground, and stayed down, even as Cisco and Caitlin hurried forward.

It was only when he heard Sara Lance shout his name that he looked up and over his shoulder. Savitar was lying on the ground, four bullet holes in his back. Firestorm was landing on the ground, pure white eyes gazing in a mixture of fascination (most likely Martin Stein's) and horror (most likely Jefferson Jackson's) on the metahuman's face.

And Sara, sidearm in hand, ran to check on him, clad in her White Canary suit. "Sara," he breathed, struggling to sit up.

"Hey," she bent down, holding her hand out to him. "Are you OK?"

"Uh," he swallowed, accepting her hand and letting her hoist him up. "I'll get back to you on that."

"Sara?" Firestorm called.

She and Barry turned to look at Savitar's corpse, and they were just in time to see waves of blue and grey sweep over his body, making him dissolve into thin air. Barry sighed in relief, looking down at Sara. "How did you know?" he asked.

"Iris," she answered. "She called and shared what happened, asking if there was anything I could do."

"And you came?" Barry blinked.

Sara quirked an eyebrow, then brought her hand up; Barry yelped when her palm connected with the back of his head. "I told you I would come if you needed help with him," she reminded him.

Barry chuckled, nodding and rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, you did." He took a deep breath, looking at her. "Thank you," he told her, then looked over as Firestorm approached. "All three of you," he added.

"Like we would let our captain have all the fun," Firestorm grinned.

"No strings on us," Sara reminded Barry.

Barry smiled fondly, giving her a hug. "No strings," he agreed.

Barry shut his apartment door behind him and leaned against it for a second, closing his eyes. A second later, he tensed, ready to run, when he heard a familiar voice from the kitchen. "You look like you could use a drink."

Barry's lips twitched up in a smirk. "Alcohol doesn't affect me."

He heard the clink of crystal on crystal. "Another for me, then."

"I didn't say no."

Silence for a second. "I'm sorry about H.R."

Barry opened his eyes and moved into the kitchen, to where Sara was dressed in the black dress and leggings she had worn to silently observe the funeral. "He gave Savitar the location to find Iris," he said quietly, accepting the glass Sara slid to him. "He then used his transmogrifier and took Iris's place."

"He died a hero," Sara remarked.

"He did," Barry agreed. "And Savitar is gone."

"And Iris is safe," Sara took her own glass. "Not bad, Barry. Not bad."

Barry tilted his head side to side. "It could have ended much worse," he admitted, holding up his glass. "To H.R."

"To H.R.," Sara agreed, tapping her glass with his.

Their eyes met as they drank at the same time, and Barry licked his lips as he put his drink down. "By the way, how did you get in?" he asked.

Sara raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Take better care in locking your windows."

"Of course," he rolled his eyes. "Sneaky assassin moves. When did your suit get a collar, by the way?"

Sara leaned against the island, tilting her head. "Barry Allen, are you saying you like me with just the corset and no neck?"

"Oh God," he closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks flame up. "That came out so wrong."

Sara snorted into her drink, quickly setting it down to cover her mouth as she laughed. "That was actually a modification that didn't last long. My suit normally has the neck to it."

"Oh," Barry nodded, but didn't say anything more.

Sara just grinned. "Missions go by much faster if a time criminal isn't looking where he's not supposed to."

"OK, getting off that topic," Barry quickly picked up his glass to take another drink and hopefully hide his burning face. "Actually, speaking of missions . . . how did yours go?"

Sara paused in taking another drink, then winced. "Um . . . about that . . . " Barry raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask another question, a low rumble came from outside, making both look up. "What was that?" Sara looked up.

The fridge behind them started to rattle, followed by the microwave and oven. The light fixtures above their heads started flickering in and out, and Barry quickly maneuvered Sara around the island, both watching the rest of Barry's furniture rattle. The windows shattered off to the side, and they scrambled backwards, watching the glass fall inwards. "Is this an earthquake?" Sara's eyes widened in shock. "I thought Central City doesn't get earthquakes!"

Flickers of red and yellow light came from outside, and Barry cautiously stepped over the glass to peer out the now broken window. When he saw the multicolored lightning lancing across the sky, he gulped nervously. "That wasn't an earthquake."

"OK, please tell me this wasn't something we did," Nate ran to join Barry and Sara when they arrived at S.T.A.R. Labs.

"Us," Sara shielded her eyes against the lightning flickering across the sky as the rest of the Legends appeared. "No, I don't think so."

Barry shook his head in agreement, turning his flashlight on and heading inside. He found Cisco already there, examining equipment. "You found something?" he asked hopefully.

His hope deflated when Cisco shook his head. "Everything's barbecued," he said, tossing what he held aside. "I'm gonna try to establish an uplink to the satellite." He nodded to the Legends before pausing and pointing at Rip. "Uh . . . who?"

