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Episode 4 pt 2: "One bad decision leads to another..."
"My name is Savannah Winters, and I used to be normal, but two years after the particle accelerator exploded I found out I had powers, then I'm suddenly kidnapped by a man who says I'm meant for bigger things, I'm not meant to be just be a hero, I was meant to be a Legend. I am, Trajectory."
Why worry? If you've done the very best you can, worrying won't make it any better.
Location: Forest just outside of Moscow, 1986.
Savannah fiddled with her blue mask, nervous energy seemed to live in the air around her, and the almost pitch black forest wasn't helping either.
Her blue eyes scanned the forest in search for any potential threats as she trailed behind both Rip and Mick.
Since she was to busy looking around, she didn't see the stray branch until she had tripped over it.
Stumbling, the blonde swore under her breath while regaining her balance, and was happy that she was far enough behind both her companions so that they missed her embarrassing herself.
"I hate nature," Mick growled softly.
"Shh," Rip quieted, "Thirty meters."
Savannah fell silent once again, her body tensing in anticipation.
"Chronos must be hiding out in the trees."
As Rip and Mick turned to look around, did Savannah spot a figure among the trees.
Running forward, Savannah suddenly gasped in surprise when something clamped down on her wrist, and sharp pins stabbed into her wrist, before a small electric shock ran through her.
Savannah ran forward to attack the stranger, but found that her powers didn't work.
"What the-?" Before her head jerked up, and she was quick to throw a right hook, knocking the stranger over.
"Guys? Can I have a hand here please?!" She called over her shoulder, before turning back to the man, before another electric shock caused her to hiss under her breath.
Savannah swore while both her companions made an appearance.
"Took you two long enough." She grumbled, taking a step back so they could see the stranger, who was now climbing to his feet.
"That any way to treat an old friend?" He asked looking at Rip, who had his gun trained on him.
"Time Master Druce, how on earth did you find me?"
Savannah stoppped, "You know this jerk?" Before another electrical shock hit her, "And would you please stop doing that?!"
Rip turned momentarily to Savannah, who was clutching her wrist while swearing under her breath, before meeting his gaze with a fire in her eyes, "The jerk put a power dampening cuff on my wrist and," Another shock, "It apparently has a extra feature too."
When turning a questing look back to the other Time Master, he held up a small black box, "Couldn't be too careful."
Savannah scoffed, "Couldn't be too careful my-"
Suddenly Druce pressed a button on the box, and the cuff fell off.
Hissing, the blonde glared at him.
"Now to answer your question," Druce continued, "You haven't exactly been subtle."
Mick shot a look back to Savannah, who was shaking her left hand slightly, before turning back to Druce.
"Can I waste this guy?"
"Please say yes," Savannah agreed.
Rip turned to give her a disapproving look, to which she rolled her eyes at, before turning back to Mick.
"Could you give us a moment?"
"You said I'd get to use my gun." Mick said, but at Rip's pointed look, turned around and started for the trees, while Savannah stayed.
"Miss Winters,"
Savannah narrowed her eyes at Druce, and she felt malice, and annoyance in her mind.
Turning her body so that Druce couldn't see her face, her eyes met his, before she whispered: "I have a bad feeling about this guy, be careful."
Before following Mick into the trees.
"What a colorful Team you've assembled for yourself." Savannah heard Druce comment as she leaned her back up against a large tree.
"I thought that you were-"
"Chronos? He was killed in the crash I'm afraid. I was sent to scuttle his Time ship, lest it be discovered by the Soviets." Druce explained.
"And you left a Temporal anomaly." Rip said, realization in his voice.
"To lure you out of the cold, as it were. You've turned your back on the very institution you were meant to serve. Our job is to protect time, thereby protecting all life."
Savannah snorted, that was a lie if she ever heard one.
"I am trying to save the world from complete destruction."
"You and your band of Rogues have run rampant throughout history."
Savannah smirked here, Hope we annoyed the crap out of you.
"This is why we work alone Rip. A team is a liability; you've proven that. They keep you from making the tough choices."
