Hello again, thanks for the comments!

I started writing this evening, and I got distracted with Buzzfeed videos... So here comes a chapter part one... Couldn't finish all of it tonight... Sorry...

Even after three months of healing, dashing through time caused him discomfort. Okay, time travelling caused everyone discomfort, but in his case it affected his leg too.

At first the pain had been crippling, like if someone took an old, rusted and dull blade, and started carving and hacking away on his muscles and all. All that even when his leg was secured in a cast, and didn't move an inch… During that period, he used about half an hour to recover from time jumps... And there was no way in hell he was going to leave his seat in the commando room before those 30 or so minutes passed. No sir… He would have passed out immediately…

Rip had been so kind to make a foot rest for him. It was connected to his seat, and made it possible for him to literally strap his leg down so it wouldn't move at all. That way there were no way he would re-injure his leg during flight, and he would only have to deal with the pain the shift of time caused him. Which honestly was more than enough…

Then, when his leg healed a bit and he felt almost comfortable with hobbling around on his crutches, the pain dulled down to just agonizing. Where he could move right after travelling through time, but it made him want to puke.

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Now he was almost done healing, and in less than a month, he should be able to throw away his crutches.

"Gideon, plot a route for New York. Autumn 1999."

"Are you crazy?" Mick bit out, "That's more than 200 years ahead of us!"

"Yes, I know we are in 1775… Your point Mr. Rory?"

"Remember the guy hopping around on crutches? Remember how he gets when we jump more than a decade or two?"

Rip grimaced as he recalled the last time, when they jumped 54 years. Len had been gripping the security bar so hard, his knuckles turned white.

"We'll ask Mr. Snart then…"

"You and me both know that he'll say it'll be fine!" Mick growled at the Englishman.

Rip looked ashamed as he nodded in agreement. He knew all too well that Leonard would sacrifice his own comfort for just about anything. It didn't matter that he still thought of himself as a criminal, because one of Len's fundamental settings was taking care of the people he cared about. And even though he probably wouldn't admit to it, he cared a lot about his fellow legends. He also cared a lot about their mission, and he didn't want to delay them in any way. Not that a few stops on the way would make a world of difference to them… They were travelling with a freaking time travelling ship…

"You're right, Rory..." Rip ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I know I am." Mick rumbled, "How many stops can we make up a cover story for?"

"I have already announced where we're going next, Leonard was in the room…" Rip bit his lower lip as he tried to find a way around it, "He's going to know that something is up if we stop too many times…"

"If we stop too many times? He'll probably know if we stop just one extra time without a good story for it!" Mick announced as he stared hard at the smaller man.

"You sure?"

"He's smart…" Mick reminded him.

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Twenty minutes later, the whole team was gathered in the control room. Len had already placed himself in his chair, and was currently lifting his braced leg up onto the leg rest. Gideon would probably frown upon the fact that he lifted his leg up by grabbing hold of the brace itself and guided his leg on top of the custom-made leg rest.

"We have to make a stop in 1883."

Leonard brought his hands up in front of him, and glared intensely at Rip.

"Why…?"

"There is an artifact we need there…" Rip explained. "And it might be crucial to what we're about to do in 1999."

"M'kay…" Leonard answered not completely trusting their captain. "But shouldn't we get going? As far as I know, we're only getting older…"

Rip chuckled, and Len looked confused back at the man.

"What?" he demanded.

"You know how we re-generated your arm some time ago?"

Len nodded.

"That works with age too… And most other injuries…"

"Then why the hell am I hopping around relying on those crutches?" he stared harshly at the Englishman.

"Your knee was already damaged before our journey started…"

"And the wound from the bullet which crashed through my leg?"

Rip looked around the room as if to search for the answer, like it would be hidden in a bookshelf or something.

"That was mainly to make sure you remembered not to move too much. Besides, Gideon knew that would heal up nicely."

Leonard scowled at Rip, then he glanced down at his leg. It was true, the GSW had healed beyond what he himself had expected, but the knee was still a bit on the weak side.

"So, when this is done… When I'm finished healing…"

"Then Gideon will make another scan of you, and she will tie those scans together…"

"Why not just use the new one?"

"Just thought you would prefer to have a younger body to go back to…"

"That sounds so weird…"

"Can you guess how old I am?" the Englishman suddenly asked, a smug grin on his face.

"Up until a few seconds ago I'd say 30-35…"

"I was 33 when I had my body saved for those purposes…"

"And?"

"If I'm not mistaken that is almost 40 years ago if you count the days spent time travelling."

"40 years, 5 months, 2 weeks and a day to be exact…" Gideon chimed in out of nowhere.

"So technically, Grey isn't the oldest one…?" Jax asked a bit confused, "Damn, my head hurts…"

"Technically…" Rip agreed, "Strap yourselves in, we have to get going…"

"We're going to talk about this when I'm all healed…" Len threatened with a sideways glare to the apparently 70-something year old Englishman.

"Oh, I bet we will…" Rip replied with a smirk.

I feel like that technology could do that, but that it's limited who can use it... Like, if it's only for time travellers or something... IDK...