Authors note: So I found this lovely piece while transferring files to my new laptop and with a little spit shine, I thought why not post it? Yes this is Timecanary because I love the interactions between Rip and Sara. It isn't a one-shot, but it also isn't going to a long multi-chapter. I'm still working a few things out.
Anyways, I wrote this sometime before the crossover and before they discovered where Rip was hiding out. So its an AU based off pre-crossover knowledge.
As always, I do not own the Character of Legends of Tomorrow, just my own unicorn-shipping ideas.
Enjoy!

Sara sat silently in her room starring at the floor, Gideon's words ringing in her head. 'Maybe she's wrong. Maybe…' Sara thought. But she knew Gideon was rarely if never wrong. "Ugh!" She groaned then fell back onto her bed and starred up at the ceiling, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes. "What am I going to do?" She whispered, then shut her eyes and let the tears roll down her face.

Rip stood on the main deck of the ship with Dr. Heywood, looking for time anomalies, more specifically those created by the unknown speedster rushing through time and causing havoc. "Gideon another scan of the timeline please." Rip requested.

"Yes captain." Gideon replied as the table in front of them lit up with activity.

"Captain Hunter I think this speedster is laying low for now, especially considering his last plan quite literally blew up..." Heywood pointed out.

Rip nodded in agreement, "Yes, but we can't stop the search. We need to stay on top of this if we want to stop this speedster." He slapped his hand down on the table.

"Then leave it to Gideon. You know she'll inform us if anything occurs and of course I'll keep an eye on history as well. But I think the team needs a break, we've been running through the timeline non-stop since your return. And things are getting a little tense around here. Being cooped up on the wave rider during down time isn't helping."

Captain Hunter gave the historian an exasperated look, "They haven't been cooped up on the ship the entire time." Heywood didn't respond, just starred at the time master. They held each other's stares for a few seconds before Rip let out a sigh of defeat, "I guess they have been fighting hard and have deserved a well-earned break. How does a trip to the 90's sound?"

Heywood smiled then chuckled, "Boy band mania? Sure, why not. You should inform the rest of the team."

"Very well. Gideon inform the crew to join us on the bridge. We leave as soon as the team is strapped in and the ship is ready." Rip instructed the computer.

"Of course, sir." The program replied.

"Hope you can pull off white washed jeans." Heywood joked walking off.

Rip didn't reply, but gave a small chuckled. It soon died when the thought of white came across his mind. The white canary aka Sara Lance is considered captain along side of him and leader of the team, but she didn't show to the meeting with the Historian. This isn't the first time she had avoided him though and figured he knew why. He let out a sigh, his head falling in regret. They should have talked about what happened, but they both thought they could just push past it and continue protecting the time line, that short time forgotten.

"Miss Lance, Captain Hunter has requested that you and the team come join him on deck and prepare for a time jump." Gideon's voice came over the intercom in Sara's room.

Sara sat up trying to wipe away the evidence of crying from her face, "Where are we headed Gideon?" She asked.

"The captain wants to inform the team of the destination himself." The computer replied.

Rolling her eyes Sara slid off the bed, landing on her feet, "I'll be there in 5." She informed Gideon.

"Very well Miss. Lance." Gideon answered.

Left with nothing but her thoughts now, Sara slipped on a pair of boots then walked over to the mirror. Her eyes were slightly puffy from crying, but besides that she looked somewhat normal. Taking a deep breath, the canary mentally prepared herself to face the team and Rip. She knew how to keep a secret and hide behind a façade, but she didn't know how well she could do it from those who she considered a second family.

Dropping her head, she took in a few deep breaths then pushed her self away from the mirror and out the door, a fake smile on her lips.

Sara was the last to arrive on the bridge and found everyone but Rip strapped into their seats. "Ah miss lance there you are." Rip greeted. She nodded in his direction but didn't greet him back, just continued walking towards her own chair.

Once she was seated Rip addressed the team, "As you may or may not know, we currently have no leads on the speedster that is running rampant through time, but I have Gideon and our own Dr. Heywood keeping an eye out in history for the devil. In the meantime, it has come to my attention that this team has been working tremendously hard and have earned a well-deserved break."

