Around ten o'clock at night, the Waverider was completely dark and silent. Its inhabitants were out stargazing on top of a nearby hill. That is, almost all of its inhabitants.

Wally West vibrated through the cargo door, stumbled a little, then pressed the button to open it for Charlie. "Did you see that?" he asked, still a little off balance. "I totally phased!"

"Yeah you did, mate!" Charlie shouted, slurring her words slightly. She slapped him unnecessarily hard on the arm as soon as she got inside. "Straight through the bloody wall!"

"Shh…" Wally shushed her. "The Legends might hear us."

"So what?" she asked, still speaking just as loudly. "Afraid they'll think we're drunk?"

"We are drunk," he whispered. "We're, like, really, really drunk."

"Psh," she dismissed. "You mean you are. Whoa!" She almost fell over but leaned against the wall to stop herself. She started laughing. "Rocket Fuel! What a creation!"

"I know, right?" the speedster agreed. "Cisco's the absolute bomb."

"Thanks, Cisco!" Charlie shouted.

"Not so loud!"

"Thanks, Cisco," she whispered.

The two of them wandered from the cargo bay to the bridge, trying their best not to disturb their teammates despite their fits of drunken giggles. Once they got there, they realized they were alone.

"Gideon?" Charlie asked. "Where did everyone go?"

"The other Legends have joined Dr. Palmer for a stargazing expedition," the A.I. answered. "Might I suggest you two sit down? You seem to be a bit out of control at the moment."

"Oh, mind your own business, you bloody robot," Charlie said, dismissing Gideon's suggestion with a wave of her hand.

Wally's eyes widened. "Dude," he gasped, "I just had the best idea."

"What?"

"We should do karaoke!"

"Like, with singing?"

"Yeah!" He gave her two thumbs up, then made a fist with one hand as if holding a microphone. "I'm never gonna dance again," he sang, posing dramatically. "Guilty feet ain't got no rhythm…your turn!" He passed her the invisible microphone.

Charlie took it. "I don't know that one, mate."

Wally looked scandalized. "How? How do you not know that one?"

She shrugged. "The last decade I spent more than a week in was the 70s."

Wally had to admit that was a fair excuse. "Okay, sing something else, then."

Charlie shut her eyes and sang into the imaginary microphone, "This is ground control to Major Tom…You've really made the grade…And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear…Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare…"

"Sick!" Wally said, applauding her. "That was so good."

"It felt appropriate," she said, "being on a spaceship and all."

"Oh, totally." He paused, then exclaimed, "Wait, I have another idea! Hold on!" Lightning flashed as he zoomed away from Charlie and around the corridors of the ship. She couldn't see him but could hear him bump into at least a couple of walls on his way. In only a few seconds, he returned. "I just set up Zari's console in the parlor. There's a good screen in there."

"You took it out of her room?" Charlie asked, shocked. "She's not going to be happy, mate."

"Yeah, but that's tomorrow's problem. We're breaking rules tonight, right?"

"Absolutely!" She jumped on his back and clasped her hands around his neck. "Let's go, speedster!"

"Woohoo!" Wally shouted as he sped the two of them in circles before finally crossing the short distance to the parlor in barely a moment.

Charlie let go of Wally and stumbled in a miniature circle until she found her balance. "Are you good?" Wally asked. "Diggle usually pukes when I do that with him."

"I'm not bloody Diggle," she scoffed, finally standing up straight. "I don't even know bloody Diggle."

"You'd like him. He's chill." Wally pulled up two chairs in front of the screen. "So, Ms. Pac-Man or Guitar Hero?"

Charlie grabbed her seat next to him. "Guitar Hero," she decided. "I'll mop the floor with you on that one. I used to be lead guitar in a band, you know."

"We'll see about that," Wally said, accepting the challenge.

After a very long, intense competition, the final scores appeared on the screen, with Wally's name above Charlie's.

"Not fair!" Charlie huffed. "Your fingers are too fast. You speedster-ed all over it."

"Haters gonna hate," Wally joked, holding up his Guitar Hero guitar and moving his hands up and down its buttons with lightning fast speed. He fell down on the floor and continued pretending to play while lying on his back. "Dude," he said, looking up at Charlie from the floor, "what if we started, like, a Legends band?"

"Ha! No way," Charlie laughed. "I think they already did that when Amaya was around. Bloody disco." She made a disgusted face.

"Okay, but if we did," Wally persisted, "who would play what? You actually play guitar, so that would be you, right?"

"Yeah, sure." She thought for a moment, then added, "Zari told me she learned to play violin. It's not a typical band instrument, but it could be sort of a special thing, you know?"

"For sure! Would Nate play drums? I feel like Nate would play drums."

"I could picture that. But who would play bass? And keys? And who's singing?"

"You're really going through the whole list, aren't you?"

"It was your bloody idea. I'm just running with it."

