Dazed, Confused And One Last Chance
Summary: It's been several months since the Legends were released from the simulation and Sara won't accept reality. Now Rip has only one more chance to get her to realise what happened wasn't real.
Sequel to Dazed, Confused and Completely Discombobulated, Dazed, Confused and Observing and Dazed, Confused and Trying To Keep Going.
Author’s Note: This is the final story in this series. Thanks to @riphuntertimemasterlegend for helping me work out the story and the encouragement to write it. Enjoy.
Alarms sounded through Star Labs, waking Cisco who had fallen asleep at his desk trying to work out how to stop the most recent meta to attack the city. He sighed when he checked the security cameras and saw the woman moving slowly through the corridors towards the storerooms.
Deciding to not call in any backup yet, Cisco slid on his glasses and created a portal so he was standing at the doors when their intruder reached there.
“I need the Time Sphere,” Sara Lance stated coldly when she turned the corner to find him waiting for her.
Cisco shook his head, “And I can’t give it to you. Time travel is dangerous, we’ve already seen that a load of times.”
“We know what we’re doing,” Sara stated, “We changed time to make it better.”
“For who?” Cisco asked softly, “Why do you get to choose what happens and to who? What gives you that right?”
Sara frowned at him, “My people are out there somewhere, and I need to rescue them.”
Cisco shook his head, not surprised she ignored his question, “I don’t know what else we can do to persuade you they don’t exist and what happened wasn’t real, but I can make sure you don’t head out and cause problems because you think you know better. I’m sorry, Sara.”
Sara lunged at him, Cisco hit her with an energy blast sending her through a portal to her apartment in Star City, closing it quickly. Letting out a sigh Cisco headed to the Time Vault, “Gideon,” he called, “Contact Captain Hunter at the Vanishing Point. Tell him I need to talk to him.”
Two minutes later a portal opened, and Rip Hunter walked through with Mick Rory.
“Both of you?” Cisco asked surprised.
“We assumed that you were contacting us as Sara has made an attempt to steal the Time Sphere,” Rip told him.
“If Blondie is trying to steal the Sphere,” Mick added, “That needs to be stopped now.”
Rip let out a sigh explaining, “If she starts trying to travel through time to change things the Time Masters won’t be able to ignore it. She will be deemed a Time Pirate and arrested.”
Cisco winced, “I’m guessing it won’t be a slap on the wrist and sent home kind of punishment.”
“It will be prison,” Rip replied, “And we won’t be able to protect or help her.”
“I sent her to her apartment, but she’ll be back,” Cisco told them, “And I might not be here next time.”
Mick looked at Rip, “Do we take the Sphere?”
“Can’t,” Rip murmured softly, “It will be needed in the future.”
Cisco stared at him, “What?”
“You didn’t hear that,” Rip told him.
“What do we do?” Mick demanded, “We know Blondie won’t leave this alone.”
Rip grimaced, “I don’t know. I honestly have no idea what we can possibly do or say to get through to her that it wasn’t real.”
Mick sighed, “Well, we need to do something.”
Shaking his head, Rip nodded, “I will try to talk to her once more and reason with her.”
Mick let out a snort, “You know Blondie won’t listen.
“I have to try,” Rip told the other man.
“Well, have fun,” Mick told him, “I’ll check in on the others.”
Cisco watched surprised as Mick walked out leaving him with Rip.
“Can you send me to Sara’s location?” Rip asked, “The courier does work to a degree but there are some limitations using it to get to two points within the same time.”
Chuckling Cisco nodded, he slipped his glasses on and took a deep breath, “Take care, man, she is not happy right now.”
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Sara walked through the lab looking for the information, the scientist she’d found was working on practical applications for time travel and although he turned out to be an idiot, she hoped some of his work would give her a way back. After Cisco sent her home, she’d instantly headed out as this was her next idea to find her people. Grabbing the papers and laptop she started out the building, stopping when she saw a familiar man standing by the car she was using.
“You can’t keep doing this, Sara,” Rip told her, “You are not allowed access to time travel and if you manage to do this, then you will be deemed a Time Pirate and we will imprison you.”
“We?” she demanded.
Rip nodded, “The Time Masters.”
Sneering she asked, “And you’re now one of them again?”
