A little disclaimer before reading...

Hey everyone!

So before you read this, and as the current seasons of all the DC TV shows have just started, I've made a few assumptions to write this:

1. Arrow, Flash, Supergirl and Legends have all defeated their current season Big Bads (of course)

2. The current couples of WestAllen and Olicity have officially married.

3. Black Siren is no longer on Earth-1, but actually back on Earth-2, after redeeming herself. (At least becoming an anti-hero instead of being a full out villain as she is currently.)

So hope you like it!

Episode 1: A Message from 2048

Star City, 2048

What remained of Star City burned bright in the night. All Connor could hear was the crackling of flames and the roar of Thanagarian ships. He clutched his side, hissing. He had managed to dodge a blast from one of their soldiers' blasters, but it still skimmed his side. Flipping onto his back, he looked beside him. Black Canary was motionless, her skin a mess of black and red.

He activated his comms. Static filled his ear, before it cleared.

"Connor. What's wrong? We lost contact-"

"Dawn. Initiate Flashpoint protocol."

"Okay. Where's Black Canary?"

Connor groaned. He couldn't think about her right now. If he did, he'd break down.

"Down. Do it now."

A Thanagarian ship circled down. Just barely, he could hear the heavy wingbeats of soldiers approaching.

A masked soldier approached him, raising a blaster. He grinned.

"The legendary Green Arrow. I guess I should be honoured."

Connor spat blood at his feet.

The blaster hummed to life, glowing blue. Connor stared dead center into its barrel. His shoulders relaxed.

"With you dead, the rest will fall quickly. Then the Earth will truly be ours." The soldier's gray wings flared with pride.

"Then you don't know anything about us. We will never give up."

"We'll see about that."

The blaster hummed louder. Connor looked to Black Canary. Her blue eyes no longer held that mischievous light in them. But he smiled as if she was still here. Still alive.

"See you soon."

And he closed his eyes.

….

Star City, 2018

"Found ten baddies in the warehouse," Felicity announced. She slid over to another computer, typing quickly. "The hostages are in the north end, in what appears to be a freezer."

The team was in the Glades. An enterprising gang had decided to capture loved ones of the City Council, to blackmail them to drop the piece of legislation they wanted to pass, increasing police presence in the Glades, as well as to increase regulations on illegal drugs. All part of the Mayor Queen's plans on cleaning up the city.

"Roger that, Overwatch. Engaging now," the Green Arrow answered.

While Felicity monitored comms in the Bunker, Team Arrow was spread around the perimeter. Wild Dog and Mr. Terrific were on the outermost edge, scanning for guards and anyone that tried to escape. Green Arrow, Spartan and Black Canary formed the inner ring of their offense.

Green Arrow lead at point, while Black Canary and Spartan flanked around him. His fingers flexed around his bow as he drew nearer. The first gang member whirled, raising his gun. Then he struck. With a quick maneuver, his attacker was on the ground, clutching his foot, a small arrowette poking through his boot.

He ducked as another attacked him from behind. His body went into automatic, blood humming as he struck him hard in the jaw, then shot down, knocking his legs from underneath him.

Black Canary's Canary Cry filled the chaos, three men flying into old shipping crates. Green Arrow pressed forward. Reaching for an arrow, he nocked them quickly and let them loose.

"I've found the freezer," Spartan said over the comms. "But the lock is rigged with some sort of explosive. If we open it, it'll take us and the hostages with it."

Mr. Terrific threw one of his T-spheres into the air, whispering a command before directing it away. It zipped through the air, barreling straight for Spartan. He cursed when the small sphere suddenly appeared, beeping cheerfully at him.

"Goddamn it, Terrific. What did I tell you about those things?"

"Sorry. Let me just link the feed to myself and Overwatch."

Terrific pulled out a small portable screen. Wild Dog kept guard, guns raised, as he studied the explosive. Terrific tapped a few commands. A template of the bomb' s design appeared beside the live feed.

"I've established an link from my T-sphere. I think we can hack it."

The team could hear Felicity's furious typing on the comm link. Spartan watched with widening eyes as the countdown accelerated.

"Uh oh. No no no."

"Overwatch!"

"I know! Just wait!"

"Can't really wait, Overwatch! We have ten seconds left!"

The bomb's display stopped its flashing, glowing a steady green. It was disabled. Either way, Green Arrow decided to still be wary. With a grenade arrow, he opened the door. The hostages were inside, curled into defensive positions, their eyes glinting like scared animals in the harsh light.

….

Connor watched as 52 News delivered its latest story; Green Arrow, Black Canary and his team had rescued hostages from the Glades. He looked over to his companion.

