AT THE TIME BUREAU AGENCY

Ava is going over some reports in her office when she hears someone knocking at the door.

"Yes Gary?" She asks without lifting her eyes from the desk, "Did the Legends manage to screw up something again?"

"Why Miss Sharpe, hearing you talk like that about my team almost breaks my poor little heart." A sultry voice states.

Ava immediately looks up to its owner, a shiver running through her spine when her eyes land on her girlfriend's bright grin.

"Sara! What are you doing here?" She asks raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

The Captain gets closer to her, "What? Can't I just visit my girlfriend while she's at work? I mean, you do it all the time." She answers, shrugging her shoulders.

The Agent leans back on her chair, hands folded on her lap, "Yes of course, you're always welcome here." Ava smiles softly at her, reaching her hand out to grab her girlfriend's wrist. She takes a quick glance at the office's door, "In fact, could you do me a favour? Lock the door please."

Sara smirks at her and turns around to do so, "My pleasure." When she's sure that no one will be able to come in, she makes her way over to Ava's desk, sitting on the edge of it.

"So…" She crosses one leg over the other, leaning down to stay mere inches away from her girlfriend's lips, "Are you too busy right now?"

The Agent smiles, dropping the tone of her voice, "For you? Never." She tilts her head slightly to the side and captures Sara's lips in a slow, gentle kiss, taking her time to appreciate the butterflies that settle in her stomach. They part ways only to catch their breaths, resting their foreheads together, "You're amazing." Ava says looking at Sara with bright green eyes and a warm smile. The Captain gets lost in her lover's gaze; she feels the urge to reach out her right hand and cups her cheek, tracing the blonde's full bottom lip with her thumb.

"And you are the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, inside and out." Sara confesses, earning a kiss from Ava. The taller woman moves her chair back a bit, motioning for her girlfriend to sit on her lap, "Come on, I swear this spot is pretty comfy."

Sara laughs, "Oh I know how comfortable your whole body can be, don't worry." She says, moving to sit on Ava's lap. She rests her hands behind the Agent's neck, playing with the baby hairs there. She goes to loosen up the blonde's bun but Ava stops her, "Sara, I love the feeling of your fingers through my loose hair, but don't forget that I'm at work. I need to be presentable."

"You're right, sorry. Force of habit." Sara says, resting her head on the crook of Ava's neck, planting a wet kiss there. The taller woman envelopes her girlfriend in a tight hug, moving her right hand up and down Sara's back, while her other hand wraps around her waist.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes until Ava breaks the silence, "As much as I love being like this with you, is there any particular reason why you've come here?"

Sara shakes her head, "Not really, just wanted to cuddle." She says, looking up at Ava.

The Agent searches Sara's bright blue eyes, trying to figure something out in them.

"Are you sure? You look a bit tired." Ava asks, tucking a lock of hair behind a freckled and pierced ear.

"Yeah… I had a few nightmares that's all." Sara cups her girlfriend's face and caresses it.

Ava debates internally whether to press the matter, but ends up deciding to, "Do you want to tell me what they were about?"

The Captain gulps slightly, "Same old… Damien Darhk, Laurel, Nanda Parbat. You know, the whole shenanigans."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to support you honey." The taller woman says, "I've been meaning to ask…"

Ava is interrupted by a knock on the door. She sighs a bit irritated, "Yes?!"

"Director Sharpe, sorry to bother you but your assistance is needed with some matters at the moment." She hears Gary say on the other side.

"Okay Gary, I'll be right there. Just give me a minute!"

She turns to Sara, "I'm sorry Sara, I have to go."

The smaller woman gets up and gives her a small smile, "That's alright. I should go back too, see if the Legends managed to keep everything in place while I was gone."

"Ok, but we'll talk later yes? Dinner at my place, sound good?" She asks, resting her hands on the Captain's shoulders.

Sara gives her a goodbye kiss, "Sounds perfect. Later." She says, winking and opening a portal to the Waverider.

BACK AT THE WAVERIDER

When Sara reaches the Bridge, she sees the whole team is reunited discussing something.

"Listen, I personally think this is the best approach to these kind of situations." Nate says exasperatedly, losing his patience.

"And I think we should wait for the Captain to return so we can hear what she has to say." Ray objects.

Sara steps in, "Ok guys I'm back! What did I miss?" She asks looking around at each member of the team.

"Welcome back Captain Lance! I found a Level 4 anachronism in France, 14th of July in 1789."

"Also known as, Storming of the Bastille!" Nate exclaims excitedly.

"Except that according to the files Gideon gathered, the event never took place, meaning that the French Revolution never happened causing huge consequences on what we know today as the country France." Ray added.

