This topic makes me think of season one and what I truly did love about it.
I’m not going to claim season one was perfect. In my opinion, it took a little too long to find its groove, and while there were a few great episodes in the front part of the season (particularly blood ties, dealing with Sara’s blood lust and her continuing fight to control it), I didn’t feel like it truly gelled until after Marooned shook things up a little.
But I think overall, there was a pretty powerful theme of grief, acceptance and moving on. Rip was the most obvious example, but I think it was true for most of the characters to some extent.
Sara, for example, was grieving over her lost innocence. It didn’t consume her the way that Rip’s grief was consuming him, of course. But it was something she dealt with every day: when she found herself compelled to violence, when she succumbed to the effects of the 1950s and rejoined the League. When she found herself drawn to the nurse Lindsay and her responses to that. It wasn’t overt, but over the course of the season, we saw Sara come to terms with her past and find strength and purpose aboard the Waverider.
Kendra was grieving her normal life. People mocked her barista line, but that’s because people lack fucking empathy. The poor girl had an ordinary, happy life before she was suddenly swept up into this crazy nightmare of loved ones she can’t remember, an abuser obsessed through lifetimes....
Not all the characters were so strongly tied to their losses, but they were at least touched upon: Ray’s fiancee, Jax’s dad. Leonard Snart tried to save his childhood through keeping his father from prison.
Even Mick found himself grieving the man Snart was, or at least he’d thought he was, before they’d joined the team, while Last Refuge showed us that some hurts run deeper than that.
But each character had their own arc that moved them past that.
And of course, Rip’s arc was center stage. And as cheesy and ridiculous as season one could be, I’ll never forget Rip flying the Waverunner into the sun and then, finally, choosing life instead.
(Later season Legends has committed many sins, but I will never forgive the showrunners for having Rip take back that choice.)
I guess it’s funny. The theme is darker days, but I’m talking about how Legends was better then. But I think it was.
Season 1 Legends wasn’t afraid to be dark, and it wasn’t afraid to be painful. And yes, it could be very funny, but that wasn’t the point. The humor in season 1 came from the characters. And sometimes it came from pain or callousness, or anger. The characters weren’t always likable and they weren’t always fun, but they grew and became stronger and better.
I’m not going to say that later seasons Legends can’t be dark, I know that Zari and John Constantine in particular have had plots that address grief and guilt. But I feel like the show isn’t willing to commit the way it used to. At least not without some kind of wacky subplot to lighten the mood. And there’s nothing wrong with that, I suppose. But I liked it better the way it was.
Rip Hunter Appreciation Week - Day 3 - “I’ve seen darker days.”
There is a day that will come and he knows when it is and how it will happen there is little to be done to stop it or slow it's ever approaching yet so very distant moment. A moment every child knows in their heart, when the one whom he has left to call home, the one who made the best mince pies, and taught him to be who he is the real him underneath that mask for the world will not be there for him. Luckily she will also still be there in the past where he can find her should the need ever arise, but it haunts him...
Summary: He hoped Gideon had been listening when the signal went out, as brief as it had been, and it reached her otherwise he would probably die here. But as the last of the Time Masters, maybe it was time.
Author’s Note: Day 3: “I’ve seen darker days.” – Terrible things have happened to Rip throughout the show, but as fans we’re good at thinking up more. It’s Whump Day!
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Rip Hunter, former Time Master, former Time Bureau Director, former Captain, former husband, former father, and current recluse walked slowly through the deserted space station looking for the point of origin of the distress signal he was tracking.
The station had been shut down for years and, from what he knew, there should be nothing working at all. Never mind a signal made by technology over a hundred years ahead of when the station existed.
He checked the tracker on his modified courier for the information Gideon had provided for him. Rip shook away his sadness at the fact they weren’t together, but current circumstances meant they weren’t able to be.
Reaching the coordinates, Rip frowned when he saw the object and realising that what he’d been tracking was a trap set by Time Pirates. Turning he began to run through the corridors back to the Time Sphere, hearing the device charging. Reaching the Sphere, Rip jumped in and activated a time jump but before the portal closed the Sphere was rocked by an energy wave. Rip grimaced as he fought to steady the small craft, but the blast had disabled several of the systems.
