The day after we stopped Savage's experiments, we all split up to wrap up loose ends. I ran into Ray, Sara and Kendra. We walked towards the waverider, idlying talking about how we liked our time much better than the 1950s. "1958's swell and all, but I miss the Internet... and cell phones." Kendra said, summing it all up perfectly as we reached the last stretch to the ship.

The Waverider suddenly powered on, "Uh... what are they doing?" Ray asked.

"Hey. Hey!" We all shouted trying to catch their attention as we ran forwards.

They took off long before we got to them, "Where did they go?" Kendra asked.

"Better question: why did they leave us?" Sara said.

"And how are we going to get back?"

We stood in the snowy field looking up at where the waverider had been, "We just have to stay calm. Wherever they time jumped... whenever... they'll come back to this exact same moment," Ray said trying and failing to sound calm.

We stayed put for about ten minutes before, "They're not coming back. Let's go," Sara said brusquely.

Ray tried to take control and be the voice of reason, "Look, as a former Eagle Scout with over 100 merit badges... no big deal... the first rule of getting lost is stay in the same place. That way, you can be found."

"And as a former member of the League of Assassins, the first rule when you've been attacked is to keep moving." Sara said impatiently.

Kendra spoke up, "I sort of think League wisdom trumps the Eagle Scouts here. Plus, Savage is still out there."

"It does, he is, and so we definitely need to move, get as far away from Harmony Falls as we can." I said. For once my tactical training and Omega instincts agreed we needed to move.

"Guys, the rest of the team would not leave us marooned in 1958." Ray tried to argue.

Sara snapped at Ray, "Except for, that's exactly what they did. You said it yourself... you have a time machine, and you're never late." She paused before continuing somberly, "They're not coming back."

"Hey everything will work out somehow," I said releasing calming pheromones to soothe the tension.

Early the next morning we found an unattended parking lot with a decent amount of cars. Picking a car from the lot we quickly broke in and started to hotwire it, "One good thing about 1958: no car alarms," Sara said smoothly.

"I didn't think they had cars in Nanda Parbat." Kendra chuckled.

Sara laughed, "Dated a lot of delinquents as a teenager."

"And here I just thought everybody knew how to do this," I said humorously. Sara got the car to spark to life, and quickly got in behind the wheel. I jumped in the passenger seat leaving the back row for the love birds.

Ray, ever the boy scout, started, "And now we're the delinquents. If we leave Harmony Falls, how's the rest of the team gonna find us?"

Sara leaned out of the car to answer him, harshly saying, "We don't know if they're looking for us. But we know Savage is. We can't take him. That means we can't stay here."

"Let's go." Kendra said softly before she got into the car.

Ten days later, Sara, Kendra, and I walked into the apartment we were renting in Hub City, "Oh, what did you do to our apartment?" Sara asked Ray seeing the monstrous thing he was fiddling with and the mess surrounding him.

Ray turned to us excitedly explaining, "I'm creating a time beacon... a transponder which matches the Waverider's quantum signature, basically creating a radio wave firewall that only our team can see." I rolled my eyes ever the optimist.

"It's cute that you think any of us understood a word of that. But I hope it works." Kendra said, trying to be gentle with him.

"In the meantime, maybe we should invest in some real beds." Sara said loudly.

"That is the best idea I've heard all week," I cheered, moving past Ray's hurricane.

Three weeks later, I could feel the fire building in my veins, I knew my heat was coming on and I didn't have access to suppressants. The hell am I supposed to do now. I made my way out to where Sara was sharpening her knives and cuddled up to her, she made space for me to rest my head against her stomach breathing in her scent calmed the fire for a time.

I could vaguely hear Ray, Kendra and Sara talking from where I had burrowed my face into Sara. They gently tried to get my attention, releasing calming pheromones that cleared my head, "Chloe, how can we help you through this?" I whimpered as my head started to get foggier, "need alpha, please." I could feel myself being settled into where I had built a nest in what had become my room. Someone laid next to me pulling my in to settle with my nose pressed into their scent gland. They cared for me for the duration of my heat, strengthening the bonds between us.

