AUTHOR'S NOTE: And now we come to the end of this adventure. Parts of this have been written for months; the trick was stringing them together.

Many thanks to Jael for risking her dental health to beta this! Consider yoursef warned: Much fluff ahead!

Someone had left a set of metal chairs and a table on a patio just outside the studio doors. Maybe it had been a lunch spot for the station's employees once upon a time. Maybe it would be again someday.

For now, it was a perfect sun deck for Ray Terrill. He slouched on one chair with his feet propped on another, his shirt wadded up and placed behind his head as a pillow while he basked in the sunlight.

"Now that's the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long, long time," drawled a familiar voice.

Ray smiled and opened one eye to see Leo grinning down at him. "Oh, really? I heard that crack you made about the Almond Joys."

Leo's grin faded a little. "Well, I-"

Ray chuckled and sat up, pulling his feet off the opposite chair and motioning to Leo to take it. "Leo, after all this time, don't you think that I know when you're teasing?"

"I guess," Leo answered as he sat down. "But I'd still like to make it up to you. Got some news. General Schott is promoting you back to commander."

"So you don't outrank me any more?" Ray asked, and pouted. "But it was so sexy when you were ordering me around…"

"Ray…"

Leo was taking this far too seriously. Ray shook his head. "Leo, I think you were on Earth-1 too long. You don't seem to know when I'm teasing you!"

"I was gone too long," Leo admitted softly. "But it was also just long enough for Sara to teach me something important about missed opportunities."

Ray's smile softened. "Is this all that business about pots and kettles?" he asked, and when the other man's expression turned slightly guilty, he said, "It's okay, Leo. I'm pretty sure I've figured that one out. And… let's just say we're even. Okay?"

Leo let out a relieved sigh and nodded. "Okay. In fact, we're even in more ways than one, now that you've been re-promoted to the same rank as me. That makes it a little less awkward for me to do this," he said, and leaned forward to grasp Ray's hands in his.

Leo's hands were trembling. But… Leo's hands never trembled. Ray watched him, wide-eyed, as Leo drew in a deep breath, then let it out.

"Ray, we have fought together, we've bled together, and we've nearly died together," he said quietly. "Now that this war is finally, finally over, I want us to live together, for the rest of our lives."

He paused and took another breath, looking down at their joined hands and then sliding off the chair to his knees. He met Ray's eyes again and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Leo had one particular expression that he knew Ray could never refuse. He wasn't using it now. Instead, he looked more vulnerable than Ray had ever seen him, and Ray just melted at the sight.

"Yes," he answered, his voice as quiet as Leo's had been. Then he laughed and repeated, "Yes!" while leaning forward to kiss Leo, whose smile was as bright as the sunlight pouring down on them.

No more missed opportunities for either of them.

It didn't take long for Schott's people, with some help from Palmer, to restore communications to Coast and Gateway cities. In fact, it took Palmer longer to explain what they were doing than to actually do it.

He might still be explaining if al Ghul's stare hadn't cowed him into awkward silence.

Schott wasn't sure why Palmer thought he or al Ghul would actually understand all that technobabble. Or why Palmer thought they'd care. What they cared about were the reports being given by al Ghul's daughters on the two big monitors.

"The liberated prisoners are getting food and medical aid. And the remaining Reichsmen are now… guests… in their own prison camp," Talia al Ghul said, smirking.

"Hoist with their own petard," al Ghul said with a smirk of his own. "Well done. General Schott will decide what is to be done with them."

The woman nodded. "We will await his instructions," she said. Her screen went dark, and al Ghul turned to the other one.

"Nyssa, what of Gateway City?"

"The situation here is a little more dire, Father. The Reichsmen contaminated the water supply before we could subdue them," Nyssa reported. "They have all been captured, but the city is now uninhabitable."

"They poisoned the wells," Heywood said. "It's an old-fashioned revenge tactic. Like salting the earth to ruin farmland."

"We are organizing an evacuation, but where should we take them?" Nyssa asked.

