'Timeline is malleable, in flux until it's set'. Len mused over the words as the Legends team made their way through the rundown streets of Star City. Set or not, this post-apocalyptic future, the overturned cars, street fires, crumbled down buildings, it was unsettling. If not for the bike noises in the distance, he'd assume that this place was a ghost town.

He glanced at Rip. Their captain seemed unfazed by the scenery. Len wanted to take it as a good sign – an indication that he can trust Rip's words. The problem was he knew how to read people. And Rip's expression told him only one thing – the time traveler has seen this before. Surely he probably was not here to witness the demise of this particular city, but most certainly he had had to go through his fair share of vile, brutal events and see the devastation left in its wake. At some point he must have learned to emotionally detach himself from it to preserve his sanity. The kind of skill that Len hadn't fully mastered so far.

This wasn't necessarily his future. Strictly speaking it was only a potential future, not a fixed point. But he wasn't some geeky scientist to theorize on that. For him this place felt as real as any other places he had been to. He couldn't help feeling unease. He thought of Lisa. Maybe he could find a way to check on her, see if she's alright. The impeding prospect of him getting involved scared him. He felt compelled to confirm Lisa's well-being, but, considering the poor state Star City was in, he dreaded to learn that the same fate had befallen his city. Despite his meticulously constructed Cold persona, he was not sure that he'd be able to remain calm and keep himself from meddling.

'Remember when I told you it's too dangerous to know about your own future? The event that you dread can very well come to be due to your actions to prevent them'. Rip's words flashed in his head. Weren't that exactly what their team was doing right now? Or did Rip just assume that his meddling would be more educated and paradox-free than any other team member individually could opt for? This whole time travel thing was truly confusing. And way too disquieting.

Len turned his attention to their captain who was trying to calm down the female assassin, Sara Lance, and apparently was failing to do so.

"Miss Lance, please!" Rip sounded exasperated. "We absolutely cannot get more involved that we already are! The less you know about this future the safer it is to…"

"Can't you see what you're asking of me?" Sara cut him off. "This is my city! The city I was supposed to protect! And look at it!"

"Wasn't your father a police captain?" Len interjected.

"Yes, why?" Sara shot him a glance.

"Just thinking, he did one hell of a job here", Len drawled. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to be spiteful about it.

"The only way he could have let something like that happen would be him being dead. And that goes for the Team Arrow as well", she stated, her voice completely void of any emotion.

Len decided not to push it any further. After all she or her father, or the Arrow for that matter, had nothing to do with him. Actually if he had to express any particular emotion, it would be pity. The flash of anger, the bitterness he felt a moment ago was not directed at them. He realized that as soon as the words had left his mouth. He was definitely mad. But he was mad at someone else. This was so unlike him. He wasn't used to having such irrational thoughts. He didn't know if something had happened to his city, but the fear was there.

He didn't have to be a pessimist to anticipate the worst. Logical thinking was his strong point and connecting two dots was never a challenge. In this case he was well aware of two facts. One, the Arrow and the Flash knew each other. Two, the Flash would never stand by and do nothing when the life of his friends, or well anyone truly, was at risk. Despite this Star City was in ruin. Did the Scarlet speedster know? Did he rush to rescue his friends? And… failed? Len didn't like this scenario one bit. It left Central City vulnerable, unsafe. It put Lisa at risk. If the Flash really had perished along with the better half of other heroes, he had every right to be mad at him.

Len took a deep breath to calm down and clear his head from the unnecessary thoughts.

"We're almost there, ." Rip must have sensed Len's impatience and decided to reassure him. "As soon as we get the item, with your kind assistance of course, we'll be ready to depart."

"What a bore", Mick groaned. "Again, when do I getta use my gun?"

"If the situation calls for it, please, by all means do use your gun, just refrain from killing people to avoid paradox", Rip replied, somewhat tired.

"Oh… well can't guarantee that last part, Boss." Mick sneered.

Len didn't like the gleam in the other man's eyes. Apparently his partner didn't share Len's wish to leave this place as quickly as possible, but had an urge to explore instead. He sighed. And hoped it wouldn't get any more complicated than it already was.

TBC

Thanks for reading!

I plan to take you through the events of E6, mostly concentrating on Len's perspective, and then give you my interpretation on what motivated him to act as he did, and how exactly he dealt with Mick in that forest.

I'll be happy to read your comments!