“Come on,” he muttered as he tried to keep the small vessel inside the time stream long enough to reach his current base of operations, but the sphere didn’t have the same redundancies the Waverider did. Suddenly the time stream disappeared, and Rip saw the ground rushing towards him. Slamming the button to activate the emergency beacon, Rip managed to grab the disaster kit and activated the sphere’s version of an airbag before he hit the ground. Aware of things smashing around him, Rip’s head slammed against the console before everything went black.
Rip woke slowly.
His head was throbbing but as almost every other part of him was aching, it was in the majority. Forcing his eyes open, Rip could see the Sphere was completely dead and in complete disarray. He was lying on his side, his legs trapped beneath the seat and Rip felt any hope of rescue die quickly seeing the beacon was as dead as the rest of the Sphere. He hoped Gideon had been listening when the signal went out, as brief as it had been, and it reached her otherwise he would probably die here.
But as the last of the Time Masters, maybe it was time.
He’d been alone for so long, betrayed by those who raised him, by the man who he looked up to and almost thought of as a father, then forced to destroy them, the people he loved were all dead while those he had once called friend presumed him dead and probably had a party at the fact.
Perhaps it was time he finally did.
“Please,” a mocking voice drawled, “You won’t die. I’m not that lucky.”
Turning slightly, Rip frowned as he saw a familiar woman sitting just to one side of him, “Sara?”
“Well,” Sara Lance said amused, “Your brain is still working for the moment.”
He frowned confused, “Why are you here? How are you here?”
“To make sure you actually die this time,” she smirked at him, “Since you clearly didn’t after the Mallus thing. I don’t want to have to worry about you trying to take my ship. Even if there’s no way you could, it would be inconvenient to have to put up with the attempt.”
Rip closed his eyes as he thought of his ship, his home and Gideon who he knew worried about him while he worked away from her.
“The Waverider is mine,” he breathed, “You’re currently allowed to use her.”
Sara laughed, “Do you really think you could walk onto the Waverider and even get a chance to say a word before we had you in the brig, bound and gagged so you couldn’t talk to Gideon? She wouldn’t accept you back anyway. After how often you’ve abandoned her.”
“Gideon knows…”
“What?” Sara demanded, “That you care about her? You’re fooling no one, Rip. We all know the only one you care about is you. Gideon was just a means to an end, a tool you used and threw away when you found something better. You can pretend to yourself that you asked her to come with us but,” she smirked, “We both know she came with us to get away from you.”
Rip covered his eyes with his hand, “No. She knows why I left, she understands.”
“You’re so pathetic,” Sara shook her head, “No wonder Druce was able to manipulate you with ease. You’re desperate to be loved, desperate to be relevant but let’s face it, Rip you’re not. I mean look how easy your beloved mentor fooled you,” she paused and smirked at him, “The love of your life was probably screwing you under his orders.”
Rip flinched at her words, at a deep unspoken fear he had that could never be eased since Miranda was gone, being spoken aloud.
“Because who could possibly love someone like you?”
With a cry Rip threw the first aid kit at her, it bounced off the shell of the ship and fell to the ground. Rip closed his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
The pain in his head was worse when Rip woke again, touching his forehead he winced as he felt the wound there. Pulling his hand back he saw blood coating his fingers. That explained the pain.
“Injured again, Rip. Honestly if it wasn’t for our medical technology, you would have been dead years ago,” Druce said, making Rip flinch when he saw the man sitting where Sara had been earlier, “But then again you should have been dead a long time, that worthless brat we found living on the streets.”
“You’re dead,” Rip whispered, horror filling his voice.
Druce smiled darkly at him, “Am I? You know better than anyone how to fake your death.”
“I didn’t fake my death,” Rip replied coldly, “I simply didn’t let the team know I survived. They don’t care anyway.”
“Well, that is true,” Druce noted, “The team you brought together learned very quickly how worthless you are. They have a leader they actually listen to, someone who can fix the ship as well as programme the AI and a historian. Where would you fit in?”
Rip closed his eyes.
“And even Gideon,” Druce continued, “Your dear Gideon, she doesn’t need you at all. The only people who ever needed you, Rip, you utterly failed to protect.”
“Stop,” Rip snapped.
“Miranda would have been so much better if she’d never met you,” Druce reminded him, “And your son probably would be alive now is she’d never let you know him.”