"Bring them here," answered another voice. Captain Lance climbed the stairs to join them on the viewing platform. She had her Snart's black leather jacket on, covering the scanty bikini she'd been fighting in earlier. Snart himself was close behind her.

"I don't know if we have the resources-" Schott began.

Palmer interrupted him. "Sure you do. All the resources you need."

Schott stared at him for a moment, until Lance gently reminded him, "Remember that late Christmas present we brought you?"

"The replicator. Of course!" Schott shook his head. "Sorry, don't know why I forgot-"

"A lot's happened in the past 24 hours, General," Snart said. "A two-front battle against invading Nazis, Raymond's giant robot act, all of us nearly getting executed on live television… no wonder something fell through the cracks."

Schott snorted. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cold." He looked back up at the Gateway City monitor. "Ms. al Ghul, how long will it take you to get your refugees here?"

Nyssa looked offscreen and said something in Arabic. After getting a response, she said, "Expect us in four days, General."

"We can have the first replicator up and running, and get your people started on building more right away," Palmer offered. "Zari can help me with it, Captain."

"All right," Sara agreed. "And make sure she gets her leg looked at."

"Thank you, Captain Lance," Schott said as Palmer left the platform. He looked back up at the screen. "Ms. al Ghul, we'll be ready for you when you get here."

Nyssa bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement. Then her focus shifted. "Captain Sara Lance of Earth-1."

This Nyssa had terrible scars on her face and throat. But she also had the same melting brown eyes Sara had fallen into after her own Nyssa had rescued her, all those years ago.

Nyssa tilted her head just a little. "You look exactly like my Sara, but you are not like her. You are a better fighter than she ever got to be."

"Your Sara never got a second tour with the League."

Nyssa nodded in agreement. "That is true. But I can see another difference. My Sara was more hotheaded and impulsive. It is what got her captured and killed. And it is why I have these," she said, touching one of her scars. "But it seems you are much better than she was at understanding strategy. And you have learned to simply be more careful."

Sara shrugged slightly. "I guess dying and getting resurrected will do that to you."

Nyssa's eyebrows went up. "Indeed? Intriguing."

"I don't know. My Nyssa wasn't too happy about it at first," Sara answered. "She destroyed the Lazarus Pit because of it."

"Your version of me let her do that?" Ra's asked.

Sara paused, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell this honorable man about how his counterpart had twisted the League on her Earth before dying at Oliver's hand. "It's a very, very long story."

"Perhaps you can share it with me," Nyssa said. "Will you still be there when we arrive?"

Sara paused again, thinking, then shook her head. "Four days… I'd like to, but we can't. We left some very important business behind on our Earth, and we need to get back to it, once we've got the replicators up and running."

"A sense of responsibility," Nyssa replied. "Another difference from my Sara, I think. You have grown up. She never got the chance to."

Nyssa sighed, tilting her head again. "I think perhaps it is for the best that you will not be there. You are so like, and yet unlike, that I think it will be… painful to meet you in the flesh right now. I know that does not make much sense-"

Sara chuckled, thinking of how she'd kissed Leo in the Waverider's library when he pushed her to open that box and release her long-hidden grief over Leonard. "Oh, I understand. Better than you know."

Nyssa smiled at that. "Then it seems to me, Captain Sara Lance, that you are an amazing woman on any Earth. Perhaps we will meet someday, and you can tell me that long story. Until then - safe journey." Nyssa's gaze shifted to Ra's. "Father, I will see you in four days."

"Safe journey, my daughter. I am proud of you," Ra's answered. The screen went dark, and he turned to Sara. "So, Ta-er al-Sahfer, is this 'long story' something I should hear?"

Sara smiled, shaking her head again. "All you need to know is that you're a better man than my Ra's turned out to be."

"Even though I lead a league of killers?" he returned as they walked down the steps off the platform.

"They seem more like a league of soldiers to me. Soldiers using 500-year-old weapons, but still… soldiers," Schott said. "And a man who'll lead others in battle to avenge his daughter doesn't seem all that bad to me."