Suddenly, Savannah felt an enormous amount of anger and guilt.
"I am here because the council refused to make that tough choice."
"Well, they can be slow to realize the obvious, but I've been authorized to offer you a deal."
Tilting her head, Savannah listened closely.
"End this foolish crusade; return with me, to the vanishing point. You'll be acquitted of all charges and in...a few hundred years, we may even be able to fix the damage you've caused."
But the next question Rip asked surprised her.
"What about my Team?"
"They will be returned to their own timelines unharmed, which is more then I can say for Carter Hall."
Savannah jumped up, anger burning through her, "That absolute--"
Suddenly a hand wrapped around her wrist and jerked her back down, and a gruff voice growled: "Shut up and sit down."
Grumbling under her breath angrily, Savannah reluctantly did as she was told, her arms tightly crossed over her chest.
"You were one of my brightest pupils and by far my favorite. Will you at least consider my offer?"
There was a moment of silence.
"I'll consult with my comrades."
"Please do, Rip, and then meet me here in an hour."
Savannah heard footstep receding.
"And if I don't?"
The footsteps stopped.
"Then you're beyond my help."
...
Savannah pushed herself up when she heard Rip approach.
"That's a pretty sweet deal "Time Cop" offered you back there." Mick commented.
Rip gave them both a look.
"Well I see we can add "eavesdropping" to your criminal resume."
"Maybe you should start thinking more like a crook. Your friend's planning on killing you."
Savannah scoffed, while leaning her head back slightly.
"I knew there was something up with that guy."
"Time Master Druce is one of my most trusted friends; besides, if he wanted to do me any harm, why didn't he do it now when he had the chance?"
"Because he wants you to bring the whole Team with you," Mick said climbing to his feet, "And that's not going to happen, because I'm taking a pass."
Mick then brushed past and started back to the ship, while Savannah let out a soft sigh, before letting her shoulder brush against his.
When their eyes met, Savannah managed to pull off a small smile.
"Let's get out of here."
Rip nodded, and followed Savannah back to the ship.
"So, uh, what happens?" Jax asked after the trio made it back to the Waverider, "You hand over the ship and turn yourself in to the Time Master's and the rest of us just-"
"Will be returned to your former lives in January 2016." Rip cut in, while pouring himself a drink, he turned around to hand a glass to Savannah before continuing, "It will be as if you never left."
"Aside from the fact that Starling City might be part of the U.S.S.R., thanks to our efforts." Martin pointed out.
"All the more reason to consider the offer. The Time Council will do everything within their power to correct the mistakes we've made."
Savannah spoke up, "But they haven't changed their mind about Savage, apparently."
"According to them, he's part of the natural course of history, terrible as that course may be." Rip said, and Jax shook his head.
"Look, I'm not saying that this offer is without its downsides." Rip continued, "If we abandon our plan now, then I will still lose my wife and son."
"Then why throw in the towel?" Jax asked, "I thought you said this mission was bigger then any one of us."
"Yes, but if you'll remember, when I first recruited you, I wasn't entirely forthright about my motivations or about how dangerous this mission would be."
Savannah tilted her head, her eyes softening, "Carter's death wasn't your fault."
"Well for the rest of you, it's now time to decide whether the future is worth fighting for." Rip said, looking at each of them.
Savannah's lips curled up, "I'm with you till the end of the line, Capitano."
At the silence she received in return Savannah scoffed.
"No one got that? Really? No one?"
"I cannot tell you how pleased I am to see you Hunter." Druce said with a small smile on his face.
"I finally came to my senses. You were right, as always. I've risked the lives of my Team; I've endangered the very fabric of time itself. I only hope you can forgive me." Rip apologized.
"All will soon be made right again." Druce replied, before Chronos suddenly appeared, and pressed the barrel of his gun to Rip's head.
"Hello old friend," Chronos greeted.
"I'm so sorry it had to turn out this way." Druce said with regret, "But the council cannot risk keeping you alive."
