We wandered off the ship into the decimated city we had landed in. "Gideon, camouflage the ship. This doesn't look like the type of place we want to linger out in the open." Rip raised his gun as he moved forward.

We all looked around trying to identify our surroundings. "That looks a lot like a Palmer Tech building, but why does it have a Smoak logo on it?" Ray asked, indicating one of the few skyscrapers that were still standing.

"Wait. This is Star City. I thought you said the timeline was safe." Sara asked Rip accusingly.

"Yeah, Star City was intact in 2016. This... this is 2046." Rip said after looking down at his device.

Some guy in a green hoodie dropped down onto a car near us shouting, "Don't move!"

"Oh, thank God." Sara said relieved.

"I said don't move," he reiterated.

Sara ignored his order going on, "It's me. It's Sara."

"Hey, Oliver, look, I-I know it's been a long time, but don't you remember that Rip Hunter recruited us to become legends?" Ray tried to help, I looked at them both doubtfully this can't be Oliver Queen. Oliver would have recognized us.

"I never heard of any legends." he said before firing an explosive arrow at us.

Mick sent a stream of fire from his gun at the guy in retaliation. "Get back!" Rip yelled as the faux Green Arrow fired off a grapple arrow to swing towards us.

We all scattered ducking behind chunks of concrete, or burnt out cars, "This guy a friend of yours? I don't like him." Mick said to Sara as the archer guy kept shooting arrows at us.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked Rip as he started to fire back at the guy.

"It's called shooting back." He yelled.

"Can't be the Green Arrow." Kendra commented, so helpful I mean really like that wasn't obvious by now.

"That's not Oliver Queen." Sara said looking out from behind her cover.

"So there shouldn't be a problem with us hitting him back." I said sarcastically.

"Sure dresses like him." Ray said.

Snart added, "Shoots arrows like him."

"Well, whoever he is, I don't plan on sticking around to get shish kebabbed by this dude." Jax said urgently.

"Kid's right. Let's stay behind and kill him." Mick said gleefully.

Rip yelled out loud enough for us all to hear, "We need to return to the ship." No shit Sherlock.

We walked onto the main deck random sparks flying from the damage. "All right, Rip. Tell us the truth." Sara demanded.

Rip complied, "You've all seen how the timeline is malleable... in flux until it is set. Well, this future is not set. Remember when I told you it was dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures? Well, the events that you dread could very well come to be due to your actions to prevent them."

"You know what I think? I think you think too much." Mick said, shocking especially from the guy who barely thinks at all.

"Believe me when I tell you that the best thing for yourselves and for this mission is to make the repairs to the Waverider here in 2046 then head back to your own time and make sure that none of this ever comes to be." Rip stated matter of factly

"So the rest of the team's on a field trip to Palmer Tech, now Smoak Technologies. Palmer Tech sounds better, right? Be honest" Ray said as he and Jax walked onto the bridge, worried about the renaming of his company as if there weren't more important things to worry about.

"Honestly, they sound about the same."

"Yep and either way absolutely nobody cares," I said testily. I knew I was being short with him but I didn't have the patience to deal with him. Not when I could feel my unstable emotions feeding into the darkness making it stronger than before and I was just barely holding it together.

"Even assuming our compatriots return with a Neuromorphic prototype, we'll still need to prepare Gideon for the new device." Stein said.

"And the engines could definitely use some loving. Actually, I could use an extra pair of hands." Jax said eyeing Kendra, he's got the hots.

Stein started handing out assignments like we were all students in his class. "Well, Raymond, why don't you and Ms. Saunders continue repairing Gideon, and I'll assist Jefferson with the engines? Miss Kane you can assist us with the engines as well."

"Not gonna happen. One, I have absolutely no experience with any kind of engine and two I have better things to do." I snapped at the professor's attempt to draft me into helping them.

"What could you possibly have to do that doesn't include fixing the ship?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it professor, but I will be unavailable for sometime, so don't need me." I walked out not giving them a chance to respond.

I sat cross legged on the bed in my room closing my eyes and focused inwards. I desperately needed to rebalance my emotions, they were completely scattered and steadily feeding into the dark within me. I could feel it growing whispering in my mind urging me to lash out, to hurt, to kill. I needed to cut it down to find it's source, so I turned my focus to the darkness reaching for it. It surrounded me, I felt as if I had been dragged into an ocean and couldn't tell which way was up. I could feel myself floating within it and though it disoriented me it didn't hurt, didn't seem to hold any malice towards me, it almost seemed to have a consciousness of its own. I tried to find its core, I reached as deep as I could but never felt it, it was as if it moved farther from me every time I got close. I felt myself growing tired so giving up on finding the core I tried to pull myself out. I made little progress having no idea how to extract myself from it. I started drifting aimlessly not being able to find the energy to get out. A warm presence engulfed me caressing my consciousness as it guided me out. My eyes flew open as I dropped to the bed, I hadn't realized I had started levitating. What was that presence? It was so distinctive, so strong, and so different from my own. It had pushed me out of the darkness so gently, and so effortlessly. As if it knew exactly where the darkness ended and I began. How could it know if I couldn't even tell? I sighed as I rubbed my head, I desperately needed a drink.

"Kill them all." I heard some guy say as I walked into the bar I had found. I paused but then realized I didn't care about whatever manhunt they were going on. I started shoving my way through the grunts, making my way to the bar. I finally made it past the idiots, and nearly ran head first into an alpha in the most heavily armored suit I had seen since I had first left Gotham, as he turned to leave. I dragged my eyes up his figure finally meeting his eyes, he smirked down at me. I could tell by the look in his eye he had gotten a whiff of my omega pheromones despite the scent blockers I had so carefully put on. I arched my brow at him. "Well what are you lot waiting for?" he said looking around at the crowd. I vaguely recognized Mick and Snart behind him, the hell did Mick get a fur coat from?