“Stop!!!” Rip screamed, the memory of Jonas dead in his arms hitting him and tears filled Rip’s eyes, “Please, don’t.”
“Failing at everything you’ve ever tried to be is bad enough,” Druce ignored Rip’s pleas, “But that little boy, so innocent and full of life deserved so much better than you.”
“Stop, stop, stop,” Rip cried, turning his head away sharply, it connected with something solid and fell into unconsciousness once more.
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Rip felt sick as he woke up once more to the empty Sphere. At least Druce was gone but the feeling of hopelessness his former mentor had left him with remained.
He had to get himself out of this and find a way back to Gideon to repair his injuries but right now, Rip had no idea how. His mind was fuzzy, it felt like it had been filled with cotton wool and he wanted to just give in, to simply sleep but he knew he couldn’t.
“You were never lazy,” the clipped voice of Mary Xavier told him, “You have plenty of other faults, but I will admit you’ve never been lazy.”
“Mother,” Rip whispered.
She shook her head, “Oh, Michael, what a mess you are.”
Shaking his head, Rip sighed, “Please, don’t. I can’t take it from you too. You’ve always encouraged me.”
“Well, that was my job,” Mary reminded him matter-of-factly, “To take the children I was given and make them Time Masters. I had to act like I cared about them.”
“Mother…”
“I have never met such a needy child as you before or since,” she sighed sadly, “Desperate for approval, desperate for love, desperate for someone to tell him he is good boy.”
Rip stared at her through tear filled eyes, “Don’t…”
“It was so easy to get you on the right path,” Mary continued, “Bake with you, tell you stories, pat you on the head and you were my little lapdog.”
“I love you,” Rip whispered.
“I know, Michael,” she smiled at him sympathetically, “Which was why it was so easy to train you.”
Rip closed his eyes, “Go away, go away, go away.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say to your mother, Michael,” she admonished.
“You’re not my mother,” he snapped, “Because she would never say these things to me and she…”
“She?” Mary motioned him to continue when he trailed off.
Rip whispered, “I don’t know where she went after the Time Masters were destroyed.”
“For all you know,” she noted, “She’s dead.”
He nodded.
“One more person you claim to love who you failed,” Mary told him.
“Mother…”
“No, you don’t get to call me that anymore,” she told him sharply, “Only someone who would care to look for me can call me that.”
“I looked,” Rip whispered.
She ignored him continuing, “Only someone worthy of the love I gave deserves to call me mother and you are nothing more than a worthless pathetic failure.”
Trying to move to her, pain stabbed in his legs and Rip cried out, Mary shook her head before she disappeared.
Rip realised suddenly he was hallucinating. Which considering he’d seen three people who’d disappeared, one of who was definitely dead, meant his brain was not functioning as it normally would.
“Head injury,” Rip murmured to himself, “But that doesn’t explain hallucinations this vivid.”
Taking several deep breaths, Rip hunted through the emergency pack lying beside him for some water. He took a few sips from the canteen, realising he could smell something on his clothes. A strange sickly smell that he hadn’t noticed before and grimaced, “Bollocks.”
The booby trap wasn’t just an energy blast, they had included a hallucinogen probably activated the moment Rip had walked into the engine room of the station, to disorientate the victim while the pirates raided their ship. If it was the one that he thought it was, then it was going to get a lot worse before it wore off. Rip knew he was not the poster child for good mental health and dreaded what else his subconscious would dredge up to taunt him with.
Suddenly remembering he had a courier, Rip looked around to find some components to see if he could modify it to signal Gideon. Rip groaned finding it smashed beyond repair, so there was no way it was going to open a portal to the Waverider. He had to find a way to make it sturdier if he survived this.
“Focus,” he murmured to himself, “Focus.”
“You always could focus.”
Rip felt the knife in his heart and tears fill his eyes, “No.”
“Now is that any way to greet your wife?” Miranda asked sweetly.
Raising his head Rip stared at the woman before him, the woman who had stolen his heart before he’d even realised that he liked her.
“Miranda.”
“My darling husband,” she smiled at him before noting, “You look terrible by the way.”
Rip closed his eyes, “Not you, please not you. I can’t hear the things I feel about myself from you.”
“Oh, Rip,” Miranda whispered, “It’s only the truth you’re being told.”
