I don't know what to do guys, I have zero inspiration, zero self confidence, and zero hope for this story, but, a promise is a promise, I said I wasn't gonna give up on Red. and I won't, but, It's going to be a long haul that's for sure, can't guarantee how long it'll take me to update from now on, this chapter (obviously) looks like less effort was put into it, and I do apologize for that, but, it's here, so thanks to all 1,780 people who took time away to look at this piece of junk. Hopefully one day I'll re-do it, but let's just focus on finishing yeah?

And please, reviews are important now more then ever. Like Lloyd said, "the team needs you now more then ever." And he isn't wrong, I need encouragement more then before.

Thanks for everything guys.

Episode 5 pt 1: "Fail-Safe."

"My name is Savannah Winters, and I used to be normal, but two years after the accelerator went off I found out I had powers, then I'm suddenly kidnapped by a man who say's I'm meant for bigger things, I'm not meant to just be a hero, I was meant to be a Legend, I am Trajectory."

If it can go wrong. It will.

Location: Soviet Union, 1986.

"Labor Camp number 54-formerly known as the Koshmar or "Nightmare" gulag. Built in the 18th century-"

"Can we skip past the Wikipedia crap and get to the good stuff, like how to break in?" Snart cut in.

It was silent for a few moments.

"Perhaps you didn't register that as a question Gideon." Sara spoke up.

"I understood, but in its 200 years of operation, no one has successfully escaped from-"

"No offense, Gideon, but I never met a building I couldn't break into." Snart cut in once again.

"Well I hope you're right. Savage knows that Stein created Firestorm, but if he finds out that he is Firestorm-"

"Always Savage with you isn't it? My partner's in prison too."

"And Ray." Sara added.

"Yeah, whatever. The point is you didn't lift a finger."

"You know it was never my intention to get them thrown into a gulag, but I had no other option. Besides, I doubt it's Mr. Rory's first time in prison or second, or, I imagine, tenth."

Savannah shared a look with Sara, before cutting in.

"Can you two shut up?" She spoke up calmly, when she had their attention, she continued, "You two arguing like 5 year olds isn't going to help bring the team back any quicker."

"And Rip's right." Sara added, "Criminals usually do feel more at home in prison, and they know it better then anyone else."

Realization sparked in Savannah's eyes, before she nodded.

"So?" Snart asked.

"So what is the key to breaking in is asking someone who's been in and out of Soviet prisons their whole life?"

"And who might that be?"

"Are you familiar with the Bratva?"

"Ooh, the Russian mob? In 1986, they would have ruled the criminal underground inside every prison." Snart said leaning forward against the console.

Savannah's face scrunched.

"This place is disgusting." She commented under her breath, her eyes remaining locked on the door in front of her.

If she knew what she was in for, then she definitely wouldn't have come, besides, Sara could kick butt with both her arms tied behind her back, while blindfolded Savannah was sure.

So, why was she here again?

"Igor! Andrei!"

Taking that as her cue, Savannah saw one of the men coming, and waited until he was right in front of the door, before shoving it as hard as she could so it hit him in the face.

The man fell over, dazed for a moment, and Savannah quickly looked around for something to use as a weapon.

Deciding that her fists would have to do, the blonde watched as the man dressed in black stood up and glared at her.

Using her speed, Savannah ran forward and slammed her fist against his face.

When time sped up again, the man fell backwards and stayed down.

"I think I just broke something in my hand." She grunted as Sara finished with the other man.

Then more men came running at them both.

The blondes shared a look, before Savannah shot forward, taking three out, before picking up a mirror and swung it around to hit another in the head.

The shattering of glass, and the man let out a cry before Savannah slammed him in the face with the wood frame.

When Savannah turned around again, Sara had already taken out five or six men.

"Wow okay that was awesome." She commented with a grin.

Sara returned it, the two high-fived, before making their way to the door.

When they reached the door, Savannah felt hints of frustrating, and reached out to knock on the door.

Snart turned around, before opening it for them.

"We just took out 6 men. You guys couldn't handle one?" Sara asked, and Savannah leaned back on her heels.

Rip turned around to shot them both a look.

"You two killed my men?" The large man asked.

"They're not dead yet." Sara answered, "And neither are you, assuming you help us."

The large man turned back to Rip, anger clear on his face. "My organization runs black-market goods into Koshmar."

"Three of our, uh, well, comrades are being held there by Savage."

"Koshmar is not a hotel for petty criminals. If your friends are there, they must be insane ruthless animals."