"Heard the man. Let's go." One of the grunts said as they all started filing out.

He looked back at me with a fascinated look in his eyes, "Well what is a tiny little omega like you doing in my city?"

I looked back up at him vaguely annoyed, he is between me and my drink but I can play along, "This is your city?" I said coyly, smirking up at him through my eyelashes. I swiftly moved past him heading for the bar passing Mick and Snart on the way. Mick was glaring at soldier boy, and Snart looked at me with a vaguely amused look in his eye. I got to the bar and reached behind it grabbing a glass and the closest bottle I poured myself a drink before turning to lean against it like a queen holding court. I made eye contact with soldier boy as he stalked up to me like he was a predator and I his prey, I felt the dark within me burn.

He stopped less than a foot in front of me with a dark look in his eyes. We stared each other down, feeling the tension rising growing so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. I vaguely registered Snart and Mick having some sort of showdown, but I paid them no mind more intrigued by the man in front of me than whatever their issues were. "Do you know who I am?" He asked.

Maintaining eye contact, "No," I said. I raised the glass to my lips to finish my drink with a smirk on my lips, amused with the disgruntled look I could now see in his eyes.

"No," he said shocked. "I'm Deathstroke, I rule this city."

"Well Deathstroke," I purred, "I'm not really from around here." I turned back to the bar.

"You would turn your back to me?"

"Yes," I said, not bothering to look back as I poured myself another drink. He pressed his body into mine trapping me between it and the bar, he bracketed me in with his arms to prevent me from slipping away. "You expect me to fear you because of your name?"

"Everyone here does, they all know my name," he whispered in my ear as I downed my drink.

I set the glass on the bar and turned my head to face him, "and yet here I am," I said challengingly. He moved even closer nudging my legs apart with one of his, he settled his thigh against my crotch.

"I guess I'll just have to make sure you don't forget it." He said setting his hands on my hips before he reached one around he flicked open my pants and shoved his hand in going right to my clit. He pressed down hard making my hips buck against him, I bit my lower lip holding back my moans as he continued on to shove two fingers into me. I clenched around the sudden intrusion not prepared for him to move so fast I whimpered as he pulled his fingers out then thrust them right back in. "Don't hold your tongue now. I'm going to make you scream my name." He growled in my ear.

I grabbed the edge of the bar determined to make him work for it. "Well go ahead then," I breathed.

He chuckled, "Oh you're going to regret that."

"You know the funny thing is, I don't think I will," I said as he thrust a third finger into me, drawing a moan from me.

"We'll see about that." His other hand ran up under my shirt raising it up as he went, tugging on my bra harshly, it quickly gave out. His hand quickly worked at one of my nipples tracing around it before pinching it between his fingers and twisting hard. I gasped as the pain fed into the pleasure intensifying the sensations flooding my body. Thrusting his fingers back in me he pressed his palm down over my clit and the delicious drag it sent through me made me scream out as my first orgasm ripped through me. "Now, that's a scream but let's make that scream my name."

He pulled my pants down to my knees and gripping my hips he thrust into me. "Fuck," I whimpered as he rammed into me moving faster and harder with every thrust. "Please," I begged, I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or for more.

He angled my hips hitting the spot deep inside me that sent sparks through me. "Say my name," he ordered, "Say it." I blinked not quite processing his command, "Say my name!"

I keened as he hit that spot again, stars bursting across my vision I blacked out.

I limped getting back to the ship, having been thoroughly fucked I was barely able to keep my knees from trembling. I retreated to my room and chucked off my jacket to start stripping, intending to shower off the remains of my encounter, but I was interrupted before I got the chance. Snart stood in the door of my room, "Yes," I arched my brow at him.

"How'd your encounter with Deathstroke go?"

"Peachy," I snarked as I looked him in the eye.

"Well we're going to go help Sara save the baby archer from your boy toy, leaving in five."

I clenched my teeth glaring at him furiously. "I'll be there." I said tersely, he left and I turned to put on my suit instead of taking the shower I really wanted.

Ray, Kendra and I flew towards the fight landing in the midst of it, we immediately jumped into the fight. Ray and I sent blasts into the crowd to whittle down the numbers. "How did you convince Rip to stay?" Sara asked without a pause in her fighting.

Ray answered for us, "Actually sending in the cavalry was his idea?"

"Cowards, all!" Mick yelled, sending one last blast of fire at the fleeing grunts.

We all approached the stage where Oliver and baby archer had caught Deathstroke. "Oliver?" Ray asked hesitantly.

"It's good to see you again, Ray. Kendra. Chloe. Thanks for the assist." Oliver said nodding at each of us.

"So who's that?" Kendra asked.

"His name is Grant Wilson. Once upon a time, his father, Slade, tried to ruin my life." Oliver explained.

"That's not a nice family." Ray said sadly.

Turning to baby archer Oliver said, "That's good shooting, John."

"It's Connor." He said snappishly, handing Oliver back the fancy bow.

"Either way, it's Green Arrow."

"All right, Gideon, let's see if these repairs that Martin, Ray, and Jax made are up to scratch." Rip said as he and Sara joined the rest of us on the main deck.

As far as I can tell, Ms. Saunders did most of the work, while the two gentlemen competed for...

"Just get us out of here. Please, Gideon." Stein said, trying to hide something. Well I guess Jax failed at trying to ask Kendra out. "So where to next, Captain?" He asked Rip as we all strapped into our seats.

"Well, the beauty of this mission is that the real question is not where, but when. In which case, I suggest that we next hit Savage when he least expects it."