Final Part 4 of AU:

Aboard The Wave-Rider, 2025:

"Gideon!" He shouts over the crescendo of multiple explosions erupting on all sides of the badly beaten up time-ship.

'The Legion of Doom has found some new toys to play with', he thinks mockingly.

In the past he might have been jealous of their toys, perhaps even joined them just to play what he'd call ' a little fire roulette' and steal himself some serious swag, maybe even get a little respect for his dangerous reputation. But he's since found something...some people…some one more valuable than all of that combined ever could be.

"Yes Captain, Rory?" Replies the ever serene voice of the ships' A.I., ironic under the current dire circumstances.

"Divert 75% of our power to our weapons systems, keep Thawne off our tail for as long as you can; and for god sakes, make sure the jump-ship is ready for launch!"

He types a few commands informing the ships flight capabilities to lock onto a collision course for the dwarf star 'Sirius B.'

Thawne's wanted the ship ever since he started using that damn amulet compass. His super-speed had only ever got him so far with time-travel, and to harness the compass's full destructive potential, he'd have to hurtle through time and space in style with a ride far more powerful than his own weedy little legs.

'If Thawne wants to have this ship so bad then he can die for it' he thinks with a bitter feeling in his chest, hoping beyond all hope that his dangerous gamble pays off. Either way, there're all dead anyway, there's no getting out of this one. They all know they are outnumbered and outgunned and there won't be a second chance, no last sudden deus ex machina, (Damn Haircut, and his stupid Latin! I never asked to have that shit stuck in my skull), to save them all and let them fight and be heroes for another day. Either they'd die fighting as the brave heroes that tried so hard but failed to stop Thawne, and no one in the universe would be safe ever again; or they'd become the Legends that they strived to be from the start of it all and die saving the world; saving time itself.

"Yes, Captain. Should I inform fellow Captain Jiwe when it is ready?" Gideon asked in an upbeat fashion. He really should have got Ray to install some sort of depression chip into Gideon for these instances, now was not the time to sound like you were having the best day ever; it was completely the opposite for the rest of them.

Mick sighs with a heavy heart, continuing to punch in his series of commands "No Gideon that's just for me to know for now, but thanks."

"You are most welcome, Captain."

He's alone on the bridge, the rest of the team are busy fighting off Thawne's 'Doom-buddies' as they are called by Jax, who thinks the name is hilarious. Mick can always feel Professor Stein rolling his eyes inside Jax's head whenever he says it in their Fire-Storm state. He loves how optimistic and happy that kid can be in such dark times; he could always keep them going through all the crap. He feels that kid's been cheated out of a decent, happy, and long life. But he knows Jax would just say the ship and the team are the best thing that ever happened to him and he has no regrets, and Mick would be the first to agree with him. He tries not to think about what kind of hellhole he'd be in if it weren't for this team, his wife, this family; and no he's not grossed out to think or say it anymore…well he's as least grossed out by himself thinking or calling them family than he's ever going to be… and that might not be for much longer anyway.

Mick hits his Comms to signal Ray, "Haircut?! Where are you? I need you and Nate up here with me."

Ray's never sounded as miserable to Mick as he does now, "Sorry Mick… We got hit pretty hard out here…We've…We've lost Sara." Mick stops breathing for a few moments, sharing the feeling of acute pain and shock at her loss with Ray. She was really the strongest out of all of them. She had been one of his greatest mentors and friends, apart from Amaya, when he had finally sought to find the courage to put his past demons to rest and reform himself as a hero. Sara had even named him as her successor when she'd decided to step down as Captain in 2021; it seemed like such an ironic end for her to go first out of all of them. But he knew she'd not have gone down without taking out over half of the enemy; brilliant and badass as she is…now was.

"Shit…" he sighs, tears threatening, "Raymond, where's my wife?" he asks trying to not let himself get overwhelmed with the blind panic he feels at the thought of losing her too, as he always does when they're all out in the thick of it fighting. He knows Amaya is fully capable of looking after herself, but still, the thought of losing her would kill him. He hates himself for what he's about to do to her, but he knows that he wouldn't be able to continue his life without her if she died; he'd slip into a violent depression, and probably become far more self-destructive to the point of potentially becoming a criminal again, and he'd not insult her memory and the impact she's had on his life by letting that happen. She'd be stronger than him, she'd remain a hero and she'd succeed over Thawne with her superior knowledge of him she'd strived to gain after he'd first killed Rex Tyler, sadly now a fixed point in time. That incredible woman always had been the best person he'd ever known, and he'd always be ironically and disturbingly a little grateful to Thawne for inadvertently bringing her into his life. Amaya was as fierce in the fight as the beasts she awakened through her totem, unbelievably strong in her sense of good and loyalty, as impossibly beautiful as an angel, as deadly and sexy as a hellcat, and far sweeter, warmer and more loving than he ever thought he could ever possibly deserve.