"Rip Hunter," Sara gestured to him. "Former captain of the Legends."

"Oh," Cisco nodded absently, then winced when the screen he found emitted only static. "That's not good. Hey, Wally!" he spoke into the radio he held. "Can you reverse the polarity on the neutron flow?"

"On it," Wally's voice responded.

"Is there anything we can do?" Ray asked, gesturing between himself and Martin.

"I don't know," Cisco ran a hand through his hair.

"Central City University just reported an earthquake of 6.6 on the Richter scale," Julian reported, looking down at his phone.

"That's not an earthquake," Harry announced, walking to join them from the other entrance.

"Then what was it?" Joe frowned.

"Earthquakes come from down below," Harry explained.

"So this is something else," Martin frowned uneasily.

The rumbling grew louder, and Amaya hastily covered her eyes when sparks flew from up above. Jay walked in, face grim. "It's getting bad out there," he told them. "Emergency services will soon be overwhelmed."

"Guys," Julian gulped. "7.2, that last one."

"Cisco!" Wally called.

"Yeah, we're on," Cisco responded. "Guys!"

They turned as Cisco managed to get a working screen, and Iris squinted. "What is that thing?"

"That's definitely not a breach," Gypsy frowned.

"Holy plutonium," Cisco's jaw dropped. "What even emits that many kilojoules?!"

Sara noticed Barry turn to look at someone else, and when she turned in the direction he was looking, he saw him and Jay lock eyes. "I'm guessing you two know?"

"The Speed Force," Jay nodded.

"But Savitar's dead," Joe frowned.

"Yeah, Sara shot him," Jax nodded. "Four times."

"You did?" Ray looked at Sara in surprise.

"Not important," Sara huffed.

"Very important, actually, Captain Lance," Jay shook his head. "Because that's the problem."

"Bad speedster's dead," Mick grunted. "What's the problem?"

"It's the Speed Force prison," Cisco swallowed.

"It needs an occupant," Jay confirmed. "When you freed me, we emptied it. Without a prisoner – "

"It goes unstable," Cisco finished. "And now it's bleeding energy onto our Earth."

"So how do we stop it?" Nate looked around.

Barry swallowed. "By giving it what it needs."

"Which is what?" Iris frowned.

"You're not doing this," Sara shook her head as she ran after Barry, heading outside.

"The Speed Force is unbalanced!" Barry argued, the rest of their teams pouring out after them. "I have to stabilize it!"

"You are not going into the Speed Force!" Sara shook her head.

"What?" Jax protested.

"Barry, you'll be trapped forever!" Iris joined in.

"If I don't go, the whole city, maybe even the entire planet, could be destroyed!" Barry shook his head.

Sara licked her lips, barely hearing the arguments going on around her as she put her hand on her forehead, pacing angrily. She did not come this far to help Barry just to see him sacrifice himself to the Speed Force –

"That . . . thing . . . chose to let you live. Why?"

"That demon? I can't imagine why. It serves the Speed Force. Because my ancestor killed himself, I am supposed to be dead."

She froze, slowly lowering her hand. "Oh, my God," she whispered.

"Boss?" Mick frowned.

"He is necessary."

"He is necessary," Sara repeated slowly.

"Come again?" Jay frowned in her direction.

"He is necessary," Sara repeated, turning around. "That's what it said, back in World War I. He is necessary!"

"Who's necessary?" Cisco waved his hands around. "We've got three speedsters to choose from, and I'm not keen on letting any of them go back into that place!"

"No," Rip's eyes slowly widened as Nate's mouth fell open in a perfect circle. "We have four."

"Four?" Harry parroted.

"I think she's lost it," Julian looked around.

"He was spared for a reason," Sara insisted, pointing at the lightning strikes drawing closer. "This has to be the reason!"

"What are you talking about?" Iris asked, tears in her eyes.

Sara took a deep breath. "This past year, we've been facing a trio of supervillains who had the goal of rewriting reality to better themselves," she explained. "Malcolm Merlyn, his past . . . Damien Darhk, his future . . . and – "

Lightning cracked, drawing their attention back to the storm heading their way. A swirling mass opened in the eye of the storm, making all of them shield their eyes. Out of the mass walked a woman with auburn hair, dressed in white. "Barry," Joe breathed. "It's your mother!"

"That's the Speed Force," Barry corrected, even though he swallowed.

Sara gripped Barry's arm, stopping him from moving forward. Instead, she stepped forward herself. "Captain Lance!" Jay warned.

Sara planted herself in front of Barry, looking at the Speed Force. "Am I right?" she asked, hoping no one could see her crossing her fingers. Because if this didn't . . . "Can we give you him instead of Barry?"

