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Laurel sighed as she flipped through a book for the millionth time. It had been three weeks since the Legends had rescued her, but since then they'd done nothing but float around in space. Sara had filled her in on everything that had been happening over the last couple of months including everything they knew about Savage. She couldn't believe that psychopath was still alive. The last time she'd seen him, he was nothing but a pile of ash in an abandoned warehouse.

But Rip had nothing. No intel, no plan, no ideas. He didn't even have a clever lie to tell the team and boost moral. She'd seen him earlier rewatching a message from his wife and son. Just staring. It was disheartening to see him in such a state even if she didn't know him as well.

A loud grunt brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a knife had been thrown into a box by the pyromaniac.

"Don't mind him. He's still sore about having to leave 2046," Snart said from the doorway where he was playing cards with Sara.

"Sore, because I was recruited for my unique ability to light things on fire. And now I'm locked in the one place, where I can't light things on fire. A spaceship," His partner responded storming out of the room.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Why? You gonna clock me on the head if I don't listen again?"

Snart stared at his partner as he left before turning his attention back to the card game at hand.

"Everything ok with you two?" Sara asked casually.

"Yeah, Peachy."

"Didn't seem that way," Laurel said carefully.

"Well, Mick's always run a little hot. He'll cool down eventually."

"Could everyone please report to the bridge," Rip's voice echoed through the hull.

"Looks like the captain finally got a lead," Sara said taking the cards and putting them back into their box.

"Anything is better than just sitting on this hunk of metal," Laurel said standing up. She was tired of being cooped up in the Waverider. She couldn't believe that a few weeks ago she was willing to give up being the Black Canary. Her life would've felt so empty without the mask.

The group gathered on the bridge as Rip filled them in on a stranded time ship.

"Doesn't it seem suspicious, this distress call just happened to reach us?"

"Extremely," Laurel said, shaking her head. "It has to be a trap."

"Well, it very may well be. But it is also the only chance we have at getting the information on Savage. Unless Gideon can upload the data from the Acheron's computer…" Rip started before he was cut off.

"I'm in," Mick said gruffly.

"You are?" Leonard asked suspiciously.

"The sooner we end Savage, the sooner I get back to where I belong."

"Prison?" Stein asked. Laurel nodded in agreement. She knew Sara had come to care for this team, but she was still uncomfortable working alongside criminals.

"Any prison on Earth's better than this one, Professor," he responded moving to sit in his seat.

"Gideon, engines to full throttle," Rip said as everyone began taking a seat. Finally, they were going somewhere.

They flew through space until they stopped near the stranded time ship. Rip asked for Stein and Jax to go on the boarding party.

"I want in," Laurel said stepping forward.

"No." Sara stated firmly.

"It's been three weeks Sara I'll be fine," Laurel argued. Really she just wanted off this ship no matter what the risk. Plus, it was a rescue mission. It should be fine.

"Well, in this instance I'm going to agree with Sara," Rip said checking his gun before gesturing to the group. "This could very well be a trap. And I need to make sure we have adequate backup should the necessity arise. Dr. Palmer. I leave the ship in your hands while we're gone. And I leave him in yours," he added turning to Kendra. With that the team was split.

Laurel sat down putting her feet up on one of the chairs while Ray began pretending to be on the USS Enterprise.

"Oof, Mick had it wrong this ship isn't a prison it's a torture chamber," Snart said annoyed by the lovebirds.

"Well, I don't think Mick's problem is with the ship," Sara pointed out.

"You think it's with me."

"Kind of seems like it," Laurel commented.

"You did knock him out and force him to leave 2046 Star City, which is like Disneyland for felons," Sara added.

"He'll get over it."

"It's been three weeks," Laurel argued. "He's not getting over it any time soon."

"Look he'll calm down eventually and everything will go back to normal."

"I bet that one sounded more convincing in your head."

"I didn't realize that I'd have two Lance sister's trying to work out my problems for me," Snart commented glaring slightly at the Canaries. Laurel opened her mouth to respond, when a message came through from the Acheron. The man asked for Ray and informed them that the rest of the crew had been taken hostage. Laurel didn't miss the glance Sara sent her way. Rip's voice came through the speakers going on about them raining down hell if they were not returned. The ship whirred to life after he mentioned some onslaught and instantly the Waverider began firing on the enemy ship.