“Yes,” he told her softly, “Druce and his associates are no longer in charge, we are protecting time the way we were meant to. That includes stopping someone trying to change time for their own ends.”
Sara laughed, “So, are you going to kill me, Rip? Do you think you can?”
“We don’t kill people, Sara,” Rip told her, “But you will be imprisoned, and the Fortress is not a nice place nor somewhere you could escape from.”
“Isn’t taking me out of my timeline a violation of all you claim to be for?” she mocked.
Rips sighed, “Despite what you may think, Sara, you’re not that important to the timeline. It’s one of the reasons I recruited you originally, remember.”
“I am going to get my people back,” Sara snarled at him, “And we will get back to fixing things.”
Shaking his head, Rip told her, “They weren’t real, Sara. I wish I could give you back your friends, but they don’t exist. Your real friends are in Central City, worried about you and wanting to help. I am asking you one more time, stop this and go home. Be with your sister and father, you have them both back from the dead. Be grateful for that.”
“Go to hell,” Sara snapped, she pulled a knife and crossed the space between them quickly to press it against his neck. “I will take this though,” she pulled the courier off his wrist, “Proof that you’re lying to me.”
“No,” Rip stated, being careful not to move as Sara kept the blade against his throat, “Proof I had time on my hands after we took down the council and decided to make something I had thought of many years ago.”
Pulling back, Sara opened a portal and ran through.
-
“That did not go as planned.”
“Really, Gideon?” Rip snapped, “I hadn’t noticed.”
Ignoring his sarcasm, she stated, “I am waiting for you on waste ground three blocks from here. Start walking and I will have traced Miss Lance’s position by the time you have arrived.”
Rip sighed and began to walk; he had hoped that she would see sense. It had been several months since they had been removed from the simulation, although Ray was having some issues coping with the fact his wife didn’t exist, the others seemed to be reintegrating back into their lives.
He had hoped Sara would come to terms with reality, especially with her father and sister alive when they had been killed off in the simulation, but he had underestimated how stubborn she was as well as how little she now trusted him.
The friendship they’d once had had been twisted by the simulation so that he was the bad guy in her view and there seemed to be nothing he could say or do to change her mind. It saddened him, because Rip had so few people in his life that he could call friend.
Reaching the waste ground, he could feel the vibrations of the Waverider’s cloak as he walked towards it. The shield was designed to repel people who were not used to it, and the frequency was tuned to Rip’s own brainwaves so it meant he could not only ignore the signal but let him know where his cloaked ship was.
Walking onto the bridge, he saw Gideon’s hologram appear just to ensure he knew he’d messed up.
“Call Mr Rory,” Rip ordered, he faced the screen and waited for a moment.
Mick appeared and he asked, “What went wrong?”
“Well, she still thinks I’m lying to her and stole my courier,” Rip sighed.
“I told you not to let her see you’d made one,” Mick rumbled, “Has Gideon traced her?”
“I have, Mr Rory,” Gideon spoke up.
“We’ll come and join you,” Mick told him, “Help stop her, since you clearly can’t do this on your own.”
“We?” Rip asked ignoring the dig.
“I’ve got some free time,” Leonard Snart said as he appeared on the screen.
Rip nodded, “Good to see you, Mr Snart. Before you join me, can you speak with Sara’s father and sister? Possibly take Ray with you as he did know them.”
“Fine,” Mick replied, “But don’t make a move till we have a plan.”
“I intend on watching only unless she tries to change something,” Rip replied, “I have a feeling she will try to hunt down the people who were her crew. I’m hoping that will bring her back to reality.”
“Hope so,” Mick said, “Because she’s running out of time.”
Snart frowned confused, “Meaning?”
“Meaning that the council are only giving us one chance to sort this,” Rip explained, “If we don’t find a solution then another Time Master will take over and likely she will simply be put in the Fortress.”
Snart looked at Rip then Mick and noted, “From the looks, I’m guessing that is the worst possible option.”
“The Fortress is where the worst of the worst time pirates and other criminals are sent,” Rip explained, “It is inescapable and frankly not where we want her to end up.”
“Then we make sure she doesn’t,” Snart noted, “We’ll head to pick up Palmer, then go to Star City. Be careful.”
Rip nodded and the screen went blank.
“Gideon,” he called, “Where is she?”