"Sara?" Barry asked in confusion.

"Savitar killed our enforcer," the Speed Force finally told Sara. "Zolomon was meant to carry out our will. Yet it appears he found another way." Nora Allen's eyes slid to Barry before nodding. "Return who we want to us. He may take Barry's place."

Sara could have sobbed in relief, and she heard Jax's mutter of "Thank you, God" behind her. "Is anyone else lost?" Gypsy looked around.

"I am," Wally freely admitted.

"Changing time and reality," Sara turned around. "Killing Rex." She tilted her head, looking at Amaya. "What do you think he would say about this?"

Amaya's lips curled up in a pleased smirk. "He deserves this."

"I agree," Sara nodded, looking at Jay. "What's the Speed Force prison like?"

"Wally and Jay said it was hell," Iris supplied.

"Oh, this son of a bitch deserves it," Nate's eyes hardened.

Sara nodded. "Rip, Amaya," she looked at the two of them. "Bring him here. Let's send him to hell."

"Send who to hell?" Joe asked in exasperation as Rip and Amaya ran off.

"Wait," Barry's eyes widened, and Sara turned to look at him, seeing Barry had gone deathly pale. "You said Merlyn and Darhk . . . but you said . . . you said . . . " He staggered suddenly, eyes wide. "Oh, my God."

"Barry," Sara quickly moved, putting her hands on his arms. "Barry, hey, look at me."

He swallowed hard. "Zoom was their enforcer," he said hoarsely. "It's not Savitar . . . Sara, you have – "

"Yes," Sara nodded. "We've got him."

"Oh," Cisco's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, frack."

"Yes, I believe I had a similar reaction when I realized exactly who our speedster nemesis was," Martin nodded.

"Wait," Harry made the connection as well. "You're telling me you've got – ?"

"No!" The panicked scream made everyone turn around. "NO!"

"Apologies, everyone." Sara raised an eyebrow, seeing everyone who had a weapon go for it as Rip and Amaya dragged a thrashing Thawne towards them, Amaya's grip much tighter than Rip's, though the former Time Master was holding quite tightly, and didn't appear very apologetic as he spoke. "Our prisoner does not appear to be happy with us."

"Oh, damn," Joe stared in shock, aiming his gun at Thawne.

"Guess what," Sara sauntered up to Thawne, who was staring at the Speed Force apparition of Nora with complete terror. "We found out why Zolomon wanted you alive."

"No," Thawne insisted, trying to jab Amaya in the ribs.

"You helped a lot, too," Sara continued as if he hadn't spoken. "You told us exactly what we needed to figure this out. You've done a lot, you know. You killed Barry's mother. You've wreaked havoc on time and reality itself."

"I had to beg him to kill my mom again." Barry's whisper was so quiet Sara almost didn't hear him. But she did, and she turned to look at him, her eyes wide as Barry slowly approached, trembling in fury, his eyes on Thawne. "When Flashpoint happened, I had to beg him to go back in time and kill my mom again so it could be fixed."

"But it couldn't be fixed, could it?" Thawne couldn't help but give one last jab. "Not completely, could it?"

Sara threw a sharp right hook, and Thawne cried out in pain, his head snapping to the side. Ray's eyes widened, and Jax laughed at the stupefied looks on everyone else's faces. "Apparently, the Speed Force prison is hell," Sara sneered, rubbing her knuckles as Thawne gawked at her. "I say that's exactly where you deserve to go."

"We agree." All eyes turned to the Speed Force, whose gaze was locked on the cuffed speedster. "At long last, the Reverse-Flash has reached his finish line."

"Justice," Amaya smiled. "Finally."

Barry stepped forward, setting his jaw. "May I?"

"By all means," Rip was more than happy to step away.

Barry and Amaya shared looks, then Amaya nodded. Barry grabbed Thawne's other arm, and Amaya released her grip, stepping back. The two speedsters, one the reverse of the other, exchanged glares of hatred one last time, before Thawne chuckled bitterly. "How about that. You win after all."

"It's like someone told me," Barry's eyes slid to Sara. "There's no strings on us."

Sara smirked as Thawne turned to look at her. "Enjoy the Speed Force, Thawne."

Barry escorted Thawne towards the portal, the others gathering behind Sara to watch. "Enjoy hell," he corrected, coming to a stop in front of the Speed Force apparition.

Nora nodded, reaching out and taking Thawne's arm in a vicelike grip. Barry stepped back, never once looking away as he kept walking backwards. Sara's hand slipped into his, and Barry finally stopped, taking a deep breath as the woman stepped to his side, both watching as the Speed Force vanished with its new prisoner, and the lightning gradually receded. "Good riddance," Mick finally spoke for all of them.

