I don't own anything in this story, all rights go to CW and DC comics.

So this idea kinda just came to me and I figured I write it and see how it goes, whether it'll be good or not, who knows? The story starts of in between 'The Legion of Doom' and 'Turncoat' will end in between 'Fellowship of the Spear' and 'Doomworld'. I have some ideas for Doomworld but will save them for another story. As with all my stories I encourage you guys to review so that I can get feed back and know if you guys want me to change anything (See more of a character or less of a character, stuff like that).

Pairings:

- Eobard/Caitlin (ReverseKiller (Couldn't find an official name for them so just gave them this one))

- Sara/Snart (ColdCanary)

- some, Sara/Rip (TimeCanary)

- some, Kara/Mon-El (KaraMon)

- some, Nate/Amaya (Namaya)

Chapter 1: Winter is Coming

Eobard was feeling great. More than that actually. He and the other Legion of Doom members had taken a huge step in assembling the spear of destiny. Thanks to Rip's memories they now had the locations of all the remaining spear fragments and with a few minor adjustments they now had Rip on their side as well. It was going all too well. But Eobard was no fool and knew that if he was going to keep going he was going to need more help. And while Damien and Malcolm were very good at what they did, the had no power compared to some of the Legends. It was time to give his side an advantage.

Sat off to the side, atop a crate, Eobard watched as the redcoat soldiers fired their new assault rifles at the target dummies. He had to admit, it had been a good idea of Rip's to bring the modern assault rifles to the past. Another way of giving them an advantage over their enemies.

"You killed George Washington," Eobard said, impressed as Rip approached him, dressed in full redcoat uniform. Eobard liked this new Rip, so much so that he intended to do it again to another member of the Legends. If one leader of the Legends was this good, why not have two?

"Yes, I know," Rip admitted smugly as he leaned against the crate Eobard was sat on. "Well, that should get my former teammates' attention, and when they travel back in time to save him, I'll be there waiting for them with open arms."

"Well, not too open, I hope," Eobard said warningly. He had complete faith in the rewrite he'd done with Rip's mind but all the same it was early days. He had to keep an eye out for any bugs so that he could fix them later.

"No, have no fear, Mr. Thawen. I have no lingering attachment," Rip said darkly.

"Good," Eobard said with a pleased smile. "In that case," he said sliding off the crate. "Kill them all, collect their fragment of the Spear of Destiny, and bring it to me." Rip nodded and was about to leave when Eobard grabbed his arm. "Oh, and, ah. Remember to bring me Ms. Lance if you get the chance. But the fragment comes first."

"Understood," Rip said with a stern nod. Eobard smiled. "So where are you of to then?"

"Oh, just to see an old flame…or a future one." Eobard grinned before vanishing in a flash of red lightning. Running along the dirt path, Eobard ran and ran until he felt his body start to ache. Finally a portal opened up ahead of him and he ran through, travelling through time. Even from time to time he had problems with his speed. After all, he technically wasn't supposed to exist. But thanks to Barry Allen, the Flash, he now had a chance to survive.

It was also thanks to Barry Allen that he knew about her…and everything he and she would do together. He had to have her, particularly the powerful version of her. With her by his side the Spear would be his in no time. In the blink of an eye he was running through the modern streets of Central City.

She was here. He could feel it.

Sat in the Cortex by herself, Caitlin stared at the dim flickering screen, the light reflecting off her face. Everyone else had gone home for the night, but she couldn't. She looked down at the light blue glowing necklace hanging around her neck. With her thumb and index finger, she took hold of the necklace, staring at the steady glow it was giving off. She had to find a why to lock away Killer Frost forever.

The screen she was staring at had her DNA sequence on it. She had been staring at it for hours, praying that something would pop out at her and she'd see how to stop herself from ever becoming Killer Frost again. She could feel the battle going on inside of her, the necklace only just keeping the evil inside her at bay. She was so scared that she never took the necklace off. She slept with it on just in case Killer Frost woke up in control.

When she felt the sudden gust of air from behind, followed by the crackling of lightning. She smiled to herself, expecting to turn around and see Barry, coming back to check on her. She swirled around in her chair only for her smile to drop instantly. Her muscles tensed as she came to a stop, her fingers dug into the fabric of the chair and her eyes widened in horror. It wasn't Barry that stood before her…it was Eobard Thawne.

