YES! AFTER A YEAR'S HIATUS, I RETURN!

And all I can say is... I am sorry. I lost motivation to write this story, but it has been rekindled!

Also, I am making my own arcs now. I am not forgetting about the previous one though, this takes place after that whole fiasco.

Well... sorta. This arc is based off of the Supergirl/Flash X-over. Hope y'all enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS FANFICTION. CREDIT TO DC, AND John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John FOR THE LYRICS.

BTW, I do not hate Barry and Kara, they are amazing! I just had to make them both assholes for this chapter... sorry. :) You'll see what I mean.

If there was anything the Legends had noticed, it was how close Leonard and Kendra seemed to be getting to one another. It was something Kendra was shy about, and something Snart refused to even rebuttal or acknowledge, he would just walk away. So therefore, it called for a discussion around the table.

"Okay, we all clearly know that with Snart's ways," Jax began, "he is probably just doing this to get into her pants, right?"

"My friend don't play like that," Mick said, not looking up from a magazine he swiped from Rip. "He likes women for who they are. Crazy, huh?"

"Well, considering our stats, that... Is the most shocking thing ever!" Sara exclaimed. "Snart, in love with a woman for who she is? Kinda... far-fetched."

"Hey, Kendra deserves to be happy," put in Ray. "She's been through a lot. A lot."

"I do believe Mr. Palmer has a point," said Martin. "She does seem to really care about him."

"Who cares about what?"

Kendra's soft voice rang throughout the dining room as she walked in casually, looking at everyone with her lips curved upwards.

"C'mon, give me the goods," said Kendra, giggling slightly. "Who stole Mick's stash of-"

"Zip it," Mick interrupted, staring at her. "One more word and Carter comes back and kills me because your ashes go next to his."

"What the hell are you bozos talking about?" Leonard asked, walking in from out of nowhere.

"Pretty sure Kendra drank something strong last night," Sara interjected, not wanting any more arguments. Suddenly, Rip walked in.

"Team, head to the changing rooms," said Rip, walking past them. "We are scheduled to arrive within the year 1941 in New York in about twelve minutes."

"YES!" screamed Ray. "I love the forties!"

"Shit," Mick muttered. "They had all those stupid dancers back then. I hate dancing. They also had top hats. I hate those too."

"Hey, shut your fire hole," Sara advocated, "Ginger Rogers was the most fabulous dancer to ever exist. She's the only reason I even took tap dancing as a kid."

"Have it your way," said Mick, shrugging. "I just ain't wearing one of those ridiculous suits. Did I mention I hate dancing?"

"It's either that, Mr. Rory, or your boxers," Rip said, punching in buttons for coordinates.

A smirk formed on Mick's face. "I'll take the-"

"Don't make him answer that," Leonard cut in. "You will regret it."

"Changing rooms, everyone!" Rip said loudly. "I need everyone ready within ten minutes."

As everyone, began walking down the hall (and listened to Mick bicker about top hats), Jax pulled Snart to a halt.

"Yo Len, help Kendra pick out a dress," Jax whispered.

"I will kill you, Jackson," Leonard hissed.

"Leonard, can you help me to find a dress?!" Kendra called from down the hall.

Jax snickered and bolted down the hall, while Leonard went through with his task unwillingly.

Although he did have to admit, she did look good.

Kendra was clothed in a red knee length dress with black kitten heels adorning her feet, lipstick neatly placed over her lips. The devil in Leonard tried to convince him to get a taste of them. Meanwhile, he was dressed in the same black suit Mick and Ray were in. Coincidentally, Mick was in a top hat, like the one he was bickering about. Stein and Jax were in tan tuxedos. Rip had chosen the attire he wore for their first attempt at killing Savage. Sara was wearing a white blouse, red skirt, and black Mary Janes.

"So, are we all ready?" Rip asked, turning to the team.

"No," Mick grunted, fidgeting with his collar.

"Great! Let's head out then," said Rip, landing the Waverider and setting it on camouflage mode.

"Does my opinion not count anymore?" Mick asked gruffly.

