When morning came the air in the Snart/Lance apartment was just as heavy as it had been the night before, if not more so. Leonard woke up first, although to be fair he hadn't done much sleeping. He lay there with Sara for a few minutes, watching her sleep and slightly envying how peaceful she looked. But he soon grew restless and so he got up and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Leonard isn't the best cook, but then again he isn't the worst cook either. Now with that being said today probably wasn't one of his better days cooking wise, or in general for that matter. After he ruined two pancakes (burned one and dropped the other) he decided just to make some coffee and set out two bowls and a box of cereal. Just as he finished with this Sara came out and so the two ate in silence before she excused herself to go call her doctor and cancel her appointment for later today.

Once she was gone, Snart remained in his seat at the counter, mindlessly swishing the coffee that remained in his mug around in small circles; thinking about some old times.

"It's called coffee kid," Mick snapped, handing Leonard the hot paper cup. Mick had been released from Juvie just a week shy of his eighteenth birthday and was yet to go to real prison, but then again it had only been a little over a month. Leonard had just been released today and so rather than make the kid walk home for three hours on the side of the freeway Mick just went and got him, in a stolen truck of course.

"I know what it is," The kid snapped

"Then what's the problem? Sixteen years on this earth and you've never had coffee?" Mick asked but he wasn't really expecting the embarrassed look on the kid's face at the question. "You're kidding," he stated in disbelief, "I've seen you completely wasted, but you've never had coffee?" He demanded and Leonard shrugged.

"Never came up," he excused before taking a long sip of the hot beverage his friend had given him, before promptly spitting it out at the unpleasantly bitter taste. "This stuff is awful!" He grimaced,

"That's what you said about the whiskey at first," Mick reminded him, "You've just got to get used to it." He said and although it made him gag again Len did in fact take another sip of the black coffee.

Len smirked to himself at the memory, still moving what was left of his black coffee around in circles inside the mug. Mick had been wrong about getting used to it, to this day Leonard still hates black coffee. He needs to put a little bit of milk in it, something to curb the bitter taste just a little. But that being said there are some days like today where he would rather just suck it up and drink the coffee black. So that's what he did and then he went to get ready for the funeral.

"Out of all the stupid things you could've done, you answered your phone." Mick reprimanded Ray while the two of them were sitting in their holding cell at the CCPD. Ray had just been led into the cell following his phone call with Sara and had informed Mick that she and Leonard were already on their way to get them.

"Well I mean, at least I didn't run a red light." He joked but Mick wasn't amused.

"So why were you in that car anyway?" The hothead finally asked,

"Because the mission isn't over," Ray said,

"Hunter was pretty clear," Mick pointed out but Ray wouldn't hear of it.

"Rip can't defeat Savage without us, and besides we have to find Kendra. We need to get him back here," he proposed and Mick did seem to think on it for a minute before turning to the tech genius.

"How would we do that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, Ray smiled in victory at getting him signed on.

"I might have something that will do the trick,"

Ray shook the memory away as he stood in his room of the Waverider, getting ready for the memorial. It was that along with the memories of Russia and the Oculus that were haunting him right now, reminding his that it should've been him. He was supposed to have died a long time ago on this mission, that's a fact that isn't lost on him. Mick got him out of Russia, and maybe that was just because he felt like he owed him. But he didn't have to take his place at the Oculus, or the War World. He should've shut down the power core, so what if it would've killed him? But instead he opted to listen to Rex and his warnings that in his timeline he did in fact die taking out the power core of the War World, and as a result a chain of events was set off that resulted in the deaths of Laurel, followed by Oliver, Firestorm, and other heroes who weren't familiar to Ray. Initially he thought Rex might be crazy, how could his death have such deep effects on people whom he doesn't even know? Regardless, Mick Rory was not on that list of people who were supposed to die. But with so many lives on the line Ray had listened to the man from the future about finding another way to destroy the War World, and now he was regretting it.

To say that Rex felt any less guilty about changing the future so drastically would've been a bull faced lie, and to say he hadn't known this would happen would be the same.

"You're out of your mind," he accused Mick Rory, AKA Heat Wave, when he came to him and asked him to go to the past and stop any of this madness before it starts.