Murmurs of appreciation and agreement went around the room. "Do you mean you need a break from us?" Ray asked.

"Nothing of the sorts, but I have noticed that there really has been no 'free time' and being cooped up all the time is starting to make some people…. irritable." Rip looked directly at Mick.

"What? Not my fault everyone on this ship is so annoying." Mick replied harshly.

"Well if someone would stop stealing all the good sweets then maybe we would be less annoying." Jax countered.

Mick turned towards the younger half of Firestorm, "Maybe you should be quicker then."

Jax opened his mouth for another rebuttal but Rip quickly cut him off, "That being said. We are taking a short vacation to stretch our legs and create some space between each other."

"And where and when are you taking this vacation?" Dr. Stein asked.

"Florida 1995." Rip replied.

"Ah hells yea! Sun and fun." Jax shouted, clearly excited.

"Not trying to sound like a child, but can we head to Disney World?" Ray asked, his face lit up with childlike excitement.

Mick shook his head, "No way haircut. Got head to beach soak up the heat and the babes." He winked at Sara, who just rolled her eyes.

"I'm with Ray. I've never been to Disney world. It's pretty much all the kids in elementary talked about, dream wise." Jax stated.

Everyone in the room started to argue over where they should be allowed to go, why their option was better than other, well everyone but Sara and Rip.

Sara just stared blankly across the room, while Rip tried to get control of the team.

Finally, Dr. Stein stood up, "I say we split into two groups. One can head to the wonderful world of Disney while the other heads to the beach. Is that acceptable Captain?" He looked over to Rip, who had his hand in his hair.

"Quite. Now if you would all strap in and have your decision made by the time we reach our destination." Rip walked around to his own chair, sat down, and pulled down the metal straps. Everyone followed suit and locked themselves in as Rip tapped a few things into the arm rest, "Sun and fun here we come." He stated then hit the accelerator, thrusting the wave rider into time and space.

Sara only squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the ship lurch, along with her stomach. It was going to be a long ride and she was pretty sure she really wasn't going to enjoy the 'sun and fun'.

When the wave rider finally landed, Sara was barely containing the nausea that had rose steadily throughout the time jump. As soon as she felt the latches of her chair give she quickly leaped up and ran for the nearest rest room, ignoring the confused and concerned looks of her fellow team members. Sprinting through the ship, Sara finally came across a restroom and flung herself inside and over the toilet. Once her knees hit the ground and her face was over the bowl her stomach gave a hard heave pushing bile up and out of her body. Tears that she thought had been repressed earlier, sprang up once again as she vomited up her breakfast, knowing it wasn't just the time jump that causing the nausea.

Behind her she heard someone enter the room and then cool fingers along her neck as her hair was pulled away from her face. "Just breath Sara. It'll pass soon." Rips British brogue soothed. She felt him gather her hair in one hand then used his free hand to gently rub circles her back.

Sara tried to tell him to leave her be, but her stomach lurched once more, cutting her off.

They stayed like this for a few minutes until Sara dropped her head onto her hand and let out a groan. Rip continued to gently rub her back and somehow it made her feel a little better. After another minute or two Rip finally broke the silence, "Would you like to go lay down?" He asked. Sara nodded, then slowly lifted her head up and then tried to push herself from the floor. Rip stood up, giving her the space she needed to stand, but her legs wobbled and gave out. The captain quickly caught her before she hit the ground and swung her into his arms.

"Put me down." The canary protested weakly, even as she felt her body snuggle into his, betraying her.

Rip rolled his eyes, ignoring her, "Sorry Miss Lance, but I'd prefer if you didn't get a concussion on top of the nausea. Now I'm taking you to the med bay to have Gideon take a look at you."

As soon as Rip mentioned the med bay, Sara started to struggle, "No. I'm fine, just effects of the time jump. All I need is a shower and some rest. I'm fine."

Rip stopped where he was and looked down at the blonde woman in his arms, who was giving him a pleading look. Sighing, he gave in, "Very well. But if it continues promise me you'll get medical attention."

Sara gave him weak smile, "Promise." Rip returned her smile then turned and carried the white canary to her quarters.

A little short I know, but it was the best place I thought to break up what I had written. Next chapter is waiting!
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