I cuddled closer to Ray as my sleep was disturbed by abominably loud music we could hear. I groaned as Ray woke up "why is it so loud," he moaned.

"No clue," I mumbled into his shoulder, "should we see if we can get it to shut up?" We rolled out of bed to go find the noise quickly running into Amaya in the hall, the three of us walked towards the source of the music.

"Nate. Nate," Ray tried to call as we walked into the library.

Amaya yelled, "Nate!"

Nate jumped, reaching behind him he switched off the music, "Sorry, guys. It helps me concentrate."

"It's 3:00 in the morning," Amaya said leaning onto the desk.

"The three of us were trying to sleep." Ray spoke seeing Nate's face he quickly added, "Not together."

I rolled my eyes and asked, "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just trying to figure out what the Legion of Doom wants with those two amulets."

"The Legion of Doom," Amaya asked, confused.

"Darhk, Merlyn, and the Speedster. It's from a Hanna-Barbera cartoon I liked when I was a kid. Sorry I woke you guys up."

"We... We weren't all together."

"He knows, Ray."

"Yeah" Nate confirmed.

"Well, have you figured anything out," Amaya asked looking around at the mess Nate called research.

"Well, I carbon dated the amulet that Chloe took from Darhk in 1987."

"Before Sara gave it back to the Legion of Doom, I'm guessing."

"Yeah, and Gideon puts the amulet's date of origin around 30 A.D." Nate said as he picked up one of the papers scattered about.

I leaned into Ray when he took the paper, "Huh, high concentrations of manganese, copper, and zinc, which would make bronze," Ray read off the page.

"Correct. Now, Roman Centurions put bronze in all their metalwork circa 30 A.D. I also sketched the two amulets the best I could from memory, but they don't match any artifacts on record." Nate looked dismayed as he held out his sketches to Amaya.

"They're too similar not to be somehow connected," I said idly.

"What if they're not two artifacts? What if they're one." Amaya said as she layered the two pages and held them up to a screen for us to see.

"Shut up. The Longinus Medallion. Huh."

Nate paced around the study as he lectured, "Longinus is the name generally associated with the Roman Centurion who pierced the side of Christ during the Crucifixion."

Jax yawned, "Yeah, he was blind and got the blood of Jesus in his eyes, and then he could see again."

"Look at you."

"What? I went to Sunday school."

Nate continued his lecture, "Now that blood allegedly got on the medallion and empowered it and the spear with magical powers."

"Well, why does the Legion of Doom want the medallion," Ray asked.

"Legion of Doom," Sara questioned.

"Yeah."

"Don't ask," I whispered.

"Well, according to legend, the medallion calls for the spear and basically takes you right to it. The spear is also known as the Holy Lance or the Spear of Destiny."

"Hey, hold on, this all just sounds like an Indiana Jones movie," Sara said disturbed.

"It does, doesn't it," I said as I snuggled into Sara.

"Raiders of the Lost Ark is the reason I became a historian. Did you know that?"

"No and I," I started before Sara pinched me in the side.

Jax tried to get to the point, "Okay, so the Legion wanted the medallion so they could get the spear."

"But what do they want with the spear," Amaya tacked on.

"Well, the spear allegedly has the power to rewrite reality."

"But how's that different from us traveling through time and making changes to history," Ray asked.

"Changes to history cause timequakes and aberrations, which we can undo. Changes to reality, however, those are permanent."

"Great. And I just handed them over the medallion."

"Whoa, in exchange for Grey's life. Any one of us would have made that call," Jax spoke defending Sara's choice.

"Would Rip?"

I sniffed delicately at the blankets I had gathered. Humming I was satisfied they would provide me with just the right mix of everyone's scents, perfect for building my nest. I moved around my nest carefully arranging various blankets and pillows I had gathered until I was satisfied with the results of my efforts. I idly wondered how the team was doing in whatever time we were in now.

I heard Jax speaking as he, Sara, and Ray walked onto the bridge, "We'll find out what the hell is going on with him. Dude tried to bludgeon me with this... non-lethal weapon," Jax looked down at the rolled up booklet he was holding confusedly.

"Look, we don't know how long he was in 1967. He could be suffering from time drift, which is why he doesn't remember us," Ray presented as a possible explanation.

"The question is how?"

"Could he have time-scattered himself like he did with us?" I asked Jax.

"Nah, he sent us his final message after scattering us. He wouldn't have been able to use it for a second time."

"Well, he got here somehow and so did Darhk and Merlyn."

"The Legion of Doom."

"I'm not calling them that."

"Okay."

"But if they came to 1967 looking for Rip, that means…"

"The medallion must have led them there. Rip has the Spear of Destiny."

"We gotta bust him out of jail before they get to him first."

Nate, Amaya, Ray, and I lounged on the bridge while Sara, Mick, and Martin went to the police station to spring Rip.

