Sparks flew and various pieces of metal and tech clanged against the ground as the Waverider plowed into the earth, in the middle of what the team was hoping was an empty field.

"Oh man, one landing!" Jax shouted amidst all the moans of pain and semi-consciousness that were currently filling the bridge of the Waverider. "All I'm asking is just one landing without destroying the ship!"

"To be fair, we had a little interference." Sara snapped in defenses, they had spent the past four months not only repairing the Waverider but also fixing the timeline piece by piece, primarily by using the jump ship. However, when they fixed the final irregularity in LA the timeline going totally back to normal had caused a massive time quake, a good one, but still one that knocked the barely functioning Waverider around every corner of the time stream.

"Besides, this bucket of bolts has taken far worse." Mick grumbled, kicking his flight seat as though to prove his point, which backfired when the seat fell over of course.

"Yeah, the damage doesn't look like anything we can't fix." Ray piped up, ignoring Mick's actions and his ever-optimistic smile not faltering for even a second and Jax rolled his eyes in annoyance, sometimes Ray was too much even for him.

"When are we Gideon?" Sara called up to the ceiling, the rest of the crew staggering on their feet about as much as she was, which was a lot, and trying to get their bearings.

"Actually Captain Lance, I believe you would be more interested in where we have landed as apposed to when." The AI happily chirped in reply, unaffected by the sloppy landing as always.

"What do you mean?" Sara asked,

"The time quake, aided by the Waverider's controls only being partially stables, was able to send the ship through a wormhole and into an alternate time stream. We have landed on June 16th 2017, however we are in the dimension that you would refer to as Earth 40. My records indicate that it is very similar to Earth 1, however due to a vast number of both minor and major historical differences, the technology here is slightly behind that of Earth 1, and is more comparable to what existed during the late 1990's and early 2000's." The AI explained,

"Well at least it's a good a time," Nate commented and some of the others nodded in agreement.

"Jax, how long do you think we'll be stuck here?" Sara asked the resident engineer as he looked around, assessing the damage done in their landing.

"If you guys can handle a few of the basic repairs, probably not more than two days. But we'll need to get some parts." He guessed and Sara nodded.

"What happens if we run into our counterparts while we're here?" Ray asked,

"Avoid them," Sara instructed immediately, "We don't want to risk any confusion, be it on this ship or for the people here."

"Actually Captain, it is very unlikely that any mix ups would occur if any of you were to meet your counterparts." Gideon chimed in and briefly Sara wondered if she had been damaged in the crash, she did realize what team she was talking to right?

"Why is that Gideon?" She asked instead, opting to hear the AI out in her reasoning.

"In this timeline, all of your counterparts were born many years later than you were in the Earth 1 timeline. For example, Professor Stein was not born until 1970, and Mr. Jackson not until late 2011."

"Hold up, I'm five here?" Jax questioned incredulously, annoyed that even on this earth he was still the baby of the group.

"And I'm assuming you have not become Firestorm." Martin put in,

"Correct," Gideon confirmed, "In fact, on this earth meta humans and vigilantes exist only in movies and children's cartoons."

"Definitely a simpler time," Ray commented from the back of the group.

"What about the rest of or counterparts?" Nate asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"The rest of your counterparts are all very close in age, having been born between the years of 2000 and 2002." Gideon answered and it took them all a second to do the mental math.

"So… most of us are teenagers then?" Amaya asked and Sara snorted.

"What's so funny Blondie?" Mick asked,

"Nothing," the chuckling captain replied, "Just imagining the chaos of what would happen if all our counterparts went to high school together." She explained with a joking grin, one that Gideon's next words wiped clean off of her face.

"Actually Captain, all six of your counterparts are currently enrolled in Central City Public High School."

The entire team looked shocked at that, their faces nearly pale as they tried to imagine their teenage selves all in one building.

"Gideon, how different from our timeline is this one exactly?" Amaya was the one who voiced the question, curious about a lot of things but mostly if it was true that her counterpart was here or if she was in Zembesi.

"I'm sorry Ms. Jiwe, but I do not have enough data to calculate the exact similarities. However, many of your younger selves lives are similar to those of your own, and will most likely differ more as they grow older. For example, here Dr.'s Heywood and Palmer share a common ancestor in Henry Heywood as their grandfather, making the two of them cousins."