"It probably never did in the first place," Sara said, giggling as Mick nearly blew a fuse. Leonard only smirked his signature tiny smirk as he joined the team and walked out.

"Hey," said Kendra, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Thanks for choosing this dress. I really like it."

"No trouble," Leonard replied. Although his walls were solid quadruple-iced stone, Kendra was a fire that was very, very slowly melting them.

So, as they wandered around, nothing interesting really happened. Granted, there was an occasion where Stein remembered a scientist alive in this time period and rambled about wanting to meet him, Sara would point out a few posters to movies she really liked, and Mick would insult other people's outfits behind their backs.

"Okay, Savage is scheduled to be in that Ritz building over there at midnight," said Rip, pointing to the Ritz building. "It is currently four, so we have time to plan."

"Shouldn't we scout the area, and make sure he isn't here now?" Ray suggested. "And maybe... we can get our kicks?"

"At the Ritz?" Sara giggled, looking at her teammate. "How did you know?"

"You think you are the only one who watched old fashion dancers?" Ray responded, smiling.

"You two are," Rip interjected, right before Mick could. "But... as long as we don't screw anything up... I guess we can give it a try."

Mick grumbled something, Ray smiled widely, and Sara clapped like a little girl. Leonard rolled his eyes, and Kendra merely smiled. Jax, Stein, and Rip just glanced at each other.

"Right, let's move along then," said Rip. The team then moved forward to the building, and entered slowly.

The dancers stopped dancing.

The pianist stopped playing.

The people stopped talking.

Then, after about five long seconds of awkwardness, everyone resumed their activities. The Legends would later say that those were their most awkward seconds ever.

"Well," began Rip, "That was-"

Then, everything around them paused. While they remained free from these "time restraints", everyone else paused.

"Rip, what the hell's going on?!" Jax screamed.

"I really don't know!" Rip responded.

Suddenly, the entire room came back. Well, sort of. All of the people were gone, all of the entertainers were gone, and it was just a plain old empty building.

"Why do I get the bad feeling a musical number is about to start?" Mick asked. "I hate musical numbers."

"Put a little love in your heart..."

The voice seemingly came out of nowhere. Mick groaned loudly, and joined the team in glancing where the voice was supposedly coming from.

Some random dude, who looked to be in his mid-twenties and in a suit, was singing a little ditty up on the stage.

"-Ah, Legends!" said the man, jumping off stage and in front of the team. "Welcome to my world, Savage said you would be here!"

"Savage sent you?" Martin inquired.

"Yeah... But he told me to kill you straight away. Name is Music Meister, but please call me Darren," Darren said. "And I don't want to do that."

"But what do you want?" Leonard asked. "Cut to the chase, Darren."

"To let you all go through my musical!" Darren exclaimed.

"Shit," Mick muttered.

"But... is there a catch?" Kendra asked.

"Well... just follow the script," said Darren. "If you follow it, you live. If you don't, you kick the bucket in here, and in reality. Deal?"

"Is there any other way to get out?" Rip asked.

"Nope!" Darren said. Suddenly, chairs came up from behind the Legends and sealed them down.

"Oh no," Mick muttered, trying to move and failing, "he's getting ready for a musical number! I HATE MUSICAL NUMBERS!"

As predicted, Darren repeated his words which he had said before, before breaking out into song and dance. A bunch of dudes they knew in tuxes and girls, who they also knew, in dresses raced out from across the bar corners, and the pianist began to sing. The pianist was Caitlin Snow. She actually had a good singing voice.

Then, the drummer came out.

It was Lisa Snart.

Leonard then rolled his eyes, and continued to tone out the song. The fact his sister was in it was enough to ruin the quarter of a quarter ounce of fun he was having.

About mid-way into the song, Thea Queen stepped onto the center floor and had a small tap dance number, before clicking her heels away into the dancing crowd. Curtis Holt then jumped forward and did a break-dance of sorts (which was funny, considering the dance hadn't even been invented yet.), and this was followed shortly by Felicity Smoak doing a salsa number. Mick was screaming the whole way through, Stein and Rip just didn't care, Kendra and Sara actually were enjoying it, and Ray didn't know what to think, along with Jax and Leonard.