"True, but I'm still right." The pyromaniac insisted, folding his arms across his chest and staring the other man down.

"Except for you expect the original team to head a warning of death," Rex scoffed,

"That's plan A," Mick clarified, acknowledging that the chances the original team would get it through their thick skulls that they should get as far away from the Waverider while they still could were very, very low. "Plan B is to stop Raymond from blowing up the War World," He declared and Rex simply scoffed again.

"And let Mongul destroy the Earth?" He questioned but when Mick began walking closer to him with that trademark growl of his Rex knew that he needed to stop pointing out every flaw he found in this plan, because Mick had already thought of them.

"I said stop Raymond from blowing it up, there's one other way to blow it up and get everyone out." He said and Rex knew what he was talking about, it's not like this was the first time they've had this conversation after all.

"It won't work, you'll die." He insisted but Mick shook his head.

"I've survived two rounds of conditioning by the Time Masters, the shock from that chair is nothing but a tickle." He insisted, "As for the explosion…" he trailed off as he handed Rex a silver, bracelet looking device. "Let's hope the chess club knows what they're doing."

Rex sighed as he finished getting dressed and pulled himself out of the memory. So far Mick's plan seemed to have only half worked, and all he could do was pray that the other half was coming.

When Lisa got to S.T.A.R. Labs that morning she was thrilled to see her brother, running up and throwing her arms around his neck in relief that he was alive

But something was off.

He was stiffer than she had expected of him, like he was just going through the motions of hugging her. When she pulled away she noticed that his face did indeed look very haunted, like things weren't as good as they seemed.

"Lenny, what's wrong?" She asked but instead of answering her he turned around to Cisco and Barry, who Lisa now noticed were looking just as troubled.

"You didn't tell her?" He asked them and Barry shook his head,

"We figured you would want to," Cisco replied and Len nodded gratefully before turning back to his sister, who looked utterly scared and confused.

"Tell me what? What's going on?" She asked, a desperate smile overtaking her face because she could feel the tension sitting heavily in the room and she so badly wanted to laugh.

She wanted this, whatever this was, to all be a dream. She wanted today to be what it was supposed to be, her showing up to and trailing behind Cisco like a shadow as they all waited for Sara to come in after her appointment and tell them whether the baby is going to be a boy or a girl. She wanted to collect her winnings from Cisco because he is convinced that the baby is going to be a girl, so naturally she bet on boy just for the sake of making the bet. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew that she didn't like it.

"Something happened yesterday Lisa," Len finally said, his face grave like it had been when their grandfather passed away.

"You're scaring me Lenny," she told him, "What happened? Are you ok? Is Sara ok? The baby?" She was starting to panic now, she had heard all about Sara's miscarriage scare in the beginning of her pregnancy and now she was wondering if she had been wrong about the baby kicking. What if it was something else? Something bad?

"We're fine Lisa," Len confirmed before her thoughts could continue down that dark rode. "Sara's fine and so is the baby, and so am I." He added but he still looked like he was barely holding himself together.

"Then I don't understand, what's wrong?" She asked and her brother sighed, mentally telling himself that it was now or never.

"We went on the mission yesterday, but Mick didn't make it home." He spit it out and Lisa's response was to cover her gaping mouth with one hand.

If Lenny were here he probably would've killed Mick. But instead he's out on a job with their father and so he brought Lisa to his and Mick's hideout so that his best friend could watch her. She was ok with that arrangement, excited even. She'd take staying in Lenny and Mick's hideout over staying in her own house where her father would inevitably return any day; well maybe not any day.

Mick had decided to watch a movie after she went to bed, but naturally she couldn't sleep and had insisted on watching with him. She didn't catch the name of it, but it involved a Werewolf and more than few dead bodies. Mick didn't seem to care much for it, having fallen asleep on the couch halfway through, but it was petrifying to Lisa's eight-year-old mind. Once the movie ended she had scampered off the couch and went and tucked herself back into her sleeping bag, and she had been lying there in a fearfully cold sweat ever since.