When my heat ended I woke up cradled between Sara and Kendra

Ten weeks later, Kendra, Sara, and I were playing Life while Ray kept working on his fancy radio. "Congratulations. You are a doctor." Sara told Kendra after reading one of the game cards.

Kendra laughed, "You know, I thought about going to medical school once."

Sara handed Kendra a couple of the money notes, "Here you go. $10,000 salary."

"That's it? I made more as a barista." She said incredulously.

"Seriously," I laughed as I twirled a lock of Sara's hair around my finger.

Sara chuckled darkly, "Well, it's 1958. You're lucky to make that as a woman."

"Touché. Your turn." Kendra leaned back as she looked to Sara.

She sighed, "I miss Netflix."

A whirring noise came from the next room as Ray suddenly yelled out in excitement, "Aha! The time beacon radio is officially complete."

"Well, great." Kendra smiled at him as we moved over to watch what he was doing.

"How exactly is this supposed to work?" I asked carelessly. I didn't really care but I could use a distraction from the monotony that was our lives now. I leaned against the wall looking into the room.

"Okay, here we go. Come on. Here we go. Hope there's a spot on that game that says 'Return to the Waverider,' because that's what's about to happen. Here we go." Ray said before his radio started sparking and a part of it exploded, I laughed at the sight as Ray said, "I just have to fix a few of the kinks. The next version will be much less explosive."

Sara sighed heavily and leaned over the chair, "Next version? I thought you said you were gonna say something to him," Sara snapped at Kendra. Did she really think that was going to happen with how much Kendra babies him?

"Say what?" Ray asked looking over at Kendra.

"That your beacon... it's a waste of time. They're not coming back, Ray. And it's not because the Waverider is broken, or they're lost, or they can't find us, or whatever. It's because they're dead." Sara ranted as she moved forward towards Ray, "And the sooner that you accept that, the sooner you can move on... the sooner we can all move on." Sara turned moving towards the door as she finished.

By this point Ray looked like a kicked puppy by the time she was finished. "So what? We're just supposed to give up?" He asked. I leaned my head against the wall knowing this was the end of the road for Sara.

"On being rescued, yeah." Sara said furiously as she reached to grab the bag she had packed by the door.

"Sara, what are you doing?" Kendra asked when she saw Sara's bag. I picked my head up off the wall and straightening up I moved back into the living room.

"I can't stay here. I need to find somewhere I belong." I stayed quiet letting Sara have her moment. We all needed a clean break and Ray dragging this out is just going to make it hurt more.

"Sara, wait. You can't go." Ray said scrambling to salvage the situation. He's in for a lot of disappointment tonight.

Ignoring him, Sara went on, "Savage is still out there. Don't draw undue attention on yourselves."

"Sara." Kendra tried to stop her.

Sara stopped in the doorway, "Look, you three have each other. Most people, in any time period, aren't that lucky. Take care." I felt my eyes watering as Sara left, am I doomed to always be part of a pack that breaks.

"Sara's right we need to move on. We can't keep living in the past. We have to make the most of what we have now." I said.

"You're leaving too?" Ray asked with that kicked puppy look in his eye.

"I considered it but you guys have become pack to me and I know leaving would hurt me more than help."

"Two years. You left us stranded in 1958."

"That was never my intention."

"Can't we rev the ship back up, go back to 1958, and pick that us up?"

"You know very well that we can't."

"Travel back to events we participated in without time folding in on itself."

"Raymond. Good to see you."

"Good to see you."

"Glad you're back."

"Martin."

"It's just... I have 50 midterms to grade next week... by hand... and I've just come to terms with living in the technological dark ages. I have students who count on me. Kendra, Chloe, and I have friends and a life…" I moved cuddling up under Ray's arm releasing calming, comforting pheromones knowing how hard he had struggled with letting go.

"Ray."

"This is what we've been waiting for. Remember the mission. We can finally be ourselves again."