"BC, what you got?"

She walked over to him, straightening her glasses, tablet in hand. She pulled up the footage they had recorded of the team's daring rescue.

"We know how they work as a team. We need to see how they fight individually," she gestured to the Green Arrow easily taking care of one of the gang members. "We need to see how they fight no holds barred against a well-trained opponent."

"What about the twins? What have they said?"

"They're still want time to analyze them as well. So does that mean we should fight them individually? How are they going to trust us after that?"

"Don't worry about that. If they can't fight off us, they have no chance against the Thanagarians."

"Okay. Who first?"

They pulled up pictures of the team.

"I'm taking Oliver and Dinah. You take my dad, Rene and Curtis."

"Giving me more work?"

"You know how you love to fight."

She shrugged with a smile, knowing that wasn't truly the reason. "That's true. We'll have to take them at once, and separate them." She tapped her fingers on the bedspread. "Let's plan a robbery," she gave him that mischievous smile.

"Let's suit up."

…..

Now that the hostages were saved, the City Council was able to push their new Glades Protection Act, with approval from the Mayor.

Oliver sighed as he finally sat down in his office. It seemed all he did for the past, he didn't know how many hours, was walk around, and talk to people. First was rescuing the hostages, then drove with William to school, then came here, contacting all the relevant City Council members, and getting ready to push the new bill.

To be honest, his back hurt. And as a man who treated his body like a temple, he didn't like that he seemed to be victim as something as ordinary as back pain. His phone buzzed. He groaned. It was time to pick up his son from school. Pushing himself up, he pulled the door open just to have a small body ram straight into him, papers flying into the air.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry, Mr. Mayor! I am such a klutz."

The girl kneeled down, trying to gather all of her papers. He knelt as well, piling them neatly and handing them back.

"It's quite alright. Everyone has their clumsy days."

She smiled nervously, accepting the papers. She cast her eyes down while she gathered some outlying papers. Oliver narrowed his eyes at her. Something about her seemed familiar.

Her ashy dark blonde-brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and a pair of black-framed glasses was perched crookedly on her nose. She reminded him almost of Felicity, in the way that she dressed anyway. Maybe he was projecting his desire to have a quiet night with his wife onto this oddly familiar stranger.

The girl tapped the papers, giving him an apologetic smile. Her blue eyes twinkled almost mischievously at him. But before he could remark on anything, she scurried away, and disappeared. Before he left, he peeked around the corner, to see if he could find the eerily familiar girl. But she disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

…

Central City, 2018

Dawn smiled as she inhaled the delicious smell of her coffee. Even though it was only 2018, it seemed that Jitters was always the same.

Though they had a less extensive menu. But they had at least the Flash espresso. Though she would have been happier to have a Tornado Twin coffee.

Don glared at her over the rim of his mug. Black coffee, no milk and no sugar. No nonsense, just like Don himself. Whereas Dawn, well she liked a little excitement in her drinks.

"You know we have business to tend to. We need to test Team Flash."

Dawn waved a hand. "And we will, you worry-wart. Just let me enjoy my coffee."

"Do you forget how important our mission is? If they can't fight us-"

"Then they have no chance of fighting the Thanagarians, I know. Believe me, brother, I have not forgotten. I'm just enjoying the fact that the city is intact, and you know, not rubble. Its nice not seeing burned bodies lying the street, or wondering who is dead, or having all the memories of when all of our teammates died, but we went back in time to erase it to save everyone."

Don sighed. "Sorry, Dawn."

Dawn ran a hand through her hair. "It's okay. Its just, this is our last chance. If we can't defeat them with their help, then I don't know what we're going to do. They'll find out that we've been time-traveling."

The hub-bub of Jitters quieted as someone turned up the news. The Flash was running after some Samuroids, causing chaos in the streets. If she knew her history right, this was after the Flash defeated the Thinker, so someone must have gotten ahold of his android designs. Kid Flash was also there, moving cars and pedestrians out of the way.

The twins looked at each other. And were off in an instant, papers flying up in their wake. A handful of coins appeared on the counter as a tip in a whoosh of wind and purple lightning.

Don scaled the buildings on one side, while Dawn took the other. They jumped rooftop to rooftop, pushing hard until they could keep pace with the Flash. The Samuroids aimed explosion after explosion at the fleeing public. Even Wally West wasn't fast enough to move them out of the way.

"We have to help," Dawn said through their comm link. They had changed into their suits on the way there.

"Okay, we'll split up. You monitor and help Kid Flash. I'll take Flash."