Finally Lisa just couldn't take it anymore, her father may punish her harshly for bothering him with her nightmares but Lenny is always so nice about it; so with the score for understanding adults in her life tied at one and one she took her chances and hoped that Mick would break the tie the way she wanted him to. She crawled out of her sleeping bag and tiptoed over to the couch, admittedly still not entirely sure if this was a good idea out not. But regardless her nightmares were not going away and so she reached up and began shaking Mick's limp arm.

"Mick, Mick." She whispered and after a few minutes of that he grunted awake.

"What is it kid?" He asked groggily, barely awake enough to notice that Lisa suddenly looked very guilty and very unsure of herself.

"Um… uh... I uh…"

"Spit it out squirt," Mick interrupted her, not that there was much to interrupt.

"Are, are Werewolves real?" She finally asked and it was written all over his face that Mick had no idea what to make of that question or the complete seriousness of it.

"No," he answered simply, putting his head back down to go back to sleep but Lisa didn't move from her spot.

"Are you sure?" She asked,

"Yes," He answered, not even opening his eyes this time.

"But how do you know?" She questioned and this time Mick looked t her again with a sigh.

"Because I've never seen a Werewolf," he told her but she looked far from convinced.

"Well I've never seen an alligator but those are real," she countered and he actually huffed out a laugh at that, if he ever needed proof that she's Snart's sister the unique brand of sarcasm that they share should suffice.

"Fair point kid," he said,

"So does that mean they are real?" She nearly cried and if he weren't using his elbow to prop himself up Mick would've face palmed.

"Look kid, Werewolves aren't real. Neither are vampires, ghosts, zombies, or any other monsters like that. Capiche?" He asked her and she nodded,

"Mick?" She asked again before he could even think about going back to sleep.

"Yeah kid?" He asked only for her to begin twiddling her thumbs nervously,

"Can I… can I sleep with you?" She asked and so with a sigh Mick nodded, smirking a little as Lisa's face lit up like she was the happiest kid in the world and she clamored her way onto the couch.

It was a small couch, not exactly big enough for the two of them, but Lisa solved that problem quickly by lying herself down on top of her babysitter. Mick groaned at first in response to the new weight on his chest and stomach, she really was getting too big to lie on him like this. But nevertheless he adjusted himself to deal with it and although he didn't sleep at all that night Lisa slept soundly.

The Snart siblings were raised not to show love and that such a thing is a weakness, despite knowing better it's etched into their souls. But that didn't stop Leonard from grabbing his sister in a hug after telling her about Mick. He told her how it happened, about the funeral later, and how he died a hero.

The funeral for Mick Rory was not unlike the one the team had held at the beginning of their journey for Carter and Aldus. They found a quiet place to bury the empty casket they had instructed Gideon to fabricate for the ceremony. They contemplated placing the heat gun inside but they ultimately decided to store it away in the weapons room of the Waverider, it just felt wrong to bury the gun as if it were a substitute for it's owner. Len thought that he was going to be sick carrying the casket, and certainly wasn't due to the combination of the stiff suit and late afternoon heat. But he held it together until the last pile of dirt was dropped over the casket and Rip asked if anyone would like to speak. Just about everyone turned to Leonard but he shook his head, he knew he couldn't give speech without choking up.

"Right then, I'll say something." Rip quickly continued and so when all eyes shifted to him he looked to the hollow grave. "When I set out on this mission my plans never included Mr. Rory." He confessed, "I needed the help of a thief who could think his way out of any predicament, and Mr. Snart fit the bill better than anyone else I could find. But there was a catch; Mr. Snart lived by a code to never leave anyone behind, especially his partner. So I recruited Mr. Rory as well," Len was eyeing Rip curiously by now; he hadn't known any of this. "I told this to Mick once, when we were being held hostage by time pirates. I then proceeded to insult him, saying that he had the IQ of meat." He confessed, everyone except for Jax looked both shocked and angry, and Jax just looked angry. "I pushed him into betrayal and into life as Chronos, a life that was undoubtedly filled with pain. But in the end, when he died, he died fighting under my command. I underestimated him greatly, and he was twice the man that I will ever be." He concluded,

"Well I could've told you that," A teasing and gravelly voice came from behind the group. All at once the entire group turned to see, of all people, Mick making his way through the trees.

