Author's Note: Wow. I can't believe this is done! Thank you all for reading this rewrite of the back half of Legends season one (and the other stories in the series). I was able to work in a lot of things I wanted to address and deal with, and I truly love this story and these characters.

Many thanks, as always, to LarielRomeniel, for being a wonderful and patient beta reader.

They all do, actually, even if it's just to check in with the friends and family they'd seen before. After the jump—their last one?—Leonard studies the others as they rise from their seats. They're all such old hands at time travel now that no one's showing any side effects.

Kendra looks around the bridge with a sigh, stretching her arms over her head. "I can't believe it's over," she murmurs.

"Well, for some of you, yes," Rip tells them. "My journey, it seems, is only just beginning." A pause. "Mine and Gideon's."

Mick grunts. "How does that work?" he says, eyeing the captain. "Savage is three times dead."

Rip nods. He'd been expecting the question, Leonard thinks. "The Time Masters are no longer of growing concern, due to our destruction of the Oculus." He tips his head toward Leonard. "Someone needs to be responsible for protecting the timeline. Who better than a former Time Master? And any of you who'd like to join me."

It's not the surprise it could have been. Leonard studies the other man another moment and then looks at Sara—who also doesn't seem surprised.

Well. Looks like there are more decisions to be made.

When Leonard enters their room behind her, Sara pauses in her packing, staring down at the bag she's putting together for an overnight in Star City. Rip had already said that whomever chooses to leave the ship doesn't have to clean things out immediately—that they can do so after this brief sojourn. Still, packing up her things from their combined belongings is giving her a little bit of a stomachache.

"Well," she says, without looking up. "Guess we need to have one of those talks again. Leonard, I..."

But a low chuckle interrupts her—and then a gentle hand on her shoulder applies just enough pressure to turn her around, and Sara accepts it. She leans back against the bed as Leonard puts one arm on either side of her, looking down at her with undisguised affection and amusement—both of which seem to be a good sign.

"Sara," he drawls, looking her in the eyes. "You know I'm going to stick with you no matter what you decide to do. Or you should know that." A pause. "At least, if you want me to."

She'd hoped for that, but it's still a relief to hear it. Sara closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling. Leonard studies her, then nods.

"I still gotta a few things to figure out, though," he says. "Lisa's still outta town and I'm not sure where, so that's kinda beside the point right now. But I need to have another conversation as well."

Sara's quite sure she knows what that conversation is, and with whom. And she thinks Mick might surprise him. She reaches out and twines her arms around Leonard's neck, drawing a smile as she continues to study this man who's become so unexpectedly beloved over this whole amazing mission.

"I think I know," she tells him. "What I want to do. What I'd like us to do. But first, I need to have a conversation, too."

Leonard nods. He shifts a little as he moves his hands to her hips and pulls her against him a little more. "Thought as much."

Of course he did. "Meet you back here?" she asks, smoothing her fingers over the fine hairs on the back of his neck and getting a hum of appreciation for the touch. Ah, how things have changed. "One way or another?"

He nods again, a smirk moving over his lips. "Unless I find you first," he murmurs, then ducks his head to kiss her.

The others might have to wait a little more time to disembark.

Leonard, to be honest, had expected to see Sara off at Star City and then follow Mick off the ship back in Central. Instead, as he leans against the hatch and watches her stroll off into her city, he's suddenly aware that Mick has joined him there, standing a few feet away and dividing his attention between his former partner and Sara's departing form.

"You ain't getting out here?" Mick asks after a moment.

Leonard shrugs smoothly, straightening out of his slouch and regarding his old friend. "She's got some people to talk to," he says. "Figured you and I could get a drink at Saints and Sinners, hit some old haunts."

Mick grunts. "Pretty sure they got dive bars here too," he points out. "Wanna go find one?"

Leonard blinks. Then: "Sure," he says. "Let's go."

It's been a long time since Sara's set foot in Toro's Sushi. She stops just inside the door and takes a deep breath, inhaling faint scents of ginger, wasabi and the clean sea-tinged scent of fresh seafood, then scans the room for Laurel.

This has been one of her sister's favorite places for as long as she can remember, though Laurel had requested it this time because, as she'd said, it's accessible in practice and not just name. It only takes her a moment for Sara to see her at a table by the back window, waving a hand and smiling.