"'Kay."

Don zipped off in a streak of gray and purple. Dawn took a deep breath, and ran down the side of the building. The power of the Speed Force sparked in her veins, making her smile. There was no feeling like this in the world.

She moved as many people as possible. Soon enough, her and Wally's speed trails were overlapping and she knew he noticed her presence.

Both speedsters stopped.

Kid Flash stared at her. "Who are you?"

She took a moment, just to stare at him. Uncle Wally, still with that bright gleam in his eyes. Alive. In his young days. They were around the same age now.

She just smiled. Before she could say anything, a Samuroid swooped close, raising its sword. She immediately ran in circles, running until she felt the lightning practically bursting from her. A bolt of purple lightning arced from her. It collided with the android. It fell to the ground, lifeless.

Dawn saluted to Kid Flash. And disappeared with a snap of purple lightning.

Shaking his head, Kid Flash tapped into his comms. "Flash, how you doing with those Samuroids?"

"They're taken care of. A little too easily."

"Yeah. Same here. Well with the help of another speedster. One with purple lightning."

Silence filled the other end. "Let's go back to STAR Labs."

…

STAR Labs.

Barry leaned against the table, leaning over the monitor displays. The news was replaying footage of the attack of Samuroids. He spotted one of the purple and gray streaks, helping Wally clear civilians from the street. He paused it. There was another as well, running alongside him, taking out some of the Samuroids as he chased them out of the city.

"Two speedsters. With purple lightning."

Cisco sucked on his lollipop thoughtfully. "The only speedster that I know of that has purple lightning is the Earth-19 Flash. Gypsy told me about him."

"But there's two of them. Do you think one of them could be him?"

"Well one of them is a girl. Around early twenties," Wally said. "Maybe there's another speedster on Earth-19 that helps him?"

"I'll go contact her," Cisco said, heading to the pipeline.

"So, are we going to try to hunt them down or what? Seems like they're good guys," Wally frowned.

Barry tapped his fingers along the desk. "Either way, we need to find out why they're here. Two speedsters could spell a lot of trouble."

"Maybe even double trouble."

Team Flash whipped around to find two speedsters in gray-silver suits, with purple accents. A lightning crest adorned each of their chests. Neither of them wore cowls, but wore masks.

The female speedster smiled almost sheepishly. She lifted a hand. "Hey. Sorry couldn't help it."

The male speedster gave her a raised eyebrow. He crossed his arms, and gave them a level smirk. First he stared at Wally. Then Iris. Then finally on Barry. Something flickered in his eyes.

"Catch us if you can," he challenged. He disappeared with a whoosh.

The girl winked, giving them a shrug. She disappeared as well.

Barry looked to Wally. Pulling on their cowls, they raced after them.

…

Star City 2018

Oliver put his feet up on the table. His back sighed in relief as the soft cushions cradled the sore area near his tailbone. William was working on homework in his room; he had given him a muffled greeting around a mouthful of food when he had gotten home. Soon after, Felicity also arrived.

"Hey," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pulled her close for a moment, giving her a peck on the lips.

"Hey yourself."

She extracted herself from his arms to quickly stop by the kitchen, grabbing a snack.

"Busy day?"

Felicity groaned. "You have no idea. Meetings all day. I have a feeling the Mayor was the same."

"Oh yes. My back is aching."

Both of their phones beeped. They pulled out their phones.

"A robbery in progress. At a Kord Industries warehouse. Possible metahuman activity."

"Alright, let's go."

Later, the team was mobile. They spread out along the floor.

"Any activity?" Green Arrow asked.

The team confirmed that the floor was clear.

"That's strange. A robbery but there's no one here?" Wild Dog muttered.

"Seems like a setup. Overwatch, have anything on the cameras?"

"Nothing. All I've been doing is watching you go in circles. Wait a minute. I think the cameras have been hacked to repeat the same footage. I'll try to-"

And then she was cut off.

"Overwatch?"

Nothing. Green Arrow then tried to contact the other members of the team. Nothing. Their comms were out.

While the team tried to circle to meet up, Wild Dog muttered curses under his breath. He wanted to punch some faces. This whole robbery just seemed messed up.

"So you're Wild Dog."

Wild Dog looked up, just to be forced to the ground, a lithe small body colliding into him from above. He managed to push her off. He scrambled for his gun. But it wasn't there. He must have lost it in the fall. Shit.

"Looking for this?"

He whirled again, finding his attacker. He tilted his head in almost surprise. It was a girl. She was dressed like a vigilante. A black domino mask framed her blue eyes. She wore a black armoured jacket, with accents of golden yellow around the shoulders and on the front. Knives and small arrowettes were strapped to her legs. A black choker encircled her throat.