“2213.”
Rip rolled his eyes, “Of course the one and only year the ‘Ava Clones’ existed. Honestly the fact that Sara and the others ignored such stupid things in the simulation is just so frustrating.”
Gideon said nothing instead brought up the calculations to traverse the time stream as Rip slid into the pilot’s seat.
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Quentin Lance frowned in surprise when he opened the door to the three men standing there, one he knew personally while the other two from police files.
“We need to talk to you,” Ray Palmer said without any preamble, “About Sara.”
Nodding he stepped back and let the three men into the house, “I was wondering how long it would be before someone came.”
“She’s trying to find a way to time travel again,” Ray explained, “And the Time Masters won’t allow her to.”
Quentin sighed, “In the very brief conversations we’ve had, it’s all she’s talked about.”
Ray glanced to the other two men and the big one, Quentin was sure he knew, stepped forward.
“Do you know what her plans are?” he rumbled.
“She barely talks to me about anything personal,” Quentin sighed, “It’s like anytime we talk it’s as if she’s trying to see if I’m going to say something to prove I’m a fake.”
The third man winced, “I was hoping at least you and her sister would make her realise this is reality.”
Quentin shrugged, “Can I ask what will happen if she won’t stop?”
“Prison,” the big one said, “And not a nice one. We’re trying to stop that.”
Ray grimaced before saying, “If you hear from her at all, please call us. Or if you think of anything.”
-
Ray walked along the street with Snart and Mick after leaving Sara’s father’s house feeling disheartened.
“Sounds like she’s not done anything but try to get back,” he said.
Snart nodded, “Let’s hope Rip is having better luck than we are.”
“Doubt it,” Mick replied, “Blondie is convinced Hunter is the bad guy these days. I don’t see anything he says persuading her any different. We need her to see the truth in a way she can’t deny.”
“But we’ve shown her again and again,” Ray reminded her, “How do we do that?”
Snart and Mick shrugged.
“Where is Rip picking us up?” Snart asked.
Mick tapped his courier sending a message to Gideon, he glanced waited a moment before the reply came through.
“Park six blocks from here,” he told the other two men.
Ray frowned thoughtfully, “Doesn’t that one do time travel?”
“Only English has that on his courier,” Mick explained, “These are standard Time Master equipment, keep an eye on health and give access to everything. He was bored while the council had everyone locked down for a few weeks while we finished clearing house so added time travel to it like in the sim. It was his idea years ago.”
Ray stared at Mick, “He made it in a few weeks?”
Mick nodded, “He is a nightmare when bored. Gideon kept throwing projects at him, so he’d stop playing about with the Waverider systems. I suggested sedating him, but she refused.”
“Hold on, Sara is using a prototype to travel?” Ray demanded worriedly, “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Mick nodded, “Gideon is tracking it.”
“Which is a good thing,” Rip stated as he appeared in front of them as they turned the corner, “Because Sara didn’t find what she expected in 2213 and has returned to this time. I think she may be looking for Dr Heywood.”
“Nate?” Ray asked in surprised, “But he has no idea who any of us are. I made sure of that.”
At the three gazes that fell on him, Ray shrugged, “I had to check. We ran into one another at a conference and had a conversation about how bad the buffet was. He had no idea who I was other than knowing me from Palmer Tech.”
Rip grimaced, “We need to find him first.”
Mick nodded in agreement, “Blondie gets violent when she doesn’t get the answer she wants.”
“Gideon?” Rip asked.
“Dr Heywood is currently lecturing at Coast City University,” Gideon told them, “I am detecting the courier’s signal there and have the Jumpship ready for you.”
Rip turned to them, “Gentlemen, shall we?”
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“That’s all for today,” Nate Heywood standing at the front of the lecture theatre said as he shut off the projector and turned the lights on, “Your assignments are on the website and any questions, my email is always open.”
With that said he nodded ending the lecture, and the students began to gather up their belongings wandering out chatting away. A few called thanks when they walked past as he pulled together his papers readying himself to leave the hall himself for his next class.
“That was interesting,” a woman’s voice made him look up to see a blonde in jeans, red t-shirt and leather jacket standing just in front of him.
Nate nodded a little bemused, “Thank you.”
“I almost believe this is actually what you do,” she continued, “It’s funny.”
