Tomorrow Has Finally Come

X-Files/Legends of Tomorrow/Arrow-Verse Crossover

Fourth in the Aliens Among Us Series

By DavidB226Morris

Summary: Facing the crisis of an alien invasion Oliver and Barry have brought Sara Lance and the rest of the Legends back to present-day Earth to help Mulder, Scully and the newly assembled task-force try to stop the fast-coming invasion. Can the Legend help save the day, or will a group that can't handle a crisis without conflict end up killing each other instead of the Colonists?

Disclaimer: Sara Lance, Leonard Snart, Ray Palmer and all the other legends are part of the same universe that Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Kara Danvers and just about everybody else belong to, which means they're part of the DC Universe and Greg Berlanti's fevered imagination. (I may need a bigger fanfic.) Mulder, Scully and quite a few other characters belong to Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen. I'm borrowing all of them.

Full Disclosure: With the exception of Season 1 and a few episodes from most of the Berlanti crossovers, I never really watched Legends of Tomorrow. Part of it was I never got into the series and a lot of us was due to the fact that one of my favorite characters in all of the Arrow-verse, Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, got killed off at the climax of Season 1. That was a death I was never willing to forgive. That being said, having watched Seasons 2 through 4 of Arrow and the first three seasons of Flash, I'm more than confident that I understand the workings of the initial team that Rip gathered was back in the spring of 2016.

This series takes place in a world where the team survived everything that happened in Season 1 and so did Leonard. (I'm sure there's a fair amount of rejoicing going on hearing this.) Because I thought the characters and set-up as it was initially presented was fascinating even though I never cottoned to the series, I'm keeping the fundamental basics of Season 1 in play. Vandal Savage has been defeated and Sara Lance had taken over leadership of the Waverider. Admittedly all of the characters will be far closer to how they were in Arrow and Flash then they were in Legends. So if they sound off key, feel free to blame me. In any case, this is more of an Arrow-verse crossover then it is a Legends one, as you'll see.

Review early and often. Having just finished my latest in the Lost series, I know you're out there, and I loved to hear what I'm doing right…or wrong.

Here we go again.

PROLOGUE

NEW YORK CITY

9:01 pm

"You know, growing up I can't tell you how many times my friends would say there was a place a bunch of old white guys in an evil lair were secretly controlling the world," Joe West said to Quentin Lance. "I could see why they'd think that way a lot of time. I never for a moment thought there was any truth to it."

"There was something very close to it last year," Quentin looked into the distance. Everyone in the room knew who he was thinking of. "Even then, I thought it was recent. The idea that cabals like that had been around since decades before I was born, that's tinfoil hat talk."

"I've had business rivals that preach that have this kind of gospel their business model," Cat Grant said, looking around. "Roger Ailes would roll over on his spit in hell to know that he was on the right track." She looked at Mulder. "I have to tell you, even though I was willing to believe in you for years, I'm not sure I would have ever been able to have gone this far,"

"And now that you own the building?" Mulder asked.

Cat shook her head. "I'm seeing it. I have the receipts for it. I'm still working on believing."

Mulder didn't blame her or any of the other people who were in this room for having doubts. He'd known this building had existed nearly twenty years, had met several of the men who had made up the Syndicate that had worked out of it for more than half a century. But given everything that happened in the more than fifteen years since most of the Syndicate had been incinerated by the Resistance and Fort Rico and everything that had happened in New York in the period since then, he had never thought there would be a possibility that he would ever set foot in the Inner Sanctum where his father – whichever one of them it had really been – and the men who had conspired with aliens since 1947 had plotted the colonization of the planet and more often than not, probably debated his and Scully's murders with the casualness of titans of industry deciding to close down a plant in Middle America.

After going through the bulk of the X-Files at the DEO, Winn had been the first to raise the question if Mulder had ever had an idea if the Syndicate had something close to a home office. Mulder had told them of some of the last dialogue he'd had with Jeffrey Spender before his father had shot him about an office in New York where he and Alex Krycek had met. Mulder had never gotten an address and subsequent events had caused him to give up looking. Besides, he didn't think there'd be anything in there with a damn after nearly two decades.