“I know you loved me,” Rip whispered, tears slipped down his cheeks, “It’s one of the only truths in my life.”
“Are you sure?” Miranda asked, “Because let’s face it, dear you are not good with people. And I was taught to lie just as much as you were. In fact, more since I was raised by the Time Masters from a much earlier age.”
Rip winced, “Don’t…”
“I’m not saying it wasn’t fun pretending to love you,” Miranda mused, “When you are focused on doing something well, you really work at it but…” she trailed off with a smirk.
Remembering how he’d managed to get rid of the hallucination of his mother, Rip looked up at the beautiful women he’d loved in a way he’d never known himself capable of.
“I love you,” he whispered before he deliberately moved his leg sending a stab of pain through his leg.
As Miranda disappeared, Rip dropped his head and wept.
Managing to stop his tears, Rip forced himself to concentrate on working. His resolve instantly dissolved at the small voice piping up, “Daddy.”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Rip cried, “Please stop.”
“Don’t you miss me, Daddy?”
Looking up Rip saw the earnest face of his son looking down at him and whispered achingly, “Jonas.”
“Don’t you miss me, Daddy?” the little boy asked again.
“Every day,” Rip breathed, “I miss you every day.”
“Then why did you leave me?” Jonas asked a confused pout on his face, “Why weren’t you there when the bad man killed me? Why didn’t you stop him?”
Rip stared at him, no longer able to cry, “I tried, Jonas. I tried so hard for so long. I’m sorry. Please forgive me, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t deserve to be forgiven,” the little boy scowled at him, “You deserve nothing.”
Reaching out for his son, Rip whispered, “Jonas…Jonas…Jo…”
The world spun and Rip fell into blackness.
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“Gideon?” John called as he scanned the area, “Are you sure this is where the beacon came from?”
“I am, Mr Constantine,” Gideon replied, “The Time Sphere should be within view soon.”
John sighed, the problem with being the only member of the crew who knew Rip was alive was that Gideon expected him to go searching without any back-up when the idiot got himself into trouble.
“Why is he using that and not the Time Courier, which would let him step from place to place?” John demanded, “Isn’t that much easier?”
“Captain Hunter prefers to use the Time Sphere as there is a possibility someone may try to follow him through the portal back to his base of operations,” Gideon explained before adding, “An issue the Legends have experienced.”
Continuing along the path, John finally spotted the Time Sphere or more accurately what was left of it. Running over, John grimaced finding Rip trapped and unconscious with blood dripping down his face.
“Damn it, you crazy bastard,” John snapped, “What the hell did you do this time?”
Crouching down beside his friend, John checked for a pulse, relieved to find one. Slow but it was there.
“Gideon,” John said, moving junk off Rip, “I’ve found him.”
“Excellent, Mr Constantine,” Gideon said, relief evident in her voice, “Is he injured?”
“It’s Rip,” John replied wearily, “Of course, he’s injured.”
The man in question groaned, murmuring something about not being able to take it anymore.
“Typically,” John continued before Gideon say anything, “He’s also pinned beneath parts of the Time Sphere, I need to get things off him then get him to the med bay. From the look of it, he’s going to be in a lot of pain and possibly bleeding heavily.”
The portal to the medical bay opened beside him and Gideon told him, “I am waiting for you.”
John grimaced, he pulled the loose bits of kit out of the way before managing to shift the seat pinning Rip to the ground off the other man, releasing his legs but unfortunately this meant the wounds it had been pressing on began to gush blood.
“This is not going to be pleasant,” John murmured as he gripped Rip under his arms, “But hopefully you’ll stay unconscious, and Gideon will have you on the good drugs soon.”
Pulling Rip out of the Sphere made him cry out but thankfully he didn’t waken. John managed to get him into the medbay then onto the medical chair and attached the cuff to Rip’s wrist.
Gideon instantly began to scan Rip, sedating him and started the healing process.
“I suggest once you clean up the blood on the floor,” Gideon said, “That you get something to eat and drink. I shall contact you once Captain Hunter is awake.”
John sighed, grabbing a cloth he gently patted his friend’s shoulder.
“Captain,” a gentle voice invaded the blackness, “Wake up, Captain.”
Rip squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t do this anymore. Not with Gideon, she was all he had left. Why couldn’t he stay unconscious? Why did his mind have to torture him like this?