"I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon!" Laurel says as Sara approaches and leans over to give her a hug. "Is everything OK? Where's Leonard?"

For just a moment, Sara relishes the acceptance there. She drops into the seat opposite Laurel's chair with a laugh, scoops up a pair of chopsticks and snags a piece of spicy tuna with crispy rice even though her sister swats at her hand. "Everything's fine. Leonard's giving us some sister time." She pauses, then lowers her voice. "We did it, Laurel. We beat Savage. We did it."

Laurel's eyes widen. "You did? Are you coming home now?"

And here they are already. Sara glances downward, trying to look like she's just messing with the chopsticks. And she tries to think of what to say, which isn't anything she's had much luck with since Rip had made his offer—and since Sara had realized what decision she wants to make. Leonard's easy acceptance of whatever she decides had helped, but it doesn't change this moment here and now.

Her sister, of course, isn't fooled.

"You're not, are you?" she asks gently. "You're going to keep time traveling."

There's something in her voice… Sara glances upward. She's stunned to see a slight smile on Laurel's face, and…and is that pride?

"I thought you'd be upset!" she blurts out. "I mean, I'm abandoning you again, running off again…"

Laurel mock-scowls at her, but she can't hold the expression for long. "Well, I'll miss you. You have to come visit," she instructs. "But you seem happy about this Sara. Like you've found your place. And your people."

Sara thinks back to how she'd felt when Laurel had first talked her into going on the Waverider. "Yes," she says slowly. "Yes, I have. But…I'm leaving Star City without a Canary…"

Her sister looks briefly indignant. "Excuse me?"

"Well…"

"It has one." Oddly enough, there's a light in Laurel's eyes too. "Maybe not the sort it's had before…but it has a Canary." She lifts an eyebrow at Sara. "Just one that's mainly active in the courtroom, or who will be again soon. And I do think I'll train a successor. I just have to find a likely one."

"Dad…"

"Will be fine." Laurel nods. "He noticed too, you know. How much happier…how much more you…you were again." She smiles. "And not because of the guy. Not only because of the guy."

As much as Leonard means to her now, that's true. Sara lets out a breath she'd barely realized she was holding. "OK," she says. "Yes. Yes, I'm going back on the Waverider. I feel like it's where I belong now."

Laurel looks satisfied. "I'm so glad," she says softly. "There will always be a place for you here, Sara. But I think maybe this is right for you." She shakes her head. "You never needed my permission—but you have my blessing, if you want it."

"Thank you. Me too." Sara regards her sister a moment. She's interrupted briefly by a waiter and orders her own lunch, then looks back at Laurel thoughtfully.

"So," she says, wondering how Laurel will take news of future (if not impending) aunthood. "Keep a secret for me?"

The bar they find is called the Bonus Box, a gin term that Leonard appreciates, and it's definitely Saints and Sinners' brother in spirit. (The locals give them a long side-eye as they enter, but Leonard's pretty sure his cold glare in return has guaranteed they'll be undisturbed.)

His burger and fries are classic greasy bar food (a guilty pleasure), though the beer's crappy—but then, he doesn't intend to drink much of it anyway. Mick tucks into his own beer and food with alacrity, and they don't really talk for a while. Once, they probably wouldn't have really talked at all, Leonard knows. Maybe they'd talk around the edges of an upcoming heist or plan. Nothing more.

Now, though. Now, they have to talk.

There's nothing more than crumbs when they finally actually look at each other. Mick grunts and polishes off his beer, then rises to go get another. Leonard takes a swig of his, which is barely half gone, and considers his words.

When Mick returns with a fresh beer, Leonard clears his throat, wincing as he realizes how much he sounds like someone preparing to give a speech. Mick eyes him and grunts.

And then he completely undercuts his friend's planned talk.

"Know you and Blondie might wanna stay here," he says into his drink. "I get it. But I'm going on the ship with British. Can't go back to the same old, same old. Ain't me anymore."

Leonard stares at him. Mick looks up at his silence and frowns.

"What?" he mutters.

"Nothing. I…" Leonard shakes his head. "I wasn't expecting that," he admits. "I'm not sure yet…but I think we're staying too."