Sara exhaled in relief, then found herself pulled into a tight hug. She froze for a second before relaxing, wrapping her arms around Barry as the speedster tightened his grip. "Thank you," he gasped in her ear, and Sara closed her eyes, realizing he was crying. "Thank you so much."

Sara exhaled shakily, squeezing Barry back. "You're welcome," she whispered. "I've got your back."

Barry paced outside the Waverider the next evening, checking his phone for updates from everyone like he had for the last minute or so. For once in his life, he was early, and didn't know what to do with himself. Apparently, he was bad with keeping himself occupied.

"Damn, Barry." His head shot up at an approving whistle, and his jaw hit the floor as Sara walked down the ramp, her blue eyes looking him up and down. "You clean up nice."

Barry shook his head, knowing that he was just dressed up in one of his nicer suits. Sara, on the other hand, was in a metallic cocktail dress the color of gunmetal, the dangerously plunging neckline ending with a twisted front. He swallowed hard, seeing Sara's hair twisted into a messy bun, her black heels clicking on the asphalt as she walked up. "You're gorgeous," he finally managed to untie his tongue.

"Thank you," she smiled, tucking her clutch under her arm. "So . . . you promised Central City's best. Where are we going?"

Barry just held out his arm, and Sara tucked her hand into his elbow. "Follow me."

" . . . you met the author of The Lord of the Rings."

"And The Hobbit," Sara confirmed, grinning as she took a bite of her cheesecake at the end of dinner.

"You have an awesome job," Barry shook his head, finishing his fudge cake. "That's it. I'm leaving Central City to Wally and joining your team."

"Hey, if you do, we can have this happen more often," Sara gestured around the pricey restaurant with her fork. "And without Rip around now – "

"He left?" Barry asked in surprise.

"He took the jumpship and left," Sara confirmed. "Said there was nothing left for him to teach us."

"Huh," Barry blinked.

"Anyway, we are now down one crew member," Sara went on, fiddling with her cheesecake. "We have an opening."

Barry cleared his throat, putting his fork down. "You'd want to do this again?" he asked, just to clarify.

"Well," Sara tilted her head, popping her last bite into her mouth. "I would like the next ones to be called 'dates' instead of 'I owe you for helping to imprison my nemesis' dinner." She put her fork down, then leaned forward, locking eyes with Barry. "But yes. I would."

Barry's grin could have lit the entirety of Central City. "While I'm not sure Central City can survive without me yet," he told her, picking up the checkbook and putting the necessary money and tip in it, placing it back down on the table. "I say I'm happy with calling this a date and not an 'I owe you for helping to imprison my nemesis' dinner."

"Good," Sara smiled, finishing her wine. "Because I was going to ask you anyway."

Barry laughed as he stood, walking over and holding out his hand. "Well, Sara Lance, may I ask you when the next time we can have a date is?"

"Well, Barry Allen," Sara played along, slipping her hand into his and allowing him to help her stand. "I say very soon." She gave him a quick kiss and pulled back, smirking. "I'll just have to check and see when I can get back in town."

"Which for you could literally be the same day while for me, it could be a week," Barry rolled his eyes as they walked to the front.

"Unfortunately for you, yes," Sara smirked as they walked out into the Central City night. Barry's phone suddenly buzzed, and she frowned, looking at him as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Couldn't that be work?"

"My villains usually schedule when I have days off," he grumbled, pulling his phone out. "I go back on . . . " He trailed off, frowning. "Jax is saying look at your phone five minutes ago."

"Seriously?" Sara sighed, pulling her phone out of her clutch and moving off to the side. "They couldn't last an hour without screwing something – " She cut off, seeing the many images her teammates had sent her. "Oh, no."

"What is it?" Barry was at her side immediately.

Sara swallowed, tilting her phone to the side. "They headed into the temporal zone . . . and this is where they ended up."

Barry did a double take, squinting at the picture. "Is that . . . where is that?"

"Los Angeles, 2017," Sara answered.

Barry slowly looked at her. "Those are dinosaurs."

"Yes."

"In Los Angeles."

"Yep."

"2017."

"Uh huh."

"And is that – "

"Yeah," Sara sighed. "Big Ben."

Barry just stood there, gawking at the photo Jax had sent her. "What happened?"

Sara closed her eyes. Guess that's what happens when you interact with yourselves. "We broke time."

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this first little take on Scarlet Canary! This was a bit more pre-relationship, but hey, "One Call Away" started like that, too.

Next time from gammaxmen: Christmas double date with SuperArrow and Scarlet Canary. I think Oliver and Sara could be friendly dating with Barry and Kara, and I think under a mistletoe, Oliver would be kissing Kara and Barry, Sara.

I'm catching up to prompts I've already completed on Wattpad, so I've done this one already, and I will say though the mistletoe didn't make it in, the Christmas kisses did.