“It’s alright, Rip,” she continued, gentle fingers stroked his hair, “You’re home.”
Slowly opening his eyes, Rip found he was in the parlour of the Waverider with Gideon sitting at his side.
“Are you real?” he asked softly.
An amused smile touched her lips, “That is a discussion we might wait to have until I am sure you are well enough to debate.”
“You know what I mean,” Rip frowned at her, “Am I hallucinating you or am I on the Waverider?”
Gideon squeezed his hand, “You are currently in the medbay, under my care and sedated so you stay put.”
Relief filled him.
“From your blood work, you were exposed to the hallucinogen, SL27,” Gideon spoke up.
“I knew it was something potent,” Rip sighed, looking at her sadly, “What I saw…”
“Was not real, Rip,” Gideon reminded him, “It was your subconscious fears brought to life, voiced by people you would listen to.”
Rip stared at her, he wanted to rest just for a short time with his best friend before he had to leave once more but unbidden the question slipped from his lips, “Did Miranda love me?”
“Oh, Rip,” Gideon whispered, “Of course she did. Miranda was deeply in love with you.”
He shook his head, “I know, I do know but…”
“The hallucinogen you were exposed to has played with your mind,” Gideon sympathised, before stating, “I have something for you from my memory banks that will help.”
Rip frowned confused jumping in amazement as Miranda appeared before him dressed in her wedding dress with a worried frown on her face as she paced a small strip in front of him.
“Is something wrong, Lieutenant Coburn?” Gideon asked her, “Are you having second thoughts about the wedding?”
Miranda shook her head, “No. I can’t wait to marry Rip. I love him more than I knew I could love anyone.”
Rip felt tears fill his eyes but stayed quiet as the scene played out before him.
“Then what is concerning you?” Gideon asked.
Sighing Miranda confessed, “That by marrying him I’ll be holding him back. I know Rip is destined for great things. I don’t want to be the reason he doesn’t reach his potential.”
Gideon turned back to Rip and hugged him tightly as Miranda disappeared.
“She loved you,” Gideon reminded him.
“I’ve never felt as alone as I did when the vision of Miranda suggested she never loved me,” Rip took a shuddering breath in, “I thought I was going to die there.”
“You are never alone,” Gideon assured him, “And I will always come for you, my dear Captain.”
Rip dressed after his shower, happy to be home wishing he didn’t have to leave again but he knew the team needed Gideon to guide them more than he did for now. Besides the noise they made hid his work from those who would try to interfere.
“Your new Time Courier is ready, Captain,” Gideon spoke up, “And Mr Constantine is waiting for you in the parlour.”
“Thank you, Gideon,” Rip gave her a quick smile.
Grabbing his freshly laundered duster, Rip rested his hand on the bulkhead before he walked up to the bridge where John was waiting for him.
“Thank you,” Rip said, “For coming to help me.”
“Gideon gave me no choice,” John told him, an amused smile touching his lips, “But you’re welcome.”
Rip chuckled softly, “I’m assuming the team are visiting family or taking a break while you’re here.”
“Actually, they’re in the middle of a mission,” John shrugged, “Gideon assures me she can return the ship to the exact same moment we left.”
“She can,” Rip nodded, “And I should let you go.”
“Captain,” Gideon said softly, “You do not need to leave so soon.”
Stroking the central console beneath her avatar, Rip sighed, “I do. The longer I’m here, there is a greater probability that the crew will discover my survival.”
Taking a deep breath, Rip picked up the bag with the supplies Gideon had made for him before tapping a few instructions into his courier.
“Gideon, please reset the preferences within the base to allow me access via portal?” he asked.
“Of course, Captain,” Gideon told him.
“John, thank for finding me,” he said to his friend, “Take care of Gideon.”
John shook Rip’s hand, “I will but I don’t want to have to save your sorry arse again, so be more careful.”
“I’ll try,” Rip gave a slight sardonic smile, opening the portal he left the Waverider once more hoping it wouldn’t be for too long.
Happy Rip Week! Jumping in with a little Timeship while paying tribute to @incendiaglacies‘s Other Legends verse because it’s so amazing.
AO3
Rip wasn’t quite sure what he expected when the time drive went off. Half of him hoped for a quick painless death. The other half of him prepared for agonizing pain of being ripped apart, a punishment of sorts. All he knew that was that letting it go meant that he was going to die, and the Legends would have some time to regroup defeat Mallus once and for all. He was just delaying the final battle.
