"Well, she swore the computer to secrecy." Mick declared as he walked into a room at the back of the ship that had been dubbed "The Workshop." Ray was currently in there, tinkering with his suite. They had stayed in the temporal zone for almost a month after the incident in 1960 to allow Sara to work some more with Kendra and Ray to repair his suit. It was mostly repaired at this point, but that didn't stop the childlike scientist from wanting to improve it.

"Are you kidding me?" He demanded but Mick shook his head,

"Gideon won't tell a soul," he confirmed.

"I also advised Mr. Rory that if he desire's to know the details of Ms. Lance's personal life he should simply ask her." Gideon chimed in, as usual her voice was cheery but it still sounded as though she were reprimanding the two of them.

"Any luck on your end?" The former bounty hunter asked, completely ignoring Gideon, Ray shook his head.

"Kendra won't talk either, she basically said the same thing as Gideon." He admitted, "Also, I thought I was the computer genius around here but apparently Sara's a lot better than she lets on." He said,

"What do you mean?" Mick asked in confusion,

"Well when Kendra wouldn't tell me, I tried looking up the security footage-"

"Rip has camera's in our rooms?" Mick interrupted but Ray ignored his question.

"Sara deleted the footage of her conversation with Kendra. Next I tried the footage from the med bay for when Sara had fainted, she deleted that too." He confessed. Mick's face was growing more and more suspicious by the minute and Ray honestly couldn't tell if the man was still following or not. "Now I did find one more hole in the footage, there's an entire hour missing from the med bay recordings and it starts when Sara was crying." He said and gave Mick a minute to process that.

"She went back to the med bay?" He asked and Ray nodded,

"She must have," he said and so Mick turned on his heel.

"Come on," he called over his shoulder as Ray hurriedly followed him out of the workshop.

"Where are we going?" He asked once he caught up, Mick smirked.

"The number one rule of being a thief: leave everything EXACTLY how you found it." He replied as the two of them entered the med bay. "Sara may be a top notch assassin, but she's no thief." He continued,

"Mick, she sponged all the security records, she knows how to cover her tracks." Ray argued, very skeptical about the chances that the girls had left something out of place yesterday.

"Do you have a better idea?" Mick asked and of course Ray didn't have a better idea, but that didn't stop him from taking a few seconds to try and think of one.

"Couldn't hurt to look," he finally agreed.

They walked inside and at first, and second, glance everything looked to be normal.

"Do you think maybe she just needed another IV?" Ray asked but Mick shook his head.

"What for?" He asked, "She was asleep when we went down to the brig and according to you she came back here an hour later, and before that all she was doing was crying. What would she need another IV for?" He questioned, slightly surprising Ray with his logic. "Besides, there's only one in the trash." He added at the end.

"Then what do you think they were doing in here?" Ray asked as he scanned over the medicine rack, "Because everything's here that's supposed to be." He continued but Mick didn't respond, instead he set to inspecting the chair.

They looked around in silence for a few minutes, and Ray was about to suggest giving up the search of the med bay because he was down to glancing over the machines that they never use. But instead of calling it quits he stopped and looked a little closer, because something was indeed out of place. With a puzzled face he reached onto the rack of, of all things, the ultrasound machine and picked up the tube of gel. They've never used the machine, not even once, so the gel should have been sealed shut.

But it wasn't.

It was a container that resembled a tube of toothpaste and was creased just a tiny bit on the end, almost as if it had been squeezed recently. Upon popping off the cap Ray found that it indeed was open, and little bits of excess gel were still freshly stuck on the rim.

"Hey Mick," Ray said, gaining the attention of his teammate. He looked over his shoulder almost in panic, but Mick didn't seem to understand the urgency of it.

"They use that?" He finally asked and Ray nodded,

"It's an ultrasound machine." He explained, and without another word being said the two of them were dragging out the large piece of technology.

"So which one of them is pregnant?" Mick asked as Ray fired up the machine, he's fully aware that Sara was the one crying but at the same time it's far more likely that Kendra's the one expecting a baby considering she and Ray are obviously a couple.

"Neither of them is pregnant," Ray deadpanned with an incredulous and almost offended look. "They were probably scanning for something with Sara's internal organs," he said, now realizing that when he'd seen Sara crying it very easily could've been that she was in a lot of pain.

"Can you figure out what?" Mick asked and Ray gave a cocky grin.