"Hello, Caitlin," he said with a smug smile. His arms were folded, his shoulder pressed against the archway that lead into the hallway, leaning against it casually. His mere presence terrified Caitlin to her core, almost as much as Killer Frost did. This was the man that had nearly ruined her life…or would ruin from his perspective.

But then how did he know who she was.

"How…How…How do you-"

"-Know who you are?" Eobard finished with a chuckle. "Funny thing." Eobard pushed off the wall and made his way towards Caitlin who pushed her chair back against the desk, doing her best to keep her distance from the evil speedster. "When Flash created Flashpoint, he managed to save me from my fate. He also told me everything that was going to happen. A bit stupid of him, but helped me out greatly." Eobard grinned as he leaned down towards the trembling Caitlin.

"What do you want?" Caitlin whispered as she leaned away from Eobard.

"You," Eobard said, as if it were obvious. "Well, a bit more than you, but I need your help, Caitlin."

"I'll never help you," Caitlin blurted out with a spark of courage that quickly vanished as Eobard's stare intensified.

"I know that you and I did amazing work together. You helped me create the Flash. And you are going to help me again," Eobard said as his voice grew darker. His eyes moved down Caitlin's chest and honed in on something. Caitlin followed his eyes and found he was staring right at her necklace. Her mind began to race, wondering how much Eobard knew about her current situation.

She looked back up to find Eobard smiling back at her. In a sudden panic she pushed him aside and ran. It was one thing to be captured by Eobard. It was another to be trapped inside her own body while her evil half worked with him on what ever diabolical plan he had. She ran from the Cortex and turned the corner to find Eobard stood before her.

"Come on, Caitlin. Your smarter than that," Eobard teased as he advanced and Caitlin stepped back. She turned and ran back into the Cortex, grabbing her phone and pulling up the warning app Cisco had installed on all their phones. She was just about to hit the button to alert her friends when her phone suddenly vanished from her hand with a furious gust of wind blowing her hair into her face.

Brushing her hair back, she turned to find Eobard leaning against the wall with her phone in hand. "Better," Eobard admitted with a nod before crushing the phone in his hand. "But not good enough." He pushed off the wall and walked around the centre table in the Cortex while Caitlin continued to back away, keeping the table between them for as long as she could.

"You know what I think. I think something's holding you back, taking up all your focus. Something like that necklace," Eobard said pointing to Caitlin's chest. Her hand quickly wrapped around the necklace hanging from her neck. In that some moment, Eobard's smile grew.

"Why don't you let me help you with that?" Eobard then stepped towards the table, vibrating so fast that he phased through the table and came to a stop right in front of Caitlin who quietly gasped. She tried to step away but Eobard quickly grabbed hold of her arm to stop her. Before she could try and escape, Eobard had her necklace in hand and ripped it from her neck.

"No!" Caitlin cried, reaching to grab the necklace only to have Eobard race off.

She froze. Her necklace was gone and now there was nothing to keep her powers, or Killer Frost, at bay. Already she could feel the darkness coming out. She lifted her hands and looked down in horror as the icy white mist began to seep from her hands. The white clouds sinking to the ground before they spread out around her feet. "No, no, no, no, no," Caitlin panted as she tried make her powers stop.

"Guess who's back." The voice echoed in Caitlin's head. Her own voice, only more cold and detached than her normal one. She began pulling at her hair, watching as her once beautiful brunette locks began to fade to a white blonde. She ran for the nearby mirror, grabbing it from the desk and holding it up in her hands as she stared at her reflection. To her horror her eyes were starting to glow bright blue.

"No, no, please, no," Caitlin begged before suddenly her terrified features turned to a triumphant smirk. The glow in her eyes brightened and her grip on the mirror tightened before suddenly the entire thing turned to solid ice. She let go and the mirror shattered on the ground, ice sliding across the floor as Eobard returned in a flash of red.

"Well, well, well," Caitlin said with an interested look as she slowly turned towards Eobard who grinned.

"Hello," Eobard responded with a mock bow.

"Hello," Caitlin replied, more flirtatiously than before.

"Eobard Thawne," he said gesturing to himself as he stepped towards Caitlin whose hair was now half blonde half brunette.

"Oh, I know who you are," Caitlin replied seductively with a smirk as she stepped towards Eobard, meeting him halfway as she lay her cold hands on his chest. Even through his shirt and leather jacket he still shivered. Caitlin grinned when she saw him shiver from head to toe. It was good to have power again.

