Leonard stood in the parlor, pacing impatiently. It was just early enough in the morning for the ship to be quiet and chaos-free, but he knew he only had so much time until that changed. Finally, the screen on the wall connected to S.T.A.R. Labs and Cisco's face appeared.

"Yo, what's up?" Cisco asked, seeming a little surprised by the call. "Is it crossover season already?"

"No," Snart replied, no longer pacing, "and I think you know that's not what I'm calling about."

Cisco nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "Oh…yeah, that makes sense." He took a sip from the coffee mug next to him, then said, "Still nothing."

Snart frowned. "You're sure about that?"

"Not a word," Cisco replied. "No arrests, no news reports, no surveillance footage, nada."

"And you checked everywhere?"

"Everywhere I could think of." Cisco leaned back in his chair. "Dude, I'm sure she's fine. Lisa's smart. She knows how to take care of herself out there."

"She also thinks I'm dead," Snart pointed out.

"Well…yeah, that's true." Cisco paused thoughtfully, then continued sincerely, "Listen, man, I get it. You care about her, so finding her is important to you. I'm keeping an eye out like I said, and I'll definitely let you know if I hear from her. But other than that, I don't know what to tell you."

Leonard glanced down at the floor, thinking. He looked back up again at Cisco. "What about your powers?" he asked. "What do you call them? 'Vibes'?"

Cisco raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What? I never told you about…"

Leonard rolled his eyes. "Cisco, I kept tabs on just about everything Team Flash did for two years. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you were a meta?"

"Uh…I guess not," Cisco replied sheepishly. "There's just one problem with that, though."

"What?"

"I kind of got rid of my powers."

Snart's brow furrowed. He narrowed his eyes at Cisco. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Cisco answered, "it's a long story, but there was this villain trying to kill metahumans, so we developed a cure that could remove a meta's powers if they didn't want them, which would prevent them from being targeted. Along the way, I started thinking that I'd like to have a normal life again, so…"

"I'm sorry, did you say 'normal'?" Snart asked dryly. "Did you forget that you build tech for a crime-fighting speedster?"

"Relatively normal," Cisco corrected himself. "Anyway, I took the cure. No more vibes. Sorry, man."

Snart groaned. "Great," he muttered. "The one time I actually want help from one of you meta heroes, you lose your powers."

"Hey, it's not like I knew you'd be looking for Lisa," Cisco replied defensively. "I didn't even know you were alive."

"And neither does Lisa," Leonard growled.

"I know." Cisco sighed. "Look, you said that if she was ever in trouble and couldn't reach you, then she'd find a way to ask me for help. Isn't that right?"

Leonard continued to glare at Cisco. "Yes," he admitted.

"Well, if she hasn't come to me for help, then maybe we should take that as a sign that she's not in trouble."

"That who's not in trouble?" Sara's voice asked from behind Snart.

He froze for a second, then said, "Bye, Cisco."

"What?" Cisco reacted with confusion. "I wasn't—"

Leonard hung up. He turned around to face Sara. She cleared her throat, waiting for him to answer her question. When he didn't, she asked, "You were talking about Lisa, weren't you?"

"What if I was?" he asked her back, deliberately avoiding a direct answer.

Sara took a step forward toward him. "There's nothing wrong with being worried about her," she said. "You don't need to hide that from me."

He glanced away, then back at her. "Maybe not, but I don't need the rest of the team getting involved. This is a family issue. I just want to know where she is, and I want her to know that I'm alive."

"Okay," Sara replied slowly. "So that means you're only keeping your little calls to Cisco a secret because of privacy…and not because you don't want the Legends to know that you're scared?"

Leonard's cold, emotionless expression faltered for a moment. There were very few people he was comfortable being vulnerable or open with. Sara and Mick were among them, but the rest of the Legends weren't quite at that level. That's Sara, he thought. Seeing right through me, as usual. "I never said I was scared," he told her.

"But you are. I know that because I know you, and I know how much you want to protect your little sister." She walked up the steps into the parlor as she continued, "You don't have to tell the rest of the Legends, but there's no point in hiding it from someone who already knows." She thought for a moment, then asked curiously, "Can Cisco really not find her? I thought he could hack anything."

"That would imply there's information out there for him to hack," Leonard replied. "Lisa hasn't left a trace."

Sara let out a low whistle. "Wow. She is good."

Leonard's mouth curved up into a proud half-smile. "I taught her well." His smile faded and he grew serious again. "My sister's a tough kid. This isn't the first time we've been separated. She's taken care of herself before."