Looking around to see if there was someone filming him as a joke, “Excuse me?”
“I don’t know what Rip said or did to make you go along with this, Nate,” she continued, “But I’m here and I have a time courier. We can get the Waverider back and find the others.”
Nate stared at for a minute before saying, “I don’t know who thought this would be funny, but I have another class to get to then thirty tests to grade for tomorrow.”
He tried to move, surprised when she grabbed his arm.
“You know who I am, Nate,” she snapped, “I need you to stop pretending and come with me now. We don’t have much time.”
“Sara, let him go,” a new voice came, and Nate stared in bemusement as four men walked in the door at the back of the hall, one of whom was Ray Palmer, owner of Palmer Tech and someone Nate had met a few months ago. The other three he didn’t recognise. One looked like a henchman from every bad movie he’d ever seen, one was slouched against the wall seemingly disinterested while the final man was wearing a long brown coat that only needed a cowboy hat to be Wild West cosplay.
The woman, Sara, suddenly pulled a knife and placed it a Nate’s throat who gasped in horror.
“Sara, what are you doing?” Palmer demanded.
Nate winced as Sara pressed the blade against his neck, “Yeah, what are you doing?”
“Sara, he isn’t going to change,” the man wearing a long brown coat said in an English accent, “You’re going to harm an innocent man.”
Sara pushed Nate away, “But I won’t because he’ll turn to steel and prove you wrong.”
“Turn to what?” Nate asked, getting more and more confuse with each passing second.
She shook her head, “You don’t have to pretend that you don’t have your powers anymore.”
“Powers?” Nate was hoping that he was sleeping, and this was a dream he was about to wake up from.
“Sara, he doesn’t know us,” Ray spoke up, “I checked, and I wish he did but it wasn’t real. I know how you feel, I lost Nora, but I’m learning to live with that.”
The blonde woman shook her head, she turned and ran out the room.
“I apologise, Dr Heywood,” the English guy in the coat said as he walked towards Nate, “But on the bright side, you won’t remember this.”
Before Nate could say anything, white light filled his vision. Blinking, Nate frowned and turned to finish packing his things. Checking his watch, he realised he was about to be late for his next class and wondered how he’d lost so much time.
-
“Well, that was a disaster,” Snart noted, “I hate to say this but talking her down might not happen and we may need to let the Time Masters do their thing.”
“You want to put her in prison?” Ray demanded, “You?”
Snart sighed, “She’s going to end up hurting someone. No matter how many times we try to get her to realise this is reality, she refuses to accept it. Even when someone she knew wouldn’t lie for Rip clearly has no idea who she is.”
Mick grimaced, “Point of the thing. It was used for training, full immersion in a scenario. Messed up plenty of trainees and she was in there longer than anyone has ever been.”
“During my training, after I went through a training simulation, I was unbalanced for days when I came out not knowing what was real,” Rip told them, “I hate to agree with Mr Snart, but he may be right.”
Ray frowned, “I don’t like it.”
“Neither do we,” Snart told him before turning to Rip, “Where is she?”
“Gideon, has Miss Lance left this time yet?” Rip asked.
“Not yet, Captain,” Gideon replied, “She appears to be heading to the train station. The courier has sent a report that it would not open to the destination she was aiming for in Star City.”
“Her sister or dad,” Mick noted.
Rip nodded, “Hopefully. Gideon, come pick us up.”
“I am heading to the football field, Captain,” she told him, “However, you will need to hurry as the team are due to train in about ten minutes.”
“You heard her,” Mick said and started to walk with the other three following on.
Reaching the football field, they stepped onto the ship, waiting in the cargo bay until Gideon was in the air and then headed to the bridge.
-
Rip instantly moved to the parlour and started looking through his desk, while the other three waited at the central console as Gideon piloted them to Star City.
“What are you looking for?” Snart asked as Rip rummaged through his desk.
Rip glanced over, “Nothing too important. Gideon,” he bounced down the steps to join Mick and Ray with Snart just behind him, “Can you locate Laurel and Quentin Lance?”
“Using their phones,” Gideon replied, “I have located them at a coffee shop two blocks east from the police station.”
Rip mused for a moment before asking, “Ray, can you meet them and bring them back here?”