Had Leonard Snart felt this way too when his hand was pressed to the Oculus failsafe?
The drive went off and there was nothing at first. Just a bright blinding light and heat that made him close his eyes and wait for whatever came next. There was nothing for a few brief moments. Rip wanted to reopen his eyes, but he wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea. He could still feel the heat and light on his face.
Then it happened, like a tide pulling back water from a beach. It was sudden and unexpected and terrifying. His eyes were closed as he felt himself being yanked backwards, expecting to be pulled into water or something else. It never stopped or led to anywhere. Rip didn’t know if he was being dragged across something or being pulled down towards another. He screamed as it went on and on, just hoping for a respite.
His left side landed on something hard and a jolt drove through his body. Rip opened his eyes, wincing at sudden brightness before he started rolling downwards. Light and dark swam in his vision before he finally stopped facedown with a mouthful of something that tasted like dirt. His muscles screamed as he propped himself up and spat it out.
Blinking a few times, Rip shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around. He was at the base of a hill, surrounded by scrubby bush other plants. For a reason he wasn’t quite sure of, he took his pulse and found it was still there. He was still alive…maybe? Unless this was some last burst of neurons, but a pulse seemed something detailed.
After assessing that nothing was broken but quite bruised, Rip hauled himself to his feet and brushed off his duster. There appeared to be a town not to far away from the hill he’d rolled down from. Once he got there, he might be able to get a better pinpoint of where and when he was. From his surroundings, he was reminded of Salvation, but it wasn’t quite right. It was a little hotter and drier than it had been there.
When he had almost made it to the front of the town, he caught sight of two people running up towards the entrance. Rip slowed his crawl when he saw one of them aim their arm at him and the other draw a gun. He raised his hands in surrender as he kept walking before one of them ordered him to stop. The one with the gun lowered it and started running towards him. Once they were close enough, all the air left Rip’s lungs.
“Gideon?” he croaked.
Gideon, or a human that looked a lot like her, stopped just a few feet short of her. She had a black duster over a jacket and jeans that looked of twenty-second century origin. Her hair was tied in a braid that fell over her shoulder. She was staring at him in disbelief, an expression that he likely mirrored. As she put away her gun, Rip noticed a locket hanging around her neck.
He knew that locket. It had been ages since he had seen, not since he was with the Legends and they ended up in another universe with different Legends. A universe where he had been the AI and the captain of the Waverider had been her.
“Rip?” she murmured, reaching towards him.
He met her halfway, taking her hand. “The other Rip…from the other universe.”
She sniffled and pulled him into a hug. “It doesn’t matter. It’s so good to see you.”
Rip was surprised to find himself clinging back to her. He had thought he was dead. Instead, he was alive, stranded in another universe with a Gideon who was human.
“Rip?”
He looked up to see Anna Loring standing behind them, the gauntlet of her Atom suit no longer aimed at him. She too looked near tears. Beyond her, the rest of Gideon’s Legends were standing at the entrance of the town. Some faces were familiar, others were new, and a few were missing.
“I have some questions,” Rip finally said.
~~~
“The only way to stop the virus from destroying everything was Michael,” Gideon explained, twisting the tail end of her braid around her finger. “But to do so, he would completely wipe himself out in fighting it. There was a chance he could pull through by a bit of code, but we haven’t found him yet. I don’t want to give up, but it’s been months.”
“I’m sorry,” Rip apologized sincerely. He knew the bond between an AI and captain, how special it was. To lose Gideon like that, even if he was now a universe away from his, was something he could never imagine. But this Gideon was living that nightmare.
“Even if we’ve lost him forever, it’s good to see your face,” Gideon admitted. “But how did you end up here?”
Rip gave her as brief a rundown as he could about starting the Time Bureau, becoming a fugitive, and then sacrificing himself to give the Legends time to regroup against Mallus. The whole time, Gideon listened intently, arms propped against the saloon table.
“Well, I never thought a time drive would be capable of travel between universes,” she remarked at the end of it. “But at least you’ve landed in one you’ve been to before. Unfortunately, I don’t know the way home.”
“I don’t the way either,” Rip told her. “And I don’t know if I ever will.”