"This is a computer, meaning it has memory, meaning of course I…can." He trailed off in shock, because he was working the whole time he was talking and now the image that was dated as having been taking during the time missing from the med bay's security was displayed on the screen.

"What am I looking at?" Mick questioned, looking over Ray's shoulder at the fuzzy image on the screen that didn't look like much of anything to him, but it had apparently been enough to shut Palmer's big brain off.

With a shaky hand Ray pointed to the bottom left hand corner of the screen, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

"This," he finally said, now gesturing to the picture in it's entirety. "This is Sara's uterus," he explained and Mick raised an eyebrow at him.

"And they were looking at this why?" He asked, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable with looking at the picture himself.

"Because," Ray began, pointing once again to the little blob at the bottom. "That is… um… that's a baby." He stuttered out, Mick's expression now shifting to match his own as he realized that his once sarcastic comment about on of the girl's being pregnant was actually dead on.

"Shit," he finally said in a low and stunned voice, Ray nodded and they just continued to stare at the image. They stared for almost a full minute, before they heard the sound of someone stopping short in the doorway and snapped their heads up, seeing Sara standing there and mirroring a shock that almost matched their own.

The three stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The boys staring at Sara and Sara staring back, all of them unable to come up with something to say. Ray was the first to break eye contact, glancing down at the blonde woman's flat stomach and when he did Mick saw the little hitch of breath in Sara's throat.

"Sara," the arsonist finally said in a low and what he hoped was soft voice, but she nearly shrank back at the sound.

Ray was walking towards her now, slowly, as though he were approaching a wounded animal.

"I came to erase the memory on that… I forgot it-" Ray cut Sara off, and he did so by wrapping his arms around her and engulfing her in a hug. Mick half expected her to shove him off, but instead she only tensed for a second before she wound her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. The two of them didn't stay in their embrace long before Sara broke it by gently pulling away and looking to both men with a serious face.

"Can you guys please not tell anyone?" She requested, hoping that they would be as understanding as Kendra.

"Of course," Ray readily agreed, but Mick's hard face made it clear that he was going to be a little harder to convince.

"No offence Blondie but it can't be safe for you to be making time jumps, Rip has to know." He deadpanned, normally Mick is one of the last people to listen to the captain but after all the time he spent as Chronos he knows a thing or two about the effects of time travel, and while pregnancy may not have been extensively covered in his training he's certain it's not a good idea for Sara to be time jumping.

"I already made a deal with Gideon; we agreed that as long as I take my vitamins, don't drink, don't smoke, and yaddah yaddah yaddah, I have until the end of my first trimester to tell Rip before she does." She explained before sighing and shoving her hands nervously into her pockets, "Which believe me I'm probably going to have to anyway because it won't be long after that it's noticeable." She continued and despite the fact that she hadn't wanted anyone knowing about this Mick swore he saw a ghost of a smile playing across her lips.

"Which will be when exactly?" Ray asked nervously, Sara looked thoughtful for a second as she did some quick math in her head.

"About four and a half weeks," she replied, Ray and Mick were both surprised to hear that it would be so soon.

"Who-?"

"I'm not telling," she was quick to cut Ray off, and he nodded acceptingly, knowing he was lucky she'd let him survive despite his snooping so far.

"Well if you need anything, you know where to find me." He said as he walked past her, still very surprised by all that had just transpired.

"Thank you," she said as he left the med bay, he nodded and then continued on his way.

This left her alone with Mick, and when she turned back to face him he was smirking at her with an amused gleam in his eye.

"You're not gonna pester me?" She questioned and he chuckled before taking a step closer to her.

"Oh I already know its Snart's." He said and she hoped that the panic that flashed through her mind wasn't evident on her face. "You were gone for two years, so unless you had a thing with a guy in the league and had some fun right before you left, or maybe even hooked up with someone during your little disappearing act in the old west. But I doubt you did much dating when you were in the 50's, and Kendra disappeared with you in the old west." He deduced and honestly if the situation weren't so serious Sara would've been impressed with him.

"Mick," She said his name seriously, looking up to meet his eyes. "Please don't say anything, to anyone." She pleaded, she may not know how to tell Leonard just yet but she certainly doesn't want him finding out from someone else.

"Don't worry, I wont." Mick assured her and with that he patted her on the shoulder and headed out of the med bay, leaving her alone to wonder just how long it was going to take for Ray to spill the beans to someone.

