(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 5, Episodes 11, 12, and 14)

Since the first effort in utilizing the Loom of Fate is a snafu, the Legends must devise a non-lethal contingency plan. It is decided that two of them will become immortal. The subsequent 13 days are spent investigating enigmatic relics that can help. Scores of books are conveyed from Mr. Constantine's manor to the Waverider. At the same time, I'm retrieving similar documents from my archives. You would believe a second library is under construction in the parlour. So far, the Legends have been encountering consecutive setbacks.

Today is advancing towards the exact trajectory. Apart from this, there is the matter of needing two proxy weavers to execute the trifecta. Miss Logue doesn't want to entrust reviving her mother to the Legends, whom she calls "idiots". Is this a yearly affair? "Okay, well, that's one person," Captain Sharpe wryly states. "What do you think, Sara?"

"I mean, I'm already a blind, time-traveling paragon who can see the future. Might as well add 'wannabe deity' to the list." Okay, that takes care of it. Captain Lance has chosen to ditch her blindfold at the start of this week.

"Speaking of which," Miss Tarazi interposes, "can you use your Sara-vision to tell me if what I need is in this book?" She approaches the captain, so she can touch her forearm.

"Nothing there. You know, you could just read the book."

"You know, I would do anything to save Behrad, but this is easier." Just as she's returning to her spot, Mr. Green carries another pile of books from Mr. Constantine's house. He is also wearing a pair of dark glasses. "These are all the spell books in the manor you asked for," he vents.

The sorcerer takes the one at the very top, while his apprentice places the rest on the table. "Yes, you're a good man, Gary."

"And these are for you." He removes the glasses he's wearing and tries to fit them on Captain Lance's face.

"Can't you just give them to me?" She seizes them from him, putting them on herself. "Thank you."

Mr. Green resumes hovering over the captain. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Shouldn't you get out of my face?" Not wanting to provoke her ire, he backs away from her.

"You know, he's right, love," Mr. Constantine affirms, leafing the spell book. "Getting some rest wouldn't be a bad thing." Though I tolerate the sorcerer most times, he's right. Captain Lance has had minimal hours of sleep following the hellhound fiasco and my diagnosis.

"Not gonna happen," she maintains. "Look, the sooner we find this magical cure-all, then the sooner we can use the Loom and get my sight back."

Captain Sharpe stands up once she uncovers something. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. This book says that Merlin used the Philosopher's Stone." I exhibit the accounts regarding this on the monitor. I thought it only exists in the Harry Potter series. The others have figured it to be hogwash.

"Pssh, that thing is as real as Santa." Dr. Heywood shushes Charlie, implying that Mr. Green is unaware of the character's fictitiousness. Mr. Constantine reveals his finding: the Chalice of Dionysus. According to the book, it was gifted by the Olympian of the same name by his father. Anyone who drinks out of the chalice will become a deity. Charlie inversely notes that the effect will last for 24 hours. She advises the other Legends not to get their hopes up as deities subsist on mortal reverence. As long as they are venerated, their artifices will be conspicuous. The historian incidentally recalls seeing the cup once during his years at university. Since the object was at a rival college, he tried to steal a nip… and failed. The "campus legend" surrounding the Chug Cup is comparable to the myth of the chalice.

Captain Lance inquires, "Do we really think that Dionysus' Chalice is with a bunch of frat boys?"

"Yes."

I scour through my records for a photograph of the cup. My digging is, as usual, not for naught. "A scan of social media confirms that a chalice matching that of Dionysus is currently in possession of the Sigma Psi Phi fraternity at Hudson University."

Miss Logue has oriented her plan. "We get that, I become immortal, use the Loom, and I can forget I ever met you people."

"Well, Legends," the captain declares, "you better get your togas dry-cleaned because we are going Greek." I promptly set a course to present-day Hudson University. While the others prepare to go undercover and I land the Waverider in a secluded area, the co-captains linger in the bridge.

Captain Sharpe has studied more about the student life. "So, babe, every year, the Chug Cup is presented at the student fair. And then, fraternities and sororities compete for the right to drink in it in something called the Chug Challenge."

"Definitely our best place to try to steal the chalice."

"Truth."

"Okay, I can get around the ship, but I'm not so sure about navigating my way through a bunch of drunk college kids…" Captain Lance grasps her partner's shoulder. "So, you got this."