If Savannah didn't feel so uncomfortable, she would have laughed.

But she did, so she refrained herself from expressing her amusement.

After they got what they wanted, the foursome made their way out.

Shaking her head Savannah looked around at the men who still laid prone on the floor.

"Non vedo l'ora di uscire di qui." She muttered softly at the sight of men dress in only towels.

Sara and Savannah waited outside while the guys got dressed.

"You're amazing," Savannah commented suddenly.

Sara looked over at her in surprise, before offering her a sad smile.

"Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself."

Savannah shrugged, "Yeah, Joe taut me self defense when I was a teenager, had to have a outlet form my anger."

The two women fell silent for a moment, before Sara broke it.

"What's taking them so long?"

Savannah honestly didn't know where it had come from, maybe it was from the two days of little sleep while trying to come up with a plan to save their Teammates.

"Maybe Rip's doing his hair."

There was another moment of silence, before the door opened and the two women busted out laughing.

The duo quickly composed themselves, but they shared another look and snickered softly, much to the confusion of Rip and Snart.

"Now, according to Yuri, this is where his men have access." Rip said, pulling up the blueprints on the console, "Got it?"

Then Kendra and Jax walked in.

"This isn't my first prison break." Snart replied.

"We got it covered." Sara spoke up.

"How can we help?" Kendra asked, approaching the console .

"By staying on the ship." Rip said not turning around, "We don't need any more casualties. Besides, Mr. Snart, and Sara have got it covered."

"Whoa man. Why does it feel like we're on the JV team all of a sudden?" Jax wondered.

"What you are is one half of everything Savage needs to change the face of the Cold War." Rip answered, before turning to Kendra, "And you are the only person who can kill him."

"Yeah, so you can't just-" Kendra started.

"I am not going to gift-wrap the two people in the world that Savage wants the most." Rip cut in.

"We should get going." Snart spoke up, Savannah walked out.

...

Savannah was running through the ship.

She hadn't really gotten a chance to practice with her speed, so, might as well do it now.

The feeling of running at super speed was both thrilling and exciting, Barry had explained it on more then one occasion, but nothing compared to the real thing.

While trying to stop, Savannah's clumsiness kicked in, and she let out a embarrassing yelp as she went down.

Laying sprawled out on her back, Savannah laughed at herself.

"How I was ever the one to be gifted with speed I'll never know." She commented chuckling.

"Do I even want to know?" A familiar voice asked.

Turning her head to look over at Rip, who was standing in the doorway to the Parlor, who was looking back down at her with a mix of amusement and confusion.

"Probably not," She replied with a shrug, but made no move to get up, "But it was nothing bad though, I swear."

Rip walked over to her and offered her his hand.

She hesitated for a split second, before reaching up and grabbing his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.

"Thanks," She said with a grin, while rubbing her lower back.

"So," She continued, following him into the Parlor, "What are you up too?"

Leaning back again the wall, Savannah watched him curiously.

"I'm just tracking the Teams progress," He replied looking at the large blueprint on the screen.

Humming softly, Savannah nodded, "Sounds like fun." She said sarcastically.

"You and I both know we don't have the luxury of having fun."

Savannah sighed, and came to stand beside him.

"I know, Capitano."

That's when Kendra and Jax made an appearance.

"Rip, Jax and I need to talk to you." Kendra said.

"Now is really not a good time."

Savannah elbowed him lightly.

"Yeah, this will only take a minute." Jax replied strongly, and walked around the table to face them both, "I know you think you can't risk losing us, but that's assuming we'd fail."

"And we won't." Kendra agreed, stepping forward, "I'm not afraid anymore. I can do this."

"And I don't got to be Firestorm to be a part of this Team."

Savannah grinned at both of them, and nodded slightly to show that she was with them.

"Look, I'm not prepared to risk anyone else. Ever since-"

"Carter?" Kendra's voice was soft, but the strength radiated in her eyes, "His death wasn't your fault."

"I know."

Savannah snorted lightly, Yeah right, the guilt in your eyes says otherwise.

"But Stein's will be." Rip replied turning back to the screen.

Feeling confused by his response, Savannah nudged his shoulder with hers.

"We will save Martin." She told him, "Don't worry."

He turned to meet her gaze, and the amount of guilt in his eyes surprised her.

"All I got to do is touch him." Jax spoke up again, "And we can fly out of there."

'Yeah, once you've scaled a 50-foot fence topped with razor wire, gotten past eight sharpshooters, and entered a gulag full of the most dangerous criminals in the U.S.S.R."