They spent that night where they were in the middle ages, making a plan for the following night. According to Rip the timeline was beginning to set with their past selves removed from it and this is the last place in the past that Gideon currently knows for sure Vandal Savage is hiding, meaning that if they don't succeed in killing him here they'll have no choice but to go to 2166.

"Just one problem, we can't kill him without something from ancient Egypt." Jax pointed out as they all sat around the bar in the kitchen eating dinner.

"Lucky for us we're in a time before Savage had the dagger, it was property to a local curator and we are going to steal it tomorrow." Rip explained and Len smirked,

"Shouldn't be too hard," he said,

"I doubt it will be," Rip agreed. "Sneaking into the royal palace where Savage is an advisor and murdering him, that might be a little more difficult." He admitted,

"Well do we have a plan?" Mick asked, with his mouth full of course.

"Well stealing the knife will be simple, tomorrow afternoon you and Mr. Snart will employ whatever methods it is that you use to steal the dagger from the shopkeeper during the day, and once that is done we'll go over the plan for murdering Savage." Rip explained,

"Why can't we just go over it now?" Kendra questioned and the captain sighed.

"Because with this group everything that can go wrong will and I don't like to jinx myself." He excused but Sara saw right through it.

"You don't have a plan yet, do you?" She asked and when Rip's face fell it was all the confirmation she needed.

"Remind me again why we signed on with this guy?" Snart asked with a roll of his eyes.

When Sara woke up in the morning, something was off. She felt nauseous, but then again she always felt nauseous in the mornings and not because of being pregnant. She had felt nauseous more or less every morning since being revived by the pit, but it usually passed after a few minutes. This though, this was more than her usual upset stomach. This wasn't slowly waking up and then having the sensation hit her, no this was her eyes snapping open as last night's supper lurched violently inside of her. Her brain was practically on autopilot as she sprung out of bed and raced to her door, one hand slamming against the scanner to open it while the other covered her mouth as if it would be of any use. Once out in the hall she practically flew to the bathroom and thanked god that the door there was open.

"Hey!" Jax called as she sped inside, he was standing at the sink and brushing his teeth but she paid only enough attention to avoid crashing into him. Besides, he stopped caring that she had raced into an occupied bathroom when she hit her knees in front of the toilet and began emptying the contents of her stomach. "Oh man," he said quietly, suddenly torn between leaving to give Sara some privacy and staying to help her in some way.

Sara could not have cared less about what Jax did if she tried; it was the last thing she was focused on. Instead she was trying to ignore the sight of half digested pasta and what looked to be the remnants of a few meatballs that greeted her first thing in the morning. The bile it was mixed with left a sour taste in her mouth and after a solid minute of puking she lifted her head up and greedily sucked in a breath of fresh, or at least untainted by the smell of the toilet, air before the urge to vomit hit her again and she obeyed. She was holding her hair rather haphazardly to the side with one hand while the other hand gripped the toilet bowl, until Jax finally decided to stop staring and do something that is. Admittedly she was so focused on getting sick that she didn't even notice he was approaching until he had his hands in her hair. She didn't let go, because no offence to Jax but he wasn't holding it right. His hands were kind of just barely under her hair. She couldn't blame him, it's not like he's ever had a reason to deal with long hair before. When she finally finished, for now at least, she began to lean back and Jax let go of her hair stepped to the side of her.

"Um…?" He trailed off as she leaned against the tub and caught her breath, unsure of how to phrase his question.

"I'm fine," she panted, "My body is still getting back on track from being in the pit, every so often it forgets it can hold food down." It wasn't a complete lie, although she had never thrown up because of the after effects of the pit. Still, Jax seemed to buy it.

"Are you… are you going to be ok?" He asked, walking over to the sink and filling up a glass that someone had left there with water before passing it to her.

"Yeah," she panted with a grateful smile as she reached her hand out for the water, not caring about whoever used the glass last. Despite wanting nothing more than to chug it and get the taste of bile out of her mouth, she drank in slow and small gulps as so to avoid making herself sick all over again. "Sorry if I scared you," she said before getting to her feet.

"It's cool, um, you gonna be ok if Rip puts you on the mission tonight?" Jax questioned but Sara just smiled at him.

"Yes, I'll be perfectly fine." She assured him and so with a nod he left the bathroom, leaving her alone as her face fell and she sighed nervously.

"I hope," she murmured, subconsciously resting her hand on her still flat belly.