"I'm right here babe," he heard her velvety voice, like music to his ears, over the Comms,"I'm on my way up to you, won't be long."

"Alright honey,…be careful you hear?!" he says gruffly, still uncomfortable and awkward at expressing his feelings towards her in front of the team, even after all this time with her; luckily she thinks it's adorable.

He can hear her lightly chuckle, it still sends shivers up his spine to this day, "I will ya' softy," she teases with affection saturating her voice.

"Babe, don't call me that…love ya," he cuts out the Comms rapidly before anyone can make a comment about that.

But he puts them on again without her hearing as he really does need Ray and Nate to come up to the bridge before Amaya does. "Where are you Boy-scout?"

But the Comms are redundant as Ray and Nate appear in the doorway, battered, bloodied, and bruised, but alive. Jax and Stein as Firestorm were still holding off the Legion and Thawne outside the bridge, distracting and keeping them far away from the jump-ship, as they'd planned.

"Aw Mick, ya made me all misty eyed back there. Can't we all get a 'love ya' too? Darn favouritism," jokes Nate, as they always did to keep morale going in the face of their possible demise, which was now a far greater reality than it ever was. Mick doesn't have the time to rise to this jibe, he refrains himself and merely rolls his eyes. An impressive feat for Mick Rory; previously slightly unhinged Pyro criminal.

"Quiet down Pretty-boy, we all know why we're here." He says solemnly; all of them feeling that way when you are standing over the edge of a cliff and are contemplating that crazy thought in the back of your head that says 'Jump.'

"We all know what we've gotta do; we know she's the only one out of all of us that will not only survive this, even if it tears her up, but also the only one who knows more about Thawne than any of us, and she sure as hell won't stop until Thawne is gone for good if this doesn't work."

They all nodded in agreement with Mick, they'd all decided this ages ago that if it came to the point where they were all facing the only option of self-sacrifice in order to save the universe, they'd save Amaya first to end Thawne. Of course they knew Mick would want to save his wife in any way possible, as was only natural, but she genuinely was the best choice to save everyone. There was only room for one in the jump-ship, and if any of them could help it, Amaya was going to be on it.

"You remember the plan?" Nate and Ray nod in agreement and Mick claps them both on the shoulders in appreciation and gratitude, which they acknowledge.

"Save Amaya, save the universe; easy," Says Ray in his perpetually optimistic way that actually makes Mick smile a little this time.

Captain Amaya Jiwe suddenly burst through the doors like a force of nature, succeeded only by a Legion crony that she just struck in the chest and sent flying through the air as if he were no more than a small pebble she'd absentmindedly thrown across a pond. Her Anansi necklace still receding the tell-tale blue haze of the animal spirits she'd just awoken within it.

"Hey honey, bringing your work home with you I see, huh?" Mick teased as he made his way over to her, placing his large palms just above the swell of her hips, pulling her close, and kissing her lips lightly, relieved that she was ok; still his badass survivor.

Amaya laughed as she accepted his embrace and kiss with eager ones of her own. She wraps an arm around his strong back, as his arm slips around her shoulders and they return to Nate and Ray, "Well you know how it is with today's hectic lifestyle; Oh, and love ya too by the way" she whispers the latter throwing a cheeky wink at him. "So where are Sara, Jax and Stein?"

Ray was about to explain what had happened to Sara when Mick interrupted, he didn't need her to know about Sara already when he knew that she was going to grieve 100 times over after this all came to a head, "They're all where I need them to be right now, holding over the Legion, I called you three up here because I've got a plan to give us more of an edge against these b*stards."

Amaya smiles at him, as proud as a she-wolf gazing at her alpha-male mate; renewed determination bubbling up within her. "What kind of hell you thinkin' of raining down on them Baby?" she asks intrigued at what plan he's concocted in that secretly and surprisingly brilliant mind of his. Knowing full well it's got everything to do with explosions and ammo. He's never sexier to her than when he is displaying his self-assured, heroic 'Captain Rory' persona.