But the younger minds of Winn, Felicity and Cisco had persisted in their searches. Given the makeup of the new Syndicate, it was highly unlikely they were using it as their new headquarters and it was just as likely the place had been turned into condominiums after all this time. Nevertheless, they all thought they needed to start somewhere, and after more than three days – an eternity to the new breed – they had found the building where the Consortium had met and worked since 1973.

The current owners had refused to let anyone into the building and had put up an enormous amount of red tape just to acknowledge that it even existed, even after badges had been shown and subpoenas had been threatened. So Cat Grant had decided to cut through the red tape with a slash of her sword – or in her case, the opening of her checkbook. She had bought the entire building at double the market price.

Mulder and Scully had strenuously objected but Cat had shrugged it off. "Every billionaire wants to own a piece of history," she had told them.

"This isn't exactly the Washington Monument," Mulder had pointed out. "Hell, you'd be better off buying a Confederate prison camp."

"I'm thinking of it is an investment," she'd told them. "Besides, the fact that we know own something this significant to the bad guys is as big a middle finger to them as I can imagine. And I always got off of pissing off my enemies."

None of them could deny the point. So Mulder had asked for a meeting of the "non-costumed heroes' of the task force twenty-four hours later in that same building. He knew that the group was in the middle of a project they called 'getting more manpower' that they refused to go into details on but said they'd been willing to have people they trusted ready to meet with them within thirty-six hours. Mulder and Scully knew by now that there was something they weren't being told – and that Quentin and Joe, at least, certainly knew more about this than they were letting on – but at the moment, he was willing to let that pass.

"You know, after nearly a quarter of a century looking for this place, I really expected to feel something more when I got here," he said to Scully as she walked in. "You know, a sense of triumph or at least a feeling of closure. Instead, I feel like I'm walking through a graveyard and the stones have nothing to say."

"I know what you mean," Scully nodded. "I may not agree on all the details of what they did here, but I'm certain that my abduction and everything that came after it for me, was at the very least discussed in some detail. I really thought the fact that after everything those monsters did, the fact that I'm here alive, walking through their place of business would feel like a victory."

"And it's not," Quentin looked at them. "When Laurel died last year, I thought I'd feel some sense of closure when Dahrk was finally brought down. But it's not enough. There's no triumph, there's no justice."

"'We bury our dead alive'." Everyone looked at Scully. "It's something a friend of my father told me not long before we brought Melissa killer to justice. I thought I'd feel something then too. "

"Then we can't let them have died for nothing," Alex Danvers said. "In the most fucked up way imaginable, this Syndicate – and let's not forget their wives and children, whose only crime was being related to these evil men – were victims of this plot as much as anybody else. We have to make sure these Colonists never succeed. Which means finding out what really went on here."

Mulder nodded and looked at Scully. "I don't suppose the landlord was willing to give any information about the previous tenants. "

"He bought the building at auction in 2005. The property had been in escrow since '99, which doesn't come as a huge shock as that's when the Syndicate abandoned it." Scully said. "Before then, aside from the usual inspectors, no one had been inside since then. "

"Then why'd he put up so much bullshit to tell us that?" Lance asked.

"Because six weeks after he bought the building, he was approached by two men. They said as long as he keep the building completely intact and never rented it out, he'd receive monthly payments to his account. He knew he was being bribed, but it was cheaper then trying to flip the property." Scully said.

"Could he identify either of them if we put them in a lineup?" Joe asked.

"You're assuming that those men are still alive, or if they were anything other go-betweens then," Mulder told them. He looked at Cat Grant. "What did the paperwork tell you when you were going through it?"

"Initially nothing," Cat told them. "But James was more than willing to do some digging. While I doubt that any of the names on the lease are anything other than alias, the original payment for the building was made in 1973 from a shell corporation. The money appears to trace back to your old friends as Roush."