Ray nodded.
“Mr Rory, Mr Snart,” Rip turned to them, “I need you to head back to the Vanishing Point. I have an idea which I need you to speak to Eve about.”
“How bad is it?” Mick asked, before noting to the other two, “Baxter has a scale.”
Rip frowned at him before reluctantly admitting, “It’s a ten.”
“Can’t wait,” Mick chuckled.
Rolling his eyes, Rip quickly explained everything he needed them to do before tapping a few controls and a portal appeared before them.
Snart stepped back in surprise having never witnessed one before but following Mick through without hesitation. The portal closed and Rip turned to Ray.
“Meet us in the waste ground in thirty minutes with Sara’s family,” Rip told him, “I need to talk to someone first.”
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“Come in, Michael.”
Rip smiled as his father motioned him over to the table, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re always welcome here,” Booster told him, “And you look like you need someone to talk to.”
Rip sat across from the other man, “I do.”
“Well, here I am,” Booster said, “Tell me why you came all this way to sit at my kitchen table.”
Leaning back in his chair, Rip watched as a mug of tea, and a plate of waffles with chocolate spread and fresh apple slices were placed in front of him.
“Sara Lance,” Rip said, “She’s…” he let out a long sigh, “She’s not accepting reality so I’m about to do something that is extreme.”
“And you’re conflicted about it,” Booster noted.
Rip nodded, “It’s a little cruel.”
“Isn’t this the woman who stole your ship in the dreamworld you were in and screwed you over by turning you in to people who stole the agency you built?” Booster asked, “From what I saw in the logs she treated you extremely badly.”
Rip shrugged, “That’s not her fault. The simulation was designed to mess with her head. I can’t hold anything against her. I’ve been through these sims myself and they twist your mind in a way that leaves you unsure what’s real and what’s fake. I have to help her, but I just don’t like the way I’m planning to do it.”
Booster reached out and squeezed Rip’s wrist, “You are a good person, Michael. I know that you’re doing the only thing you can.”
Nodding Rip took a forkful of waffles, he needed some comfort food since he’d promised Gideon that he’d stop drinking. And right now, the plan he had in mind meant he really needed something strong, so chocolate and waffles were a good substitute.
-
“Captain,” Gideon said softly as he sat in the parlour taking several deep slow breaths, “You have given her every chance to accept reality. This plan is the only choice you have left.”
“I know,” Rip replied while he continued to breathe deeply, trying to get himself into a calm place for a few minutes before Ray returned with their guests.
“Miss Lance needs to either accept the truth,” Gideon continued, “Or we must imprison her. There is no other choice.”
Rip slowed his breathing and looked up to see Gideon sitting across from him, “First time I’ve managed this.”
“I told you that one day you would learn to put yourself in a trance state so we could talk face to face,” she smiled, reaching out to take his hand, “I have missed being able to do this.”
Rip touched her cheek, “I miss this too. The one downside of coming out of the sim.”
Gideon laughed softly before telling him, “You are a good man, your father and I agree on this.”
Rip chuckled softly, “The two most biased people.”
“The people who know you best,” Gideon replied, “And love you most.”
She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips just before Ray’s voice intruded on Rip’s peace. Opening his eyes, Rip stood and walked down the stairs to greet their guests.
“Captain Lance,” he nodded to the older man, “Miss Lance, it is a pleasure to meet you both and I’m sorry it has to be for this.”
“Ray said that this is about helping Sara,” Laurel said softly.
Rip nodded, “I’m afraid the fact she will not accept that this is reality and that the years she remembers were part of a simulation has forced me into a situation that means I can no longer leave her free.”
“Are you arresting her?” Quentin Lance demanded sharply.
Rip grimaced, “How about we head to the galley and have something drink while I explain my plan fully?”
Laurel stared at him for a few moments but at Ray’s nod she rested her hand on her father’s arm, “That sounds like a good idea.”
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Sara frowned when no one answered as she knocked on Laurel’s door. She knew this couldn’t really be her sister, but she was tired and needed a place to rest for a while. Trying to decide what she should do instead, her phone rang.
Frowning as it was an unknown number, Sara knew that this had to be Rip trying to track her down again but she knew this and was on the street so she would be able to escape any attempt to capture her.
“What do you want, Rip?” she demanded.