Mick's dark blue eyes lock onto her obsidian ones with an intensity that makes her a little breathless and lightheaded; he grins a little darkly. He's highly aware that she's a teeny bit turned on right now. He loves it when she's so proud of his plans, and of him occasionally taking charge over them all and playing hero, that she gets a little possessive and animalistic. "Oh, you'll see sweetheart," he replies in a low rasping voice, indicating his reciprocated want and need for her.

Nate and Ray make poignant throat clearing noises to remind the couple that even though they are married, and it's totally great that they still want and love one another this much, they are still standing right there next to them witnessing everything. Although it's certainly not the first time they've had to make them both aware that they aren't alone before, and it sure as hell isn't the most 'intimate' thing they've done in front of the team when they forget there are other people who exist outside of their little personal 'FoxFire' universe. Aptly and affectionately named this by the team after Mick and Amaya both 'got hitched,' as Mick describes, and became co-captains. However, it was also because calling them Mick and Amaya became way too long, and they became too lazy, to say it every time they referred to them both. Mick rants and raves about how stupid it is to give couples joining names to make things all vomit-inducingly cutesy; but Amaya secretly knows he likes how much the team acknowledge them as a strong unit both as Captains of the Wave-Rider and as husband and wife.

Mick rolls his eyes at them for the second time within 15 minutes. "I've got all kinds of 'hell to rain down on 'em,' hidden away in the jump-ship; time grenades that can halt the movements of your enemy whilst you beat them within an inch of their lives, dwarf-star bullets you may remember from our little excursion out to the Old-West 9 years ago, and …of course… replicated heat-guns to fry the little monsters to matchsticks" Mick listed his accumulated destructive goods proudly, a small part of the old criminal in him still enjoying the prospect of all that destructive force aimed at his rivals. He shares a fleeting but knowing glace with Amaya who knows he's like a kid at Christmas talking about his new toys.

"We are all gonna make a break for the Jump-ship, collect the weapons whilst Firestorm…and Sara… hold them off" Mick finishes, subtly watching Ray and Nate trying not to respond to his last statement, fully aware that Sara has already fought her last battle for the Legends. But for Amaya's sake they suck it up and pretend nothing is amiss, and he's eternally grateful to them for it.

Ray shakes off his sadness, closes the helmet of his exo-suit, and like an excitable Labrador dying to go for a walk, he leads the way towards the doors of the bridge, "Let's go then, the Legion won't destroy themselves!…Well, they might actually… But we'll do it faster," he rambles.

"Today, Haircut!" Mick encourages roughly with the slightest note of amusement.

"Right! Sorry!" Ray scrambles out of the bridge, followed by a chuckling Nate, who 'Steels on' as they pass through the doors.

Mick and Amaya hang behind a little. She smirks slyly but lovingly at him, strolling over to be within an inch of his body, holding his warm gaze for a moment. A heart-stopping wide toothy smile suddenly breaks over her gorgeous face and she jumps into his hulking arms, kissing him deeply, her curvy legs wrapping tightly around his waist. A throaty, gravelly, and helplessly aroused laugh escapes him as he kisses her back with equal vigour, his arms locked either side of her, and masculine hands supporting her underneath her fight toned thighs. He'd stay like this forever with her if he could. So hopelessly in love with her in his own gruff way, he never really had stood a chance against falling hard for her, even from the start when she'd actually tried to kill him.

"I love you so damn much," he croaks out when they finally broke apart. The raw pain over what he is about to do gripping inside his chest like an iron claw, crushing the air from his lungs.

Amaya gives him that cute little frown she does where that tiny crease forms between her delicate brows and her nose scrunches up ever so slightly, as is what always happens when she's concerned about him, "I love and adore you too, sweetie…What's wrong?" she runs her small hand softly over his scalp, attempting to soothe him.

"Nothin' I…I just worry about losing you is all; hate those A'holes gettin' anywhere near ya enough to hurt you…I just really hope this plan works," he admits without giving his real plan away to her; his hands are shaking a little from the fear of failing her and from the guilt of knowing he's going to be causing her unimaginable pain. He knows he's saving her, but sometimes he does wonder at what cost. Hurting her was the last thing he promised her in his vows that he would never do. But this was different, this was her life that was in the balance here, and he wasn't going to let these pathetic so called 'Legion' scumbags snuff out the vibrant, and ever effortlessly resilient, love of his life.