Within a few seconds, the Acheron began to return fire. A large blast shook the ship as Gideon reported damage in the aft portion of the hull. Sara and Snart stood up storming out of the bridge as Ray switched to manual control.

"Make sure Picard here doesn't get us all killed," Snart drawled as he and Sara went to fix the ship.

"Actually, I'm more like Sulu right now. Or Han Solo!"

"Ray, your not helping," Laurel yelled as the ship jolted left.

Rip's voice came through the speakers again as he discreetly activated another protocol. Nothing seemed to happen, but the pirates lost their trail and Gideon retook control of the ship.

"What just happened?" Laurel asked standing up.

"No idea. Gideon damage report," Ray said moving away from the captain's chair.

"The breach has only been partially contained, and it appears to be deteriorating in condition."

"What the hell is going on down there?" Kendra said joining Ray.

"I don't know but we need to go and find my sister now. I have a bad feeling about this."

The group took off, racing down the hall of the Waverider until they reached the door. Ray went to open the door only to find the airlock engaged.

"Thanks for stopping by," Sara said walking up to the door.

"We're gonna get you out of here," Laurel said firmly turning to Ray. "Right?"

"Yeah, umm just hold tight."

"Is there another option?" Sara said annoyed.

"Don't mean to rush you, Raymond, but it's getting cold in here. Normally I wouldn't complain, but…"

"Can't you just open the doors, Gideon?" Kendra asked desperately.

Gideon's response was less than encouraging.

"Well how much time do we have until…"

"We're dead?"

"No that is not happening," Laurel insisted. "Come on we'll figure something out just try and keep warm."

Sara nodded slightly as the group ran towards the cargo bay.

"There has to be something we can do," Laurel said as they entered.

"I have an idea. If I can get my suit to work in space, then I can patch the hole and the doors should open right?"

"If you survive," Kendra pointed out.

"I don't think we have much of a choice right now. And I can't let my sister die again."

"Yeah I'm starting to see the resemblance," Kendra said sarcastically. "And I thought I was the only one with multiple lives."

"Can you do it?" Laurel said ignoring Kendra.

"Yeah just give me a little bit," Ray responded grabbing his suit and making the modifications, when he was done he let Kendra stay and help him in the Cargo bay while Laurel ran point from the bridge. Ray was outside within minutes as Kendra talked to him to try and get him to stay awake. Laurel sighed. Not much she could do now. She looked around at the different display screens before resting her gaze on the one with Snart and Sara.

Her sister was pacing around restlessly. Her entire body was quivering as she walked from one end of the room to the other. Snart watched her carefully before saying something. Sara rolled her eyes and continued walking before a blue jacket collided with her side. Laurel watched amused. Even though there was no sound on the video, she could practically hear her sister argue with the crook. Finally she sank down to the floor next to him and wrapped the jacket around her shoulders.

Laurel's lips twitched upwards. It was a terrible situation, but at least Sara wasn't alone. She remembered talking to her sister after she came back to life. The younger had opened up about how lonely and terrifying it was to die.

An exclamation of panic turned Laurel away from the screen. She raced down to the cargo bay in time to see Ray collapse onto the floor. Kendra was in complete distress banging desperatly on Ray's chest in some sort of attempt at CPR.

"Move," Laurel yelled pushing the Hawk priestess out of the way. She carefully got on her knees into the proper position and began doing compressions and mouth to mouth. After a few minutes, she was about to call it when his eyes suddenly flew open and he inhaled deeply.

"Ray!" Kendra yelled crawling over next to him. She cradled his head in her hands. "I thought you were dead."

"I think I was there for a second," he said gasping for air. "Thank you."

"You kids need a moment?" came the familiar drawl of Snart. Laurel turned around to see her sister standing there slightly shivering.

"Sara," Laurel gasped pulling her into a tight hug. She tensed for a moment at the contact before relaxing.

"Not dead yet," She said pulling away. "You ok?"

"Mr. Palmer nearly died," Gideon's cheerful voice informed them.

"Welcome to the club," Snart said leaning against the doorway. "Gideon, what's happening on the Acheron?"

"Funny you should ask. I just received a message from Mr. Rory. It seems he escaped capture and is now returning to the Waverider."

"Told you."

"I don't know something seems off," Laurel commented thoughtfully. It couldn't be that easy. They walked down the hallway towards the jumpship questioning the AI as they did. Everyone seemed to be in agreement with Laurel.

The doors began to open with Gideon's announcement and Mick stepped out a large gash on his face along with a gallery of bruises.