“Sara?” a familiar and missed voice said.
Surprise and relief filled her, “Ava?”
“It’s me,” her girlfriend said, “I’ve been hiding from the Time Masters.”
“I’ve been trying to find you,” Sara whispered.
She heard Ava sigh, “I couldn’t risk it until I knew you were truly alone. Now we can meet up and get away from them.”
“Where will I meet you?” Sara asked, closing her eyes hoping Ava wouldn’t tell her they couldn’t meet yet.
“I’ll send you the address,” Ava told her, “But you have to get here within the hour, or I’ll have to move again.”
Sara checked the address, relieved not only she knew where it was, but she was close enough to it that she’d make it within time.
“I’ll be there soon,” Sara promised, “I lov…” she frowned as the phone cut off but understood Ava hung up to avoid the call being traced. Tucking her phone away, Sara started walking quickly. She almost had her life back.
-
The address Ava had sent her was for a warehouse just outside the financial district of Star City. It was quiet, not deserted with a few people wandering about but Sara didn’t feel any concern.
Heading to the unit where Ava was waiting for her, Sara smiled so looking forward to being back with the woman she loved.
Walking in Sara frowned as instead of the woman she was expecting to see, it was empty. Turning to leave she found her way blocked by Rip, Ray, Snart and Mick.
“What did you do to Ava?” she demanded, readying herself to fight.
Rip sighed, “She doesn’t exist, Sara. You were speaking to Gideon.”
“You’re lying,” Sara yelled.
“This is your final chance,” Rip told her, “Return the courier to me and stop your quest for something that does not exist. Your father and sister are alive, Sara and want you back with them.” He paused before continuing, “Or…”
“Or what?” Sara demanded, “Because we’ve both seen I can beat you without breaking a sweat, Rip.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Rip said before he fired his pistol, hitting Sara squarely in the chest.
She stared at him in shock before fell to the ground and the world went black.
-
“You killed her,” Ray cried in surprise as they watched Sara drop to the ground.
Rip rolled his eyes, “Of course not,” he stepped over to the unconscious woman, “It was on the stun setting.” He removed the courier from Sara’s wrist and turned to Mick, “Would you?”
Mick rolled his eyes but hoisted the unconscious woman onto his shoulder and waited.
Rip attached the courier back on his wrist, “Gideon, how is it working?”
“The genetic lock has activated, and full access has been restored,” Gideon told him.
“Genetic lock?” Ray asked.
Rip shrugged, “You really thought I would make a piece of technology that could be used by anyone to travel in time? I let Sara have basic access to its functions, making sure she was locked out of anything too dangerous.”
“Like the Vanishing Point,” Snart mused.
“Speaking of?” Mick said impatiently.
Rip nodded and opened the portal back to the Vanishing Point. Mick nodded goodbye to Ray and Snart before he stalked through with Sara hanging over his shoulder.
Rip closed the portal then turned to the other two men, “I’m afraid I can’t allow you back to the Vanishing Point. I must abide by the council rules. You should return to your lives. I’ve caused enough disruption to them.”
Ray offered his hand to Rip, “We understand and I’m glad you disrupted it.”
Snart nodded, “I agree. I know you hate this plan,” he continued, “But it’s the only thing you can do.”
“Thank you, Mr Snart,” Rip offered his hand, relieved when Snart shook it.
Rip tapped the courier again and a portal opened showing Cisco on the other side who looked surprised to see the portal.
“I can only hold this open for a few seconds,” Rip told them, “You need to go through now.”
Without another word the two men joined the bemused Cisco before the portal shut down leaving Rip alone in the warehouse.
“Captain,” Gideon’s voice came, “You have been requested to return to the Vanishing Point immediately.”
He sighed, “I’ll be right there.”
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Sara woke slowly.
Opening her eyes, she looked around finding she was in a cell. Forcing herself to stand, Sara reached out jerking her hand back as the forcefield shocked her. Looking round as far as she could, Sara could see a door which opened suddenly, and a guard walked in.
“Where is Rip?” Sara demanded.
The guard placed the tray he was carrying at the slot on the floor and pushed it through, “Captain Hunter is not available.”
“Then I want to see Mick Rory,” Sara yelled.
“Mr Rory is also unavailable.”
