The door closed leaving them alone and Ava turned to Sara, "That's amazing."

"What is?"

"That you and Rip manage to antagonise each other without even being in the same room," Ava said, continuing before Sara could reply, "Did you not think telling Agent Danvers she couldn't trust Rip might not be the best idea? Considering how comfortable he seems to be here."

"And you wouldn't want to know that someone is going to turn on you for their own ends?" Sara demanded, "I thought Alex might listen to me. We worked together well during the attack on the West-Allen wedding and she trusted me then."

Ava raised an eyebrow, "Yes, she mentioned that."

Sara frowned at her, "It was before I stopped disliking you."

"Of course."

"There's also the woman who nearly burned us alive," Sara continued.

Ava shrugged, "What about her?"

"You heard what Rip said," Sara told her, "He was going to go check on Gideon. That was Gideon."

Ava stared at her, opened her mouth to ask before stopping, thinking about it for a moment and asking, "What?"

"We saw her in Rip's mind once," Sara explained, waving her away before Ava could ask, "And did you see she's pregnant? Isn't that interesting."

Frowning Ava thought this over, "So, this universe has a version of Gideon who is human?"

"Actually, Miss Sharpe," the familiar voice came making them turn to the door where the woman in question stood, "I am the same Gideon you knew."

Sara stared at her, "What? How?"

"The torpedo that hit the Waverider contained dark matter," Gideon stated, taking a few steps into the room, "My hypothesis is that the dark matter mixed with my matrix. The eddies of the time stream were supercharged by the torpedo then, the presence of my true Captain and our bond, gave me human form."

"Your true Captain?" Sara asked her voice filled with mocking, looking Gideon up and down thoughtfully before noting, "Who I'm betting is more than happy with the change in you, considering your condition."

Ava winced, this was not going to end well. She started checking for a fire extinguisher just in case, after what had happened when they arrived.

Gideon drew herself up, anger filling her eyes while her arm wrapped protectively around her bump, "You have no right to judge anyone, Miss Lance."

"Am I wrong?"

"My relationship with Rip is none of your business," Gideon stated sharply, "Nor is my pregnancy," she turned to Ava, "I suggest when you finish your mission here, Miss Sharpe that you ensure all members of your staff are removed from this Earth."

"Gideon…"

"Understand that if one of your people tries to take Rip," Gideon cut Ava off, "You will find out just how much he means to the people here."

With that said she walked out.

"Well," Ava shook her head, "We're making friends today."

Sara snorted.

"On the bright side, she didn't set us on fire."

x

Gideon left the room and took a few deep breaths to control herself, feeling the flames flickering around her fingers. Managing to quench them after a moment.

"Wow," Hannah spoke up from the corner, where she was holding a fire extinguisher, "I was sure I would have to use this."

Gideon shook her head, "I knew Rip would not be happy if I allowed them to provoke me that I did start a fire."

"And he would then get overprotective the way he always does," Hannah chuckled.

Gideon sighed sadly, "I remember when they were friends. When Rip trusted them and knew he could count on them. Now, all they do is antagonise one another."

"It's made you take sides," Hannah reached out and rested her hand on Gideon's arm comfortingly.

Nodding Gideon whispered, "I love Rip. I have loved him for a long time and being here with him now is wonderful. But the Legends were my friends."

"If you need to talk," Hannah reminded her.

"Thank you," Gideon smiled at the other woman, "You're such a good friend."

With a smile Hannah patted her arm quickly before Gideon left.

x

Rip looked up from staring at his computer hearing the voices coming from the corridor. He couldn't help but smile when Winn poked his head round the doorway.

"What can I do for you?" Rip asked.

Winn grinned at him, "Well, I've been telling Cisco about the portal generator and…"

"You want to show it off," Rip rolled his eyes, motioning him inside, "Fine."

Grinning at him Winn entered the lab along with Cisco. Rip took a breath and nodded, "It's good to see you again, Mr Ramon."

Cisco frowned slightly, "I'm guessing you've met me before in the future?"

"My past," Rip nodded, "You don't change much."

"Good to know," Cisco grinned, he studied the generator scanning the information Winn brought up for him, "So, from what I know you've already made one of these since the Bureau use their watch things to travel through time and space."

Rip smiled, "What you need to remember is this is a different universe. The energy frequency is altered slightly which changes the requirements and at times caused issues I didn't have previously."

"And doing it without time travel also changes things," Winn added.

Rip smiled at Winn's eye roll remembering the amount of times Rip had to remind him of that very fact.

"However, we are only able to use it under certain circumstances," Rip told him, "Rules etc."

Winn's phone beeped and he sighed, "Alex needs us to start going over the information the Lowell guy brought with him. We'll see you later."

Rip nodded, watching the two men leave his lab hoping that this was sorted fast so they would leave. Leaning back in thought, Rip began to worry over having them here and that they knew he was here. He'd felt safe for the past year, and now his refuge was gone.

He had to do something to make sure they couldn't take him from his new home. He just didn't know what that was yet.

Ava found a seat in the part of the main section of the DEO with Sara, Agent Danvers and Lowell. The man introduced as Winn took his station while Gideon took hers. Ava had to admit she was still having trouble with the fact that the woman sitting there had once been the AI for the Waverider.

It was even stranger that she was pregnant and able to shoot fire from her hands.

As the discussion went on Ava looked around the room. She spotted Rip talking with the man in charge. Rip left the office with a mug in one hand and a book in the other, walking up the stairs to the balcony and taking a seat there.