"Cool," Ray approved with a grin and Nate nodded in acceptance.

"Other differences include the divorce of Dinah and Quentin Lance occurring much earlier, thus separating Captain Lance and her sister Laurel when they each chose to live with one parent full time. Mr. Rory, instead of running away from each foster home he was placed into after his first release from the juvenile detention center, is currently in the process of being adopted by his first foster parents. You, Ms. Jiwe, still came to the United States at the age of fourteen, only you were drafted to Central City to train for the Junior Olympics rather than Washington D.C. with the Justice Society of America." Gideon raddled off what were apparently some of the major differences between this timeline and their own.

Everyone was speechless for a moment, trying to process all of these changes and what life might be like for their counterparts. Amaya, out of habit, glanced over at Mick, her mind replaying what Gideon had said about him.

"Sounds we're doing ok on this earth, for the most part." Ray finally commented and Sara nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, let's fix the ship before we screw it up for them."

With there being such an age difference between the Legend's and their Earth 40 counterparts there really shouldn't be too much damage that they could cause even if they took their sweet time fixing the ship. However, Sara Lance knows her team. She also knows that she used to be among the top three troublemakers on it (a title that she may still hold, depending on who you ask). So she knew that it wouldn't take more than twenty minutes for anyone not working on repairs to head out and look for their alternate selves.

They got an address out of Gideon, the home of Henry Heywood, where supposedly most of their alternate selves would be gathering for a party this afternoon.

"Weird to think what it would've been like," Ray commented as he, Nate, and Amaya hid in the bushes at the edge of the yard, the ones that divided the house's property from the next one.

"It's weird to think of you as my cousin," Nate replied and Amaya fixed him with a deadpan look.

"Somehow I'm not having trouble picturing you two being related." She commented and while both men looked offended for about half a second they weren't going to turn it into an argument, it's not like they don't consider each other family anyway.

"Stay in the yard Jefferson," a deep voice said from behind the group.

They turned their heads just enough to see into the, previously uninteresting, yard behind them, where they saw a little boy sitting himself down on a concrete patio with a bucket of chalk.

"Hey, your grandfather lives next door to little Jax!" Ray beamed, momentarily forgetting that on this earth Henry is his grandfather as well.

"So which one of you is that?" Amaya spoke up and directed the attention of the men back to the yard they were supposed to be watching, where a teenage boy had appeared walking and muttering to himself as he spread out a table cloth.

Nate looked at the teen with a wondrous expression on his face, this boy may be a different version of himself but it was still the spitting image of him as a teenager.

"It's me," he confirmed and just at that second his, along with Ray's and Amaya's, face pinched in pain as a high pitched whining sound filled their ears, the cause being their comm links.

"Sorry," Sara's voice came just as the pain and accompanying sound faded out. "Stein is resetting the comms so they work, apparently the frequency changes between earths. Where are you guys?" She asked, they hadn't exactly told her that they were sneaking off to spy on their alternate selves, but she had figured that much out.

So, Ray gave her the address.

Sara convinced herself that when their three missing teammates hadn't returned after an hour, that she only brought Mick along with her for the extra help in dragging them back to the ship before they got caught. In actuality, she had to admit she was curious. Ever since she returned to Star City all those years ago, only to find her parents divorced, she had wondered what life might have been like had they divorced sooner. She'd wondered, and even considered asking, if they had only remained in their marriage for the benefit of their children. She hoped not, as neither she nor Laurel would've wanted that, and she didn't suspect they did. Still, landing on an earth where they did divorce sooner, it made her wonder.

By the time that she and Mick got to the house where the others where supposedly stalking their counterparts they found a beginning of summer party in full swing.

"How are we supposed to tell which one's are young Nate and Ray?" Sara questioned, knowing those were exactly the two whom their teammates would be hiding somewhere around.

"Don't-"

Mick cut himself off, his words dying on his lips as his eyes locked onto something. Sara followed his gaze, and surprisingly it led to a younger version of herself standing exceptionally close to an unfamiliar teenager, a boy with pale skin and curly brown hair.

She pulled Mick into a nearby row of bushes, as they were about to be caught, and crawled with him following behind her until she was sure they were safe.