Gideon leaned back in her seat. “Well, if you’re willing to get back into the life of time travel, the Legends and I could really use a hand in fighting Darhk right now.”
Rip sighed. “Gideon, I can’t replace your AI.”
“And I can’t replace yours,” she responded. “But I’m still looking for him. Right now, I just need someone else to help fight. We have an open seat and a spare room. And I’m sure the others will be willing to help you find your way home.”
Rip thought about his circumstances before cracking a smile. “I suppose it wouldn’t help to have another former Time Master on board.”
“Former rebel Time Master. I know your story.”
He chuckled at that. “In that case, I accept your offer, Captain Rider.”
Gideon held out her hand and he shook it. A small smile crept across her face.
For Rip Week, I have one last fanfic but it looks like it’s going to run late because my pacing for writing it is running a little slow. It’s for the Infinite Earths prompt, though it’s more alternate timeline than a 100% alternate Earth.
At the start of season 2, Rip winds up time shifted to Central City where he’s found by Hartley Rathaway. But Rip’s brain is a little scrambled at he doesn’t remember who he is, much less that the rest of the Legends may very well still be in peril...
The person on the ground is a man. Long brown coat, honestly looks like a Malcolm Reynolds cosplayer. Whoever he is, he's out cold. Thankfully he still has a pulse and is breathing; Hartley can hear both even before he kneels down beside him.
It's raining men! Hallelujah! plays in the distance and Hartley can't help but snort softly in amusement. Sometimes the universe really does have a sense of humor.
I’ve also got a holdover from Iris Week I’m still working on, but I really feel like I should rewatch some episodes with Eddie in them before I get too much further into this one. It’s a Detective!Iris story with Eddie as a barista at Jitters and Barry seemingly oblivious to Iris’ feelings for him - it’s an endgame Westhallen story and might wind up being two or three chapters long and I really want to do them all justice, so it’s definitely season one re-watching time.
And Iris might just be a teeny tiny little bit in love with him. Not that Barry had noticed.
Now there was Eddie. Cute, hot, flirty Eddie, whom Barry apparently had a massive crush on and wanted Iris' approval or blessing or whatever. And of course Barry had brought up the subject of Eddie right as Iris had finally worked up the courage to ask him out on a date. All that time and effort... and she deflated like a punctured balloon.
I’m idly working on a few other things too. The next chapter for Road Trip is percolating in my brain and probably what I’ll work on next this evening. Hartmon Bingo is still ongoing (how much longer is that running again?) so i should get back to that if I want to get another bingo. And Olivarry bingo has started so I should start poking at my prompts, ‘cause I got some interesting ones and it’s a new ship for me to try out. (I know it’s popular, but I’ve never written Oliver/Barry before... so new for a given usage of new.)
I haven’t done a WIP post for a while, at least partly because I think the horrible characterisation in S3 of Legends killed my muse dead. But she seems to be springing back to life a bit now, so hopefully I will get some things finished off and post some news stuff soon.
At the moment I have:
The Good, the Bad and the Unkillable - this is going to be a series of shortish fics to fix the finale of S3. Okay, we all knew he wasn’t dead, but this is how he’s not dead. It will definitely be at least three stories, the first of which is now up.
Stories for Rip Hunter Appreciation Week -
The Green Eye of the Yellow God - John Constantine meets Rip Hunter for the first time, because Rip has managed to get himself cursed. Half-written, so it will definitely be done in time.
Turn About is Fair Play - Turncoat AU that I’ve been working on forever, so I’m going to finish it finally and get it posted.
Un-named prison fic - How did Rip escape from prison? Well, here you go, this is how.
Un-named truth serum fic - This may or may not be done in time for Rip Week. Rip keeps lying to the team so they decide there’s only one way to get him to tell the truth.
Long multi-chapter fics -
The Lost Centurion - My Roman Briton AU. I’ve got a new chapter in the works for this. Hopefully it’ll be up in a couple of weeks, with some more revelations about Lacerius’ past and another appearance by King Meinitrekki (that’s Booster Gold for us non-Brittonic speakers).
Peace and Space - I haven’t forgotten about this one either, but the TimeCanary muse got up and left thanks to S3 and what they did to Sara. I’m going to do my best to finish it, but it’s proving to be very hard going.