After the song was over, Mick bolted to the trash can and threw up.

"Did you enjoy it?" Darren asked, the dancers making their way back to chatting and sweeping.

"IT SUCKED!" Mick yelled from across the room.

"I actually liked it," Sara said. "Hey, who was that hella cute tap dancer gal? Is her name Thea?"

"Actually, her name is Willa," said Darren, "You should get to know her. She's quite the sweetie."

"Now, how do we get out again?" Kendra asked, while Sara raced off to find Thea, or "Willa".

"Like I said, just follow the script," said Darren.

"Well, ain't that just descriptive as hell," Ray whispered.

Then, as if it was magic, Darren vanished into thin air.

"YES! HE'S GONE!" Mick yelled, returning from the trash can. "I really hated that guy."

"Let's just focus on the task at hand: getting out of here!" Rip said. Suddenly, he started looking around. "Where is Ms. Lance?"

"Chatting with that tapper, Willa," Leonard said, pointing in the direction. The girls seemed to really like each other, as they were giggling and faint "absolutely"s could be heard.

"Sara!" Rip called.

"Hold on Willa," Sara said, before walking over to her team. "What now Rip?"

"We must continue with the script," Rip said. "Or we will die. Were you not made aware of this?"

"Oh come on," Sara said. "She's so sweet! Plus, time as we know is frozen. We aren't damaging anything."

The Legends, without even waiting, dispersed from Rip's presence. Ray and Stein went to the food bar, Jax went to see this universe's Cisco Ramon, Leonard and Kendra went to see pianist Caitlin, and Sara went back off to chat with Willa. Rip just sat down at a table and pondered life, wishing Gideon was there with him.

However, Willa was caught in a pickle.

A dude and girl stood next to her, and were evidently talking her down, as she looked to be saying "no" and frowning.

"Hey! Assholes!" Sara exclaimed, walking next to Willa. "Leave this girl alone!"

"My name is Sebastian Smythe," said Sebastian, who was Barry Allen in this universe, "and that is my girlfriend, Marley Rose. We don't take orders."

"From anyone," Marley added. Unbeknownst to everyone, this was this world's version of Supergirl.

Both were MUCH nicer in the real world.

"Oh really?" Sara asked, getting in Sebastian's face, "You two can't tap dance as good as her if your lives depended on it."

Sebastian and Marley broke out into hysterical laughter.

"No one tap dances better than us!" Marley said between breaths.

"I'd like to see you try!" Sebastian exclaimed.

Sara then shoved Sebastian backwards (which caused him to fall onto a table), and her feet followed the beat the musicians were playing as she began to tap dance. All of the steps she could remember from her childhood were racing through her head, and she closed her eyes.

Going by a yelp, she thought she stepped on Marley's toe.

And when she was done, she yelled a "Ta-Da!" and did jazz hands with a cute little pose.

Everyone in the building stood up and clapped for her, including the band. She noticed Oliver, Caitlin, Lisa, and Wally West up on stage. Whistles were heard, and people were smiling everywhere. The Legends just stood back in awe (and confusion on Mick's part) of their teammate's tap dancing skills. Sara did a quick curtsy, and let the crowd die down. However, Sebastian stared her dead in the eye.

"You, a dance partner, me, and Marley in the practice room, one hour," he stated firmly, before he and Marley walked off, scoffing.

"Sara! That was amazing!" Willa exclaimed, running up to her.

"Hey, thanks sweetie," Sara said. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Willa, do you wanna dance with me against Sebastian and Marley?"

"Oh, I would love too!" Willa said. "But... They would humiliate you. I don't want that for you."

"Aww, thanks Willa," said Sara. "But who could I dance with now?"

"How about him?" Willa asked, pointing over to the food bar.

She was pointing at Ray, who was currently devouring a doughnut.