"Oh, no." Amaya said, looking at something in the precinct's security feed.

"What is it?" Nate asked, as we all moved to look over Amaya's shoulder, "Oh," he sighed as we saw Darkh and Merlyn striding into the precinct. "Sara, you got incoming. Darhk and Merlyn just entered the precinct." Nate called over the comms.

"Yeah, I see them. They're blocking our escape."

"There must be another way out."

"You'll have to find one," I said.

"Chloe, how well can you fly the Waverider?"

"Well enough." I answered moving to take the pilot's seat.

"Wait, you know how to fly the ship?" Nate asked as he took his seat.

"It's not too different from flying a plane," I said then admitted, "and Gideon does most of the work."

"She does?"

I do.

"I mean did you really think Sara has some kind of timeship pilots license?"

"Huh."

"Where to, Cap?" Ray asked.

"All right, we're here." Sara told us when they reached the roof of the precinct.

"Get to the cargo bay," I told Jax and Nate.

"Chloe, do not crash my ship. You break it, you buy it," Jax called over his shoulder as he and Nate started running to meet Sara and company. They made it into the ship, dragging Rip's unconscious body with them despite being under fire from Darhk and Merlyn.

"Hey, what's up?" Ray asked as he walked in.

"Sara asked us to find any physical descriptions of the spear that might help us find it." I leaned into Amaya as she looked up at Ray before looking back down at a book, "She thinks Rip had it with him when he traveled to 1967."

"And she, um, also wants you to work on figuring out, um, a way to reverse the effects, uh, on Rip since he came in contact with the, um…" Nate snapped his fingers struggling to find the words, "time drive."

I've brought up the time drive's schematics for you, Dr. Palmer.

My eyes snapped to Ray as he laughed nervously, "Well, how do you expect me to understand any of that?"

"Uh, maybe using one of your four PhDs" I frowned at him.

"I don't have four…"

"What's wrong?" Amaya asked.

"It's like I should have memories that aren't there, and I should understand what this is, but I don't."

"Yeah, I feel it, too, it's happening right now. I'm reading this book about Santarion Long-inises, and it's just a bunch of words."

"How long have the two of you been feeling like this?"

Nate and Ray inhaled sharply then exhaled slowly before answering "Since, uh... Film set."

"Mr. Hunter's film. Mm-hmm. Sara had Jax go and recover what he could find." Amaya rifled through the box of stuff, "Glucas. Wait, isn't that what you pretend you're allergic to, Ray?"

I laughed "What? First of all, my gluten allergy is very real and challenging. Secondly, it's G. Lucas, as in George Lucas. Wait. George Lucas. How do I know that name?

"Didn't he make a bunch of nerd movies?" I asked.

"Gideon, pull up George Lucas on the historical record."

George Lucas, born in Modesto, California on May 14th, 1944. Named Modesto Hartman's "Insurance Salesman of the Year" in 1977, 1980, and 1983.

"Three years," Nate hummed.

"That doesn't seem right".

"No."

"I'm telling you it's nerd movies."

"Gideon, is there a version of history where Mr. Lucas did something else with his life?"

"Apparently this Mr. Lucas is an aberration." Amaya paced around coming to stand on my right.

"He's not the aberration. The Legion of Doom scaring him is the aberration," Ray exclaimed.

"An aberration that directly affects our lives."

"Okay, calm down. Take it back," Sara said, looking right towards Amaya and I for a sane explanation.

"Gideon thinks that the Legion's attack on Mr. Hunter's film set caused this George Lucas guy to quit movie making," Amaya started.

"As a result, he never made some nerd movie about space battles or another one about an improbably handsome archaeologist," I finished.

"And we care about this because...?" Sara questioned.

In the unaltered timeline, Dr. Palmer sees "Star Wars" as a child, and is inspired to become an inventor. Likewise, Dr. Heywood chooses to be a historian after seeing "Indiana Jones" instead of becoming a yoga instructor.

"Oh, man," Nate moaned in dismay.

"Wait, so you're telling me that because some film geek drops out of school, my inventor and my historian are now essentially useless?"

"Yes," I snorted.

Ray and Nate exclaimed, "Hey!"

If the aberration is not corrected, yes.

"We need to fix this now."

I fear you may already be too late. As of today, George Lucas is no longer enrolled in film school.

"There he is."

"George Lucas, the man who inspires both of our careers, supposedly." Nate and Ray spoke as they stalked towards him.

"Well, let's go inspire him."

I strolled behind them as Amaya tried to reason with them "Guys, maybe we should do the…"

"Hey, George. Remember us?"

"Hey! I had metallic skin."

"No, no," George said, freaking out at the sight of Nate and Ray.

"Hey…"

"No, no, no, no."

He paused as Nate spoke, "Look, time takes time to harden, and sooner or later, we're gonna lose our superpowers the same way we're losing our memories."