"We'll need a listing for the names on the lease anyway," Scully said. "I have no doubt they're all going to be fake, but considering we spent our entire career at the Bureau not knowing any names at all, aliases are still a step up from where we were before."

"Forgive me for asking, but these men are all long dead," Cat said. "We already know most of the new people in charge. Do we really gain anything by going back this far? I mean, I know this is personal for both of you, but how does this help us now?"

"Because you can't figure out how to move forward until you know what you did wrong," Mulder told them. "These men were all powerful and had more control over events then I could ever hope for, but over the years I made more than my share of mistakes. In order to have any chance of stopping this plot, we need to know what the Syndicate was doing before. This means knowing who they were and who they worked with."

Joe and Quentin looked at each other. "Did Oliver and Barry tell you about the help were getting?" Quentin asked.

Mulder and Scully exchanged a similar glance. "Aside from the fact that one of this is your daughter?" Scully asked pointedly. "And yet somehow you've been maddeningly vague about what exactly she's been doing the past year?"

To be fair both agents knew how painful the subject of Quentin's children was. Sara had apparently been dead and come back from it more often than Mulder had. Laurel, however, seemed well and truly gone and while everybody on the team said that resurrection was a common theme, none of them wanted to consider bringing Black Canary back to life. Considering that both of them were still dealing with the loss of William – who was still alive – both agents had been tactful.

"Both of them told us that Sara was in charge of a group of mercenaries that had been handling problems that were outside even the scope of the kind of work they had been doing the past few years," Mulder said carefully. "They told me the work was vitally important but because of the direness of the current situation did they think we needed them on this."

"And you were okay with that?" Joe said just as carefully.

Mulder shrugged. "You and your friends do a service that requires a level of secrecy in order for it to work," he said slowly. "I won't pretend I was thrilled by this situation, but I can't exactly say I blame them. Besides, Scully and I still report to the government. We can bury things in a bureaucracy but at some point, our reports do become part of the record."

"I never thought Mulder and I would be willing to use 'plausible deniability' as a benefit," Scully told them. "And in the case of your daughter and the team she works with, the longer we can keep them off anybody's radar, the better it probably is for everybody concerned."

"No argument there," Joe said sincerely. "Did they at least tell you who was on the team you were recruiting?"

"Only the fact that it was a group of vigilantes, metahumans and even a couple of criminals," Mulder said dismissively.

Now Quentin and Joe both did double takes. "And the criminal part doesn't bother you?" Joe said. "Because Barry and I had a running battle with two of them the first two years he was The Flash. I didn't think it was possible they could be team players then. I'm still not entirely sold on it."

"You have seen Mulder's Bureau record?" Alex pointed out. "There's a disciplinary infraction almost every other week on his record. The only person he was ever willing to be a team player with is standing right next to you, and she even ended up shooting him once."

"I was trying to keep him from being sent to jail for murder," Scully reminded them.

"There wasn't an easier way then shooting him in the shoulder?" Cat said with a raised eyebrow that made both agents chuckle a little. "Honestly, given everything I know about Mulder, I have a feeling you get along easier with the criminals you were chasing than the agents you were supposed to be working with."

"Like another great Washington patriot, I'll plead the Fifth on that one," Mulder said dryly.

"He lied to Congress and almost got elected to it," Quentin reminded him.

"He didn't use his time to tell the Senate they were idiots for not believing in aliens," Scully countered.

"I've been to Town Halls with candidates who had crazier platforms," Cat reminded them.

"But Cat's right. I don't need people who play by the rules. In my experience the rules are written by people who have no intention of following them. Even if I had done everything by the book the first time I was at the Bureau, no one was ever going to take me seriously. Scully did play by the rules, and it didn't help her career one bit. "Mulder told them. "We're standing in the building of a Syndicate where the men here said they created the future. It only got them all killed."