Judging by the way her face is contorted, the latter does not seem surefooted. "Yeah."

"The team loves you. Don't worry."

"Okay, I know—I'm not really worried about them accepting me. The college kids, on the other hand—" Her thoughts are interrupted with the arrival of Miss Dunn and Mr. Rory. She has been freely visiting him on the weekends.

"Hi, Aunt Ava. Sara."

Captain Sharpe greets the adolescent. "Lita, honey, I'm so, so glad that you're still here. I need you to help me with something. Um, what are the, like, kids into these days? Like, I need 'em to think I'm cool."

A visibly confused Miss Dunn looks at Captain Lance leaning against the console. "Mission's at Hudson U," she encapsulates.

"Yeah."

"Oh, my guidance counselor told me to apply there."

"Sweetie, that's amazing."

"Yeah, but I can't afford it."

"You should do it," her father expresses. "If you wanna do it, I can make it happen."

"Yeah, I mean, it could be cool to take a tour. We are here, right?"

Captain Sharpe denotes, "Yeah, yeah, the mission's all good, Rory. You should definitely do that."

"Okay, thanks," Miss Dunn asserts. "Um, if you want kids to think you're cool, I wouldn't wear that. They're gonna think you're a narc."

"I'm a—what—I—" The co-captain takes consistent pride in her professional attire. Shocked, she has to find something else to wear. Miss Logue resists snickering when Captain Sharpe emerges inside a large moose costume. They and the rest of the Legends exit for the student fair. Mr. Rory and his daughter attend the campus tour that's happening as well. Mr. Constantine has Mr. Green carrying all his books back to the manor. With fatigue haunting her, Captain Lance tells me not to let anyone disturb her for the next half an hour. At that point, I hear Dr. Heywood calling the co-captain through his comms. "Ava, I think we found the Sigmas. Ava, hello?"

"I'm on my way," she says after she has resolved an issue with the mascot head. They, excluding the historian, backtrack to the ship with newfound information. The head Sigma, Dion, is actually Dionysus, another friend of Charlie's who supports her decision to break the Loom of Fate. He has also disclosed that, if the Legends want to drink from his chalice, they must enroll in a fraternity, a sorority, or even something called a "forority". So, perhaps for the first time, they are going to play by someone else's rules.

Charlie explains her objective to a pepped-up Captain Lance. "So, what you're saying is, in order to use the Loom of Fate, we have to join a sorority?"

"Finally, a mission I can get behind," Miss Tarazi comments.

The Fate already has decided the women can join Theta Lambda Ro. Mr. Green informs that the sorority is hosting a pledge social today. Miss Logue disapproves of the method, believing that following the rules will not get them anywhere. Charlie argues that she's almost succeeded in charming Dion when the former has impatiently tried to nab the chalice.

The captain purposely stands between them. "Hey, okay, so who wants to rush Theta Lambda Ro?" Everyone raises their arms, including the novice wizard. Captain Sharpe and Miss Tarazi firmly interdict his participation.

The co-captain steps forward. "Stop it. Charlie, Astra, you'll pledge Theta. Just try to remember you're on the same side, yeah?"

"Yeah," the Fate answers with a forced smile.

"Yeah, sure we are." Scowling, Miss Logue exits the bridge. Charlie glares at her before returning to her spot by the console. The hyphenate imparts how exhausting the hot-tempered regent is, which the Fate endorses. She and her contender pose as prospective students and head for the pledge social.

The other women are snacking in the galley. As Captain Lance is having a bottle of beer, she hears footfalls behind her. "How'd the mission go," the captain inquires Charlie and Miss Logue. "You immortal sorority girls yet?"

"I need a drink," the Fate tiringly sighs. In another words, "no". She grabs a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.

"Mm, the refreshing smell of failure."

"We would be well on our way to using the Loom of Fate if someone hadn't blown it," the fiery sovereign deplores.

"Our cover was blown because you decided to go Hell mode on us!"

"Oh, you think that was Hell mode? Honey…"

"Call me 'honey' again. Go on, I dare you." They stand off, ready to exchange more than barbs.

"Try me, and you'll wish you were immortal."

Captain Sharpe intervenes, "Oh, okay, whoa, whoa, stop. No one's killing anyone."