Mick actually smiles, surprise touching his own face. "Yeah? Huh." He glances away. "You still gotta steal the Mona Lisa 'straight off Da Vinci's easel,' y'know. Be disappointed if you don't."

Leonard's startled into a laugh. "And the Hope Diamond before it's discovered?"

"Yeah." Mick's smirk slips, then, and it's his turn to clear his throat, staring into his drink again. Leonard waits, puzzled,

"You and I, we've done a lot of thieving, a lot of cool stuff, a lot of fun," the other man says haltingly, still not looking at him. "Anyway, I, uh... I just wanted to make sure I said something important that wasn't left unsaid."

Leonard waits, uncomfortably. He's not fond of touchy-feely. But for Mick…

"This wasn't a good idea," Mick mutters, then sighs. He looks up at Leonard, then, and smiles a little.

"You're the best guy I ever knew," he says, holding his drink up in a toast. "You may not think you're a hero, but you're a hero to me." He shakes his head, glancing away. "At the Vanishing Point...ah, fuck. That was badass. Saved us all. And you coulda been toast, real easy. I thought you were...brother."

It's…unexpected. And while an earlier, different Leonard Snart might have been scornful or so uncomfortable as to ignore the words, this one has changed. A lot.

OK, he's still a little uncomfortable. Too long pretending he and Mick don't have hearts, really. But he can feel the sincerity behind the words—the mended fences of this journey and all its painful ups and downs—and he appreciates it.

And so, he holds his beer up too, inclining his head. "Well," he drawls, "you're the guy who became the first in—what, millennia?—to break the Time Masters' programming through sheer spite and willpower alone. Also badass."

Mick meets his eyes again then, smirking. "Yeah? Yeah. Guess it was."

"Damn right." Leonard clinks his glass against Mick's. "To the two baddest sons of bitches of all time," he says solemnly, smirking as his friend barks out a laugh. "Time won't know what hit it."

"Y'know what, Snart? Pretty sure it already doesn't."

After Laurel's injury, she'd moved into a ground-floor apartment in a somewhat more residential neighborhood than before. Their dad had taken the second-floor apartment to be nearby, which Sara was aware Laurel was resigned about at this point in time. Eventually, she'll probably insist they get a bit more distance—but Sara had every intention of being off on the Waverider at that point and no longer available to take sides in family squabbles.

At the moment, however, she's sprawled on a futon on what Laurel is setting up at her office, staring at the ceiling and wishing she could get to sleep. She's become used to having a regular bedmate again, for one thing, and recent events have given her a lot to think about.

She's turning one of those things over her mind when there's a slight rattle against the window.

Then another. And another.

She's not surprised at all, when she finally raises the shade and peeks out, to see Leonard standing there, still tossing a handful of pebbles from hand to hand. He smiles as she opens the window, leaning out as he leans against a nearby tree, and Sara feels a smiling tugging at her lips as well.

"Going back to your juvenile delinquent days?" she asks with amusement. "You could have just texted."

"What fun is that?" He lets the pebbles run through his fingers to the ground and shrugs. "I didn't expect to be in Star City. Couldn't sleep."

"Yeah, me too." Sara studies the drop to the ground, then pushes the window open a little farther and swings one leg out over the sill, then the other. She perches there a moment and shakes her head.

"You know, I thought this place has a pretty good security system," she tells Leonard with amusement, getting a smirk in return.

"It did," he allows. "Took me all of five minutes to disable it." He shrugs as Sara sighs. "I'll upgrade it a bit before we leave, if your sister and dad are OK with that."

"You're lucky Dad's not down here with a shotgun." Sara pushes off, landing neatly on the ground before straightening and sauntering over to her unrepentant crook, grabbing his jacket in both hands and pulling him down for a kiss.

When they part, Sara sighs again. "Where's Mick?" she asks with curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

"At a safehouse not too far away. He snores." He pauses. "Make a decision?"

It's a non sequitur in some ways but given that that question is one of the reasons they're here, Sara gets it. She nods, studying his face, noting what might be worry lines around his eyes, then takes a deep breath, hoping she's right.

"I want to stay on the Waverider," she tells him. "I want to see more of time. I want to help Rip. I want...oh, I want to learn to fly the ship a little more. Leonard...are you still good with this?"

