Ray and Nora had moved Leonard from the lab to the med bay, where he sat in one of the examination chairs. A futuristic circular scanner of some kind rotated above his head that he neither understood nor wanted to think much about. Two small circles were also stuck to each of his temples and connected to wires plugged into Gideon somewhere behind him. Another device tracking his vitals was attached to his wrist. All of these forms of technology transmitted their constantly updating findings to Ray's tablet, which he watched intently.

"This is fascinating," Ray said, looking up for just a moment. "We're really picking up on some great stuff here."

"I always knew I had an impressive brain," Leonard replied dryly, "but it's nice to have it scientifically proven."

Nora snorted, then cleared her throat to hide it and asked, "How much longer does Gideon need to keep scanning, Ray?"

"She should have all the data she needs in a few more minutes," Ray replied. He studied the figures on his tablet closely. "I can't draw any conclusions yet, but I can tell you that all of your essential functions are working perfectly fine."

"I could've told you that," Leonard remarked.

"But there also seems to be something else going on. Something…different."

Leonard raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Ray. "Different? Different how?"

"I'll be able to tell once Gideon's done scanning," Ray answered. "At first, I thought it was just more temporal energy – and you definitely have a lot of that – but this might be something else. We'll just have to wait and see. But I'm sure you're all right. No need to be scared or anything," he added with a reassuring smile.

Leonard did not smile back. "I don't scare, Raymond."

"Ah, yes," Ray said with a nod. "I remember." He pulled over a stool and sat down on it. "So, Snart, while I have you, there was something I wanted to ask…"

Leonard glanced up at the strange glowing object monitoring his brain. "Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere."

Ray leaned forward in his seat eagerly. "Who's your favorite member of the Fellowship of the Ring?" he asked with surprising enthusiasm.

Nora chuckled. Leonard closed his eyes and groaned. "You've got to be kidding me," he said.

"Come on, Snart," Ray pressed him. "Now that I know you like Lord of the Rings, we have something in common to talk about!"

"That's assuming I want to talk," Leonard replied.

Ray pointed at him. "Hey, you said it yourself: you're not going anywhere."

Leonard closed his eyes and muttered, "I knew I was going to regret that."

"If it makes you feel any better," Nora spoke up, "he asked me that, too. When I didn't have an answer, he made me watch the movies." She looked pointedly at Ray. "All three of them. In one day."

"And now she loves it," Ray said proudly.

"Eh," Nora said with a shrug. "I liked it. It's kind of hard to appreciate fictional magic when you can do your own, though."

"But it's not about the magic," Ray replied, turning to his girlfriend. "It's about the themes of brotherhood, and hope, and good triumphing over evil, and…"

"Ray," Nora reminded him gently, "I've already heard the speech."

"Right. Sorry." He turned back to Leonard. "We spent so much time butting heads when we were first getting to know each other. Don't you think it would be nice to have something to bond over now?"

"Not really," Leonard replied.

Ray frowned, but, ever the optimist, he quickly thought of another idea to try. "What about Star Wars?"

"What about it?" Leonard asked.

"You like it, don't you? You definitely mentioned it at least a couple times while we were on our first mission together."

Leonard shrugged. "Everyone knows Star Wars."

"Sure, most people do, but it's not everyone's go-to pop culture reference when they run into a guy with a metal suit and a blaster."

Leonard sighed exasperatedly. "Why are you doing this, Raymond? What do you want from me?"

"I just want to be better friends this time around," Ray said his hopeful smile returning. "I think we really could get along, especially now that I know we like a lot of the same stuff." He paused for a moment, then added, "Come on, Snart. The sooner you accept that we have interests in common, the sooner we can have fun geeking out about stuff together."

"And why would I want to do that, Raymond?"

"Uh…friendship?"

"Nope. Not a good enough reason."

Ray shook his head disappointedly, then focused on his tablet once again. "Okay, Snart. But once day, I think you'll come around."

"I doubt it."

Before they could argue any more, Sara stepped in from the hallway. She waved at Snart. "Hey, lab team. How's the science going?"

"Boring," Snart replied.

"Awesome," Ray said at the exact same time.

"Surprisingly entertaining," Nora said after hearing their opposite responses.

Sara nodded and smirked amusedly. "Well, that's just about what I expected from you three." She then announced, "The away team is coming back."

"Please tell me they didn't do something stupid with the kid," Leonard drawled.

"Not that I know of," Sara replied. "They said they figured out that the anachronism isn't in 1762, but from 1762." She turned specifically to Ray. "They said they'd elaborate when they get here, but they might need our help. Can you spare a few minutes for a team meeting on the bridge?"

"Absolutely!" Ray said enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs-up. "Count me in, Captain!"

"Finally," Leonard said. He glanced up at the device over his head again. "Anyone know how to turn this thing off?"

Ray frowned and shook his head. "Oh, no, Snart. You can't leave yet."

"Why not?" he asked.

"You're not done." Ray turned the tablet to face Snart and pointed to the figures and shapes on it. "Gideon still doesn't have one hundred percent of the data she needs. It'll be another…" He looked over the top edge of the screen the check. "…four minutes and forty-five seconds, approximately."