"But?"

Leonard hesitated, reluctant to admit that there was a "but" at all. However, he knew he could only avoid Sara's expectant gaze for so long. "But…never for three years."

"And never with her honestly believing you were dead, I would assume," Sara added.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Sara offered him a sympathetic smile. "You're a good brother, Leonard. You taught her everything she knows. Have a little faith that she hasn't forgotten it. But, you know," she said, inching forward just a little bit closer to him, "if you are scared, that's totally normal. If I thought there was any chance that Laurel was still out there, I'd be doing the same thing you are, and I'd probably be just as terrified that something could've happened to her." Her eyes widened and she quickly added, "Not that I don't think Lisa's okay! I'm sure she is. I just meant…"

"I know what you meant," Leonard said calmly. "If anyone was going to understand, it would be you." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "Just don't tell the Legends. Not yet, anyway. They don't need to know."

"They could help," Sara pointed out.

"They don't need to know," Leonard reiterated as he looked back up sharply, still very uncomfortable at the thought of letting people he had only recently met know about something so personal.

Sara backed off. "Okay. They don't need to know." She paused, then continued, "Do you need a little more time with Cisco? Or are you free now?"

Leonard shrugged. "He said everything he was going to say. Why?"

Sara tilted her head toward the outside of the parlor. "The rest of the team is eating breakfast, so I thought we'd go ahead and have our team meeting in the galley. If you're not ready to do something else, though, I could update you later."

"That's all right," he assured her. "I could use the distraction anyway."

"Cool." She smiled warmly and nudged him gently in the arm. "Come on." She turned around and started to walk out. Leonard hurried after her until he caught up, walking side by side with her to find the rest of the team.


"I'm not putting butter in my coffee," Mick stated bluntly with a scowl in Ray's direction, "and you can't make me."

"Nobody's making you," Ray said as he stirred his own mug of coffee on the counter. "I just think you'd like it. It really brings out the…"

"No butter, Haircut," Mick repeated emphatically. "I don't care what you think it brings out."

"Leave him alone, Mick," Zari said from her seat at the table as she bit into her breakfast donut. "He's just being a harmless health nerd."

Ray smiled sweetly. "Thank you."

Zari waved her donut at him. "Still not taking your advice, though."

John waved his pack of cigarettes from where he stood leaning against the wall. "Me neither, mate."

"Okay," Zari said, turning to look at John, "that's different. Smoking is actually bad for you."

"Worse than traveling to Hell?" he asked. "You're the mathematical one here, love. If we counted all the souls who went to Hell, and all the ones who smoked, which do you think has a higher survival rate?"

Zari rolled her eyes and groaned. "Ugh, come on, John. That's the worst argument ever."

"Don't you still do both, though?" Mona asked as she took a seat at the table. "I feel like that undermines your point."

"Not from my perspective, love," John replied.

Nora sighed from her seat beside Zari. "Can we maybe focus on what needs to get done instead of arguing?"

Charlie pointed at her from across the table. "I'm with Little Miss Magic on this one."

"Not without Captain Lance," Nate replied. "She said she was on her way over."

"And Snart," Ray added. "Mick, do you know where he is?"

Mick didn't look up from his food as he answered, "Wherever Sara is, probably."

Zari, Charlie, and Mona exchanged quick glances, but none of them said a word. Ray noticed. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Charlie asked.

"That little eye contact thing," Ray replied. "Do you guys have an inside joke or something?"

"Nope," Zari said as she stuffed the rest of the donut into her mouth. "No idea what you're talking about."

Just then, Sara and Snart walked into the kitchen together. "Good morning, Legends," Sara greeted the rest of the group. She strolled forward until she was standing near the table. Leonard followed her and stood behind her, leaning back against the wall behind them so he didn't tower over her. "Let's get this meeting started," she said.

Mick grunted disapprovingly. "Can't even eat without one of your meetings ruining it," he grumbled.

Sara rolled her eyes and continued as if he hadn't complained. "First order of business: today's mission. I asked Nate to search for major anomalies caused by rifts, preferably recently detected ones that haven't solidified yet. Nate, what've you got?"

"Well," Nate answered, "I found a few options, but while I was searching, Gideon detected a new anomaly forming that I think could be really big."

"Where and when is it?" Sara asked.

"The Imperial Court of Vienna, 1762," he replied, starting to get visibly excited as he explained. "The exact results of the anomaly aren't clear yet because it's a relatively new one and hasn't solidified, but based on the date of the anomaly and the few known factors surrounding it, I've deduced that it could have a huge historical impact on a certain young musician who's set to perform there on that day."

