Author's Note: I never intended to write a second chapter to this but somehow ended up doing so.
Hope you enjoy.

Sitting on the bridge, Rip stared out at the swirling colours of the time stream enjoying the peace and being at home at last.

"You reprogrammed me to ignore you?" the quiet was shattered by Gideon's angry voice.

Rip sighed. He knew she'd be upset with him. Turning he saw the human form of his best friend standing before him. Her arms folded while she frowned at him.

"I'm guessing I'm sedated just now," Rip said, mostly to avoid answering her question but also because he was curious.

"Your injuries mean it is safer to heal you this way," Gideon replied sharply, "Your wellbeing overrules your aversion to sedation."

Rip grimaced at her reply, "I am sorry, Gideon. I'm sorry that I had to make you ignore me but it was necessary."

"Necessary to make sure that I could not recognise your presence?" she demanded, "If Miss Lance had not managed to rouse you to remove the override you would have died."

Rip caught the lack of title for Sara, at least he wasn't the only one in Gideon's bad graces, "I know."

"Do you not trust me?" she asked sadly.

Rip moved and rested his hands on her arms, "You know I trust you more than anyone," he tilted her head up so their eyes locked, "But tell me honestly if you had known the truth when Sara 'sold me out' to the Bureau, knowing I could possibly end up in my current condition. Would you have allowed me to be taken?"

Gideon dropped her eyes from his and Rip smiled slightly before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug, "That's why I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to have to make that choice."

"Captain, you could have died," Gideon whispered.

He sighed softly, "I know but I'm safe, I'm here and I promise I will never re-programme you to ignore me again."

"I will hold you to that," Gideon told him making Rip chuckle slightly; "It will take some time to heal you fully. You will be under my care for at least a week."

Rip shrugged, "I'm always under your care."

Sara carried her coffee back into the medical bay taking over from Ray at Rip's bedside. The others had not been happy when Sara revealed that she and Rip had been working together and lying to the team for nearly a year. Thankfully, once they were given the reasons, they understood why they were kept in the dark. Although Gideon kept referring to her as Miss Lance meaning she was definitely not happy at the moment.

A moan coming from the patient made her turn to him, "Rip? Rip, can you hear me?"

"Sara," he murmured, his eyes opening slowly to look at her.

She smiled down at him, "How're you feeling?"

"Like I was bounced off a wall several times," he sighed.

"Well, Gideon says you'll be fine," Sara told him, "But will have to remain in here for about a week."

"She told me," Rip replied softly, his eyes closing.

Sara frowned confused but since he was unconscious again she didn't get a chance to ask.

"Gideon," she called, "Let me know once he's awake again."

"Of course, Miss Lance," Gideon replied.

Sara sighed, "And I am really, really sorry I lied to you."

x

Rip was sitting eating a bowl of soup when Sara walked in to the medical bay, it had been three days since they'd rescued him and he'd spent most of his time unconscious while Gideon healed the injuries he'd received from Darhk.

"Please tell me you brought me some tea?" Rip begged when she placed a mug on the table before sitting next to him.

"Sorry," Sara shrugged, "Gideon has said you're only allowed water or milk at the moment. And I am not getting on her bad side just now."

Rip nodded in understanding, "I know the feeling."

"You are a complete lunatic," Sara told him suddenly, "Putting yourself in that situation. You could have died, Rip. If we had been any later you would have."

Rubbing his eyes Rip sighed, "I had no other choice, Sara. You know that. It was the only plan we had. I couldn't just give Darhk the information or he wouldn't believe it. He needed to think he'd broken me."

"How's the patient?" Ray interrupted them walking in with a bowl in his hand.

Rip frowned, "Do I want to know what that is?"

"Gideon special for dessert," Ray said placing it on the tray, revealing the bland rice pudding.

"You are to eat all of it," Gideon stated, "It has the nutrients you require."

Glancing upwards Rip sighed, "Could you not make it something appetising?"

"No."

At the short reply Rip sighed again getting a sympathetic look from Sara.

"Gideon, you've made your point," Rip stated, "You cannot remain angry with me indefinitely."

The silent reply he received made him groan so he began to eat the bland offering to appease her.

Sara placed the mug of tea on the table in front of Rip who had finally been released from the med-bay that morning with orders to take things easy.

"Alright," she stated as everyone gathered in the galley, "You all have questions about what happened and, now Rip is conscious for more than an hour at a time, we will answer them."

Taking a seat with her coffee Sara waited as they all looked at one another deciding who would start.

"You said you got the security badge from an agent you met in a bar and took it the next morning," Ray started, "Did you two..."

Rip and Sara gave him a disgusted look.

"I gave her it," Rip noted before rolling his eyes, "Did you really think my security would be that lax a missing pass would allow anyone access even an hour after it was lost? Ray, do you remember what I said to you after you lost the bit of your suit in the 1970s?"

Ray grimaced, "I suppose you're right."

"Not to mention how easy it was for us to steal the ship," Sara chuckled, "Among other things."

"You let me steal your stuff?" Mick demanded from his corner with a growl.

Rip shrugged, "I knew you would need it. Plus the tracker for me was on the Courier and Sara needed that."

They all nodded.

"You owe me for that," Rip reminded Sara.

Sara grimaced, "Yeah, fine. Thanks, Mick."

"So," Amaya said softly, "What now?"

Rip shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"We'll work it out," Sara smiled, she rested her hand on his shoulder, "Welcome home."