"Such a shame," Rip started, "I won't be able to tell Mick and Savannah they were right."
"Mick? Savannah?" Druce repeated in confusion.
"My, colorful friends, who were convinced you were planning on killing me." Rip answered.
"Your friends seem to have abandoned you, but no matter." Druce said with devilish grin, "Chronos will track them down."
Rip's eyes darkened, "I can't believe you brought this stooge to do your dirty work. I never had you pegged as a coward, Druce."
Faintly, Rip swore he heard someone snort softly in amusement.
"In that case, I promise to stay here to ensure that your punishment is carried out properly. I wouldn't want you to die alone."
"Who says I'm alone?"
Suddenly, a streak of blue and white ran by, and slammed into Chronos, just as Firestorm and Mick appeared.
Rip turned to look at Savannah, who had donned her blue and white leather outfit, before she asked, "You good?"
Rip barely got a chance to nod, before Chronos started firing at them.
"Hey!" Savannah protested, "Watch where your pointing that thing!"
That's when Firestorm made an appearance.
Savannah jumped up to her feet, and covered both Mick and Rip as they pulled themselves up.
Running forward Savannah dodged the green laser fire, and slammed her shoulder into his chest.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, I really have to remember not to do that." She complained, stumbling back slightly.
Suddenly Firestorm shot a fireball at Chronos, and Savannah picked up a large tree branch and swung it, hitting the back of his head.
"Ha ha! Take that loser!" She exclaimed happily, before suddenly she was hit in the chest and thrown backwards.
Grunting as her back came in harsh contact with a tree, Savannah gasped weakly struggling to regain her breath.
Suddenly she saw Firestorm throw a fireball at Chronos, just as he threw a grenade.
"Everyone get down!" She shouted in warning, she scrambled to take cover behind a tree, just as the grenade hit the ground.
The blast threw Savannah to the dirt, and her vision faded into black.
Savannah's vision was blurry.
Pushing herself up to lean back against the tree, the blonde breathed in evenly.
"Run, punk! Run!" She heard Mick taunt.
"Jefferson!" Martin called out, anxiously, "Where is he? Chronos' blast forced us to separate-I-I didn't see where he landed."
"Jax!" Rip called out, "Jefferson!"
"All right," A strained voice spoke up weakly, "No need to shout; I'm right here."
"There you are; thank God you're okay." Martin said, sounding relieved, "Why did you not answer when I called? Did it not occur to you that I'd be worried?"
"Look, I just got a...little lost."
Savannah grunted softly and forced herself up.
"We need to get him to the Med Bay now." Rip urged, before he seemed to remember something. "Where's Savannah?"
"Here." She groaned, rubbing the back of her head, but stayed where she was.
"Are you alright?"
Savannah hummed in response, "Peachy."
Stumbling forward, Savannah almost tripped over Rip, but quickly moved so she leaned up against the closet tree.
"He alright?" She asked looking at Jax as Mick picked him up and put him over his shoulder in a fireman carry.
Rip stood up and grabbed Savannah's arm to keep her upright, as they started off after Mick, Jax, and Martin.
"I hope so," He replied, before looking back at her, "Are you sure you're alright?"
Savannah nodded, "Yeah, just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all."
Rip didn't seem to believe her, but didn't comment.
The way back to the Waverider was mostly silent, at some point Jax seemed to have regained consciousness and was being supported by Martin and Mick.
By the time they got back Savannah felt almost back to herself again, expect for a small headache.
Rip only let go when they got to the bridge.
"Oh, gentlemen, I trust everything went according to plan at the Bolshoi?" Rip asked.
"Piece of cake." Ray replied, "Made contact with Vostok and swiped her badge."
"Thanks to me," Snart spoke up.
Savannah leaned against the doorway as Mick and Martin came in with Jax.
"What happened to him?"
"Chronos."
"Jax here was-"
"Almost got himself killed." Martin cut in.
"And we need to get you both to the Med Bay." Rip added, looking between the two.
"Ah, the Med Bay, where a morphine drip awaits me." Mick said walking out with Snart on his heels.