Leonard turned his face toward Sara, silently requesting support. She understood his message, but she shrugged and answered, "Sorry, Snart. I know you want a break, but if Ray says you're not done, you're not done." She turned to Nora. "Keep an eye on him while we meet the others."

"Got it," Nora said with a nod. Ray handed her the tablet, then followed Sara out of the room.

Nora sat down on a nearby stool and watched the numbers on her screen until the silence became awkward. Now that there was a new ex-villain on the team, she thought it might be nice to get to know him a little better, and despite her boyfriend's recent failed attempts, she figured that starting a conversation was the best place to begin. "So…you and Ray have an interesting history, huh?" she asked.

Leonard studied her for a moment, assessing her motives as he debated how to answer, if at all. "You could say that. Why?"

"Oh, just curious," she answered. "You just seem to make fun of him a lot."

"I wouldn't if he didn't make it so easy." He asked her dryly, "I take it you enjoy dating the world's biggest nerd?"

Nora laughed a little. "Honestly, he's pretty amazing. I've never known anyone as sweet as him." She returned her gaze to the tablet, keeping track of its progress. "I mean, seriously, if it wasn't for Ray, I'd probably be evil, dead, or both. Even if we weren't dating, he'd still easily be the most positive influence I've ever had in my life."

"Sounds like he hasn't changed much, then," Leonard said. "Still the biggest goody-two-shoes in the world. And that's why I make fun of him."

"Well, I wouldn't say he's a complete goody-two-shoes," Nora replied, attempting to defend her boyfriend's wholesome reputation to a fellow former villain. "He can break the rules when he wants to."

"Raymond? Yeah, right."

"He can, I swear." She immediately thought of an example. "One time, he broke me out of prison, and he didn't even let the other Legends in on it."

That caught Leonard off guard. He sat up as straight as the chair allowed him to so he could look more directly at Nora. "Hold on. Wait just a minute. You're telling me Raymond…Dr. Raymond Palmer…the ultimate Boy Scout…broke you out of prison? By himself?"

"Basically, yeah. He gave me a magic time stone knowing I would use it to escape, and I did." She noticed the shocked look on Leonard's face and smirked proudly. "What? Didn't think he had it in him to pull off a prison break?"

"No," Leonard replied bluntly. "No, I did not."

"Are you going to make fun of him any less now?"

"Hm…don't think so. He's still too much of a Boy Scout for his own good."

"Agree to disagree, I guess," she said, shrugging as she focused on the tablet again. There were two more minutes left. She tried to think of a new conversation topic. "Hey, you're from Central City, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

She looked back up at him and explained, "I used to live there, too. But it wasn't for very long." She waited, hoping he would say some kind of response to continue the conversation. He didn't, but she wasn't ready to give up. She recalled her memories of Central City to try to find something to keep talking about. "It was kind of a rough time in my life. Well, no, it was an extremely rough time. Terrible, even. There was this whole thing with my dad dying for the first time and then coming back and…whatever, it doesn't matter right now. But I do remember one thing in Central City that I absolutely loved: CC Jitters."

Leonard rolled his eyes, finally reacting. "You mean the place that worships the Flash and his friends as its gimmick?"

Nora was relieved to get any kind of response from him. "Hey, Jitters is more than just the place with Flash-themed drinks," she said defensively. "They're a legitimately good coffee shop."

"I don't disagree about the drink quality. But it's still gimmicky, and Team Flash's egos don't need it."

"Oh, so you've been there?"

"Obviously. You think anyone can live in Central City long-term and not pay Jitters a visit or two?"

Nora leaned forward toward him, feeling a little triumphant about finding at least one thing they had in common, aside from villainous pasts. "What's your favorite Jitters drink, then?" she asked. "Wait, let me guess: it's not the Flash."

"You guess correctly."

"Okay, but what is it?"

Leonard looked at her suspiciously. He wasn't in the habit of engaging in small talk, and even less so with people he had only met relatively recently. "Why all the interest?"

"Why not?" she countered. She waited for his answer, but he didn't give one. Oh, come on, she thought. We're making so much progress here. She decided to keep talking on her own and hope he would eventually join back in. "Well, I'm personally partial to their peppermint hot chocolate. Best drink ever, hands down."

Slowly, the corner of Leonard's mouth started to curve up. It was too subtle to be considered a smile, but it was enough for Nora to notice with no small amount of satisfaction. Little did she know, she had just named his sister's favorite holiday treat growing up, and he had many memories of taking a much younger Lisa to Jitters in its early days for exactly that reason. "Peppermint hot chocolate, huh?" Snart said. "That's a classic."

"That's why I like it."

Leonard knew Nora was waiting for him to say something next and hesitated. He didn't particularly want to disclose any more information about himself than he already had. Then again, he was finding her company more tolerable than Ray's, and, as he'd regretting admitting earlier, he still wasn't going anywhere. "Peppermint's all right," he said, finally forcing himself to share something about his tastes, "but without mini marshmallows, hot cocoa just isn't the same."

Nora grinned, recognizing her victory. "Why not both?" she pointed out.

Leonard smirked at her a little more openly this time. "Not a bad idea."