"Look, I'm sorry. This is all... very intense. It's been two years for us. We thought you guys were dead."

"That very well might have been the case. Chronos attacked us. He sabotaged the ship and took Snart. We need to recover Ms. Lance as well. Where is she?"

"Uh, no idea. People go their separate ways, lose track of each other."

"Gideon, search the timeline for any reference of a Sara Lance, or a blonde vigilante circa 1960."

Right away, Captain.

I was still recovering from my last heat, so I stayed back on the ship while the rest of the team went to get Sara. When they came back they brought more than just Sara.

We all stood around the cell watching as Mick paced and promised to kill us all. I stood closest to Snart sending out pheromones to comfort him because of how hard I could tell he was taking this. The omega in me desperately wanted to bundle him into my nest to blanket him in comforting pheromones. "You think this is all over? I will kill every single one of you. I will watch you all burn! You... you should have killed me when you had the ch…" Finally Rip cut off the sound from the cell so we didn't have to listen to him rave anymore.

Rip turned from the cell to look straight at Snart where he leaned against the wall clutching his handless arm. "You owe us an explanation," he said.

"Yes, it's quite remarkable Mr. Rory is working for the Time Masters, considering you killed him." Stein said accusingly.

Snart drawled, "If you think back, I never actually said I killed him."

"No, you just let us think that you did," Jax interjected.

Snart snapped at Jax's words, "I didn't have to try too hard, did I? Well, maybe I should have. And at least he wouldn't have wound up a chew toy for the Time Masters." I pushed out more calming pheromones working to bring the whole team to a place where we could have a reasonable discussion.

"But if you did, we wouldn't have this opportunity." Rip said, seeing some bright side.

"An opportunity? To do what?" Ray asked, I would've thought he out of anyone would know whatever bright side Rip could see in this mess.

Rip turned leaning against the cell to look at Mick, "To reform Mr. Rory."

"He killed Aldus." Kendra said angrily.

"Under the influence of the Time Masters," Rip defended him.

Stein surprisingly added to his defense, "Chronos killed Aldus. Mr. Rory was fighting on our side that day."

"I know what it's like to be trained by an organization for one purpose, to kill, and the kind of loyalty that it can inspire. I need to know that we can reach Rory. For my own sake." Sara sympathized seeing the similarities to herself.

"The Time Masters took one of our own and turned him against us. I say we undo their handiwork." Stein advocated for trying to redeem Mick.

Ray spoke up, "Rory saved my life back in the gulag. He's more than just a criminal and an arsonist."

Jax added to it all, "He's a member of our team."

"He's a lost cause." Snart yelled.

Everyone looked to me for my opinion, "Sometimes people break and sometimes they can't be fixed, but sometimes they can." I knew how it felt to be broken and how it felt to not know if you could put yourself back together and so far I hadn't. But I hoped that the people around me wouldn't give up on me, so I knew we couldn't give up on Mick. The omega in me was pleased with the opportunity to heal a part of our pack.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You will see that miracles abound on this old timeship." Rip said, I just hope he's right because I'm pretty sure we're all at least a little broken.

We were all gathered back on the main deck having settled back onto the ship, "I believe we're ready to leave 1960." Rip said.

"And go where? I mean, when?" Sara asked.

"2147. Mere decades before Vandal Savage conquered the world."

"I thought you had no idea where he was," came the snarky jab from Snart.

"You said Savage had been lost to history." Stein said by far more diplomatically.

"Not world-changing history. Records of the period are scarce, but I've always known that Vandal Savage can be located in 2147."

"So why haven't you told us this sooner?" Jax asked.

"Because that period of history is fraught with more peril than I was willing to risk. We have no choice but to stop Vandal Savage in 2147... or to die trying." Isn't that what we've been trying to do.

"Well, I've died before." Kendra looked down then back up as she said.

"So have I." Sara said standing up from her seat on the step into the study.

We all moved to sit down and strapped in while Rip said, "Gideon, plot a course for Kasnia Conglomerate... The year 2147."