Rip pulled one of Jax's arms over his shoulder, "Now just try and take it slowly."
Savannah made sure to follow closely, as they made their way to the exit.
"Don't bother telling him what to do; he'll just do the opposite." Martin spoke up, and Savannah turned to give him a look of disbelief.
"Martin!" She snapped back.
"Oh yeah, it would be my fault that I got hurt, because I didn't listen to you in your infinite wisdom." Jax replied tiredly.
Savannah shared a look with Rip, mixed with exhaustion and discouragement.
"I am sorry professor." Jax pulled away from Rip to take a few steps forward.
"Exactly. It seems this...partnership of ours has become untenable."
"Partnership? No this is a dictatorship, one in which you get to call all the shots and I get to take all the shots."
Savannah leaned heavily against the wall, and Rip came to stand beside her.
"Do you think I like seeing you hurt?"
"Don't act like you actually care about me man. I'm just a life-support system."
Savannah's headache was getting worse due to the rising tension.
"I didn't even want to come on this stupid trip. You kidnapped me."
"Oh, this old tune."
"Did you ever stop to think that I actually had a life back in 2016?"
"I almost forgot; a promising career as an auto mechanic."
"I had a mom, a widow. What happens to her if something happens to me in 1986? Huh? She's gonna think that I left her without even saying goodbye. Man, do you have any idea what that does to her?"
"We've all made sacrifices. But can't you see that this mission, stopping Savage, is bigger than anyone of us?"
Savannah brought a hand to her head, the conflicting emotions and tension was only making her head pound harder.
"I am so sick of you using that tone. When are you going to learn you are not my father?"
Savannah leaned to the side so her shoulder rested against Rip's, looking for some kind of support.
"I'm sorry you lost him at such a tender age, but if your father were here, right now, he'd be saying what I'm saying. Just grow up, Jefferson. The future of the world is at stake, and if you insist on getting yourself killed, as terrible as that might be for your mother, or me, who, incidentally would also die, I am more concerned with the billions of people who will die because of your...arrogant adolescent ego!"
Savannah felt Jax's hurt.
"Okay." He muttered in reply, before turning around and walking out, with Savannah and Rip following close behind.
Savannah gently grabbed Jax's arm and pulled it over her shoulder.
"You okay?" She murmured, concern in her voice.
Jax didn't respond, but he did turn his head to meet her gaze.
Savannah frowned, her eyes softening, before helping him down the hall and to the Med Bay.
Helping Jax down into the closest chair, Savannah hooked the cuff on his wrist, and Gideon administered a sedative.
After a few moments, Jax was sound asleep, and Savannah sighed heavily.
Bracing one hand on the arm of his chair, Savannah leaned forward, while bringing her other hand to her face.
Savannah jumped when she heard a soft sigh, and pulled her hand away to look at Rip, who she had forgot was even there.
"You really need to stop doing that." She grumbled turning back to Jax, and pulling herself up to stand straight.
Rip took a few steps towards her and gestured to the open chair.
Savannah's shoulders dropped and she turned to give him a long look, before walking over and sitting down, and putting the cuff on her wrist.
Looking up, Savannah meet Rip's gaze, exhaustion was evident in her eyes.
Rip frowned, and his eyes softened, before he rested one hand on her shoulder, "Get some rest."
Savannah would've argued otherwise, but she was tired. So she allowed Rip to push her back so she was laying down, the last thing she remembered was Rip looking down at her before the world faded into darkness.
Savannah woke up feeling pretty good.
Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Savannah looked up.
"Hey Gideon, how long have I been sleeping?"
"2.3 hours." Gideon replied happily.
Blinking in surprise, Savannah swung her feet over the side of the chair and she slowly pushed herself up.
Rubbing her eyes, the blonde made her way down the hall and back to the bridge.
Upon arrival, the first thing Savannah noticed was the tension, mixed with concern and small traces of anger.
Her eyes cleared, and she quickly approached the console Rip, and Jax where leaning against.