Sara fisted her hands in annoyance, “Who is available?”
“Your trial starts in one hour,” the guard told her, ignoring her question, “I suggest you eat as if you are found guilty the food will not be as appetising where you will be sent.”
“My trial?” Sara mocked.
The guard nodded, “To confirm if you are a Time Pirate or not.”
Before Sara could say anything else, he turned and walked out leaving her alone in the cell. Looking down at the tray, she pushed it out of the way trying to work out how to get out of here.
But there was no way.
This meant she had to overpower the guards and find her way to the Waverider because she knew Rip was here. Coward that he was, he wasn’t coming to see her, but he was here.
And getting to punch him on her way out when she took her ship back would be a bonus.
-
The chamber Sara was marched to by four guards, which showed how scared they were of her, was well lit with seven Time Masters sitting at a bench across from her.
“Sara Lance,” the woman sitting in the centre of the group stated, the name plate in front of her read Council Member Travon, “You have been charged with the crime of piracy throughout time, theft and attempted theft of Time Master property. How do you plead?”
“I don’t plead anything,” Sara snapped, “I don’t recognise your authority over me.”
Travon shrugged, “Whether you recognise it or not, you must enter a plea, or it will be noted as guilty by default.”
“Go to hell.”
“Guilty has been entered,” Travon stated, “The list of charges has been made available on the screen before you. Read them and starting from the beginning we will listen to any defence you have for each charge.”
Sara rolled her eyes, “I’m not participating in this.”
“Very well,” Travon said, “There is no defence given for any charge. I have received a request for leniency from Captain Rip Hunter asking us to take into consideration how long you were trapped within the simulation when making our judgement. As one of our most respected captains, and advisor to this council, we will take this into serious consideration.”
Sara snorted, “Rip is respected these days? Well, that gives me even less confidence in this so-called court.”
“We have entered into the record that you have acted with contempt of these proceedings but considering the charges it isn’t unexpected,” Travon stated, “Judgement will be delivered momentarily.”
Sara watched confused as the air shimmered between her and the judges.
“They are discussing the case in a privacy seal,” the guard beside her explained, “It shouldn’t be long considering your list of crimes.”
Before Sara could retort the shield disappeared and Travon stood again, “Sara Lance, the council have agreed that you are guilty on all charges. We have taken into consideration all information, and it is our judgement that you will be remanded to the Fortress to stay there for the remainder of your days. However due to the plea for leniency from Captain Hunter, it has been agreed that you will be eligible for parole within ten years.”
Sara moved to take out the guard closest to her and steal their weapon but before she could move, she was hit by a taser and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
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Sara groaned as she woke up feeling the world shuddering. Forcing her eyes open she realised she was seated, strapped to her chair, and facing several others who were watching her amused.
“Where am I?” she demanded.
Laughter sounded around her as she looked down and saw she was wearing a light grey jumpsuit like everyone else was and there was something around her neck.
“You’re heading to the Fortress,” the man across from said, “Along with the rest of us dangerous criminals.”
“The Fortress?”
More laughter sounded around her, and the man held up his hand to stop them, “It’s a high security prison and once you’re in there, that’s it.”
“No one’s ever broken out?” Sara asked.
The man shook his head, “Not possible. A few have died trying to.”
“Well, I’ll be the first,” Sara stated.
Everyone laughed again.
“Feel that thing around your neck?” the man asked, he waited as Sara touched the metal band, “The collar makes sure you can’t make any trouble. Try it and see how much it hurts.”
Sara grimaced but before she could ask anything else a loud thud echoed around the room.
“Looks like we’re here,” he shrugged, “Catch you in there.”
“All prisoners move to the exit,” a guard shouted as the seat restraints released.
Sara watched everyone stand and get in line but didn’t move.
“Get in line,” the guard ordered.
“No,” Sara stated, ready to fight when a shock hit her, and she fell forward out the seat.
The guard looked down at her, “Now get in line.”
Staggering to her feet, she saw her friend smirking at her.
“Told you.” He chuckled and added, “And every time you try something it gets worse.”
Sara joined the queue and waited, taking in everything around her. The red light above the door turned green and she followed on into a dull grey room where several guards stood. She watched as each prisoner in front of her placed their hand on a scanner before the guard spoke to them then they were pushed through a door.
