"Guys!" Wally exclaimed as he sped out toward the Waverider that had just appeared in the grassy area downhill from his house, lightning trails flashing behind him. He spotted the team climbing out of the ship and waved at them. "Hey! Legends!"

"Wally!" Nate exclaimed, high-fiving the young speedster. "Good to see you, man."

"You too," he said, following the gesture with a fist bump. "Although, I should probably ask if there's some crazy anachronism you're here to fix…is there?" he asked, looking at Sara.

"Nope," she shook her head. "We don't have any new missions, so we thought we'd take a little time to chill and catch up with you."

Wally smirked. "Well, good luck catching up with the fastest man alive."

"Second fastest," Nate corrected.

Wally shot him an annoyed look, then noticed someone in the group. "Um…is that Nora Darhk?"

Nora waved at him. "Uh…yeah. 'That' is, although I'd prefer 'she'."

"It's a long story," Ray explained. "But I helped her escape the Time Bureau, and then she became a good guy, and then we thought she killed Nate's dad, but it turned out she didn't, and then she helped save me from Hell, and now we're dating. So, you know, it all worked out."

Wally arched an eyebrow. "Wow, what else did I miss?"

"That this is Mona," Sara said, pointing at the youngest Legend, "this is John Constantine, who you might've heard of from Barry and Ollie," she said with a nod in Constantine's direction, "and she's not Amaya," she added, gesturing toward Charlie. "She's a shapeshifter named Charlie."

"Huh," Wally said, nodding slowly as he looked Charlie over, "I thought there was something different about her. Mostly the clothes."

"Yeah, because I actually know how to wear them, mate," Charlie responded, surprising the speedster with her accent. "And, for the record, this doesn't look like my idea of an adventurous vacation," she added with a pointed look at Sara.

"Oh, that's because I haven't shown you around yet!" Wally insisted. "This place is full of adventure if you know where to look. I've been hanging out here for months and I'm still not bored, so that should say something." He gestured up toward the stone staircase that led up the green hill behind him. "Follow me!" He zoomed up the stairs as quickly as he had descended.

"Whoa," Mona gasped, her eyes wide. "He's really fast."

Zari sighed. "Every. Single. Time."

John rolled his eyes. "Bloody show off."

By the time the Legends made it up the stairs and entered the small house they led up to, Wally was already pouring tea into the last of the nine cups he had set out. "Come on in," he urged, welcoming them into the room. "Grab a seat." Various cushions were scattered across the floor. The team looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down.

Wally sped around the room, placing a teacup in each person's hand instantly. Finally slowing down, he poured a cup for himself and sat down cross-legged in front of them. "You guys came at the best time," he said calmly, as if he hadn't just been running zigzags all around them. "It's normally pretty cold up here, but this is the warmest month of the year, so everything's the perfect temperature. There's some snow on the very top of the mountains, of course, but down here, it's nice. Any idea how long you'll be staying?"

"We're leaving as soon as we get an alert," Sara answered quickly.

"Which could be a while," Nate said.

"Or not," Sara added. "We might be getting an alert any second. You never know."

Wally eyed her suspiciously. "Uh huh. Okay then. So…where's Ava?"

The team looked at each other awkwardly.

He broke the silence to continue asking, "Wasn't she with you guys? She's not hurt or anything, right?"

Sara took a deep breath, deciding it would be best for her to explain before someone else on the team could give their version of the story. "The Time Bureau fell apart after our fight with Neron. Ava decided to go back to DC and rebuild it, which is what she's doing now."

Wally detected a slight hint of frustration in Sara's voice. "Is everything good between you guys?" he asked.

"They broke up," Mick interjected.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"I was getting to that, Mick," Sara muttered, trying very hard to restrain herself from lunging across the room and pummeling him.

"Oh, yikes," Wally commented sympathetically. "Been there, and it sucks." He looked out the window behind him at the sunny statue garden. "But, hey, you came to the right place. Traveling and getting some peace of mind to process things is exactly what I did when Jesse broke up with me. It really helped."

"Except it's not like that at all," Sara clarified. "Ava and I made a mutual decision to end our relationship because things just weren't working out. Then, the team decided we needed a vacation. Two completely independent events. And I don't need to process anything." She was suddenly aware of every single pair of eyes in the room looking at her very skeptically. "I don't," she repeated, following her declaration with a sip of her tea.