Wally laughed, then looked up at the screen, which still listed their scores. "Uh-oh," he observed. "I think I might've beaten Zari's high score."

"Oi, she's going to kill you, isn't she?" Charlie commented.

"Nah," Wally said, dismissing her concern, "Zari and I are tight."

Charlie shook her head. "Don't underestimate her protectiveness of Guitar Hero." She stood up and walked toward the center of the room where there was more space, stepping over Wally to get there. He shifted around so that he was sitting up and looking at her but did not get off the floor. Charlie shapeshifted into the form of Zari Tomaz, crossed her arms, and looked down at him with a frustrated expression. "Wally, did you beat my high score again?" she asked, mimicking her friend's mannerisms perfectly. "If you touched Ms. Pac-Man too, I swear I will end you."

Wally giggled. "You do a great Zari."

"Thank you," she said, switching back into Amaya's shape. As soon as she returned to her usual form, she held her stomach and looked very close to losing her balance. "Whoa…I'm okay," she finally said, straightening up. "Been a long time since I last shifted drunk. Feels weird."

"Maybe you shouldn't do it again," Wally suggested.

"No, no, it's fine," she assured him. "I feel fine. I just need to get used to it. Let's try good old Rage." She transformed herself into Ray Palmer's body and strutted around the parlor. "Wow! Everything is amazing! Look at this nerd thing," she said as she picked up one of Nate's history books, then set it down again and returned to wandering the room, narrowly avoiding crashing into a large globe on the captain's desk. In doing so, she spun around clumsily and caught a glimpse of something sitting on the opposite bookshelf. It looked like a small picture frame. "I don't remember seeing that before," she commented curiously.

She walked over to take a look. Wally scrambled to his feet and sped across the room so that he was beside her. It was, in fact, a picture frame. It also had a picture inside. The picture was of a group of people dressed in clothes that could have come straight out of an old Western movie. Charlie recognized one face immediately. "Why look," she pointed out, "it's Rage in a cowboy hat. Ha! Fancy that." She shifted her appearance to match Ray's outfit in the photo. "And there's Mick," she continued, looking around the faces of the crowd, "and that looks like the captain." She looked quizzically at Wally. "Who are these other blokes?"

Wally picked up the picture. "The original Legends," he explained. "I think this was from their first big mission together. They were fighting this Vandal Savage dude and Rip was their captain." He looked over the faces and added, "This was way before I joined, so I don't really know what they were like then or what they did. I mean, I kind of knew Jax and Professor Stein from before, but not that well. Apparently, they went to the Old West at least once. Cool, right?"

"Brilliant." Charlie switched from Ray's shape to the image of Kendra Saunders in the photo. "Now this is more like it," she said, looking down at her new shape. "Almost as hot as Amaya, if I do say so myself."

She and Wally heard footsteps behind them and turned around to see Zari standing in the doorway. "You're never going to let that go, are you?" she asked. "And don't pretend you're anyone other than Charlie to get out of this, because I have literally never fallen for that."

Wally and Charlie looked at each other nervously. "Whatever you do," Wally whispered, "don't tell her about the R-O-C-K…"

"Rocket Fuel?" Zari finished for him. "I figured. What else could get a shapeshifter and a speedster drunk?"

"Psh," Charlie denied, her speech still slurred, "we're not drunk."

"Yeah, and I'm Abraham Lincoln," Zari returned. She stepped into the room and narrowed her eyes at Wally. "I've got exactly one guess as to who moved my console and I'll give him exactly three seconds to put it back before I start a tornado. Three…two…"

Lightning flashed as Wally sprang into action. He zipped away, placing the console exactly where he'd found it in Zari's room, then returned to Charlie's side, nearly tripping over his own feet when he stopped moving.

"…one." Zari walked farther into the parlor toward her friends. "If you broke my high score," she warned Wally exactly as Charlie had only minutes before, "I swear I will end you."

Wally and Charlie looked at each other and tried, very unsuccessfully, to hold back their laughter.

"What's so funny?" Zari asked.

"Nothing, mate," Charlie said, patting her on the shoulder. She switched back into her typical shape and asked, "Is everyone else back now, Z?"

"Yup. Stargazing's over. And what are you guys doing?"

Wally handed Zari the photo. "We found this," he explained. "It's the OG Legends."

"Huh," Zari mused, looking at each of the mostly unfamiliar faces. "Interesting. I remember Jax and Professor Stein," she said, pointing out each Legend as she said their name. "Really miss them. We lost Stein on a mission, poor guy. And that's Mick in the back. And Captain Lance, of course."

While the three of them continued to analyze the photo, Mick, Sara, Nate, and Ray strolled through the Waverider, heading toward the bridge from the cargo bay. "I'm glad you guys had fun," Ray told them. "You know, I've got a book on the myths behind all the constellations we saw. Want me to show it to you sometime?"