"Ray?" Sara said, bewildered. "I don't think he can even dance, much less tap dance."

Willa's face suddenly lit up. "We could teach him!"

Sara then had that same expression adorning her face.

"Yes, yes we could," Sara whispered to herself. "Hey Ray!"

"Yeah Sara?" he asked, bolting over.

"Follow us," she said, pulling him away with Willa following. "We're gonna teach you how to tap dance."

"Wait, what?!" Ray asked. However, the two had already entered the practice room for... well, practice.

"Think he'll survive?" Leonard asked, facing toward the room, after learning this universe's version of Caitlin was named "Amelia".

"Three minutes," Kendra said. "Tops."

This forced a smirk onto Leonard's face.

So, it was time. Mick had gone to "take a shit", and Jax had gone to "rinse his hands". Martin and Rip were at the food bar. Sara was prepped and warming up, and Willa was explaining tap terms to Ray. Sebastian and Marley had yet to arrive, and Kendra was playing the piano.

However, as Leonard made a move to escape, Kendra grabbed his hand.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Stay with me," she said, puppy eyes forming. "Help me."

"How could I possibly do that?" he asked.

"By standing next to me," she said. "Please?"

Leonard paused for a moment, before leaning on the piano's side. "I'm only paying attention to you."

"All I needed," Kendra said, smiling warmly.

"You two ready to show these dorks how we tap around here?" Willa asked Sara and Ray.

"You bet your ankles I am," Sara chuckled, earning herself a high-five from Willa.

"Y-Yeah!" Ray said, offering a thumbs up. Suddenly, Sebastian and Marley walked in, their shoes clicking against the floor.

"Let's get this crap over with," Sebastian said.

"For once, we think alike, Smythe," said Leonard. Kendra gave him a stink-eye.

"Alrighty then!" Darren suddenly jumped out of nowhere, earning a squeal from Kendra. "Here are the rules: Don't copy routine pieces, have fun, and most of all... keep in rhythm, dammit! I'll be judging who dances better. Loser... uh... I don't know, and give less than zero craps about it. Now, DANCE!"

So, by an unspoken rule, Sebastian and Marley went first. According to Sara, they did "okay". However, when they were done, and Darren had congratulated them, she whispered her true thoughts to Ray and Willa.

"The most complex thing they did were pullbacks, I could do that in my sleep." Sara muttered as she whipped a piece of hair out of her face.

"Knock em dead you two," Willa whispered, patting Sara on her shoulder.

"I don't know if we can," Ray muttered.

However, since their lives depended on this dance, they stepped forward to center floor.

"Ready?" Kendra asked, setting her fingers on the keys.

"Nope," said Ray.

"Lets tap dance," Sara said. "God it feels good to feel like a little girl again."

She gave a quick nod in Kendra's direction, and the immortal woman started pressing the keys. Leonard was trying his hardest not to look in direction of Sara and Ray for his sanity's sake, but it might have been worth it to A. see Kendra shredding that piano, and B. to see Sebastian and Marley's faces.

Ray began to sing first, and let Sara do the tapping since he was basically going to pull the same moves. Kendra began to play "You're The One That I Want", since what she could remember from the choreography was that the beats were similar.

I got chills
They're multiplying
And I'm losing control
'Cause the power you're supplying
It's electrifying!

Then, Ray gulped, and move forward to take Sara's place on the dance floor. Surprisingly, the steps seemed to just enter his mind magically.

You better shape up
'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart I must be true
Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do

Then, Sara shuffled back to his side, and took his hand as the two sang and danced the chorus together. Willa and Kendra looked to be having a blast, Leonard was only looking at the hateful faces of Sebastian and Marley, and Darren was pleasantly surprised.

You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed

Sara then took over the vocal section, while Ray continued dancing like he was Sammy Davis Jr. Darren. He looked to be enjoying himself, believe it or not.

If you're filled
With affection
You're too shy to convey
Meditate in my direction
Feel your way

Ray then took his final song solo section, and Sara displayed footwork like never before as they took their last solo sections.