Knowing she had nothing to really add to the discussion just now she decided to talk to him privately.

Rip looked up from his book when she sat at his side, "What do you want, Ava?"

"What happened to you?" she asked softly, "Sara said you were trapped with at least a dozen of those Gnarl things. You were declared dead."

He shrugged, "I survived. Been doing it for a long time. The other side of the rift came out on this Earth where the DEO found me."

"So you joined them."

Rip stared at her, his eyes dark, "It's none of your business, Ava."

"I need to know whether or not I should be discussing extradition with them," she stated, "Considering your status on our Earth."

Letting out a snort of derision, Rip put his book down, "Yes, my status decided by a man who wanted nothing more than to take over my agency because he thought he knew better."

"Rip," Ava frowned at him, "You went rogue, you got agents killed because you wouldn't listen…"

"To Sara?" Rip cut her off angrily, "Because I wouldn't listen to Sara, is that what you were going to say?"

After a moment she nodded, "She was right about Darhk and you know it. If you'd listened to her, things would have turned out differently."

"You truly think that?" Rip chuckled darkly shaking his head, "Because I studied every aspect of the anomaly before I did anything. Isn't that interesting that you believe in her so much when you wanted to blow them out the sky at one point."

Ava stiffened slightly.

"You're all so convinced that you know what you're doing," he rolled his eyes, "That you have everything worked out."

Frowning Ava replied, "We do. We stopped Mallus with minimal losses. The Bureau is working at peak efficiency and, with the help of the Legends, are keeping time safe from all threats."

"Of course you are," Rip replied wryly, "You've been doing it for a few years so that obviously trumps the fact I was trained to travel in time since I was ten years old. You think Mallus is the worst thing that can come after you? You have no idea what's out there, Ava nor what they can do. Bennett was blinded by his own ambition, be careful you don't fall into that trap."

His watch buzzed and he stood heading to where the others were sitting leaving her watching his back.

x

Gideon was aware that Miss Sharpe was talking to Rip while they worked on the information the Time Bureau had brought. She was doing her best to focus on her work and not him, but she could sense how on edge he had been since their visitors had arrived.

"Gideon," Rip's voice made her turn.

Surprised that time had passed so quickly she nodded and took the hand he offered to help her stand.

"Hold on," Sara snapped annoyed at the interruption, "Gideon is working on this for us."

Alex quickly stepped in before Rip could retort, "It's her weekly appointment with the doctor. It shouldn't take more than an hour."

The blonde frowned but didn't say anything else as Rip wrapped his arm around Gideon's waist and moved her away. He was quiet as they walked, and Gideon could feel his worries.

Reaching the medical section Dr Elgin waved them into the room while she finished up with her current patient.

"They will leave soon, Rip," Gideon said softly as he helped her sit on the bed, "And everything will go back to the way it was."

"We hope," he snorted, "You know how the Legends manage to infest."

Gideon frowned at him.

"I just need them to leave," Rip told her, "I just…"

Catching his hand when he trailed off, Gideon pulled him close, "Rip, I know you're worried but J'onn and Alex will not let anyone take you," she gave him a cheeky smile, "They like me too much."

Rip laughed, "Who wouldn't."

"If you helped then this might go faster," Gideon reminded him softly.

Rip shrugged, "I'm technical support for the DEO only."

"Captain," Gideon frowned before asking, "Why are you not helping?"

He grimaced at the direct question, "Because I can't. Please don't ask me to, Gideon. I was put in prison because of them, I lost something I put so much work into building because of them, I lost my ship and I nearly lost you because of them."

Touching his cheek Gideon drew him closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Okay," Elgin appeared interrupting them, "Gideon, just lie back and we can get this over with quickly."

Gideon followed the doctor's instructions and lay back on the bed, she held Rip's hand as Elgin performed her tests before she squeezed some gel on her stomach. Studying the ultrasound Elgin smiled at them.

"It looks like you only have two weeks left before the birth," Elgin told her, "Therefore I want you to remain within the DEO from next week so that you're here when you do go into labour."

"Thank you, Doctor," Rip said before Gideon could argue.

Elgin nodded, "I'll talk to you both next week but remember if you need me, Gideon, I'm here for any questions or concerns you have."

Rip smiled at the small pout that appeared on Gideon's face as the doctor left them alone.

"It's the best thing," he reminded her, "This isn't a normal pregnancy. I know you don't want to be stuck here, but it will make me feel better knowing that the doctor is only a few floors away when you go into labour. You know I'll be with you, so will the others. The room will have everything you'll need."

"But…"

"Gideon," he stroked her hair, "It'll be the safest place for you to be. Just in case."

"I should get back to work," Gideon told him.

Gideon frowned surprised when Rip stopped her moving off the bed "Rip?"

"This is probably not the best time to talk about this," he said softly, "But once you're no longer pregnant we can start thinking about the future."

Surprise filled her eyes, "The future?"

Rip rested his forehead against hers, "We have one, don't we?"

A brilliant smile covered her face, "Yes."

Rip helped her off the bed, "You should get back to work."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "We said an hour. I have ten more minutes."

"You're sure about this?" she demanded.

Simpkins nodded, "I have everything you need. If the morons from the Time Bureau followed me then they will have contacted the DEO."

"My contact assures me they have," she replied with a smirk.

"Good," he told her, "They'll follow the breadcrumbs I've left for them and you'll get your prize within the next few days."

"And then I can finally eliminate that disgusting alien in a short skirt."