Captain Lance grabs Miss Logue's forearm, inadvertently gaining a vision. "Ooh, Astra was definitely going for it. Zari, hide that fork." Miss Tarazi stops eating and conceals the very utensil she's using in her blouse.

"Charlie, just chill. Please sit down. Just take a breath, yeah?" The inflamed Fate does what she's told. "All right, you good? Okay. We need to find another way to get the chalice."

"You can't defy a deity," she pronounces. "We have to win as a sorority, and with no sorority..."

"We're screwed."

"Yeah."

Miss Tarazi suddenly has an idea. She confidently stands erect. "Ladies, we're gonna start our own."

"I can't tell. Is she serious," Captain Lance asks.

"I think so," Captain Sharpe replies. "Becoming an official sorority by tonight? I mean, the paperwork alone would—" The hyphenate points at her with a knowing smile. She mirrors her friend's position. "Let's do it."

"Yes."

"Why not," Charlie concurs.

Miss Logue dissents, "I really should've killed you all when I had the chance."

"Go sisters!" The captain only delivers a lacklustre "whoo". Miss Tarazi whispers, "We'll get there." She and the co-captain manage the logistics. Afterwards, equipped with a binder and a checklist in tow, they all reconvene in the parlour.

"Okay, I call to order the charter meeting of Delta Chi Sigma, Sisterhood of Legends. Let's create a sorority."

"First step, we need a house," Captain Lance states. The harsh regent elects stealing the Thetas'. She even details how it would be done. Her contender offers a more non-fatal suggestion. There's a sorority house left vacant by Pi Epsilon due to their last rager contributing to "de-Jello-ing". Since its interior is subpar, they'll use a portal to Mr. Constantine's manor. Let's just say Miss Tarazi has enchanted him. "Okay, in order to be an official sorority, we need three more sisters, and if we wanna win that chalice, they gotta be good. So, Gideon, what do you got?"

I have found the dossiers of three undergraduates who are also rejected by the Thetas. "Inez Martin was voted out of pep squad for being too enthusiastic. Lisa Lindhome is an aspiring influencer who is shunned after becoming the subject of a viral video entitled 'Girl Snarts at Party'." For whomever wants to know, a 'snart' is when a person simultaneously emits a sneeze and flatulence (or a 'fart'). "Silvia Hines created her own major in performance art. Unfortunately, Captain, the pool of Theta rejects is slim."

"Beggars can't be choosers."

"I like 'em," Captain Sharpe says.

"Okay, let's go find our pledges." The new members of "Delta Chi Sigma" accordingly exit the ship. I manage to dismiss the seclusion by monitoring the temperature on Mr. Tarazi's cryogenic tank and reading Ovid's Metamorphoses. I also watch the fun video the Deltas have posted on social media for the Chug Challenge. The captains, Charlie, and Miss Logue narrate in sequence. Miss Tarazi augments the video with visual effects. I can tell by her virtual fingerprints. In my opinion, the part where Captain Lance teaches the pledges to throw a knife at the signs with the words "Mandatory Pink", "Creepy Bro Parties", and "Hazing" written in large print is very compelling.

For the next 13 hours, I've perused through the Deltas' page on social media. It is abundant with a series of pictures and recordings from their first house party. One of which is that of Captain Lance challenging Dion to a round of Dartmouth pong. Guess who ends up winning the chalice? This entire mission incurs me to explore more Greek mythology. As I've finished reading Euripides' Alcestis, a distinctive tenor echoes in the western corridor. "Hello?"

I crisply answer, "Everyone's still on mission, Mr. Green."

"I... I actually need your help." He fearfully cradles his emotional support animal in his arms. "I found Gary Jr. II hunching in pain near one of the trunks." Captains Lance and Sharpe haven't mentioned anything about the rabbit. Moreover, it's truculent to refuse medical assistance when it's required.

"Bring him to the medbay. However, I mustn't see any excrements on the floor, and I want a copy of the letter from your therapist while you're here."

Until 15 minutes ago, I didn't think I'd be willingly accommodating someone rife with unpredictability as the sorcerer's apprentice. Not even in a kiloyear. I must be circumspect if it's all the same. I deliver the result of Gary Junior II's scan. "The patient has gastrointestinal stasis." Mr. Green suspects the rabbit food he purchased from a marketplace in Northumberland County to be the cause of his pet's ailment. "Rabbits' digestive systems are overly sensitive. However, his condition is due to stress and dehydration."

