Thank you for all the reviews they motivated me to write this chapter this week. My Grandpa died so I have been dealing with that, and is why I haven't posted a new chapter in a while and I'm really sorry about that, I will try to be more consistent about it in the future. Thanks for sticking with me and continuing to read my fic.

Chapter 3:

Sara and Laurel woke up on a rooftop. Surrounded by a bunch of strangers.

"Stein what the hell are you doing here?" They heard the man in the parka say.

"I'm as ignorant as you for once." The older man right next to Sara said.

"Where are we?" Sara asked, because that seemed like the most logical first question.

"How did we get here?" Laurel asked because it too seemed like a good question to ask seeing as they definitely didn't walk themselves up on a roof and lay down.

"Why don't you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? British dude with a flashy thing ring any bells?" The kid piped up, seeming to have remembered more about what was going on and how they got there than anyone else seemed to.

"The name's Rip Hunter. I'm from east London… oh… and the future." Great another crazy person was all Laurel and Sara were thinking.

"Nice to meet you Rip." Says the brute next to the guy in the parka, and as he reaches for his gun, the British dude pipes up again to add "uh while you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons.

Sara and Laurel look to each other, knowing if this guy starts acting weird at all, that they wouldn't need weapons to take him out.

"I've assemble you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because of a man by the name Vandal Savage." The British guys says while walking around maybe to seem dramatic or something, didn't really matter to Sara or Laurel.

Though the name he mentioned sounded familiar. The couple in the ridiculous costumes looked at each other almost at the same time that Sara and Laurel looked at each other because they remembered hearing from Oliver about a man they went up against that was almost impossible to take down. He had also said though that they had taken care of it. Laurel was puzzled, because it wasn't like Oliver to get a detail so important a detail, as having killed a person, wrong before.

The man half of the couple dressed in the funky costumes started speaking. "That can't be. We destroyed him." His girlfriend (both Sara and Laurel assumed) added, "Yeah the Green Arrow and Flash helped us do it."

"Yeah, the Green Arrow told me about it, said he wasn't a problem anymore, he had been taken care of so to speak," Laurel chimed in. It was the same man they were talking about, but how could this guy from the so called future be saying that a dead man was putting the future of the world in peril. Maybe he was a looney tune.

Laurel looked to Sara, she could see the skepticism in her eyes with regards to the current situation, but could tell she was still on guard in case this turned out to be some weird type of trap or something.

"And there inlay the problem. Unless you or Mr. Hall deliver the death blow, Savage can be restore but from a single cell." Was this guy serious?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mick asked.

Laurel had heard stories of the rogues from her time as a lawyer. They were no stranger to breaking the law. She remembered hearing stories from the other lawyers in town that the big, dumb, brute one was named Mick Rory. While, the smart, somewhat smaller, mysterious, handsome looking one was named Leonard Snart. She would have to tell Sara about them later.

"Vandal is immortal. Kendra and I reincarnate." Mr. Hall answered.

"Yeah I've done that." Sara said it so plainly, Laurel was wondering if maybe her sister was starting to come to terms with the whole experience.

Probably not, how does a person ever get over something like that?

"I haven't." Laurel says with her hands up all innocent like, realizing that since she was associated with Sara it might seem like she had reincarnated in a way too. Needing to just clarify that for everyone right then so there was no mix up.

"And what the hell does this Randall guy got to do with us." Of course Mick said the wrong name, Laurel just couldn't stand people that were dumb as posts.

"Vandal." The British guys corrected. "In the future, he will employ the evil he has perfected over his whole life, and the power he has amassed throughout history, to finally conquer the world. I have been tasked with assembling an elite team to stop him."

Kendra and Carter seemed to have concerned looks on their faces. Maybe this was a real threat after all. Laurel was mulling it over in her mind, when Sara just simply asks, "how?"

"To travel through time. To capture savage before he grows into the monster he becomes." Of course sweeping his hand across the sky for dramatic effect.

Laurel was starting to wonder if everyone had to go to drama school or something in the future, because this guys had a knack for the dramatics. But in all seriousness, Sara seemed to be starting to listen closer to what the man had to say, was she seriously thinking of possibly joining this so-called team this guy wanted to assemble?

"You got the wrong guy." Snart says walking over to Rip. "Hero ain't on my resume.

"Or mine." His partner Mick agrees.

"I know it's difficult for you to fathom, but where—when I'm from, the year 2166, you and everyone on this roof aren't just considered heroes…" Of course he pauses for more dramatic effect Laurel thinks. "…you're legends."

"Legends?" Can't Ray stay quiet? After saving him Sara had more time to be around him, and discovered that this guy's main talent seems to be talking of trying to be a hero. He wants to make a difference so badly. Sara wished she had as much enthusiasm for the heroics as he did, but after everything, she was just more guarded about jumping full force into things.

"I, um, I hate to nitpick, but doesn't a legend have to be dead?" The older man interjected.

Well then Sara fit the bill perfectly, she already had a check in the "deceased" box.

"Yeah, see, uh, that's a deal breaker for me, so I'm gonna pass." The kid might have a point. Laurel was starting think that maybe it would just be better to leave, after all she has no intentions of dying, and she just got her sister back after her death. No need to tempt the fates was Laurel's theory.

"It's dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures, but I am her because each of you, as individuals, is destined for greatness." Sara and Laurel looked each other as if to ask if this guy was trying to butter them up or something.

"I could get behind that." An expected response from a one Ray Palmer.

"And because if you don't follow me, this is what is in store for your world 150 years from now." The picture he showed them was bleak at best. Destruction was everywhere, and everyone in the group on the roof seemed to start to understand the gravity of the situation. Well everyone except Mick, Laurel figured.

"I could have chosen any time and any place. Of all the people who ever lived, I chose you nine. I certainly hope you won't let me, and the world, down." Rip wasn't playing a game here. This was for the future of their world. Sara was starting to wonder if maybe this was the sort of purpose she had been looking for.

Rip started to walk off the roof, letting all the information he had just given the group sink in. Before he left he handed a card to Martin saying, "If your answer is yes, meet me at this address in 36 hours."

Then he just walked off, leaving everyone there to ponder everything they had just heard. Sara and Laurel just looked at each other not saying anything but none the less having a conversation just by looking in each other's eyes.

After a while the group dispersed into the smaller couples they arrived in, and went to talk about what they all might want to do separately.

Sara and Laurel certainly had a lot to discuss. That would have to wait till tomorrow though, there was only so much they could process in one night.

Thanks again for reading, and leaving comments. The comments are going to be more important than ever to keep me motivated through this rough time. Thanks for your guys' support and everything.