"You ok, Mick?" Snart asked on seeing his partner's disheveled appearance.

"Boys! Ship's all yours." Mick yelled back. The hallway was instantly flooded with time pirates their guns pointing directly at the five remaining crew members.

"You son of a bitch," Ray said in realization.

"What are you doing Mick?"

"I'm getting us home. Are you in?"

Everyone stared at Snart as he walked forward slowly drawing his cold gun.

"Yeah," He responded finally turning to look back at them. "Time to choose a side I guess."

Laurel tensed in anger. She couldn't believe this.

"Chosen."

Snart suddenly turned firing on the pirates as Mick yelled at him in anger. They all took off running down the hall. A swarm of pirates followed them as a brawl broke out between the two groups.

"Laurel!" Sara yelled breaking her staff into two. She tossed one piece to her sister as a make-shift escrima stick before running off down the hall taking down everyone in her way. Laurel caught the stick and began fighting off everyone around her. After a few minutes she, Ray, and Kendra stood over a hoard of unconscious pirates.

"Let's go," Laurel said running in the same direction Sara had. They came across Snart his gun up, pointed at his former partner in crime. Sara was sitting on the floor a large burn on her arm. She may have looked ok to most people but Laurel could see through the facade. She definitely wasn't going to let this go. Rip announced that they'd regained control of the Acheron and everyone felt a bit of tension flow out of them.

"What are you gonna do Snart?" Mick asked staring murderously at his friend. Sara didn't give anyone the chance to do anything. She grabbed her staff and hit Mick in the back of the head knocking him out cold.

"Thanks," She said looking at Snart. He nodded in response as Kendra and Ray hauled him into the brig.

"Come on," Laurel said grabbing her sister's hand and leading her away. They entered their room and Sara sat down on the bed. Kendra had moved into Carter's old room after they'd rescued Laurel so the sister's could share their own space.

"Laurel, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me," Sara insisted when she took out the first aid kit.

"Sara, I'm not like everyone else on the ship ok. I know you're in a lot more pain than you're letting on. Just let me take care of the burn and then I'll leave you be."

They stared at each other for a few moments before Sara sighed in annoyance and removed her shirt.

"Fine," she said with her teeth clenched. Laurel smirked in victory and began treating the wound. The former assassin winced a few times but otherwise remained quiet.

"Soo, you and Snart seemed pretty cozy back there," Laurel said smirking.

"No, it was just cold it wasn't anything else."

"Come on, Sara. I know you better than that. He gave you his jacket."

"Because I was wearing a thin sweater and would have died first otherwise. God, your making me feel like we're back in highschool."

"I think the sleepaway camp comparison was more accurate." Laurel said smirking. She finished with the burn and went over to the closet tossing her sister a jacket.

"Come on I know you're cold and your other shirt has a giant burn in it anyway," Laurel insisted when Sara tried to argue against wearing a jacket. Sara rolled her eyes before slipping the coat on.

"Team, report to the bridge," Rip announced a few seconds later.

"Perfect timing Captain," Sara said exiting the room with Laurel following close behind.

They were the last to arrive and the discussion was pretty obvious from the start.

"Why don't we just drop him off back in 2016?" Ray asked as if the answer was that simple.

"Because my sister lives in 2016. And your father, and your wife," Snart responded listing off multiple reasons.

"So what exactly are we talking about here? Leaving Rory in the brig until we take down Savage?" Jax asked.

"No, no, no, no, the brig is unsuitable for long-term incarceration," Rip said shaking his head.

"Leaving him free run of the ship is not an option," Sara added crossing her arms.

"I'll handle it," Snart spoke up coldly.

"By handling it, you mean murder?" Stein asked in horror.

"No," Laurel cut in. "Absolutely not!"

"I said I'll handle it," Snart snapped leaving the room.

"No. I am still an attorney. Hell, I was about to become the DA. I will not condone murder," Laurel yelled at the remaining members of the team.

"You're not condoning it, Laur," Sara said putting a hand on her sister's shoulder. "You told him no. He didn't listen. That's not on you."

"I can't believe this!" Laurel shouted. "Your all ok with this?"

"Sometimes, we have to make tough choices," Sara said sadly. Laurel sighed looking back at her sister before storming out of the room.

Author's Note: What do you guys think? Any suggestions for ways Laurel can be incorporated into the next couple of episodes. Let me know! Until next time!