Amaya graced him with another one of her radiant smiles that he knew meant that she loved him so much that she just physically couldn't help but smile at him, "Aw Mick, you're so sweet when you want to be. I know your plan will work. I have this feeling in me that's telling me that somehow we are going to win this, and we will both survive this. I promise you no matter what happens I'll be fighting till the last to survive just to come back to your open arms." He nodded, not able to speak through his constricted throat. He didn't doubt her for a second over the latter. But he both hated and loved the universe for giving her a feeling so wrong; firstly because he knew how painfully she would soon come to realise how wrong that feeling was, and secondly because he wanted her to have that hope within her to last as long as he could possibly help it. She deserved that much at the very least.

He kissed her deeply, imprinting all of her onto his memory, giving her every ounce of love he could possibly give to her when he knew he'd not get another chance again. When they pulled back she seemed so happy, probably thinking he believed that they would be alright too.

"We better get going, Honey," He smiled as best he could, taking her small feminine hand in his much larger once, lacing his fingers through hers, and reluctantly he took her with him on their last journey together towards the jump-ship.

Nate and Ray were already taking some ammo out when they got there, they looked up to see both their captains' hand in hand; Amaya beaming at them. They both felt the guilt inside them too, but they just smiled back just as brightly and continued to empty the jump-ship. They had known that Mick would hold her back for a few moments to say goodbye, and they certainly would never dream of denying them both that small mercy. When they had nearly finished emptying out the weapons they knew the time had come. Mick squeezed Amaya's hand and kissed her lips softly and as casually as he could muster without alarming her in any way.

Nate hated himself for what he had to say to Amaya next, knowing full well that he would then be the cause of her going into the miniature time-ship trap; but he had agreed to do it, and coming from Mick, well it would have been too suspicious.

"Hey Amaya, there's once last time-grenade on the back shelves, but it's wedged into this tiny gap that none of the guys can get into with their big meaty hands. Would you mind grabbing it for us?...Sorry." He apologised to her in the only way he knew how without giving himself away.

Luckily she didn't think anything of it. She just smiled saying "Sure, no problem," and proceeded to step into the jump-ship. The moment she was fully on the ship Ray yelled "Gideon now!" and the doors slammed and locked firmly behind her, sealing her in and isolating her from the rest of them.

Amaya whirled round shocked and looking a little pissed off, "Guys, this isn't exactly the kind of time to be playing pranks on me! Now let me out… Gideon, unlock the doors."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Captain, Jiwe" Said Gideon, actually sounding guilty.

"What are you talking about, why not?" Amaya was starting to look confused and a little worried.

"Because I promised Captain Rory I wouldn't. I'm sorry Captain Jiwe," She looked through the glass at Mick with panic building in her eyes, and it teared him apart inside.

"What's going on Mick?" She demanded of him in a voice so fierce it almost made him flinch. Mick motioned to Nate and Ray to leave them alone together; they left reluctantly with regret stinging their eyes with tears.

"Amaya, darlin'... There was no other way for me to keep you safe… We all agreed together that this was what was best for all of the team. You know more about Thawne than any of us combined, and you're strong, you're a survivor, way stronger than almost all of us by far. You were the best choice for us all. For the universe, for time."

Amaya realised with shock and fear what he was saying. Tears immediately started falling in rapid succession from her eyes, her anger flared, and the wild beasts in her charged out of her chest. "NO! Mick! You are NOT sacrificing yourself and the team, and leaving me behind to grieve for you all! How could you possibly think that I would be the one that would endure that best out of all of you? Do I not show each and every one of you how much I love you all, especially you Mick! Do you think I would honestly feel less pain than the rest of you, all of you who are my family? I never got to decide in any part of this! You can't do this to me, to us, to the team…please don't make me live without you." She whispered the latter placing a palm to the glass. Mick looked into her pleading eyes holding his palm over hers on the other side, seriously considering going back on it all; but he held firm. It was the only way, and they all knew it, even if she was denying it now she'd realise what it was all for when she made the continuation of the universe possible. He turned away so as not to let her beautiful, heart-breaking eyes sway him or wound him any longer.

"Amaya can't you see what's on the line here?! It's not just your precious life we're savin', it's everyone's! You are the only one who can make things right, who can stop Thawne and the Legion and save time itself. Don'tcha think that I have battled with this choice for months, going over it again and again, knowing it would hurt you, and hating myself for even thinkin' of doing this to you? But I must, we all must, do this." He turned back to her with wild fear and hurt pouring from his eyes down his face. Amaya didn't think she'd ever seen him cry in her life.