By the time Ray and Sara arrived on the bridge, the away team was already there, having returned from the recently docked jump ship. They had docked so recently, in fact, that they hadn't had time to change out of their period attire, although Mick clenched his powdered wig in his hands instead of wearing it on his head.

"Hey, guys," Ray said as he took his place at the central console. "Did you meet Mozart? What was he like?"

"He was six," Mick grunted.

"And, apparently, not who we should be looking for," John added.

As he spoke, Zari and Charlie walked into the room from the opposite entrance. "Whoo!" Charlie hooted, pointing at John first, then Mona, Nate, and Mick in their elegant outfits. "Looking quite dashing today, aren't we?" She reached the central console and leaned against it with a teasing grin. "Did you make sure you didn't drop any glass slippers on your way out of the ball?"

John rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"It wasn't a ball," Nate corrected her, "and we're only still dressed like this because we didn't have time to change."

Zari tilted her head sideways as she looked him over. "Actually, I think it kind of works on you."

Nate's face brightened at the compliment. "Really? I mean, uh, yeah, I knew that."

"This is dumb," Mick said, ending the conversation about clothes. "Let's get on with it." He nodded toward Nate. "Pretty says we found the wrong kid and the right one's somewhere else."

"Wrong kid?" Ray asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "What does that mean?"

"There are two Mozart siblings," Nate explained. "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had an older sister named Maria Anna, better known by her nickname, Nannerl. Both of them performed at court in 1762. While Wolfgang's still in his proper place, his sister is missing. We think it's because instead of a rift spitting something out into their year, it pulled her in and sent her to another time."

"So," Sara said, continuing his line of reasoning, "what we need to do is figure out which rift Nannerl got sent through."

"Exactly," said Mona.

Sara thought for a second, then said loudly, "Gideon, how old was Nannerl Mozart in 1762?"

Gideon answered, "Maria Anna Mozart was born in 1751, making her eleven years old at the time of her disappearance."

"Got any pictures in your records?" Sara asked.

A holographic projection of a young girl's portrait appeared in the middle of the central console. "The exact year of this image's painting is unknown, but it was most likely within a reasonably close range of 1762."

"Perfect," Sara said. "Search through all known rift locations for reports of a girl around eleven years old with facial recognition set to that portrait." She looked to the away team again and asked, "How's the timeline? Has her disappearance changed anything major yet?"

"Wolfgang seemed really upset when he didn't know where she was," Mona said. "Also, she went missing the day she's supposed to perform with him before the court, so I'd imagine her not showing up could be a big deal."

"But nothing else seemed off," Nate added, "and any changes that did happen haven't solidified."

"Then let's try to keep it that way," Sara said. "The faster we deal with this, the better. We also need to keep monitoring the situation in 1762 to make sure it doesn't get too off-track, just in case."

"Captain," Gideon's voice interrupted, "I believe I have located a rift in our database matching your description." The portrait's projection vanished and was replaced with the map of the timeline. Gideon quickly zoomed in and centered on one dot until its details were visible.

"1983?" the Legends said, reading the rift's year in the same moment.

"That is correct," Gideon confirmed. "Security footage of a shopping mall in Keystone indicates the presence of a girl aged around eleven years old, with facial features identical to that portrait and clothing much more similar to the 1760s than the 1980s."

"Nice work, Gideon," Sara said, her face revealing an impressed smile at Gideon's quick work. She then looked at Zari. "How are the updates going?" she asked her. "Do you think the Waverider can take a jump to 1983?"

"Hm…" Zari thought for a second, then nodded. "They're not quite done yet, but I think it's a small enough jump that the updates won't be significantly affected."

"Okay, then," Sara said, piecing together a plan. "In that case, we'll take the ship to 1983 to look for Nannerl and the rift." She pointed two fingers at the away team. "Since you guys are already dressed, two of you can head back to 1762 in the jump ship to keep an eye on things. Once the rest of us get to the 80s, we're going to have to search that mall. But remember, Nannerl's only eleven, and she's over two hundred years out of her time. We need to handle this very carefully and try not to make her any more freaked out than she probably already is." She turned to Ray. "Go tell Nora and Snart what's going on. As soon as you're done with…whatever science stuff you're doing, we'll start the jump. It wouldn't be safe to do it while Snart's still hooked up to Gideon's medical equipment."

"Agreed," Ray said with a nod. "He should be almost done now. I'll go tell them." He hurried away in the direction of the med bay.

"As for the rest of us," Sara said, speaking to the group again, "strap yourselves in, Legends, because we are going to the 80s!"

After a beat, Nate spoke up, "Um, no offense, Captain, but…don't you usually come up with something more creative than that?"

Sara rolled her eyes at him. "Nate, I already gave you one good send-off today. It's not like they're all going to be winners."

He nodded and smiled understandingly. "That's fair. You know I always appreciate the effort, Captain."

"Thank you, Nate." She paused for a second, then added, "But seriously, you guys need to get ready to go." The Legends obediently scrambled to prepare for takeoff.

A/N: I hope Nora and Snart weren't too out of character, but I just really feel like they'd be friends if they were ever on the Waverider together.