I better shape up
'Cause you need a man
I need a man
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up
If I'm gonna prove
You better prove
That my faith is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside

Finally, the two linked arms as they danced and sang alongside each other for the chorus.

You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed!

Kendra hit those sweet, ever-lasting final notes as Sara and Ray struck a pose in their final seconds of song and dance. Kendra and Willa ecstatically clapped for them, Sebastian and Marley scowled, and Leonard wasn't paying attention. Darren, however, stood up.

"Well, my my my, I expected you both to stink," he said. "But hot damn was I wrong. You two win!"

Sara and Ray breathed a sigh of relief, Sebastian and Marley scowled as they stormed out, Kendra and Willa were clapping once more, and Leonard continued to not pay attention.

"Well, guess we better be going," Sara said.

"Damn, what did Mick eat to take him that long?" Ray muttered.

"One can only wonder," Leonard said.

"Man, I'm sorry, but that stuff on my hands just wouldn't come off!" Jax exclaimed.

"And I needed to take a shit," Mick said. "I don't apologize for it either."

"Of course you do not," Martin muttered.

"Holy crap," Willa, who had been with Sara and towing along with the Legends, whispered. "Look."

She pointed towards the stage, where the musicians had been arranged. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Caitlin/"Amelia" was on backup vocals and piano, Oliver/"Roger" was on bass, Wally/"Conner" was on accordion (I don't know how this happened.), and Lisa/"Tonya" was on drums.

But then...

This universe's version of Leonard Snart stepped up to center mic.

"Holy shit..." Kendra muttered.

"Is this universe's Snart gonna sing?" Sara murmured.

"They won't take me, I guarantee it!" Mick yelled.

"Wonder how this'll turn out," Rip sighed, taking his seat with Ray and Martin. Kendra, Leonard, Jax, and Mick were at a table, and Willa was with Sara at another.

"Well, ladies and gents, have we got a treat for you!" "Leonard" shouted. "Hit it band."

Conner began to shred on his accordion as Amelia began to play the piano. Leonard-2 then began to sing an old-fashioned swing song, and Roger looked to not be having the time of his life. Tonya then joined in, looking at least fifty two times more happy than the other band members, and most of them were cheery.

But, according to the Legends, Leonard's singing voice was beautiful.

Granted, it wasn't real Leonard, but it was close enough.

"I didn't know you could sing," Kendra whispered to him.

"Me neither," Leonard said.

However, his song was abruptly cut to a halt, and this entire reality itself. All except for Willa were gone. Everyone looked around, but Darren stepped forward.

"Well well well, you all have completed the script! And you didn't die! Congratulations!"

"YES! FINALLY! PRAISE THE LORD!" Mick yelled, jumping up and down in excitement of getting out of a hell with no fire.

"How do we get out?" Martin asked.

"Go through that exit door over there," said Darren, pointing to a door in the back.

Everyone bolted for the door, eager to get out and stop Savage. Sara, however, stood back a moment.

"Goodbye Willa," she said, a sad smile on her face.

"See ya later, Sara," Willa said, a similar expression adorning her face. "Until next time."

Sara smiled back, and exited with the other remaining Legends.

The front door turned out to be the exit, and it was now dark out. Rip was burying his hand into his forehead.

"HOW?! HOW?!"

"How what?" Sara asked.

"Darren apparently sped up time, and we were left in there for nine hours," said Leonard.

"I knew that son of a bitch had something wrong with him," Mick muttered.

"However, he did leave this on the door," said Rip.

The note read May 12, 1256 B.C.

"Looks like we're headed to ancient Egypt," Rip muttered.

"At long last!" Martin exclaimed. "I have always wanted to see the Egyptian empire!"

"I lived it," Kendra muttered underneath her breath.

"And you probably looked good while doing it," Leonard whispered to himself.

However, Kendra heard this.

She smiled.

There may be hope after all.

Wow... I think this'll go over 4,000 words. I hope that makes up for a year of absence... I'M SO SORRY!

Expect an update within the next two weeks! :)