"I love you, and of course I know how much you feel the same way…for all of us… but, don't you see? It's that fierceness you have inside you, that love you have, that survivor's instinct, that I know will keep you going and will help you succeed over Thawne where the rest of us might have fallen short. You know I wouldn't have coped with that, you know I'd have fallen into the darkness again if I'd lost you. You know me too well to doubt it... Would you honestly say you wouldn't have tried to save me and the team in the exact same way?"

He breathes raggedly, his forehead resting on the thin glass separating them, feeling lightyears apart from her. She looks up at him with a strange mixture of hurt, anger, adoration, and empathy. She knows he's right, that she would have sacrificed herself for all of them too if it meant their lives, and the lives of everyone else in the cosmos. "No I can't tell you that, I would have tried to save you all as you are trying to save me now… But Mick, that doesn't make it ok, and it certainly doesn't make it better this way. What if I fail you after all you are giving up? There's got to be another way! " She reasons with him, hoping beyond all hope that there is another way they can all get out of this.

He huffs out a short mirthless laugh, loving how she is still trying in the face of despair to find the answer, to find hope. He shakes his head gently, causing her tears to begin afresh, "We are out manned, out-gunned. Even with the full team it's only a matter of time, which we don't have on our side, before Thawne wins anyway. We all know it deep down…I'm so, so sorry my darlin', but this is how we all come out of this on top; this is how we become Legends for true, and save everything and everyone…I love you…So much…Always…Good-bye, Angel."

With that Mick forces himself to let her go, and presses the eject on the jump-ship to dislodge it from the Wave-Rider. Amaya desperately shouts at him to stop, punching the glass, pulling at the door of the jump-ship, hysterical tears freely flowing; but it's too late. She's airborne, and floating further and further from them all, and there's nothing she can do but watch as Mick's ashen and pained face becomes more distant as she drifts safely away.

After an hour, Amaya still rages, grieves and thrashes against the walls of the jump ship like a caged and wounded creature. Until finally, she is exhausted, and slumps down into the chair of the ship, her hands slamming down palm first onto the console, her head coming to rest on them, sobbing her heart out…

Ten seconds later a voice similar to Gideon's speaks out, "Identity confirmed. Amaya Jiwe, A.K.A Vixen. Member of the Justice Society of America, circa 1942."

Amaya looks up surprised and confused in the haze of her emotional turmoil. She hears a loud 'click' sound to her left and turns to see a small secret compartment open up. There's a hidden weapon inside, and an old letter with her name written on it. Amaya is momentarily stunned until her inner warrior kicks in and she stops crying, determinedly strides over to the gaping hole in the wall and snatches out the letter, tearing it open.

It reads:

'For my fellow Captain, Legend and Friend, Amaya Jiwe, in the year 2025;

I leave you this weapon in the hope that it will help you save time itself, and…if this moment in time has not solidified itself yet…hopefully change your own fate as well.

Good luck and Godspeed,

Rip Hunter

P.s. It's a long lasting one this time!'

Amaya utterly dumbfounded looks at the weapon this Rip Hunter, (She knows she's heard that name before), has left her… She nearly cries with triumph…It's a speedster 'stun-gun' and not just any 'stun-gun', one that will leave Thawne incapacitated for a good long while, long enough for her and the team to capture him and take the amulet compass from him.

'This changes everything!' She thinks with leg-weakening relief, whilst whispering her thanks out to the vastness of space, hoping somewhere Rip Hunter will hear her and feel her undying gratitude.

Amaya wishes she had known this man purely so that she could thank him in person for giving her, and her family, their lives back. She knows this is no coincidence, it's the universe righting the wrongs caused by Thawne and the Legion.

Suddenly the jump-ship crackles to life, Mick must have disabled it for what he thought was long enough for her not to be able to fly herself straight back to the Wave-Rider. But now she has the speedster gun, now she has a functioning ship, and she is more the 'hard-core determined warrior' than ever before. She feels invincible.

Amaya time jumps straight back to the Wave-Rider, docking the jump-ship, and bursts through the doors, running through the hallways at full pelt with the speedster gun, hunting down her prey. She doesn't even stop as she runs past the completely stunned faces of her fellow Legends. She has one purpose at that moment and one purpose only; Stop Thawne.

The gun is locking onto his signature, recognising the speedster in him, and Amaya can see he's close. She turns the last corner just before the bridge, and suddenly stops. Thawne's got Mick by the throat, she can see he's about the phase through Mick's chest to stop his heart. The animal spirits in her snarl out loudly out of possessiveness and in defence of her mate.