"So let me get this straight?" Mick asked after Rex had shown up at his door and proceeded to tell him everything that was supposed to happen tomorrow, something quite unusual for a man who is normally more worried about the timeline than even Rip. "Haircut is going to die tomorrow, he's going to take Laurel with him. Queen will be in a tough spot a few weeks later and because he doesn't have her to bail him out he'll die, and it just spirals from there. So to stop it, you want me to die?" He asked and Rex started frantically shaking his hands and head in a no-like gesture.

"No, FAKE your death." He clarified,

"How?" Mick asked only for his newest teammate to hold out what looked like a bracelet.

"This is Felicity, Curtis, and Cisco's experimental teleporter. It can't shrink with Ray, which is why I can't give it to him. Activate it just as the War World blows up and it will lock onto Curtis's signal in 2020. From there it's just a matter of location where the Waverider lands so they can send you back." He explained and Mick thought he understood the plan, actually scratch that, he knew he understood. But the word experimental was still weighing on his mind.

"What are the chances this will work?" He asked and that is where Rex's mood seemed to deflate.

"About 50%," he admitted, "I told you you were out of your mind before you sent me back in time." He said as though he was trying to talk the arsonist out of the mission all over again, and maybe he was. Either way it didn't work; Mick got up and crossed over to him so that he could snatch the bracelet.

"I may be out of my mind, but I trust my own judgment."

To say that the group was speechless, even after Mick explained that he had teleported to 2020 at the last possible second and just now been dropped off by Rip's future self, would've been an understatement. Len was the first to break the silence, however, when he walked over to his old partner and looked him dead in the eye.

"I have half a mind to kill you myself right now and put you in that grave," he said before clasping the other man on the shoulder. "Don't ever do that again," he ordered and Mick smirked, making no promises.

"Well, today was quite the day." Sara muttered when she and Len finally made it home. After discovering Mick was actually alive, and realizing they had gathered all three teams for no good reason, the group had decided to all go back to S.T.A.R. Labs and order a couple pizzas.

"You can say that again," Len agreed.

The two of them were mostly quiet as they changed for bed and Sara was first to flop onto the mattress; followed only a few minutes later by Len.

"But I did get one thing out of Mick's little disappearing act," He said as he draped an arm across her middle and began drawing invisible patterns on her pregnant belly just as he had the night before.

"A reason to murder him?" She joked and he couldn't help but smile,

"Ok, two things." He amended, "No, I realized that it could've been real and it could've been me. So from now on I don't care what hell bent enemies Rip needs help with, I'm done, at least for now." He promised and as much as Sara knew it's normally her style to argue she just couldn't. She was happy to hear this; she didn't want to worry about him again like she had yesterday.

"Good," she giggled as she leaned over to kiss him. "Because it's annoying when you have all the fun," she teased after pulling away and he smirked back at her, and then pulled her in for another kiss.

He kissed her deeply, her responsive moaning only encouraging him more. She moved to kneel before him and he rose with her, never once breaking the kiss. He kept his hands roaming her hips as she leaned further into him, her stomach pressing against his arm as she titled to get a better angle on his mouth. He felt her briefly shiver against him, and not the sexy kind of tremor that comes from pleasure either. He was planning on just continuing on, but she pulled away panting.

"Wait, did you feel that?" She asked,

"Yeah, are you really that cold?" He asked and her face lit up in a bright smile in response.

"Far from it," she promised, "That, Leonard, was your child reminding us what happens when we go too far." She joked and at first he just raised an eyebrow at her and so she sat back on her knees, taking his hand and guiding it to a spot on her stomach where she had felt the movement.

It was only a second before Len felt what he had previously thought was just her muscles twitching, but now he realized it was something very different. This was their baby kicking from inside of Sara, proof that the little thing growing within her stomach was alive. He made him smile brightly and her giggle as if she were a teenager on her first high. He crashed his lips back to hers and kissed her hard before pulling away,

"I love you," he told her and she giggled in reply before pulling him back to her for another kiss, that was all the confirmation she needed to give.