"And that's because two days before that, in the 12th of July, Camille Desmoulins, the journalist/politician responsible for giving a speech in front of the Royal Palace about how the Royal troops were about to release a bloody repression on the people of Paris, ended up not being able to give said speech. He was supposed to inflame the passions of the mob by his burning words and his call "To arms!", but that never happened. Therefore, Parisian revolutionaries and mutinous troops never stormed and dismantled the Bastille, leaving it intact." Nate finished.

"Okay! Gideon set the course to July 12th 1789, Paris, France. We go there, find out what stopped Camille from giving his speech, make sure he gives it properly and then we're out!"

The team looks at her quiet. Nate is the one breaking the silence, "I still think we should also make sure that the people get to the guns and powder so they can defend themselves when taking the prison fortress."

Sara nods, "Alright! Ray, Mick and Amaya go help the people. Zari, Nate and I go look for the journalist and convince him to give the speech."

They all agree and go to the Waverider's Fabrication room to get their costumes accordingly to the era. After they get dressed, the Captain gives the command to leave the ship as soon as they land in a secluded area just on the outskirts of the city.

PARIS, FRANCE - JULY 12TH 1789

After the invisibility shield is up, they step outside and breathe in the fresh air surrounding them.

"Amazing!" Amaya states with a smile, "It always feels great to get some air."

Nate smiles at seeing her look happy, but tries not to stare too much. Mick clears his throat and he snaps out of it.

"Okay people, you all know the plan! Let's try to be quick but effective about this yes? I don't want a certain Time Bureau Director on our asses because of our screwing up."

"Hm… And here I thought that was supposed to be a good thing now." Nate whispers sideways at Mick, making him chuckle.

Sara narrows her piercing blue eyes, challenging her teammates, "What was that?"

"Nothing." Both men say in unison.

"Good." She smiles smugly, "As I was saying, don't screw up and we can all go back to the ship sooner. Let's go!"

Nate and Zari follow Sara to the Royal Palace to look for the journalist while the rest of the team go the other way.

"Ok where the hell is Camille? He should be starting his speech around now." The Captain says, looking around.

"I can't seem to spot Mr. Desmoulins anywhere." Nate adds, "He should definitely be here by now, something must have happened to him."

"Guys, the journalist is not here." Zari says through the intercom, informing the other team.

Amaya is the one to answer her, "Well we're already at the site. Mick and Ray are just finishing helping people gather what we had agreed on."

"What does the French dude look like?" Mick asks.

"Caucasian, long nose, black hair by the shoulders and fancy clothing." Nate replies.

"So basically every French men in the city." Ray deadpans.

"We're screwed. We're never going to find him." Zari sighs.

"Calm down guys! I'm sure we'll figure something out." Sara says trying to lift their spirits and at the same time trying to convince herself as well.

"Sara is right. Nate can't you think of something he may have that might differentiate him from others?"

The man ponders in thought for a while, sporting a huge grin on his face when he remembers an old portrait he has seen once on an old book called Well Known French Figures of the Revolution. He presses his intercom, "I got it! He's probably wearing a white scarf tied like a long bow around his neck. He might also be wearing a black hat with mistletoe trapped on its side and a long coat."

"Ahm guys…" Zari says, grabbing Sara's arm to get her attention and points with her head to the man across the street, "That guy sure does look a lot like what you just described."

"Ah great you found him! Problem solved." Ray says cheerfully over the intercom.

"Not so much…" Sara adds, "He's throwing up in the alley. Oh god, that's a lot of vomit."

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Nate says, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What's going on over there?" Amaya asks, "Do you need help?"

"Not precisely. But our French friend might need a hand or two." Zari states, making a disgusted face.

"He apparently drank the whole set of drinks the bar had to offer." Sara mocks.

"Ah!" Mick lets out excitedly, "My kind of man!"

Amaya and Ray sigh, "Alright, we're coming over."

After about ten minutes the six of them are all together again.

"Glad you're finally here. You can help us wake him up." Sara says with a smirk, making her way over to the man lying on the floor, followed by Zari.

Amaya and Ray look over at Nate waiting for an explanation. Mick chimes in, "Let me guess. He passed out right after you ended the call with us?"

Nate points at him, "Bingo!" He claps his hands together, "Come on, let's go."

When they approach the rest of the team, they notice the man is now slightly awake and their Captain is already speaking with him.

"Monsieur Desmoulins, comment allez-vous? " Sara's glad she took an Ingestible translator to allow her to speak and understand the French language, or else she would be royally screwed. In fact, she's even more glad that she forced everyone on the team to take one magic pill of those before they left the Waverider.

"How do you know my name Mademoiselle?!" He stutters a bit, while trying to stand up. He reaches for the wall next to him, but slips and ends up sitting on the floor again.

The Captain turns to her teammates, "Help me carry him, we can't let anyone see him like this."

Mick nods and throws the man over his shoulder with a grunt, "Done. What now?"

Sara points to the back alley, "I think it's best we talk over there, it looks more secluded."