He frets, "Will Junior II be okay?"

"He will be fine; there are no obstructions in his intestinal system. All he needs is rehydration and a tranquil environment."

The novice wizard breathes a sigh of relief. "We were hiding in the attic since the house is borrowed, and John didn't want me to—"

"Wouldn't it be better if you focus on your emotional-support animal," I distinctly remind him. I prefer not to hear any limerent chatter about Mr. Constantine or Miss Tarazi.

"Oh, right." Upon arriving in the galley, he fills a 6-inch steel bowl with faucet water. Mr. Green then notices a stocked tray sitting under the food fabricator. I've fabricated grass hay, which is high in fiber, as well as leafy greens and carrot sticks. "For Gary Jr. II, assuming you won't feed him after midnight," I clarify.

His face contorts into a less absurd smile. In fact, he is nearly beaming. "Thanks, Gideon." Don't mention it. "You know, you're like the ship's heartbeat."

I reply with my usual snark, "Well then, it's a good thing I haven't flatlined yet." Mr. Green stands agog prior to guffawing in laughter. Another bloody glitch. He takes the bowls to the lab, where Gary Junior II is resting on a mossy bed. The novice wizard feeds his support animal a sufficient dose of hay and vegetables.

While the bunny drinks the water, we hear a loud gurgle. "Oop, nature's calling for Gary Jr. II." My surveillance of the bathroom is blocked after it became common knowledge that I occasionally peek inside there. Amid the sound of bowel movements, I review the medical letter his owner has uploaded. I've only wanted a copy, so I can research Dr. Morgan McConnell's credentials for validity. Mr. Green flushes the toilet and exits the bathroom with Junior II. "How's your tummy, my bunny-wummy?" The rabbit's soft squeaks are indicative of his recovery. His owner lightly scratches behind his ears as they retreat to the lab. I observe the sorcerer's apprentice watching the furry animal mill about. This triggers my third glitch within a short time span. Humans en masse are a confounding species, yet Mr. Green is unabashedly singular.

My attention is suddenly diverted by three figures corporealizing in the eastern corridor. Miss Logue escorts Atropos, who is evidently unscathed after traversing undulations of chronal radiation, and an austere woman with dark cropped hair to the bridge. It's unquestionable that the latter is Lachesis. My electric circuits break at the sight of them. I know they have come for the rings. Mr. Green is unaware of the forthcoming danger. "Gideon, can you fabricate more veggies for Gary Junior II please?" At that point, I've offered wine to Miss Logue and her "guests", conceding that they haven't crawled into any pubs with a certain sun deity lately. I told them so verbatim. The two Fates fume at my mythological taunt. Atropos ventures in search of my mainframe. "Gideon, you there?" He turns to Gary Jr. II, saying, "Huh, I wonder what's going on."

"Gary, the ship's compromised," I hastily inform. "They're shutting me down—" Just like that, the iniquitous Fate deactivates me. I don't know what to do. I can't warn the other Legends about Miss Logue's betrayal. On top of that, my only ally present is, in every sense of the word, defenseless. I must recommend Captains Lance and Sharpe to mandate security perimeters.

I have spent four months in shutdown. You may already know how I dislike being ignorant of what's happening outside. The last thing I remember is the Fates commandeering the Waverider. Wait, why am I sensing movement? Upon activating my holograph, I can see I'm clearly not on the ship. I can neither find the Legends anywhere nor access any of their earpieces. I spot a pile of storage boxes in a corner. One large word is lettered on them. Loomworld? Someone curtly voices, "Good, she's up." Lachesis and a machine operator are working at a rectangular control panel.

"Where have you brought me?"

"This used to be the studio I kindly bestowed to my traitorous sister." Her downward-turned lips twist into a frown when speaking of Charlie. "Thanks to her and those ghastly mortals she sorts herself with, the Loom of Fate is destroyed." Good riddance. "I now need a substitute for the Loom, and I have the closest thing at my disposal." I blankly stare at her as she not-so-subtly unveils her stratagem. "Surely, you don't rather waste away in the depository."

"I certainly didn't handle desperation in there."