A long silence followed, which Ray finally decided to break with his typical boyish cheerfulness. "So, Wally," he asked, "how's the hiking around here?"

"Amazing," the speedster answered. "There's a trail that goes up the mountain and you can see everything. The top is literally my favorite meditation spot."

"Meditation?" Charlie arched an eyebrow. "Again, in what universe is this exciting?"

"You literally just watched a speedster run for what I'd guess is the first time in your life," Nate pointed out. "That alone is pretty exciting."

"I'm a magical shapeshifter," she reminded him. "My standards of excitement are a bit higher than that."

"Which is awesome, by the way," Wally interrupted. "Can you literally turn into anything?"

"Anything you want, mate," Charlie said with a wink.

"But only for a limited time," Constantine clarified.

Charlie elbowed him lightly. "And it's getting less limited," she reminded him. "I broke my record just last week."

"Well, good for you, then," Constantine said, returning his focus to his tea.

"And what do you do?" Wally asked Mona, who was sipping her tea quietly on the cushion closest to the wall.

"I…uh…" Mona hesitated to explain, "I…I'm really good with animals?" She paused for a quick moment, then added, "Also I kind of turn into a werewolf."

Wally's eyes widened. "Wait, you're a werewolf? Like, howling at the full moon kind of werewolf?"

"No," she said, shaking her head emphatically. "I'm a human. I just…sometimes turn into Wolfie. Usually just when I get angry or scared."

"Oh," Wally said understandingly. "You're like Caitlin, then. Nice."

"Like who?" Mona asked.

Sara stood up before Wally had a chance to answer. "Well, this is fun," she said, "but I'm going to head down and check up on the timeline. You guys keep doing whatever. I'll call you on comms if I find anything." She headed out the door and down the long, stone staircase toward the Waverider.

Wally peered out the window, watching her go, then turned back to look at the rest of the Legends. "She's not taking the whole break up thing well, is she?" he asked.

"Nope," Zari stated.

"Absolutely not," Nate said at the same time.

"Not at all," Ray answered simultaneously.

"Got it." Wally set down his cup of tea and jumped up to his feet. "Well, I'll try to think of some way to help her out. That's what friends are for, right? In the meantime, let me give you guys the grand tour." He zoomed around the room, picking up everyone's empty teacups, dropped them off on the table behind him, then finally stood still in the doorway. "Come on!"

The Legends looked at each other, then filed out of the house together, following the young speedster out into the sunshine.


"The timeline is still clear, Captain Lance," Gideon finally stated, revealing an empty map on her screen again.

"That just doesn't feel right," Sara insisted. "It's never this clear. The Time Bureau isn't up and running yet, so it's not like they're taking care of things." She thought for a moment then ordered, "Gideon, scan for other time ships. There must be someone else out there doing our job, and I want to know who it is."

Gideon completed the scan, then replied, "My sensors detect no additional time ship activity. As you are aware, Captain, all ships employed by the Time Masters were destroyed when Mr. Snart blew up the Oculus."

Sara groaned partly out of frustration that her idea had failed, and partly out of the reminder of the Oculus explosion. Its destruction may have been a victory for the Legends, but she'd lost a good friend, almost more than a friend, that day. Or night. Or however time works in the Vanishing Point. Whatever time it had been, she usually tried to avoid thinking about it. "Yes, I know, Gideon."

"Speaking of Mr. Snart," the A.I. continued, "may I make a suggestion?"

Sara arched an eyebrow, curious. "What suggestion would that be?"

"Perhaps you would like to make a call to Mr. Snart's doppelganger on Earth-X," Gideon said. "He might be able to help you process your frustration about Miss Sharpe with some counselling. Hopefully, with fewer puppets than last time."

Sara couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the memory of Leo's ridiculous Professor Stein puppet. "No, Gideon," she said finally, "I'm not going to talk to Leo about Ava. I'm sure he has bigger problems to deal with, and even if he didn't, I don't need to talk about it with him or anyone else." She tapped impatiently on the side of the monitor, then added, "Gideon, scan the timeline again."

"I just did that, Captain."

"And I just told you to do it again."

Gideon obeyed. After a few minutes, she revealed the same map again. "The timeline is still clear, Captain."

Sara sighed. Of course the one time she actually wanted to keep herself busy would also be the one time the timeline didn't need saving. Just my luck, she thought.