Quentin and Joe exchanged another look. Alex, who'd been told what was going on by Cisco, knew what was going through their minds. She knew what Sara Lance had spent the better part of a year doing. Was that the reason that everybody had called upon on them only now?

STAR CITY

QUEEN CONSOLIDATED HANGAR, 11:58 P.M.

Oliver looked at his watch. "Two more minutes," he told Barry and Kara.

"Was this precise them your idea or theirs?" Kara asked.

"All we cared about is that they managed to arrive away from STAR Labs when Mulder and Scully were otherwise occupied," Oliver said.

"I know I advocated for this approach," Barry said carefully.

"And now you're having second thoughts?"

"It's more the fact that you and I were complete agreement on it," Barry said. "Usually when that happens, things go haywire."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not thrilled about it myself," Oliver admitted. "Mulder and Scully have done a lot the last three months to build up a level of trust with us, and they've had far better reasons than me not to trust anybody. This is going to be a pretty big secret to keep from them."

"But you still think we should do it," Oliver said.

"I had reasons not to trust the powers-that-be long before either of you did, and that was before I learned about the surveillance state the Syndicate seems to have," Oliver pointed out. "Now we have some advantages in this battle, not a lot considering the number of metahumans and government agencies we've got working with us, and right now one of the few we have is surprise. We all read the same files. Right now, Sara, Ray, Leonard, all the rest of the legends are missing persons. The second they turn up on the radar, questions are going to start being asked by the wrong people."

"Which is basically everybody on the Syndicate," Barry pointed out. "Now is their first assumption going to be that they were all working together fighting evil traveling through time? No. But none of them is the kind of people will just laugh it off."

"Not based on what we already know," Kara agreed. "I'm okay with it for now. And I think everyone else in our circle can handle it. Lord knows we're all good at keeping secrets on a normal day. The question is are they going to be okay with it?"

"We're about to find out," Oliver looked at his watch. "Three…two…"

And at that moment, there was a huge burst of light. Kara and Barry's eyes could handle it and Oliver had been wearing dark glasses. When the light cleared, one of the most ungainly looking crafts was standing in front of them.

Kara actually blinked a couple of times. "Just to be clear, this craft was designed on Earth."

"About five hundred years in the future, give or take," Barry said, similarly dazed.

Kara had decided not to give anything away just yet, so she was still on the ground. "I'm from a distant galaxy and I've thwarted a couple of alien invasions, and this is still one of the weirdest things I've ever seen."

"I know," Oliver said. "I really hope they have some kind of stealth device on this because even Felicity's going to have a bitch of a time keeping this off the radar."

"May I remind you this is only the start of the weirdness?" Barry pointed out.

At that moment, the side doors opened and a staircase materialized – there was no other word for it – before the three heroes. There had been a pool at STAR Labs as to which of the Legends would push their way out first, but Oliver hadn't taken any bets. He was sure of whom it would be.

And he was right. Sara Lance, the White Canary, confidently walked down the stairs.

"Seriously Ollie," she said as she walked. "It takes an alien invasion for you to ask your ex how she's doing?"

"As I recall it took you five years to get in touch when we broke up," Oliver said with a smile he rarely shared with any of his friends, even Barry.

The two embraced. Even though Kara and Barry knew there was no longer anything between them, both of them still felt they should look away. It was a very open display of friendship and affection from a man who in both public and private kept everything about him hidden. There were things Sara knew about Oliver Queen that nobody – not his friends, not even Felicity – would ever know. And he seemed to like it that way.

Sara released him first. "You must really have changed the last year," she said softly. "You seem to have new friends."

Barry walked over. "It's an honor to meet you," he said softly. "I'd hoped to see you when I made my first trip to Star City three years ago."

"Why didn't you come back?" she asked.

"I was kind of dead," Barry said slowly.

"We should have t-shirts made," Sara said with a smile. She turned and focused on Kara. Her cheerful expression changed to something sort of like…awe. "Are you…her?" she finally asked.

