Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay in posting, I've been busy writing college essays and being sick but after this story got a few more followers today I decided to power through my cold and write this chapter. Hope you enjoy! Please comment plot/story requests if you've thought of any cool scenes you'd like me to work into a future chapter.


As The Doctor and the Captain worked to find a way back to the dimension of the strange blue box people, the rest of the Legends welcomed Amy and Rory. Especially Amy….

Sara was walking through the halls, bored and looking for the Ponds, when Snart suddenly appeared on her right flank.

Sara thought, "That's your right side not your flank…" for the third time today. One day, Sara hoped, she'd become tired of the thrill, have her bloodlust under control, and live a normal life like Thea Queen is now.

Snart's drawl pierced her thoughtful state, "What are you up to, Canary?"

What was she up to? Sara wondered briefly, What are you doing, trying to learn how to channel the bloodlust in a sealed metal box?

Sara shook herself slightly and smiled, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're always up to something Canary." Snart drawled with a stiff smile, "but I never pegged you for someone who'd try to break up a marriage."

Sara stopped but Leonard didn't, "Especially one as happy as our ginger friends'."

Sara crossed her arms and turned to face her crook- face the crook. "I'm not trying to break up there perfect little duo, I'm just hoping to make it a trio once or twice." and with that Sara left Snart stunned in the hallway.

The redheads in question were further down that very hallway discussing something similar…

"What do you think of Rory the Time Lord?" Amy asked her husband with a huge grin.

"His name is Rip, and he's not me." Rory said, moving some type of soggy cereal around his bowl.

"Didn't stop you from hitting on my double when the TARDIS landed inside itself." Amy muttered stubbornly.

"Amy!" Rory stood, holding his left hand out as if he could physically push his argument into his audience.

"Your Rip does that too?" Sara said as she walked in the room. At Amy's raised eyebrows Sara nodded to Rory's still outstretched hand, which retreated to Rory's side upon detection.

"I am not- I am not Amy's Rip, I'm Rory Williams. I am her husband and not whoever is sitting the study with The Doctor right now!"

Amy reached over and put her left hand in Rory's and her right on his shoulder. "I grew up scared of the woman I love and best friends with my future daughter, I fought vampires in Venice, I sacrificed my my life for Amy too many times to count, I was a Roman for two thousand years-"

"Ooh, they know how to have fun." said a very smug and interested Sara.

Amy and Rory simply stared at Sara, then allowed there eyes to drift to the man in the doorway who was trying not to laugh.

Sara turned around, "What?"

Snart just smiled and said, "We can put in a request for shore leave in ancient Rome if you want a centurion. I don't think these fish are biting."

Both Legends looked back to the stunned and, quite honestly, frightened look on both Pond's faces.

"I guess you're right crook. Oh well…" Sara said with a smile and turned back towards Snart, "and since when do you 'put in requests'?"

Snart gave a thin smile as Sara swayed towards him. "Well," he drawled "there's more demands-at-gunpoint than requests."

Sara left the room laughing softly.

"Don't mind Sara." Snart drawled to the couple, "She a little too adventurous for her own good." With that said, he turned and followed Sara out of the galley.

Amy finally stirred on Rory's shoulder, opening her mouth to speak-

"No!"

"Darn." said an unsurprised (but slightly disappointed) Amy.