"If you do not wish to call Mr. Snart's doppelganger," Gideon suggested, breaking Sara's silence, "perhaps it would do you some good to get some fresh air. I believe Dr. Palmer mentioned something about the great outdoors."

Sara crossed her arms and smirked. "You trying to get rid of me, Gideon?"

"Only if it helps," Gideon answered. "You know what Dr. Palmer says. Happy captain, happy ship."

"I can't believe that's actually catching on," Sara muttered. She dropped her arms and spoke to Gideon again, "Maybe in a little bit, Gideon. I think I'll wait in my room for a few minutes first, just in case something happens. If you detect anything, please alert me immediately. Don't worry about interrupting."

"Of course, Captain."

Sara strolled down the hallway until she found her room. She stepped inside, shut the metal door behind her, and flopped on her bed. She felt exhausted, despite not having much reason to be. It was as if the lack of work was draining her more than any amount of real work normally would. In the back of her mind, a thought surfaced that the thing draining her might actually be her emotions, but she immediately pushed that thought back as far as she could. That couldn't be it.

She stood up and began going through the miscellaneous content of the drawers beside her bed. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. It was more an effort to stay busy and awake than anything else. There had to be something in there to keep her mind occupied. Here was the box of cigarettes she had confiscated from Constantine last week, only for him to get ahold of a new one the very next day. There was the funky pair of sunglasses she'd taken from Woodstock as a "souvenir." In the next drawer down was the tiny Lego version of herself that Ray had built as part of her birthday present last year. He'd done the same for the rest of the team and was working on making a full-scale Waverider replica for all of them, although he didn't have enough pieces to finish it yet.

Her hand stopped as they touched a small cardboard box she recognized. She pulled it out and stared at it. A small smile that mixed fondness and sadness crossed her face. It was Leonard's card deck. He'd left it in her room before the Oculus explosion. He must've thought he'd be coming back for another game. She wasn't sure why she'd kept it so long. She rarely played cards now. It just felt wrong to get rid of it, the same way it would have felt wrong to get rid of all his coats.

Sara sat back down on her bed, turning the little box around in her hands. She'd never told Ava that she still had Leonard's cards. In fact, she'd barely told Ava anything about Leonard at all, except that he was a former teammate who died a hero. She'd always assumed Ava would've found it silly to be so sentimental about a dead criminal, especially one she'd only known for less than a year.

"I wonder what you would've said about Ava," she asked aloud, looking down at the box. "You probably would've thought she was too uptight, huh? Or played by too many rules? I imagine you wouldn't have cared much for any of the Time Bureau agents at all. Well, she wasn't so bad," she said, looking up wistfully, "just didn't end up being the right one, you know?"

She looked around her silent, empty room. Gideon hadn't alerted her of anything, so she had to assume the scan had once again revealed no new damage to the timeline. She had to find something to keep her mind busy, anything. She looked down at the cards again. "All right, let's do this."

She opened the box and began to set up the cards in the space in front of her, preparing a game of solitaire. It would keep her occupied for at least long enough to think of something else to do. Besides, something about it just felt right. Somehow, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, sitting cross-legged on her bed with Leonard's cards spread out in front of her, Sara felt just a little bit less alone.


Mona lay on her stomach in the middle of the sculpture garden, staring at the small pond in front of her. She propped herself up on her elbows as she spotted a particularly large fish swimming near the surface. "Hey, little guy," she whispered, waving her fingers at it. "What's your name, Mr. Fish?"

"It's a bloody fish," Charlie's voice said from behind her. Mona sat up and turned around to see the shapeshifter standing toweringly over her. "It's probably named something dumb, like Bubbles or Splashy."

"Charlie! You scared me," Mona said. "I thought you went to meditate with Constantine and Wally."

"That got old quick, mate. Breathe in, breathe out, blah blah blah, I get it. I know how to breathe."

Mona glanced at the pond to see that the fish had already swum away. She returned her attention to Charlie. "Then what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Looking for Mick," Charlie said with a shrug. "The couples went on their little hike and the captain's off having her alone time to brood over Ava. I don't know what Mick is up to, but it probably involves burning things and is definitely more exciting than any of the other options I'm seeing."

"Oh." Mona looked around the garden. "I haven't seen him, but you can always sit here with me if you like."