"Hey Thawne!" She yells. Mick looks over Thawne's shoulder stunned, elated, and terrified to see his wife all of a sudden right there in the flesh in all her wild glory. Battle ready, completely gorgeous, and nowhere near far enough away from here.

"Amaya, No!" he strangles out. But he just gets pushed back into the wall, the vice grip around his neck tightening.

Thawne turns to her, looks at the weapon she's pointing straight at him, and smiles condescendingly at her. A slimy, evil smirk on his face making him look grotesque. "A stun-gun, Amaya, really? It's been tried before, and honestly it's a seriously poor plan if you ever hoped to hinder me at all. It's barely better than a toy gun." He chuckles to himself as she narrows her eyes and grinds her teeth in rage at him.

"Yeah, well I got news for you A'hole," She lifts the gun higher so it lines up directly with his heart, "It's long lasting!"

Thawne's face drops satisfyingly as Amaya fires the gun point-blank at him knocking him hard against the wall, effectively making him releasing her husband, and causing him convulse before finally hitting the ground in a smoking heap.

She wastes no time in taking the amulet compass off him, picking his limp body off the floor and taking him straight to the Wave-Rider's holding cell. She throws him in and just because he's caused so much pain and so much suffering to so many, she kicks him solidly in the ribs for good measure and leaves him to rot in there.

Mick follows her quietly, staring at her in wonder when she finally stops to face him, before a genuine and massive smile breaks across his face. He's just about to embrace her and tell her how much he loves her when she slaps him hard across his right cheek, so hard it makes him a little dizzy.

He looks at her more than a little shocked, holding his stinging cheek. Then laughs out loud realising that, yeah, he kinda deserved it after forcing her off the ship and making her deal with having to grieve over them all.

She can see in his eyes that he knows why she did it, and how deeply sorry he is about what he did, even if it was to try and save her. A small loving smile slips out of her as their eyes connect, and she finally throws the gun down, running into his open arms. They hold each other in an embrace so tight it's a wonder if they'll ever let go again. Amaya, still holding Mick around his torso, looks up at him beaming and says, "I promised you I'd be back in your arms after all this ended…Don't ever try to save my life again!" she swats his arm playfully.

Mick laughs gently as he rests his forehead down on hers, "You were right…as always…I love you."

"I love you too…Thank god it's over! Now the team can go back to the way we were before all this time-altering hell happened." She notices the sudden sadness that flashes across Mick's features.

"What is it?" She asks, worried.

"Well…not all the team made it, Honey… We lost Sara just before you came onto the bridge and found me, Nate and Haircut there... After all this we'll still have a family member to grieve for." He says solemnly, finally calling the team his family out loud without even thinking about it.

Amaya's eyes prickle painfully at another round of threatening tears. Thawne couldn't possibly have won one last evil trick over them. Taken one last life that meant so much. It just wasn't right, or just. Then an idea sparked in her brain, she looked at Mick excitedly, picked the amulet compass out of her pocket and held it up to him, "We can change her fate, Mick."

He realises what she's suggesting and the relief floods his face, knowing that they can get Sara back, once again bringing her back from the dead. She had a real lucky streak with not being able to be dead for long.

Mick grasps the hand of his co-captain and wife, kisses her smooth palm, still not quite fathoming how she's even here with him. It dawns on him that she hasn't actually told him how she got back to the Wave-Rider, "How did you actually get back here by the way? And where did that gun come from I've never seen it before. Certainly would have remembered hiding that kind of game changing weaponry away."

Amaya takes his hand and starts leading him to find their fellow team-mates turned family, explaining as they walked, "Oh, I somehow managed to open some secret compartment in the jump-ship, and found the gun in there with a note dated from 2016, addressed to me for this year; 2025. Guy called Rip Hunter. Who I don't think I've ever met, but the name sounds familiar. He said he left it for me hoping it would help us all against Thawne." She shrugs, not really knowing what to make of it herself. She just knows she's more than just a little thankful to both him and the universe.

Mick stopped, stunned. The time-master, his old captain, and friend (although he would never have let him know that he considered him a friend), Rip Hunter, who Amaya had never met before, had left his wife a gun and note from the past to save them nearly 10 years into the future. How the heck did that come about?!

But as Mick watched a healthy, happy and grinning Amaya look back at him with that cute little questioning crease between her eyebrows; he couldn't bring himself to really care. She was here, their team/family would be restored and safe once again, Thawne was defeated, and time would be re-written the right way again. That's all that mattered.

End of AU! Hope you liked it! Was far longer than I originally planned! Kinda took on a life of its own there.

Please R&R! Thank you