"What-"

"It was Snart," he cut off her question before she could even ask it, all of her anger at him for nearly getting them caught instantly dissipating as she processed what he had said. "That kid mini you was with," he went on, "It's the same shrimp who nearly got himself killed his first day in Juvie."

Sara blinked, still trying to process the information, because her counterpart had been standing so close to that boy.

"Come on," she whispered to Mick, nodding her head forward as she crawled ahead some more, wanting to get behind her younger self.

But Mick didn't follow; instead he backed out of the bushes and, presumably, went off to continue the search for their friends.

"That would've been nice," she heard her young counterpart say, flirtation evident in her voice to the point where Sara rolled her eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?" The boy asked in a cracking voice that Sara could perfectly envision one day shaping into that smooth drawl she found herself missing every day.

"What's up?" Sara wanted to leave, her gut shouting at her that she did not want to hear what was about to come next. But she was rooted in her spot, her curiosity over the teenagers overpowering her better judgment.

"I uh…" He paused and cleared his throat, giving her one final opportunity to crawl away but she wouldn't take it. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime?"

He sounded nervous, and sure he was talking to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Sara Lance, unaware that another version of her was listening in, but Sara still felt as though a bucket filled with ice water had been dumped onto her head. This kid, he wasn't nearly as guarded as the Leonard she lost, otherwise he wouldn't have been so direct with his question. But he had a thing for her counterpart, just like she knew Barry and Iris are married on Earth 2. She had wondered ever since learning about that if some people are always destined to find each other no matter what earth they're on. A logical side of her knew that she was watching teenagers, and that their relationship most likely won't last, but still, she couldn't help the pang of envy that she felt when watching her teenage counterpart intertwine her hand with Leonard's.

"Sara," It was Nate's voice in her ear that snapped her out of the moment, "Ray and I are heading back to the ship."

"Ok," Ok she whispered back, her finger on the earpiece mostly to remind her of her reality, "I'm coming."

How Amaya had found herself up in a tree she would rather not say, but she knew that she and the boys should have high tailed it away from the party when more people started showing up. Now she was trapped here, waiting for some bored kid to move on and find a new place to mope so that she could leave undetected.

"Hey!" A voice hissed and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, unlike the others she was still relatively close in age to her counterpart and would hardly look much older in comparison, especially if her counterpart were on the older side of Gideon's age pool and not the younger. So her being caught didn't mean explaining an adult spying on a bunch of teenagers, but explaining why there was a second Amaya.

Turning her head to look over her shoulder, not moving from her crouched position in the tree branch, she exhaled in relief when she saw that it was Mick, her Mick, calling from her, Nate, and Ray's previous hiding place.

"Use the comm," she muttered, pressing her earpiece. "You're going to get us caught,"

"What are you watching me for?" Came the reply and Amaya screwed her face up in complete bewilderment.

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, "You're the one who-wait, that moping kid is the other you?" She asked when it clicked what he really meant, and as if on cue her counterpart approached his.

Mick never replied, and she didn't ask again for a reply. They both remained in their hiding places, listening to the conversation below them. From what she could gather, Amaya figured that her counterpart was facing a decision not unlike the one she made between 1942 and the Waverider. She talked about leaving things behind, practically begging her Mick to tell her to stay. But he didn't, he let her walk away, and Amaya felt her heart break all over again, with a pain she thought she'd already buried.

Repairs to the Waverider were finished by late that night, and so Sara brought them all into the temporal zone to get some rest. As she exited her flight seat, being the only one on the bridge, she paced the floor aimlessly for a moment before coming to a halt at the main console.

"Hey Gideon?" She called,

"Yes Captain?" The AI answered back and Sara took a moment before responding, debating whether she really wanted to voice her question or not.

"Can you… can you tell me what happens to the me from the timeline we were just in?"

"You wish to know your Earth 40 counterpart's future?" Gideon asked for confirmation.

"Is that ok?" Sara asked, wondering if somehow knowing the future of an alternate version of herself could still be as dangerous as knowing her own future.

"Of course," the living computer responded and it took a second for her to compile the data that she was looking for. "Sara Lance of Earth 40 will join The Lantern Corp, Earth 40's version of your Peace Corp, after high school. She will spend two years in Tanzania Africa before returning home and enrolling at Central City University to study early elementary education. Partway through her junior year she will marry her high school boyfriend, the Earth 40 counterpart of Leonard Snart. She will go on to become an elementary school teacher and the mother to three children."