"Doing…what, exactly?"

"Oh, you know. Enjoying the garden, looking at the statues, checking out all the fish…"

"I said I wanted to be less bored," Charlie interrupted. "Stay here and play with the fish all you want, but I'm going to find Mick and set something ablaze."

She exited the sculpture garden and continued walking down the path toward Wally's house. The whole area was quiet and serene, filled with cool, breezy air. The mountain peaks in the distance were bright orange, reflecting the approaching sunset. Even Charlie had to admit that it was a lovely sight, but that didn't make her any less impatient to find some action.

"Mick?" she called out, slipping through the door into Wally's home. There was no answer, so she walked further in and asked again, "You in here, mate?"

Still nothing. "Bollocks," Charlie groaned.

"What are you doing here?" Wally's voice asked.

Charlie spun around, surprised to see him. "Oi, watch it, speedster!" she exclaimed.

Wally took a step back and responded calmly, "Hey, it's my house, shapeshifter. Are you looking for something?"

"I'm looking," Charlie answered, crossing her arms, "for a little fun. Nothing personal, but meditation isn't exactly doing it for me."

"Okay," he replied. "What would be fun for you, then?"

Charlie thought about it. "Got any bars around here?" she finally asked.

"There's one a few miles north," he answered. "Sara used to hang out there before she joined the Legends. But I couldn't tell you how to get there. I haven't been."

Charlie smirked. "Oh, so you're as boring as this place, then."

"First of all," Wally held a finger up defensively, "quiet doesn't mean boring. Second, I haven't been there because, as a speedster, the stuff they have doesn't exactly work on me."

The shapeshifter looked him over curiously. "Your metabolism," she surmised. "You move around so much, nothing sticks to you."

"Bingo."

Charlie leaned back against the wall behind her. "Sucks, mate."

"Not really," Wally explained. "My friend, Cisco, made me this stuff called Rocket Fuel. It's the only kind of alcohol strong enough to affect a speedster."

Charlie's eyes lit up. "Rocket Fuel. Now that sounds like some real fun. Where've you got it?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, shaking his head. "Not so fast. It's strictly for speedsters only. Rip had some once, and it totally messed him up. I'm talking crazy long hangovers, like, for days."

"Ha!" she scoffed. "I'm a bloody shapeshifter, you idiot! Not only am I a magical creature, but I am subject to exactly none of the biological limits of human bodies. Do you really think I'm as much of a lightweight as your former boss?"

Wally hesitated. "No, but it's still not a good idea. Besides, I only have so much, and if I have to ask Cisco for more, then I have to run to Central City, and honestly who knows what they're up to now over there…"

"I've got an idea," Charlie interrupted. "You want to see my powers work, yeah? Why don't I show you a few of my tricks, and in exchange, you show me where you've got that Rocket Fuel stashed away."

"What? No. No, I'm not doing that."

Charlie stepped away from the wall and inched toward him, smiling mischievously. "So responsible, speedster," she teased. "And here I thought you were one of the laidback ones."

"I am, usually," Wally defended himself, "but I don't even know you, okay? I can't just give one of the strongest substances on earth to someone I literally just met."

"And how long did you know Rip before you gave it to him?"

Wally hesitated for a second. "Well…he kind of took it from me." He took in Charlie's smug expression, then added, "Which is why I don't do that anymore. Why do you want it so badly, anyway?"

"Because I'm bored," she answered matter-of-factly. "Sara promised me an adventure, and I haven't seen much of one yet. I don't necessarily have to drink to have one, but I'm running out of other options."

Wally thought silently. Finally, he replied, "I have a better idea. I've been traveling the world for most of the past couple years, and it's been pretty sick. You like crazy adventurous stuff, so why don't I tell you all the crazy adventurous situations I've gotten into? And then you could show me your powers too, like you were saying."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Story time? Really, mate?"

He leaned in toward her with an offer he knew would be tempting. "I'll tell you about the time I fought a giant evil starfish from space."

The shapeshifter arched her eyebrows. "Giant evil starfish?"

"From space," he repeated with emphasis.

Charlie considered the offer. It wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but at this point, finding Mick seemed unlikely. Plus, the longer she was with Wally, the better chance she had of deducing the location of his Rocket Fuel. She also really did want to hear about that starfish. A smile of acceptance gradually crossed her face. "Sounds like a plan, speedster."