But it's obvious that he is, if you know what to look for, and Sara does. There's relief, in fact, in the blue eyes and no surprise at all. Sara feels her shoulders relaxing, finally, at his nod. She'd have gone one way or the other, but it's good that they're on the same page here.

Still... "What about Mick?" she asks, leaning into Leonard's embrace and listening to the quiet noise from the street and the sound of an urban owl somewhere above. "Is he...is he going to be OK with it?"

She can feel the chuckle reverberate through his chest. "Turns out, he was planning to stay on the ship with or without us," Leonard drawls. "Seems that going back to petty or even not-so-petty thievery is kinda boring to him now."

"Huh." Sara considers that and smiles. "You know, I think I'm less surprised by that than I thought I'd be."

"Yeah. Me too."

While Sara does her best to try to wheedle Leonard into following her back into the house (and, she says archly, pretending they're teenagers trying not to attract her dad's attention), they wind up simply sitting out on the building's front porch, on a swing the prior residents had left behind. There's been too much adrenaline, too many decisions to be made lately, and it's good to just...be...for a little while.

It makes Leonard think of Gabriel Drive, really, updated to the early 21st century and Star City. Which makes him muse that maybe, someday, they will be ready for this sort of calmer existence—or at least, a version of it. And how weird is that?

Eh. They'd probably be bored within days.

Still, Sara's nestled into his shoulder, and the night is still, and it's nice to breathe. Leonard's thoughts wander, from how Rip's new sort-of-Time-Masters will work, to when he'll get to see Lisa again and what she'll think of Sara, to what the others might decide. He can't see Raymond happily giving up his quest to be a hero—nor Kendra becoming a happy suburban housewife—but they've got a kid now, and…

And, of course, that jerks his train of thought back to other musings.

"Do you think Cassandra was always our...descendent?" he asks, voice breaking the quiet as Sara glances up at him. "I mean…things might have happened completely differently. Like the other Snart, and the Sara he knew. Never more than a maybe."

Sara makes a thoughtful noise.

"I don't think there's any way of really knowing," she says, gently moving the swing with a toe on the ground. "Most of the timeline info is wiped out now, and even before that, Gideon didn't have much record of her. She said Savage likely obscured that on purpose."

One thing Leonard doesn't want to think of is the possibly that the Time Masters had set up their—what would it be, their great-great granddaughter—with Savage as a way to make sure certain things would happen. It's not like he can kill them again, after all.

But Sara's speaking again, and he shakes off the unsettling thought, listening.

"He said most things were the same, right? Your double," she muses. "And if he wound up in a similar position, destroying the Oculus, things had to match in 2166 to some extent. But the whole thing with Cassandra turning coat so quickly was because she'd taken warnings to watch for us and turned them into a sort of, what, fairy tale, in part because of the resemblance. Would that even have happened, on that other Earth? But…"

Leonard's come to the same conclusion. And now he can feel Sara inescapably putting the other pieces together as well. She tenses, then looks back up at him, and he waits.

"If there was a Cassandra on his Earth," she says slowly, "and it seems likely there was, and she did the same things, then…"

Leonard nods.

"Then," he says, staring off into the darkness, "someone needs to get him out. And back to his Sara."

And so, yet again, the Legends meet in a vacant lot, as Rip walks out to meet them. Yet again, Sara glances away and realizes that all the usual suspects have turned up. Ray and Kendra, Mick, her and Leonard, even Stein and Jax.

Third time a charm? Well, why not?

"A full complement, again," the captain marvels, smiling at them. "To be honest, I had my doubts that all of you would be willing to throw in with me."

"Well, actually…" Ray chimes in, glancing around, but there's a smile on his face too. "We don't plan to stay on the ship, at least for the most part. But Rip already knows that."

"We'll be mostly based at the Refuge," Kendra concludes. "With Alex." She spreads her hands out in front of her. "I've seen more time than all of you combined, and I want to use the library to continue studying. I can help Rip rebuild."

"And I'm going to be the new Time Masters' Q," Ray says happily. He glances around at them, grinning. "Submarine cars or rocket belts, anyone?"

Sara laughs despite herself. "I want a garrote watch," she tells him.

"What? Ew. No. How about a wrist dart gun?"

Mick raises his hand solemnly. "I want a bagpipe flamethrower," he tells Ray, then shrugs at Leonard's groan and the expressions the request draws. "What? It was in The World Is Not Enough."

