To his utter dismay, Ray had been spending most of the mission so far — undoubtedly one their craziest ones, and that meant something — in the med bay, recovering from the Pilgrim's attack.

With that being said, he got a taste of the oddness going on on the other side of the med bay door when Kendra and Sara entered the room wearing nurse uniforms, Rip and Snart in tow, and a baby who couldn't be more than a couple of days old neatly tucked in Kendra's arms. All four of them stood around the empty med bed near Ray's as Kendra gently laid her precious burden to be scanned by Gideon.

It was a lovely baby, Ray could tell that much after he'd managed to get up from his own resting bunk and squeeze himself between Kendra and Rip. Snart glanced at him from the other side of the narrow bed and drawled something about Ray being no better than the ladies.

"Who is he?" Ray asked, ignoring Snart — a skill he'd been developing steadily during the last weeks.

"Me," Snart replied.

Bewildered, Ray looked back and forth a few times between Grown-Up Snart and Baby Snart. Two occurrences of the man at the same time in the same place at different ages didn't trouble him so much. Apparently, he was getting used to the oddities of time travel. What did astonish him, though, was...

"But he's so cute!" Ray blurted out, unable to reconcile the image of the sweet baby with the one of the snarkiest man he'd ever met.

Sara snorted, Rip nodded to himself, and Kendra kept cooing at Baby Snart. Nobody — including Grown-Up Snart — seemed to disagree with Ray about the dichotomy.

"And are you wrapped in a black blankie?" Ray added, leaning over the med bed. "Who wraps a baby in a black blankie?!"

Snart smirked at him as Gideon finished to scan his younger version and declared him in perfect health.

"I know," he told Ray. "So adorable and so stylish right from day one."

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