"Does it have vampires?" Mick asked.

"Um…" Ray thought about it, "I'm actually not sure."

"Probably not," Sara answered for him.

"Then no," Mick answered definitively.

Ray looked a little offended. Nate patted him on the shoulder. "It's cool, buddy," he comforted him. "I'd love to check it out. Myths are my jam."

"I think you mean…Legends," Sara said with a mischievous smile.

Ray and Nate looked at each other, sharing a relieved expression. If Sara was back to cracking Legends jokes, the team must have done something right tonight.

"Ha! Yeah," Ray agreed, high-fiving his Time Bro. "Legends are always our jam."

As they approached the bridge, they heard the voices of their teammates. "Is that…Charlie?" Ray asked.

"And Wally, it sounds like," Sara said, listening.

"Have they actually been gone all night?" Nate wondered.

Sara shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe we should see what they're up to." She heard a thud followed by Charlie's laughter. She froze, then started walking significantly faster. "Oh, we definitely need to see what they're up to."


"I think I look good in a cowboy hat, don't you, Z?" Charlie asked with a wink toward Zari, this time shaped like Jax's image in the picture.

Zari rolled her eyes. "You don't even know who Jax is."

Charlie puffed out her chest. "Oh, I don't know. I'm definitely getting a vibe. Just this sense of…general niceness. Am I right?"

"You're not wrong," Zari said slowly, "but maybe it's time to take a break from impersonating teammates, past or present…"

"Do Ray again!" Wally suggested.

Zari placed her hands on her hips and looked at him angrily. "What did I just say, Wally? Remember, you're still on thin ice for moving my console."

Charlie shifted into Ray's shape again. "You got it, speedster."

"Hey, is that me?" Ray asked, approaching the parlor with Sara, Mick, and Nate. "As a…cowboy?"

Charlie returned to Amaya's shape. "Rage! Good to see you, mate!"

"What is going on here?" Sara demanded, walking into the middle of the group gathered in the parlor.

"Wasn't me," Zari said, stepping back with her hands held up innocently.

"We're great, Sara," Wally assured her. "So, so, great. Greater than great." He tried to place his hand against the wall without looking, but instead placed it on the globe. When he leaned his weight against it, the globe went spinning, throwing him to the floor. "Oof!" he exclaimed, landing on his face. "Super great."

"Well," Mick said, clearly enjoying the sight of a member of Team Flash being out of control, "they're blasted."

"Only a little bit," Wally insisted, still on the floor.

Sara rubbed her temples with her fingers. "Can't leave you alone for five minutes," she muttered. She put her hands down and looked accusingly at Wally. "Rip told me about that Rocket Fuel stuff. Wally West, did you give Charlie, a magical shapeshifter, Rocket Fuel?"

"No," he lied.

"He didn't give it me. I took it from him," Charlie said, her tone indicating that she thought her addition was helping. "He actually tried to stop me. What a responsible bloke."

Nate looked at the two of them. "Wait, Rocket Fuel? What is that?"

Wally held up a small flask and waved it in the air. "Courtesy of Cisco Ramon!"

"I really need to meet this Cisco bloke," Charlie said as she hopped up to sit on top of the desk. "He's a genius, isn't he? Do you all know him?"

"Yes, we…no, we're not talking about Cisco right now," Sara said, quickly putting the conversation back on track. "Charlie, I'll deal with you in a second. Wally, what were you thinking?"

"He wasn't," Mick deduced, still enjoying himself immensely. He took a step closer to watch the show from a better view.

Charlie shapeshifted into Mick's form, still copying the cowboy outfit from the photo. "He wasn't," she mimicked before dissolving into laughter at the sound of his gruff voice coming out of her mouth.

"Nice one," Mick said. He stomped up the stairs and gave the shapeshifter in his own shape a high-five.

Sara pointed at him. "Rory, don't encourage her."

Wally pushed himself up off the floor and looked around at the other Legends around him. "Relax, guys," he assured them calmly. "We're not doing anything bad. We were just looking at that photo."

"What photo?" Sara asked.

Charlie, still shaped like Mick, handed it to her. "The one where you originals look like you walked straight out of a John Wayne movie," she elaborated.

Sara looked at the picture and couldn't prevent a small, nostalgic smile from crossing her face. It was the same picture she'd found in Ray's room after his body had been taken over by Neron. "That's us," she said softly.

Ray walked up the steps and looked over her shoulder at the photo. Nate followed close behind him. "Would you look at that? I forgot I put that out here," Ray said. "We haven't aged a day, huh?"

Charlie switched to Ray's Western-style shape. "Judge for yourself, mate. Whoa," she paused, holding onto the desk for balance. "Got a little dizzy with that one." She switched into Kendra's shape again, still gripping the edge of the desk. "I like this one," she declared. "Looks like she's the only other lady in the photo with you, Captain. The team demographics really have switched around, haven't they?"