Rip shakes his head. "Perhaps the, ah, unique gadgetry can wait until we have more of a system in place," he says wryly. "As Dr. Palmer and Ms. Saunders have noted, I'm planning to base us at the Refuge. Mary's help with be invaluable, and if there are any other surviving Time Masters, that's where they'll go. We may be able to acquire some more timeships." He casts a fond look over his shoulder at the Waverider. "I'm not willing to give this one up."

Nor its AI, Sara thinks with amusement.

"And if those Time Masters take offense at our…assumption of their presumed duties?" Stein asks Rip.

"Well." The captain's smile is just a little dark. "We'll just have to…persuade them otherwise."

Jax laughs. "Now, that could be fun."

But Sara's been thinking about something. "Wait," she asks. "More ships? But we only have one pilot."

Rip nods to her. "That's not entirely true, Ms. Lance." He glances at Mick. "Mr. Rory? Forgive me, but Chronos always had an excellent reputation as a pilot. I presume you retain those skills?"

Mick blinks at him. "Yeah…" he says slowly. "But…what?" He shakes his head in disbelief. "You'd do that? You'd give me a ship?"

Sara hears Leonard make a pleased noise and glances up at him, grinning, before looking back to Mick. The big man looks rather like Rip's punched him—through he'd probably know better what to do with that.

The captain's smile is just a little regretful. "In time, when we're ready to expand the fleet, yes. It seems like the least I can do to remedy certain…missteps and hurts of the past," he says, nodding. "You are an asset to this team, Mr. Rory. And not just part of a package deal." He turns away before Mick can respond. "And now…shall we?"

Leonard chuckles quietly, then offers his arm to Sara. With a laugh, she takes it, and they start for the Waverider with the others,

At least, until she hears the noise behind them and turns a little to look with the rest of the time.

"Is that…" she starts.

"The Waverider," Rip breathes, turning back to look at his ship as if it had somehow vanished to reappear hurtling through the sky toward them. It hasn't, though, and…

"Whatever it is," Jax yells, taking a few steps back, "it's not slowing down!"

"Get down!"

The new ship hits the ground fairly hard, sliding across the already cracked pavement of the lot and just barely missing them. They struggle back to their feet, coughing and choking on smoke, and Sara offers Leonard a hand when one of his ankles seems inclined to turn.

"What the hell," he growls, looking at Rip, "is going on?"

The captain shakes his head. "To be honest, Mr. Snart, I have absolutely no idea."

A shape emerges from the smoke around the "new" Waverider then, walking toward them at a particularly intent pace. Leonard unholstered and aims his cold gun, even as Mick does the same with his own weapon, and Sara palms the handle of a knife.

The dark-clad, hooded man, who doesn't look like anyone Sara knows, stops far enough away that no one takes a shot just yet, scanning them.

"Is this 2016?" he asks urgently. Then, when there's no response: "Is this May 2016?"

"Who the hell wants to know?" Leonard snaps back, at the same time Jax manages a slightly uncertain "Yeah?"

The man sighs, a barely visible exhale. He reaches up and pulls back his hood, revealing a face that's no more familiar than it was before.

"You're exactly where you said you'd be," he tells them, then points at the original Waverider. "Do not get on that ship." A pause. "If you do, you're all dead."

"Says who?" Mick barks, gun still aimed.

The mystery man looks at him. Sara, who's been focusing on his face and expressions, sees an odd mix flick over his features. Disbelief, concern, respect, resolve.

"Says you, Mr. Rory," he says finally. "You sent me."

Mick grunts in surprise, but by then, Rip has finally found his voice. "I'm sorry," he asks sharply, stepping forward. "Who, exactly, are you?"

The man nods, seemingly unsurprised. "My name is Rex Tyler," he tells them.

"And I'm a member of the Justice Society of America."

Author's Note: So, yeah, there will be a sequel, tentatively called "Through All This Masquerade." It won't be a rewrite of Legends season two, not in the same way, but more its own thing. I had a lot of thoughts about the Justice Society and what was going on storywise before we actually saw them in the show, and I want to explore some of that. It probably won't be an epic like "Chances Are" and "Somewhere on Your Road Tonight," though.

Probably.