Chapter One: Gathering
I do not own Constantine. If I did it would have way more than one season. Like, way more. So, I'm being weird when I do this and am going to add in Team Legends in to watch as well. I mean, we need more than, what, five people there. Yeah. I was planning on dragging Team Arrow in but decided not to. I haven't really watched Arrow since the 4th season. I am going to fail horrifically on doing John's accent/dialogue so please bear with me on that. He also is my favorite character so he's going to be mentioned a lot. The two teams have never met before. Actually, Team Legends hasn't even formed yet…. Anyways, on with the show. So yeah Constantine and Team Legends watch their respective shows.

3rd Person POV

"That would be a bad idea John. You can't just waltz into a room that is potentially filled with demons without a plan!" Came the exasperated exclamation from Zed. All she got in return was a look that screamed 'watch me'. Chas just shook his head in a silent sigh. He was used to this kind of behavior by now, unfortunately.

"And why wouldn't I be able to Love?" he shot back. It wasn't as dangerous as Zed made it seem. Well, it shouldn't be anyways. He turned and left the table the three had been gathered around.

"John, wait!" came Zed's cry of frustration.

"This shouldn't take too long, I'll be back soon." He called in reply. He grabbed his coat from where it lay on the couch. He made his way quickly up the stairs and disappeared from sight.

"This won't end well." Chas said for the first time in the conversation as the door closed. Zed nodded in agreement. They turned towards the stairs. They didn't have time to question the bright light that encased them. It disappeared as soon as it came.

John had just exited the Mill house and was making his way across the yard. As soon as he left he began to get a bad feeling. It was as if he somehow felt that something would go wrong. Maybe Zed and Chas had been right. Maybe he did need backup. After all, wasn't Zed able to see visions? He shook the thoughts away. A bright light formed and transported the Exorcist away before he knew it.

Renee Chandler was having a less then enjoyable day. It was Saturday and Chas had been home, enjoying the time he had to spend with his family. They were at the park enjoying the sun. It had been raining constantly for the last 3 days. Then he showed up. John freaking Constantine. He appeared out of the blue and dragged her husband off on some mission. There was a reason she despised the man. His presence irked her to no end. That was why she never noticed a bright flash of light surround her and carry her to destinations unknown.

Anna-Marie was walking down the hall. She paused for a moment. A bright flash and she disappeared from the Monastery.

Rip quickly strode out and away from the Time Consul with clenched fists. Damn them all. He really shouldn't be to surprised that they would refuse to comply. Why would they? As all these thoughts flew through his mind, a bright light surrounded him. In a split second it had gone as fast as it had arrived. Where once an Ex Time Master had been was now empty with no one in sight.

Sara Lance wasn't having a great day. Like, at all. She really didn't appreciate the cold weather. And of course, where she had decided to stay for a while had to be freezing. She was currently located at the local bar. It was quite full. The day had ended and many had come from the workplace. She sat in a corner and quietly sipped her drink, alert for any possible threat. A bright white light surrounded her. It died down leaving an empty chair where the assassin had once sat.

Jefferson Jackson was working on an old car. He rolled out from under it to grab a tool. Unfortunately, he sat up to soon and slammed his head against it. He let out a quiet curse and rubbed his forehead. A bruise would defiantly form in the future. That was something he wasn't looking forward to. He grabbed the tool he needed and was preparing to return to his original spot underneath the vehicle. A bright light shone into his eyes and he raised his hand to shield them. A flash and the mechanic vanished. The tool clattered to the ground.

Martin Stein was looking at a paper he was currently writing. It was being quite frustrating as his mind kept wandering. He shook his head as he continued to stare. His vision began to grow extremely bright for an odd reason. A flash and he was gone.

Leonard Snart and Mick Rory were quickly making their way away from the store they had just exited. Police were no doubt on their way at that very moment and neither thief wished to be caught. Of course, even if they were they knew they'd most likely find a way to break out of Iron Heights. They had just begun to drive away when a bright light appeared and they disappeared.

Carter Hall and Kendra Saunders sat/stood in their apartment. Carter was drinking a coffee and Kendra was blow drying her hair. One of the many downsides of having long hair, it was a pain to brush and clean. A bright light surrounded the two reincarnated residents and disappeared.

Ray Palmer was leaning over a desk. He was working on his Atom suit as it required repairs. It had suffered quite the beating on last time he had worn it. He was just finishing said repairs when his alarm sounded. He blinked in confusion. He wasn't sure why it was ringing. He was almost positive that he hadn't set an alarm for anything. He reached to turn off the blaring noise. The second he touched it a bright light surrounded him and whisked him away to destinations unknown.