Sara looked up from the photo and at Charlie, the exact image of her old friend, Kendra Saunders. As upset as she was with Charlie, she couldn't help feeling a little happy to see Hawkgirl's face. "They have, Charlie," she answered thoughtfully. "Kendra was a good friend of mine back then. Now, she's back to living her life in the timeline with her soulmate. And now you," she added with extra emphasis, "need to get back to looking like Amaya so you can sleep this off."

"Yeah, yeah," Charlie responded, the reluctance in her voice obvious. "One more question, though." Her body glowed red as she transformed from Kendra into the shape of a tall man wearing all black and clearly attempting to hide a black eye under his cowboy hat. She looked identical to the man standing next to Sara in the picture. "Who's this fellow?" she asked, leaning back with her elbows against the desk. "Easy on the eyes, isn't he?" she added with a tip of the black hat on her head.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room as Mick's and Sara's faces clouded. Ray looked uneasily at the two of them. Mick slammed his fist on the desk, muttered something incomprehensible about a ghost, and stomped away. Sara watched him go, then turned to Charlie, her demeanor suddenly very serious.

"That's enough," she said.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Charlie transformed back into her usual body. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"She was just doing Leo," Zari pointed out. As much as she wanted Charlie and Wally to stop their silliness, she couldn't understand why the image of Leo Snart from Earth-X would prompt such a strong reaction from her captain.

"Yeah, I thought we all liked him," Nate added, equally as confused.

Ray began to say something, then thought better of it and shut his mouth. Sara remained rigid. "No more shapeshifting tonight," she said. "Charlie, I'm ordering you to go to your room. Wally, I don't know where you need to go, but go there."

"But…" Wally tried to argue.

"No buts," the captain interrupted him. "Do you want me to ban all shapeshifting on this ship?"

Charlie looked down. "No."

"Then this conversation is over." She paused and, when neither the shapeshifter nor the speedster made an effort to immediately move, she added, "Now."

Not wanting to risk more trouble, Charlie and Wally dashed off. Sara looked down at the picture. There they were, the original Legends. Mick, Kendra, Ray, Jax, Stein, Sara, and the man standing right next to her in the picture, Leonard Snart. Sara felt a knot in her stomach. She'd felt that knot briefly when she'd first seen Leo on Earth-X, but only for the moment it had taken to realize that he was not truly Leonard. This time, however, it was different. Charlie hadn't become Leo. She had become Leonard, specifically Leonard on the team's first trip to Salvation, North Dakota, the day after Mick had nearly killed him in a fistfight. Charlie had even had the bruises on her face to prove it.

Ray moved closer to Sara and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he spoke softly, "I'm sorry about…"

"There's nothing to be sorry about," she cut him off sharply, moving away from his hand. "I said this conversation is over. It's over. Goodnight." She set the photo down on the desk and walked briskly out of the parlor and down the corridor toward her room.

Once she was out of earshot, Nate and Zari looked at Ray in confusion. "What was that all about?" Zari asked him.

Ray peered around the corner to make extra certain that Sara was gone before answering, "Charlie might have crossed a line there. Unintentionally, I'm sure, but Sara and Mick really didn't need to see that."

"See what?" asked Nate. "I get that seeing old teammates is pretty freaky stuff, but they didn't react that way to Jax or the other girl."

"Yeah," Zari agreed. "Why Leo?"

"Because that wasn't Leo," Ray clarified. "That was Leonard." He stepped across the parlor to pick up the picture from where Sara had left it, then pointed to the man in the black outfit beside Sara. "Leonard Snart was one of the first Legends," he explained to his two newer teammates. "He was our teammate, but he was especially close with Mick and Sara."

"Hold on," Nate said, "you mean the Legion of Doom guy?"

"Well…" Ray hesitated, "sort of. Technically, that was a past version of him from before he joined the Legends. But yeah, that was him."

"Where is he now?" Zari asked.

Ray shook his head sadly. "He died. No, more than that. He sacrificed himself to save the rest of the team. Mick took it the hardest. Sara, well, she never wanted to talk about it, but I think it hurt her pretty badly too. You know how she is about keeping things inside." He set down the photo and looked at his teammates' faces somberly. "Leonard Snart died a hero, but that doesn't make it any easier on his closest friends to see someone joking around while wearing his face. Mick and Sara will be fine. They just need some space. Okay?"

"Okay," Nate and Zari agreed in unison.

"Good," Ray said, his nearly perpetual cheerfulness halfway returning to his face. "Then let's all just go to our rooms and get some sleep. I hear the sunrises here are amazing. Wouldn't want to miss it." He exited the room to follow his own suggestion. Zari and Nate exchanged a slightly confused look, shrugged it off, and then followed after him.