Author's note: Hey there yall! I'm back!

I know I've been promising that sequel to "down the spiral" and I swear it is started in some random file in my computer, but I have these fics I have to finish and I was like "gotta get through this first!". Until, well, 13 Reasons Why was released and you have to understand that that is one of my favorite books ever.

NOW, before anything else you've got to know that I don't plan on writing something as depressing as the show/book. I'm adding a twist to it that will be better explored in chapter 1, so bear with me, okay?
Also, I know that this prologue is practically copy-past of the beginning of Hannah's first tape. That won't repeat through the fic!
There will be at least 14 chapters and let's have faith that I finish it before season 3 starts #fff

I'd like to thank Kita (crazygirlne) for beta reading this for me ^^
Legends of Tomorrow and Flash belong to DC; 13 Reasons Why belongs to Jay Asher. I don't own any right over their plot or characters.

Let me know what you think in the comments section, okay? Please? Thank you!
I hope you enjoy the ride!

listen, rewind and pass it on
A Legends of Tomorrow/13 reasons why AU

Prologue: Tape 1, Side A

Hello, boys and girls. Leonard Snart, here, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests.

I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.

I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up… I promise.

Now, why would a dead man lie?

Hey! That sounds like a joke. Why would a dead man lie? Answer: because he can't stand up. Go ahead. Laugh.

Oh, well. I thought it was funny.

The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy for you. When you're done listening to all thirteen sides – because there are thirteen sides to every story – rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you, lucky number thirteen, you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion, maybe I'll see you there.

In case you're tempted to break the rules, understand that I did make a copy of these tapes. Those copies will be released in a very public manner if this package doesn't make it through all of you.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Do not take me for granted… again.

...

Ray Palmer hit the stop button, feeling sweat dampen his hair. The shoebox with the tapes looked so innocent at first, a call back to a past that didn't look so far away, when he used to listen to the radio and try to hit REC at the exact moment his favorite song would start.

This was no happy mixtape.

Leonard Snart died – for Mick, for him, for the world - and it hadn't been easy to live with it for anyone, as he saw at depressing breakfast tables and drunken movie nights. No history changes could fix this.

Why did he feel the need to tell them about their part in his death like this? What would be Leonard's point? Hadn't it been heartbreaking already to remember every day that their friend was forever gone?

Ray looked down at the Walkman in his hands. He couldn't believe he actually had the chance to dig the little player from his belongings in order to play the tape. The front of the case was transparent, and he could see the #1 written with white marker. His fingers rubbed the play button as he considered his options.

A couple of minutes in and he already knew that Leonard was right – it wouldn't be an easy journey. Ray thought over the rules. You listen, you pass it on.

You listen, you wait to see when your name will pop up and why, you pass it on.

You listen.

He would listen.

Ray pressed play.