"And who might you be?" Eobard enquired.

"Killer Frost," Caitlin said, drawing out the words before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "But you can call me, Caitlin Snow, if you like." Eobard grinned as Caitlin leaned away.

"Caitlin, I have a proposal for you," Eobard said as he leaned into towards the frosty woman, towering over her as her ice blue eyes connected with his own dark blue. His eyes then widened slightly as Caitlin's eye returned to their natural brown, along with her hair. At first he was worried he'd lost her but when she continued to smile at him he realised she was still in control.

"I'm listing," Caitlin said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging herself out in front of him like a piece of bait. A piece he was very tempted to take.

"I've been putting together this team. Not the brightest people around but good at what they do. That's one of the reasons I came to you. I need someone who can match my intellect and power." Caitlin's grin broadened, liking the compliments. "I'm going after the Spear of Destiny. A weapon that once in our passion, we can use to rewrite reality."

Caitlin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this idea. "Go on," she said, sliding her stretched out index finger along Eobard's collar bone.

"Well, with it, we can create a perfect world…well our perfect world. We'll make the rules, and rule over it as we please. We'll be able to do anything and everything. Reality will be our toy. As for you…well we can make it so that your 'nicer' half never comes back. Your body will remain yours and you'll never have to worry about losing it ever again."

"And I'll be able to do…whatever I want?" Caitlin asked as she leaned in, her lips only just brushing against Eobard's. "With whoever I want?"

Eobard grinned. "Yes."

"I always wanted to be a God," Caitlin said as she pulled away, holding onto Eobard's hands as she did.

"Stay with me, and I'll make sure you're the most powerful God that ever lived," Eobard promised.

"Big words. Think you can live up to them?"

"Of course," Eobard said confidently.

"Well then, Eobard," Caitlin said placing her finger on his lips, watching the turn blue as she spoke. "Make me a God." He smiled before forcefully pulling her back into his arm, sweeping her off her feet before racing out the room leaving a trail of red lightning behind them. But even as they ran, Caitlin could feel her better half fighting to try and come back. The sooner she became a God and got rid of the other Caitlin, the better.

Her vision was starting to darken. The blood loss was going to kill her soon. She didn't understand why Rip was taking her with him. He had the piece of the spear and now that they were clear of the ship and the other Legends there was no need to keep her alive. She'd served her purpose, so why was he still holding onto her.

They walked along the dirt path through the forest for what felt like hours, then again maybe it was just Sara passing in and out of consciousness. Rip was quiet the whole time. He just helped her limp along with one arm around her back and under her arm while the other firmly held the piece of the spear. She had thought about trying to over power him and taking the piece from him, but she was in too injured to pull it off. And even if she did she'd never make it back to the Waverider alive.

Finally they came to a stop and Sara lurched forwards, almost falling over until Rip pulled her back up to her feet. She pulled back the hand holding her chest to find it completely soaked in red, her cloths even worse. She could only imagine how the wound itself looked.

"Rip…what…what's happening?" Sarah asked, tired and out of breath.

"We're waiting for our ride," Rip answered. Sara frowned at him but then jumped, or she would have if she had the strength, when a swirling vortex of blue light opened up and two people jumped out. It took Sara a minute to recognise Eobard, her vision now half darkened from the loss of blood. Without the help of Rip there was no way she'd be standing. She tried to get a look at the person with Eobard but couldn't lift her head to get a look at their face.

"Excellent work, Rip," Eobard said as he clapped Rip's shoulder with a smug grin. "You got the piece of the spear," he said taking the splinter of wood from Rip as he continued. "And Ms. Sara Lance." He grabbed onto Sara's chin and lifted it up so that she could look into his heartless blue eyes. She wanted to kick him right in the manhood but only just had the strength to imagine the idea.

Eobard said something else but Sara didn't catch it. Her head dropped and everything was beginning to sound like she was underwater. She couldn't make out any of the words being said. All she knew was that Eobard was talking. The woman next to him started to grumble, moaning about what ever he was asking her to do.

Then through the blur that was her vision she saw Eobard lean over to what appeared to be a woman and whisper into her ear. The woman then let out laugh and turned towards Sara. The blurry face made her way towards her, saying something before ice cold hands touched her chest. Sara winced in pain, her features screwing up to stop herself from screaming. She felt her entire body tense up as the wound froze. Then everything went black and all she could feel was the cold hand on her injured chest.