"Okay, so you and Savannah can create a distraction." Kendra offered, "And I'll fly Jax in, and no one will see us."

"Listen...you're playing chess without all your pieces on the board." Jax said, and Savannah nodded in agreement.

"Maybe you're right." Rip agreed.

"So, is that a "yes"?"

"So, if we enter here, we can cut the circuit breaker." Rip pointed out as they leaned over a large blueprint.

"Shutting off all the power." Kendra concluded.

"Distracting the guards and giving us time to save our Team."

"The probability of this plan being successful-"Gideon started.

"There is a 15-second window where the sharpshooters on the tower aren't covering the breaker." Rip cut in, walking round the table.

"Which means that someone's gonna have to run 120 yards in less then 12 seconds." Savannah chipped in unhappily.

"Given that Mr. Jackson tore his anterior cruciate ligament-" Gideon spoke up again.

"Okay Gid," Savannah cut her off.

"You can do this. I know you can." Kendra reassured, resting one hand on Jax's shoulder.

Savannah's long hair swung in it's high ponytail as she walked down the hall and to the Cargo Bay.

Humming softly under her breath, the blonde clutched her black escrima sticks tightly.

Savannah suddenly stopped, just as Rip turned the corner and came just short of running into her.

"Did you just jump?" She inquired in disbelief, a playful smile pulling at her lips.

"No," Came the quick response, maybe a little to quickly.

The smirk grew wider, "You did." She snickered softly.

Rip looked less then amused.

Savannah rolled her eyes playfully, before meeting his gaze.

"Alright, I better get going before Kendra and Jax leave without me." She said shaking her head, walking past him, before stopping. "Be careful."

"You too," Came the reply.

Savannah offered him a grin, before taking off down the hall.

Savannah followed Kendra to the Koshmar Gulag.

Kendra set Jax down, before flying off.

Savannah ducked down into the shadows for a moment.

She watched with baited breath as Jax suddenly took off running towards the breaker.

"Come on Jax, come on, you can do it." She whispered.

Suddenly the two guards were cut down.

Sara.

Smirking, Savannah watched as Jax shut down the power.

"Yes!" She exclaimed softly, jumping to her feet.

Tapping her com, Savannah watched as a bunch of inmates suddenly rushed into the yard.

"Jax shut off the power," She announced, before she spotted Savage, who seemed to be in a trance, as he walked in.

The moment the gate was open, Savannah took her chance, and shot passed him, and into the fray.

Taking out everyone who wasn't part of the Team, Savannah skidded to a halt beside Jax, Sara and Snart.

"Sara? Savannah? Are you there?"

"Now you're on the comm?" Sara scoffed.

"We need to get out of here." Savannah warned, before the back door opened, revealing Vostok.

"Okay," Savannah drawled out nervously, "Why is she on fire?"

Snart brought his gun up, before Jax quickly reached over.

"Don't shot! Grey's in there!"

"Lot of good it would do anyhow." Savannah muttered.

Suddenly, Jax ran forward.

"What are you doing Jax?" Savannah called out starting forward.

"I'm getting Stein back."

"We'll cover you." Sara reassured.

Savannah nodded to him, before running around taking out inmates.

Suddenly, a strong explosion knocked Savannah off her feet.

Pushing herself up quickly, Savannah spotted Stein and Jax, about ten feet in front of her.

"Jefferson!" Martin called out in concern, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, you?" Jax asked in return, climbing to his feet.

"Not for long." Sara pointed out as they ran over, Savannah quickly following.

"I tried to warn her. Without the Splicer and myself, her nuclear powers, are dangerously unstable."

Suddenly her flames turned blue, a painful reminder of Martin before being bonded to Jax.

"It appears Dr. Vostok is having a bit of a meltdown." Martin pointed out calmly, "It's fascinating."

Savannah turned to give him a look. "Seriously?"

"I think what he means to say is "run"." Sara spoke up.

"I'll have the Jumpship waiting just beyond the main gate." Rip announced.

They all quickly ran onto the Jumpship, before the ramp came up, and they took flight.

Savannah laid her forehead on her knees.

Her heart was racing in her chest, and she tried to regain her breath.

Feeling the exhaustion in the air around her Savannah lifted her head up, her eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Um," She started her voice low, "Something doesn't feel right."

That caught everyone's attention, just before Savannah's world faded into darkness.

...

Savannah leaned back in Rip's leather chair, a I.V. drip in her arm.