Reaching the front of the queue, Sara glared at the guard.
“Hand on scanner.”
Knowing she had no choice Sara pressed her right hand onto the screen. It lit up and the computer announced her name before listing all her so-called crimes.
“You’ve been sentenced to life imprisonment within the Fortress with possibility of parole in ten years,” the guard stated once the computer finished, “The collar around your neck ensures that you follow the rules and regulations of the institution. Each infraction means you will receive a shock, this will get stronger if you break any rules within the same twenty-four-hour period. Be aware that continuous breaking of the rules across several days will result in the shocks being stronger. Do you understand this?”
“What if I say no?” Sara demanded before crying out as a sharp shock went through her body.
The guard waited until she was still before telling her, “I repeat the information until you say yes.”
“I understand,” Sara ground out.
The guard nodded, “Walk through the door.”
Before Sara could move the guard in front of her was shot, spinning she saw one of the other guards shooting at every other guard.
Walking towards Sara who prepared to defend herself, she stared in amazement and relief as the guard took her helmet off to reveal long blonde hair.
“Ava?” Sara hugged her, “How?”
“No time for that,” Ava told her, “Hold still while I remove the collar,” she pulled out a small piece of metal that looked like a three-prong fork and touched it to the back of metal around Sara’s neck. Sara let out a sigh of relief as the collar opened and Ava tossed it away.
“I’ve managed to find a ship for us,” Ava told her, “Be careful, there are more guards.”
Sara grabbed one of the guns from the fallen guard and followed her girlfriend through a different doorway. She shot back as they ran through the corridors, Ava stopped at an airlock and motioned Sara to get in.
“You fly,” Ava told her, “I’ll keep them out till the door shuts.”
Running to the bridge, Sara slid into the pilot’s chair, readying them to enter the time stream and find a haven.
“Go,” Ava yelled, and Sara started the engines.
She flew away from the Fortress, staring in amazement at the large grey vessel before them, hanging in space next to a moon.
“Stop staring and get us out of here before they can send ships,” Ava told her as she strapped herself into the seat at Sara’s side.
Nodding Sara activated the time drive and they jumped to safety. The moment they were in the green of the time stream, Sara unstrapped and moved to hug her girlfriend again.
“I thought I’d lost you forever,” Sara whispered.
Ava smiled, “Sorry I couldn’t come for you sooner, but I needed to find a ship. It’s not as big as the Waverider but it’s ours.”
Sara smiled in relief, now they could find the others and return to fixing time to make things better.
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Rip stood looking down at the unconscious woman on the medical chair, once more immersed in a simulation.
“There was no other way, Captain,” Gideon reminded him.
“Your computer lady is right,” Quentin Lance sighed as he gently stroked his daughter’s hair.
Rip sighed, “I just wish she would have listened to us, that she could believe what we were telling her.”
“Sara was always stubborn,” Laurel told him.
Nodding in agreement Rip explained, “Although the simulation is running again, it has been altered by Gideon to be less aggressive to her psyche while George is monitoring constantly. He will continue to provide her with a narrative with things within it that hopefully will make her question the reality. If…when she accepts that then he will wake her.”
“What about her physical body?” Laurel asked, “Is she going to waste away living in her mind?”
Rip shook his head, “She is being kept healthy by the stasis field which will ensure that her body does not deteriorate however long she remains in the simulation.”
“And you’ll let us know how she is?” Quentin asked.
“I will provide you with monthly reports, Captain Lance,” Gideon assured, “And the council have approved for you to visit once every three months to check on her.”
Sighing Quentin wrapped his arm around Laurel, “I guess that’s the best I can hope for.”
“I can give you some more time before I send you home,” Rip told them.
Laurel shook her head, “It’s best we leave now. Thank you, Captain Hunter.”
Rip nodded before he tapped a few controls on his courier and the portal opened showing Laurel’s apartment.
Father and daughter looked back at Sara lying unconscious for a moment before they walked through the portal which closed a few seconds later leaving Rip alone once more.
“You are wanted by the council, Captain,” Gideon interrupted his thoughts.
Rip sighed, “Never a moment. Tell Eve I’m on my way.”
Leaving the medical bay, Rip hoped one day Sara would come home, but for now he had to get back to work.
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