"What's going on?" She asked looking between the two.
"What the heck are you doing Grey?" Jax demanded.
"Jefferson?" Martin's voice came through the speaker.
"You are not Firestorm; you're just a stubborn old man who's about to make a really stupid decision."
"Wait, i-is this what it's like when I'm in your head? I-I apologize dear boy, because it's rather distracting."
Savannah reached out and grabbed Rip's arm to gain his attention.
"What's happening?" She asked, Rip shook his head.
"Your body cannot handle this alone."
"Appreciate your concern. You were right. I've risked your life enough times. Now it's my turn."
Savannah came around to the side of the console to try and figure out what was going on.
"No!"
The room was silent for a few minutes.
"He's too weak." Jax spoke up after seeing that Martin got whatever he was looking for, "He'll never get out of there alone."
Savannah was beginning to become agitated, what the heck was going on?!
Suddenly Savannah noticed the security footage.
"Mr. Snart, do not let Vostok leave with that thermal core."
Thermal core?
"Why that heck does Vostok have a Thermal core?" Savannah asked, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Now might be a good time to send in reinforcements." Snart said, "Mick and Stein just got pinched by the Russkies."
"You're gonna have to get out of there right now."
"They're hanging us out to dry Rip; I need backup."
"I'm afraid our only option is retreat."
"What about my partner?"
"Well, until we devise our next move, Mr. Rory will have to fend for himself. Remember the mission."
Savannah scolded, before she started pacing.
"If the Soviets get that Thermal core back, your partner will not be the only one who dies."
The com was then shut off, and Savannah let out a sigh.
"I'm gonna go check up on Jax."
She said turning around and heading for the door.
"Thank God you managed to grab it." Rip said to Snart as he opened the grey box.
"Where was my backup, Captain?" Snart asked leaning back in the chair, "Half the Team is gone..."
Before pulling his gun from his shoulder and aiming it at Rip. "Because of you."
"Only if I'd have sent the other half in the save them, they'd be captured too, and where would we be, hmm? Savage would have both halves of Firestorm, a dead Kendra on top of a dead Carter, everything he wants. It would be the end of our little crusade, and, most likely, the world. So before you pull that trigger, ask yourself: what would you have done?"
"That is a pretty cold calculation, Rip. Almost criminal, except we criminals have a code: "You never leave one of your own behind."
"We will get them back. Now, if Savage even hopes to create a Firestorm, first he's going to need a new one of these."
Savannah leaned up against the console, her eyes clouded in thought.
"A thermal core?" Kendra asked.
"Let me get this straight. You had Kendra and I training for the next mission, when we should have been helping them." Sara spoke up, her eyes narrowed.
"We will help them, and our next mission is to get our compatriots back from Vostok."
"Who is to say that they're not already dead?" Kendra wondered.
"Vostok needs the professor alive in order to rebuild the thermal core."
"And Ray and Rory?" Jax asked.
"Savage will keep them alive too."
"As leverage." Savannah scoffed.
"He'll torture them if Stein tries to hold out." Sara added.
"Well, we'll have to pray that he does. If Savage's goal is to create his own Firestorm, then Stein himself is the key, the missing piece of the puzzle. And if Vostok figures out how to turn Stein's powers against us, then...I'm afraid the world is beyond saving."
"Stein's a lot tougher then he looks." Jax spoke up, "I mean, it will take a lot to break him."
"That's the good news. The bad news is that our compatriots are being held in an impenetrable Soviet gulag."
"Then why are we just standing around acting dramatic?" Savannah spoke up, before thinking for a moment, "Okay so maybe not all of us, maybe it's just Rip."
The look she received from him was hilarious.
"Let's go get our Team back."
Sorry for the random ending there guys, but hey, at least (to me) it was half way decent!
Could've been worst, and with the way I write, it definitely could've been worse.
Anyway, I can't wait to see you all in two weeks!
P.S.-For all of you who are looking for more Savannah-Ray interaction fear not! I plan on doing more with them, just bare with me for now though okay?
DarkRed.