I started chuckling as Ray continued, "If you don't make the movies that you make, I don't become a brilliant inventor."

"And I don't become an incredibly handsome historian."

"I haven't made any movies yet, okay? I'm still in film school. Or I was."

Nate and Ray passionately kept speaking, "That's the point. If you don't go back to school, you screw up both of our lives."

"We don't live up to our full potential."

"And I do not want to be a heart surgeon."

"And I don't want to be a yoga instructor."

I finally stopped laughing, Amaya and I stepped in front of Ray and Nate, "Time out guys," I said, stopping them.

"Okay, guys, like I said, why don't we talk to our time aberration?"

"Yeah, but…"

"Shh."

"Stay in school," Nate insisted as they backed away.

"We're sorry about our friends, they're just…"

"Completely insane?"

"Oh definitely"

"But what they say is true."

"Oh, okay, what... What that you guys are from the future, that you've somehow seen a bunch of movies that I haven't even made yet?"

"I am."

"Well, actually, I'm from the past, but that's beside the point. Look, George, We don't care about movies, but guys like them? They do. So before you get in that car and drive back to Modesto, just think about them, okay? Them, and all the millions of other people,"

I coughed, "nerds."

"that your stories will someday inspire. The future of the entire world is at stake. And you're our only hope."

Amaya's speech got George to head back into the building"I'll catch up" I said, catching a lingering scent I turned to follow it. I ended up circling the building entering on the opposite side. I looked down the hall seeing Amaya, Nate, and Ray lose a fight to Damian and Merlyn. I backed down the hall heading back out of the building I rushed to find the window to George's room. Finding it I peeked inside and turned on our comms so I could hear what was going on.

"We had a little chat with the members of your film crew, and they all claimed the Spear of Destiny was a prop, and that you, Mr. Lucas, were its master," Damian said to George.

"But the movie was done. I tossed all the props down the garbage chute. They were just trash," George stuttered out.

I switched my comms channel to speak with Gideon, "Gideon, where is the city dump?" I moved quickly to follow her directions. Arriving at the dump I paused, closing my eyes I flared out my magic hoping the spear would have a mystical presence I could sense. I could feel my eyes glowing as I opened them, I followed the trail the spear's power left finding it quickly, I smirked. I used my magic to make a quick duplicate of it that I dropped back into the trash pile I found it in before I dropped the real spear fragment into my interdimensional pocket. I skipped off in a random direction to hide while I figured out how to get Damian and Merlyn away from Amaya, Nate, and Ray. I hummed as I watched Damian and Merlyn line them up over the compactor the fake spear was in. I should call for reinforcements I thought before switching on my comm to call Sara and fill her in. I felt my eyes flash and growled as Nate, Amaya, and Ray got pushed into the compactor. I walked up to stand between Damian and Merlyn, a distraction is in order. Damian glanced down at me then did a double take, I spun around to face him and looked him in the eyes as I said, "I'm afraid I have to stop you."

Damian and Merlyn let out a confused, "what?" Before I spread my hands and blasted them off the platform. Looking up I smiled as the Waverider came into view. I looked back down towards where Damian was standing up and frowned at the dismay on his face as he realized I was a Legend, it had to come out eventually.

I looked down into the compactor as George yelled out "what I really want is to direct!" Huh I had forgotten about him. Nate steeled up and pushed the sides of the compactor as far as he could. I helpfully turned it off completely before reaching down to help Amaya out as Nate jumped out and Ray suited up. I suppose I should pull George out too. I thought before reaching down to help him out as Ray, Nate and Amaya joined Jax and Sara in fending off Damian and Merlyn.

I looked up as the speedster zipped about and knocked everyone down before stopping by Merlyn and Damian. "About time you showed," Merlyn complained.

I dropped off the compactor platform as Damian asked, "Where were you?

"Always busy, gentleman. And yet, never late," was the answer, "So who do we kill first?"

"That would be me."

We all looked at Rip in surprise, "Captain Rip Hunter. It's been ages. I was beginning to think you were dead," the speedster spoke up.

"On the contrary, for the first time in recent memory, I am finally, truly alive," Rip said before lifting the gun in his hand. "Oh, crap," he said as we all heard a clicking. "Hey, does this thing work?" The speedster's laughter could clearly be heard. "Oh, screw it. Gideon! Fire! Fire everything!?" Rip said, throwing down the gun.

"Go!" Sara shouted as Gideon's blasts threw Damian, Merlyn, and the speedster in the air. We all moved quickly towards the opened cargo bay door. I yanked at Rip's arm as he froze in place trying to drag him to the ship. Suddenly I wasn't in the dump anymore instead I was tied to a chair somewhere that looked vaguely familiar. Within seconds Rip was tied to a chair beside me. This is not good, I winced as I felt a flash of heat flow through my body, correction this is horrible. "Fuck," I mumbled as my head went foggy.