When Gideon finished Sara remained nearly frozen, leaning on the monitor deep in thought. Her counterpart, on this earth anyway, was set to have a fairly ordinary life. She was sure there would be some challenges, some difficulties along the way that her other self would struggle to move past, but ultimately she would be with Leonard, she would even have his children, and it sounded like she would be happy.

"Thanks Gideon," she muttered lowly before turning to make her way to her room, all she wanted right now was to curl up into a ball and sleep away all the images of what she and Snart could've had.

Mick was four beers in to his nightly routine of drinking himself into unconsciousness when, all of a sudden, a relentless pounding sounded from the other side of his door. With a grunt he got up from his chair and staggered his way over to answer it, setting his beer down on a table in the process.

"What blew up?" He demanded just before the door opened and he saw, of all people, Amaya standing on the other side and tapping her toe impatiently, her arms folded across her chest. "What do you want?"

"Are you a complete blockhead on every earth!?" She demanded furiously, not to mention out of nowhere.

"Blockhead?" he asked, blinking at her. "Oh yeah, sometimes I forget you're from the 40's." He rumbled, turning away and heading back into his room but she marched right past him and knocked the beer from his hand when he went to pick it back up.

He glowered at her when she did that, because nobody has the right to get between him and his beer, but she glared right back in challenge, daring him to do something about it.

He conceded with a sigh.

"Do you have any idea how disappointed I was when you joined the Legion of Doom?" She questioned him, her hands settling accusingly on her hips.

"We're bringing that up?" He asked,

"Yes, we're bringing that up." She answered firmly, "I had tried, I tried so hard to be your friend but when it came down to it none of that mattered to you-"

"I asked you to go with me!" Mick roared in her face, "I've apologized for what I did, I won't do it again, but at the time I did ask you to go with me!"

"And when I didn't you let Damian Darhk keep me as his pet!"
"HE WANTED TO KILL YOU!"

They both stopped, their chests heaving with angry breaths as they slowly began to calm.

"Merlin and Darhk," Mick went on, his voice much quieter but still gruff as ever. "They wanted to kill all of you, Thawne said no, that it would be more fun to keep you alive and wipe your minds." He grimaced, as though the words tasted sour on his tongue. "They looked to Snart and me, Snart didn't really seem to care either way what they did with you, so I sided with Thawne."

"And you think that makes it better?" Amaya scoffed, taking a step closer to him. "I understand why you betrayed us, I do." She assured him, "But you let Darhk do whatever he pleased with me-"

"It kept you alive," He interjected but Amaya merely rolled her eyes.

"While I realize that the Legion didn't see you as much more than a pawn, you still could've made your life however you wanted with the spear." She told him, her voice sad and almost longing, but still unspeakably angry. "You let them put me in Star City, far away from you!"

"I was trying to protect you," Mick grumbled but with watery eyes Amaya shook her head.
"No," she insisted, "You were trying to protect yourself."

With that she pushed past him to leave the room, and he almost let her get away, but just as she made it to the door he spoke up.

"Why did you stay?" He asked, turning around after he did to see her watching him, waiting for him to continue. "After we defeated the Legion, why didn't you go back to 1942?"

She smirked, actually looked down at her feet and smirked before meeting his eyes again. "Because I'm a blockhead," she answered, all her previous fury suddenly gone from her voice and replaced by wistfulness. "Because I know you'll never believe staying with you could be what's best for me, on any earth by the looks of it." She giggled as she approached him. "But I never thought I would find someone who understands what it's like to live with the animal, so I'd like to at least try and hold on to that." She said and maybe it was the beer talking, even though he was only a little ways past buzzed, but Mick reached out and pulled her to him, his lips crashing against hers.

Amaya returned the kiss readily, happily, and maybe she and Mick are just as hardheaded as those teenagers they spied on earlier today. Maybe that's their fate on every earth: for him to be a stubborn ass and for her to keep waiting for him to stop. Maybe other versions of them will be locked in that dance forever, but when it came to the two of them, it was time they broke the cycle.

Author's Note: And now the story is complete! I just want to say thank you to everyone who left reviews and who read this story, you guys are amazing!