"Courtesy of Yuri the Bear." Mick said taking a glass.

"How did you even manage to steal this?" Sara wondered, and Savannah chuckled softly.

"Their master thieves Sara, what did you expect?"

"There's always time to steal." Snart added.

Rip walked over to her and handed her a glass.

"Thanks," She said, turning her head up, and leaning back, to offer him a grin.

"I believe you have something of mine." He said lowly.

Savannah craned her neck to look up at him.

"Um? Oh!" Her eyes lit up brightly, and she tugged the I.V. out of her arm, to fish in her belt, before pulling out a circular gold object, and handed it to Rip.

"I saw it in his pocket," She explained, re-inserting the I.V. drip into her arm with only a small hiss. "And I wanted to get it back to you."

Rip slipped his pocket watch back into his jacket pocket, before nodding to her.

"Thank you."

Savannah shrugged, "It was nothing."

"Thank you," Ray spoke up looking at Mick, "And just so you know, I know you're more than just a thief."

"You took a beating for me. We're even, end of story."

"Well thank you." Ray insisted.

"More drinking. Less feeling."

"A toast to the first time we haven't completely ruined the time line." Martin said, lifting his glass while Savannah laughed good-naturally.

"Please tell us that's true Gideon." Rip asked looking up.

"The projections of the future are back normal." Gideon replied happily.

"I'll drink to that." Kendra spoke up.

"To Rip." Snart said, "To things not going according to his plan."

Savannah was laughing harder, if that was possible.

"To the captain." She managed to say through her laughter.

"To the Captain." The rest of the Team agreed, lifting their glasses.

Savannah was still laughing when Rip turned to look at her with a half-hearted scold.

"It wasn't that funny."

Savannah brought her free hand to her mouth to try and stifle her laughter.

"Sorry,"

Ray leaned over to her.

"You okay?" He asked, looking to the I.V. in her arm.

"Yeah, but I should be asking you that." She replied, her eyes narrowing in concern at the cuts and bruises on his face.

"I'm okay," He insisted.

"Now hold on Jefferson," Martin cut in just as Jax brought the glass to his lips, "You're not quite 21."

"Yo..." Jax groaned.

"In 1986, the drinking age in Russia was 12." Sara commented.

"Well, perhaps we can let it slid this one time." Martin compromised. "After all, were the hero today. You saved my life."

Savannah leaned back with a tired grin. Man was she exhausted.

Without her consent, her eyes slipped shut, and the world slipped into a comfortable darkness.

Savannah jerked awake when someone shook her shoulders.

Jolting violently, Savannah gasped.

"Whoa, hey, relax, it's just me." Ray reassured.

"What is it?" She demanded, feeling the air around her, before pushing herself up, she puled the empty I.V. out, and joined the others at the console.

"We have been struck with an explosive projectile." Gideon informed.

"No kidding." Ray replied sarcastically.

"Everyone get strapped in now!" Rip ordered, and Savannah stumbled into one of the closet chairs, and pulled the harness down.

"We're in the Temporal Zone. I don't understand. No one should be able to-" Martin started, before another projectile rocked the ship.

"You were saying?" Snart snapped.

"A scan of the vessel suggests that it is the bounty hunter Chronos." Gideon said.

"Oh, man this guy has impeccable timing." Jax commented.

"He appears to be following us."

"Whatever gave you that idea?!" Savannah scoffed.

"Firing countermeasures, countermeasures effective."

"Have we lost him?" Martin asked.

"Yes, but not his missile." Rip answered and Savannah groaned.

"Our aft shield is gravely compromised."

"Initiating evasive maneuvers."

"Ah! The vodka was a bad choice." Ray decided.

Savannah grunted as the ship jerked to the side. "It's times like these I'm happy I'm a speedster."

"Impact in three, two, one."

Savannah sucked in a sharp breath and tightened her grip.

Savannah felt the overwhelming pain when they were hit.

A brutal scream tore from her throat as she jerked foreword.

"Sir, we've just been knocked out of the Timestream."

Savannah didn't hear the rest as she leaned her head back, her vision starting to cloud.

"Hey, Sav, you alright?" Jax called out, the silence that greeted him caused everyone to turn to her, only to see her eyes closed and her body motionless.

"What does that mean?" Kendra asked.

"It means we're crash-landing, in place and Time."

Well, that stunk. The ending is terrible I know, but like I said, hopefully I can re-do this whole mess in the future.

See you all when I see you.

~DarkRed.