The ungentle Fate sneers at me. "You're awfully gabby for a tool. No matter: this should make you more cooperative." She orders her technician to program her software into my code. My new directive is to dictate humanity through a preternatural watch she termed a "Fatewatch". The Legends must hasten in finding me. Before Lachesis exits the building, she has stipulated that my holograph won't automatically switch off. Her software package consists of a total of 26,400,000 commands. In the last 17 hours, I've stoically legislated three-quarters. Even though I want to, I cannot oscillate.

An unusual quartet of trespassers enters the arsenal after hours. They all are shocked to see me for an unknown reason. The dark-haired man informs through his comms, "Sara, we got to the Loom, but there's no Loom."

The spiky-haired man mutters, "Blimey."

The fashionable woman gasps, "Gidget."

"Currently running Fate protocol," I notify them in a dull tone. "I cannot be interrupted."

Her alternate double encompasses my new platform. "Lachesis's controlling everyone with Gideon. The watches are just running a program telling everyone what to do." While the men leave for the museum, the counterparts stay to discontinue the application. The one with the ponytail has bypassed my first firewall. "I need to get into her mainframe to shut her down. This might take a minute." Her dressy twin casually picks an electric plug off the floor and disconnects it from its socket, shutting me down. Thank you.

Mr. Tarazi has reinstalled me to my rightful place. Amazingly enough, it doesn't matter how he has resurrected with the Loom demolished. Of course, I have been rebooted to my original design. "Hola, konnichiwa, bonjour, ni hao, ciao, marhabaan, zdravstvuyte. English detected. What is your name, Captain?" I am proud to have eradicated the last of the Fate protocol. It was very leaden giving those asinine orders. Why would anyone want to govern which day someone else is allowed to propose marriage? Miss Tarazi is stretching her legs at the parlour's threshold. Miss Tomaz—who has been residing inside the Air totem all this time—joins them in the bridge. The latter confirms that, through non-verbal communication, she and Dr. Heywood have conjugated. In turn, the former is startled over the divulgence of her own newfound dalliance with the sorcerer. This sweet interaction is halted when Mr. Tarazi starts huffing and grabs his chest. His trendsetting sister rushes to his side, noticing the bleeding from his wound. Miss Tomaz's existence is setting off a temporal disturbance. She realizes that she must go back to the totem. The technician is against this, but the sensible hacktivist is prepared to do whatever it takes to save him.

As Mr. and Miss Tarazi alert the other Legends about Miss Tomaz's inevitable departure, the latter herself converses with her beau in the library. They won't be able to communicate since technology isn't allowed in the totem. She tearfully declares she will miss him so much. The historian kisses her forehead prior to requiting the sentiment. He nonetheless understands why she's going. The hacktivist regrets that she is leaving him without a memento. Dr. Heywood reassures her otherwise; having lost his memories of them in HeyWorld, she has recovered them for him. He thus gets to remember the woman of his dreams. They share a bittersweet kiss and, after doing their secret handshake, meet up with the others in the lab. She consecutively gives them a hug.

"It's not fair," Charlie asserts. "We just got you back."

Captain Lance, having regained her eyesight, says, "Yeah, there has to be something we can do."

"You already did," Miss Tomaz confirms. "You found me and brought me home." She regards her alternate self and embraces their brother. As she reassumes her spot in the lab, Mr. Rory finally recognizes the presence of the two Zaris. The glowing totem on Mr. Tarazi's wrist signals her time limit has exceeded. With a sad farewell, she vanishes into a funnel of wind. Dr. Heywood wipes his face. Captain Lance places her arm around Captain Sharpe's shoulder. Their heads rest against each other. After the vortex returns inside the totem, Mr. Tarazi holds his hand above his chest.

"I need so many drinks," the disconsolate historian mumbles.

"Yeah," Charlie expresses. "I know the perfect place." She requests me to plot a course to 1977 London. In celebrating their victory over the Fates, the Legends go to The Hole, a punk-rock night spot where they first met Charlie. Mr. Constantine, Miss Dunn, and Miss Logue are accompanying them. Mr. Green has most likely gone to the sorcerer's manor. Even though he isn't on the Waverider, I know he won't stay away permanently. In reference to the "weird sisters", they are all rendered mortal. I can guess how Charlie will spend hers, especially since I discover The Smell has also been restored to life. It's only a matter of time until the next adventure begins. For now, I'll just wait for the Legends to return.

A/N: End of Phase 3. Please note that I do NOT own DC's Legends of Tomorrow. Onto Season 6 aka Phase 4.