"And why are you history fanboying?" Zari asked.

"Because it's not just any musician," Nate said enthusiastically. "It's six-year-old Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!"

Ray sat up straight. "Whoa! Seriously? The Mozart?"

"Yep," Nate answered. "The Mozart. Something is happening in 1762 that could alter his future as a world-famous performer and composer. If we do this mission, we'll basically be saving the entire history of Western classical music. Or at least from Mozart onward, which is a big chunk of it. Pretty awesome, right?"

"Sure is, buddy," Ray said, reaching over to give his best friend a high five.

"We're calling child endangerment awesome now?" Leonard drawled from behind Sara with a pointed look at Nate and Ray. "And they say I'm the bad guy."

"It's not," Nate clarified. "But potentially saving Mozart and his entire legacy is."

"Question," Nora asked, raising her hand to get the group's attention. "Did you say you found the anomaly on its own? Or was it on Gideon's list of rifts?"

"The first one," Nate clarified. "I started by looking through the rifts we know of, but while I was searching, Gideon detected this change. Technically, I haven't found the matching rift yet, but there has to be one. I mean, there are so many out there. Odds are at least one of them popped up in 1762. And even if there isn't – which I doubt – that means someone or something else is still tampering with history. It's our job to stop that no matter what. Isn't that right, Captain?"

"It is," Sara agreed. "So you're saying that something is changing in the timeline that could screw with little Mozart's musical future – most likely the product of a rift – and we need to pay 1762 a visit to find out exactly what it is."

"Precisely," Nate said with a nod.

"Sounds like a big mission," Sara continued. She looked carefully at each member of her team as she formed a plan. "Since we don't know what happened, we need to be careful not to cause any more damage than there already is. Plus, dealing with kids is always a little more sensitive. We'll start with a small team to assess the situation, then figure out if backup is necessary." She pointed to John, then Mona, then Nate, and finally Mick. "You four take the jump ship to Vienna. Bring the temporal energy gun with you. If you need backup, we'll meet you there."

"Why don't we all go together on the Waverider?" Mona asked.

"Because I have to run software updates on Gideon," Zari answered. "She's been due for a while now, so I planned on doing it today. Gideon can still run the updates while time traveling, but if we make a really big jump – like one that goes back to the mid-1700s – before they're finished, the process will take longer."

"Exactly," Sara agreed. "Stay in contact with us. I'll coordinate everything from the ship. We'll still be able to join you if you need help. In the meantime, Zari has to finish her updates, and Ray and Snart have some work to do in the lab." She glanced back at Snart for a moment before turning to the group and adding, "Charlie and Nora, you two can find ways to help around the ship for now and stand by for instructions in case something comes up."

"It probably will," Charlie added.

"Definitely will," Zari agreed.

"Everyone good?" Sara asked, making brief eye contact with each Legend. When no one objected, she grinned and said, "Then let's get to work. Zari, head to the engine room. Ray, prepare the lab for whatever tests you need to do. Snart, you can join him when he's ready. Nora and Charlie, hang tight. Nate, Mick, Mona, and John…I hope you remember all your scales and arpeggios, because you're going to go protect a prodigy."

Nate grinned. "Now that's a send-off! You had alliteration and everything." He walked briskly out of the room, loudly whistling Mozart's "Eine kleine Nachtmusik" as he went.

It wasn't long before most of the Legends followed his lead and moved from the galley to their assigned locations. Eventually, only Sara and Leonard were left. She turned around to face him while he continued to lean against the wall behind her. "Well," she said to him, "this seems like it could be an interesting mission."

"Are you sure those four are qualified babysitters?" Leonard asked skeptically.

"Would you prefer I sent you instead?" she asked.

"Compared to spending the day being Raymond's lab rat for a crap ton of science that's probably unnecessary anyway? Yeah, I think I would. In fact, there's not much I wouldn't prefer over that."

Sara crossed her arms and smirked at him teasingly. "Are you trying to back out, Leonard? And here I thought you were a man of your word."

"Who said I wasn't?" He looked her in the eyes earnestly. "You asked me to do one thing for you. I have every intention of going through with it."

"Good," she said, relaxing her stance. She spotted that special, admiring spark in his eyes and felt something like butterflies in her stomach for barely a moment, but she immediately told herself that it was nothing. She blinked herself back into the moment and continued, "In that case, I'll do a little research on the situation for the away team, and then I'll see you in the lab." She spun around and walked out into the hallway, disappearing from Leonard's view.