"In the flesh, so to speak," Kara said softly. "I've heard some pretty incredible things about you."

"They couldn't possibly measure up to what I've seen you do," Sara said softly. She walked over to Kara. "I've spent the last few…weeks I guess, trying to figure out a role of leadership. I've never been comfortable following orders, but I'm not much better at giving them. When Felicity sent out the communiqué, it was a lot to take in, obviously. But one of the things that made me focus was that I'd finally be able to meet you."

"You may not believe me, but the feeling's mutual," Kara said honestly. "I know what you did for Star City two years ago. Most of it was just speculation but my sister and I both respect what you did."

The moment she said 'sister' Kara knew what memories she'd triggered for everybody else. While she was looking for a way to modify it, a gravelly voice spoke up.

"She's hotter in costume."

Sara looked around. "Once again, Mick, you have a way of killing the mood." Kara could still tell she was grateful for the tone being shifted anyway.

"I guess it was too much to ask for you to leave him behind," Barry didn't sound particularly thrilled to see Mick Rory was back.

"Seriously Allen, I honestly thought that in the past few months you'd have loosened up a little," Leonard Snart was, in typical fashion, right behind his old comrade-in-arms. "I guess the particle accelerator augmented everything but your sense of humor."

Even though she knew they were on their side, Kara couldn't help but tense a little at the arrival of Captain Cold and Heat Wave. These were, after all, the people she'd been putting in prison the last two years.

"My apologies for Mick's blunt manner," Leonard approached cautiously. "It's hard for us not to be impressed by a woman who among her abilities can summon heat and cold without having to blink."

Kara was trying hard to hear sarcasm or menace in Snart's tone and was rather shocked not to find either. "Is that why the two of you never showed up at National City?"

Something close to astonishment appeared on both Mick and Leonard's faces. "You're not serious?" Leonard told them. "We're not metahumans, aliens or even sociopaths. We're humble robbers. Why would either of us try to steal in a city with only our wits and our weapons?"

"Yeah," Mick agreed. "I'm tough, but I ain't bulletproof or made of steel. That's why we stayed away from Metropolis, too. We don't take on something we don't have a chance of beating."

"Bluntness aside, Mr. Rory and Mr. Snart do have a certain code," Dr. Martin Stein had emerged along with the rest of the Legends.

"They never break it, but they sure as hell find as many ways as possible to bend it," Jefferson Jackson, who was the other half of Firestorm, had joined them. "My guess is they considered nine or ten ways on route."

"It's what they do," Ray Palmer, aka the Atom, looked a little distracted. "You sure that your sister's the only family you have?"

Kara was confused. "On Earth, yes."

"I have a cousin on my mother's side who you bare a striking resemblance too," Ray shook it off. "I'd say I'm seeing things, but over the past few months I've seen far more than my share."

"That's kind of the reason we called you here in the first place," Oliver told them. "We've met a bunch of people who worked for the government whose job was to look at people who saw things."

"And apparently they saw more than their fair share of it," Sara looked around. "When do we meet these government agents?"

Barry looked around. "Is anyone else here?"

"Amara's left to follow an old lead," Sara told them. "Mari's visiting family. She'll be here tomorrow. How much more help do you think will need?"

"Considering we're dealing with a colonization force, that's a very good question." Oliver said. "Add that to the ever growing list of sentences I never thought I'd ever say."

"You're going to meet with them tomorrow," Kara told them. "But we need to finish giving you some briefing first."

"You have to know there are some limitations on what we can do in our new jobs," Ray told them.

Oliver and Barry exchanged another glance. "That's actually one of the things we need to talk about first," Barry finally said.

"These people are trying to stop an alien invasion, dealt with metahumans before they should have existed, and investigated every supernatural being under the sun," Stein said. "You're not saying they don't believe time travel isn't possible?"

"That's the reason we need to talk," Barry said. "It's because they do."