The heroes toppled onto each other in a giant heap. At once, many of those present began speaking at once. It wasn't until a muffled voice quietened the others down, quite explicitly to one might add.

"Get the bloody hell off of me!" John growled out. He had somehow managed to land himself underneath everyone else. It was far from a comfortable position. Thankfully, the noise stopped and the weight crushing down upon him began to lift as the others rolled off the pile.

"Where are we?" Jefferson asked, confusion dripping from his voice. The others looked around in the same condition.

"Maybe if you took a look around you'd find your answer." Drawled a certain cold gun wielding thief. He got a glare in response.

"He's not wrong, there is a note over here. Its contents are quite interesting and it explains the TV in the room." Sara broke into the conversation.

John walked over and picked it up from where it had been left.

"Dear Legends,
I have gathered you all to watch your futures an, in some cases, your past. I'm looking at you Constantine and Co. First up is the past in a show by the name of 'Constantine'. Just by the name we can tell who it's about. It is about their past adventures. The next is about you Legends and your adventures. You may as well introduce yourselves. The show will start tomorrow at 10 AM. Be here. Food and beds and such are provided. No, you will not be allowed to smoke here John and no alcoholic beverages Mick. Don't complain. Another note will be left here tomorrow. Otherwise, enjoy!
P.S. Maybe I'll pop in once in a while. You never know.
P.P.S Time is stopped while you're here."

John finished reading. His eyebrows shot up. He certainly wasn't a fan of people learning about his past. Hopefully it wouldn't delve to deep and certain parts would be left out. Hopefully. He looked around at the other occupants reaction to the news. It wasn't too different from his for many. There were only a few who weren't though.

"Well, we should introduce ourselves like the letter suggested. I'll go first!" Ray said, excitement dripping from his words. Actually, dripping didn't cover it. It was more of like a waterfall.

"All right. Seeing as there's no way out of this we may as well do as .asked. Everyone get in a circle." Sara said. She really did not want to do the whole introduction circle but she would, admittedly, feel much better if she knew who some of these people were. The others grumbled more then a little but complied with her command. Soon enough they had all gathered around and sat down. There were no chairs in sight.

"OK, so we go around and say our names? We can leave out other information to make it a mystery to figure out what we all do" Ray said.

"Yeah, but if you forgot, most of us have met one way or another." Sara shot back.
Before anyone else had a chance to reply he spoke. "Hi, I'm Ray Palmer." He said before looking at Jefferson.

"I'm Jefferson Jackson. You can call me Jax." He answered Ray's questioning look.

"Martin Stein."

"Mick Rory. I work with Snart"

"As Mick said before, I'm Leonard Snart."

"I'm Carter Hall and this is.."

"Kendra Saunders. I can introduce myself.

"Sara Lance."

"Rip Hunter."

"John Constantine.

"Chas. Chas Chandler."

"Renee Chandler."

"Zed. Just Zed."

"Anna Marie."

The circle had been completed. Nothing changed. They sat there for a bit.

"I'm going to go explore." John said as he stood. Chas and Zed soon followed. As they left, a silence fell upon the remaining. The three wouldn't be gone long as they would soon return. A look of annoyance was on all threes faces.

"So, what'd you find?" Ray asked.

"Not much. A kitchen, a hallway of rooms that are bedrooms, a bathroom for both genders, and this room." Zed replys. The other two are having a silent conversation.

"It's late. I don't know about you but if I'm getting up to be here around 10, I'm retiring for the night." Stein excused himself. As he stood a murmur of agreement swept throughout.

"We're going to have to buddy up for this." Chas spoke up. A look was shared. Rip stepped forward.

"An idea could be this. Mr. Rory and Mr. Snart will share a room as will Mr. Stein and Jefferson. Mr Hall and Mrs Saunders will obviously be together. Mr and Mrs Chandler will be together. Mrs Lance and Mrs Marie will be together. Ray will be with Mr Stein and Mr Jackson. Mr Constantine and I will be in the last room." Rip listed.

"The two skinny brits in trenchcoats share a room." Mick rolled his eyes and turned towards the door. Everyone followed. Soon it was only Rip and John left. They seemed to analyze each other for a moment.

"I take it you're the unlucky bastard in charge of the 'Legends'." John half asked half said.

"Technically I'm not yet. I will be in the future. This is going to wreak havoc on the timeline..." Rip slowly went off into silence.

"So, who exactly are you. No one can know the future."

"Captain Rip Hunter, Time Master and Captain of the Waverider. You are?"

"John Constantine, Exorcist, Demonologist, and... dabbler in the Dark Arts."