After they turn right into to the alley Mick gently lowers the journalist on the floor, as per Captain's orders.

Nate slaps him carefully on his red cheeks, trying to somehow ease the effect on the alcohol on his system, "Monsieur, please don't fall asleep."

Although he's not asleep much anymore, he does look scared to see a bunch of unfamiliar faces surrounding him.

Amaya tries a different approach, "Monsieur Desmoulins, my name is Amaya and these are my friends." She offers her right hand for him to take, "We've come a long way to meet you; we've heard many good things about your revolutionary words. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintances."

Camille Desmoulins seems to relax at hearing her kind words and accepts her hand, "The pleasure is entirely mine Mademoiselle Amaya." He kisses her hand gently earning a shy smile from her. Nate can't fight the need to roll his eyes at the whole scene. He extends his hand for the man to shake as a greeting, putting himself them both, "Nate Heywood, pleasure to meet you as well."

Camille takes his hand simply as to not seem rude, but tenses for a few seconds at the strong grip Nate gives to his hand. He nods at him and at the rest of the team.

When no one else interjects, Sara clears her throat and tries to put on her most innocent and captivating smile, "Monsieur Desmoulins, we heard some rumours that you were supposed to give a wonderful speech earlier today, but it seems that never happened. Care to tell us why?"

He starts to laugh, almost tripping and falling over again, "Well I can't possibly give a whole speech in front of thousands when I'm as drunk as if I've been drinking three barrels of whine can I?" He keeps laughing at her face.

She clenches her jaw, controlling the urge on knock him unconscious right at that instant. It wouldn't be too hard either, he's already halfway there.

"I get that." She now has a fake smile plastered on her face, "But if you had intentions to give said speech then why did you drink so much beforehand?"

"Because I fricking stutter! I've been awful at speaking ever since I was a wee child. I thought the alcohol would help with that but I got carried away."

Sara motions for the rest of the team to gather a few feet away from the journalist, "Listen guys…" She whispers, "The only way he will give this speech is if he has some extra help."

"Well we can't give the speech for him. That would be interfering a lot with History." Ray adds worried.

"I know that Ray! That's why I'm saying we help him to give said speech. Any ideas?"

"Hm… Nate, is there a chance you know how his speech goes? I don't mean the whole thing, but maybe the most important points?"

Nate stays thoughtful for a while, trying to remember the entirety of the speech. How it begins, some parts of the middle and then the famous ending. When he feels like he has it figured it out he nods and tells his teammates, "Okay! I'm sure I can help him reach the important subjects."

"Great! Then it's simple; we take him to the location where it's supposed to happen, make him look more decent and you Nate stand there next to him. When you notice that he may be losing his train of thought, you just have to intervene and tell him what he has to say."

Nate nods confidently, "Okay! Let's do this!"

When they turn to Desmoulins, thankfully he's still there, simply asleep on the floor. Mick takes the opportunity to throw him over his shoulder again and brings him to the front of the Royal Palace. They wake the man up, tell him it's speech time and that Nate is going to help him.

He seems relieved at hearing that and looks more confident than before about what he has to say. When he stands on the improvised stage and looks in front of him; and sees the big crowd of people looking back at him, expecting to hear something, his chest fills with pride and his heart with courage. The man starts to speak and his stutter seems to have momentaneously disappeared; he misses a few words but Nate steps in those moments and the message gets transmitted. In the end that's all that really counts.

When he finishes speaking, a chant can be heard throughout the whole crowd, "To arms!" They yell, pumping their fists in the air.

Camille Desmoulins stands there like a child on Christmas Morning. His eyes shine brightly with excitement and a huge toothy smile can be seen on his face. He turns left to look at Nate, grabs his face with both hands and plants two kisses on each cheek of his helper's face.

"Merci beaucoup my dear friend! May we meet again one day." The man turns to the people in front of him once again and follows after them, leaving his new friend yelling behind him, "You're welcome!"

BACK AT THE WAVERIDER

The Legends arrive at their ship a couple of hours before dinner time. First things first, they ask Gideon to make sure that the anachronism as been solved effectively before taking care of other things. After that, some of them go grab something to eat while others go straight to their rooms to get some rest.

Sara lets them know that she will be having dinner at Ava's and that there's probably a one hundred percent chance of spending the night there, so they may only call her if there's any real emergency happening.

She wishes a good night to her friends and was supposed to go to her room to get ready to leave but Gideon makes her change her mind with an announcement.

"Captain Lance, I apologize but I forgot to let you know that Captain Rip Hunter is in the Library."

She frowns and asks the A.I., "Did something bad happen? Did he say why he's here?"

"I'm afraid not Captain, he simply arrived half and hour ago and just stayed there. I told him you were taking care of an anachronism in France and he told me he would wait for your return."

Sara nods, "Very well. I will see what he wants then. Thank you Gideon."

"You're welcome Captain Lance. Have a good night."