She tossed aside the gun.

"So can you fight? Or do you just shoot at whatever moves?"

"Why don't you find out lady?"

She grinned. Wild Dog smirked under his mask. This small thing, he could take her. Just by body size alone.

He attacked.

That grin just widened.

….

Mr. Terrific wandered the aisles. He tried to hack into the system with his T-spheres, but there was some kind of dampener or blocker preventing him. The entire system was down.

Maybe if he stayed in one spot, it would increase the chances that someone would cross his path. So he rested at a corner.

Just as Wild Dog came flying through another aisle, sliding into his feet. He raised his T-spheres, looking for the attacker.

A young woman followed soon after, arms clasped behind her back. She whistled nonchalantly. Mr. Terrific didn't hesitate. He threw the T-spheres.

The girl whistled a sharp note that seemed to drive a pick through Mr. Terrific's brain. The T-spheres sputtered, before falling uselessly to the ground.

"Oh no."

"Sorry, buddy," the girl said. "But I need to see how you fight."

…..

An arrow impaled itself in the shelving just above Black Canary's head. Whirling, she found a familiar green hooded figure standing behind her. But this Green Arrow was different. He was leaner, and taller. Not Oliver.

She geared up to release a Cry. But something invisible seemed to have a stranglehold on her ability. She raised a hand to her throat.

The Green Arrow copycat raised his bow, another arrow poised to fly.

….

Felicity growled in frustration as she typed furiously. She had re-established the camera feed. Seemed that whoever hacked it mimicked her style, although it was a little on the sloppy side.

But on re-establishing the comms, that was proving to be even more frustrating.

So all she could do was watch helplessly, as two vigilantes took on the entire team; a Green Arrow copycat, and perhaps a Black Canary copycat, though the costume was different.

Both Wild Dog and Mr. Terrific were down, tied up or knocked out. The girl that had fought them had handled them with ease, like she was fighting low level street thugs. The copycat Green Arrow was currently fighting Black Canary.

The young woman was currently hunting Spartan. And then there was Green Arrow. He had just found Wild Dog and Mr. Terrific.

She kept on her efforts on re-establishing the comm link. Beknownst to her, on another monitor, two messages flashed in red. One from Team Flash. And the other from Team Legends.

…..

Green Arrow tried the comms again. This time, there was a bit of static but he could hear Felicity's frustrated voice fighting to become push through it.

"Green Arrow, you're being attacked by another Green Arrow and Black Canary. I think."

"What? How is that possible?"

"Felicity is right, Oliver."

He whirled. Behind him was another Green Arrow. But the suit had a few different touches, made for a leaner, taller body.

"What have you done to my team?" he growled.

"Don't worry, we haven't killed anyone. We needed to see your fighting capabilities."

"Why?"

"To make sure you were ready for what's to come."

Before Oliver could ask what was coming, the other Green Arrow attacked. As they exchanged blows, Oliver analyzed his fighting style. Military efficiency, but ready to react. Great fighter, highly skilled, he had to admit.

Their fight traveled along the aisle, until they were in the middle of an intersection. The other Green Arrow grabbed him by the strap of his quiver and shoved him into some shelving. Oliver quickly reacted, kicking him squarely in the chest. Reaching for an arrow, he let it loose. The arrowhead released, tying the other Green Arrow to the shelf.

He aimed another at the copycat.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "Where is your partner?"

A shrill sonic cry filled the air. Spartan nearly slammed into him, flying through the air until landing hard on the floor. A few yards away, was a slight girl, also in vigilante gear. She stared at him for a moment before looking to the other Green Arrow.

"Need to be rescued?"

The cables restraining the other Green Arrow dropped with a tinny rattle. "No thanks. I got this."

"Green Arrow, I just got a message from Team Flash and Team Legends. We need to meet up. Bring the Green Arrow and Black Canary to the Bunker," Felicity's voice suddenly was clear in his ear.

…

Since the future heroes knew who they were, Team Arrow took off their masks. Green Arrow and Black Canary from 2048 also took off their masks.

Both of them looked oddly familiar, like looking at a half-forgotten memory. Oliver did recognize the Black Canary girl though from their encounter in the hallway. It was awkwardly quiet as they all gathered at the table in the corner of the Bunker. Both of the future heroes seemed to be staring at them with sad fascination.

Felicity cleared her throat. "So why are you guys here?"

"We need your help to save the future. And its all your fault," the Green Arrow said.