Ra's smiled slightly. "If it was only a matter of avenging Nyssa's injuries and Sara's death, I would have acted on my own and would not have involved the League."

"So it wasn't just personal," Leonard said, an observation more than a question.

"No, it was not," Ra's agreed. They were crossing the studio floor, toward where the two Nazi leaders and their demented game show host were now bound with the same handcuffs that had been used on the Resistance leaders earlier. Mick and Amaya were among the several guards watching them. Sara blinked in surprise when she recognized another of those guards; it was the show producer, now looking smug rather than harried.

And carrying a large… frying pan?

She raised her eyebrows and got an answering smirk from Mick. With a smile, she turned her focus back to Ra's, who was saying, "Men like these always need someone to conquer. It was only a matter of time before my people would be termed 'undesirables' and become targets."

"Haters gonna hate," Nate interjected.

"Are you quoting Taylor Swift?" Leonard asked incredulously.

Sara huffed, rolled her eyes, and motioned for Ra's to continue.

"While we are skilled in the art of killing, we do not have the means to withstand the technologies available to the Reich. At best, they would have put us under siege in Nanda Parbat and starved us. Our birthplace would become our tomb. I did not take the Demon's Head to rule over the end of the League," Ra's finished as they stopped in front of the prisoners.

"So, what now?" Schott asked.

"As I told my daughter Talia, we will hand the Reich forces over to your justice. Starting with these three," Ra's said, waving a hand toward the captives.

Jesse fell to his knees in front of them. "Mercy, please please please! They made me do it!" he cried, jerking his head back toward the two Sturmbannführers. "I never wanted to do all those things… they made me do it!"

"Come off it, Jesse, we all know better!" the producer said, brandishing his frying pan. Jesse cowered.

The Earth-X version of her father cleared his throat and stood up. "Get a hold of yourself, man. The groveling is disgusting," he said, giving Jesse a kick and getting a howl of pain from the little man. Lance turned to Schott, his pose ramrod straight. "I ask that I be allowed to choose the method of my execution," he said, while Jesse whimpered at his feet.

"Execution?" Schott snorted. "Without trial? What do you think we are? Nazis?"

Sara choked back a laugh while Snart growled, "They're weak! They don't have the guts to give us a clean death."

Schott didn't take the bait. "You will be taken to Slabside Prison to await trial as war criminals. And as to your punishment-"

"General, may I make a suggestion?" Ra's interjected. When Schott nodded at him, he said, "It is written, 'When one treats people with benevolence, justice, and righteousness, and reposes confidence in them, the army will be united in mind and all will be happy to serve their leaders.'"

"Sun Tzu again," Sara murmured, while Mick asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Amaya chuckled. "It means you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." When Mick stared at her, still looking puzzled, she went on, "Give them a fair trial and the people who feared leaving the Reich will see there's nothing to fear."

Mick frowned thoughtfully. "So… don't kill 'em?"

Jesse suddenly stopped whimpering. "Right, that's right! Don't kill us! Don't kill us!" He cringed and drew back as the producer stepped closer with his frying pan.

Sara nodded. "As tempting as it would be to take revenge, sometimes life is a better punishment than death, General. Let them live to see the new world you build," she told Schott.

"A world where everyone is equal, no matter what their color or religion, and where strength is for aiding the weak," he mused, getting disgusted grunts from Lance and Snart. "Cold? One of them's your dad."

"He's Leo's dad," Leonard corrected. "But I think I can speak for him, and I like Sara's thinking here. And who knows? They might wind up becoming better men," he added. He shot a speaking look at Mick, who nodded back to him.

"'The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.' Marcus Aurelius," Nate said. "You did have Marcus Aurelius here, right?"

"I prefer the wisdom of Sun Tzu," Ra's said. "'It is easy to love your friend, but sometimes the hardest lesson to learn is to love your enemy.'"

Snart let out a disdainful laugh. "You think you're better men. Love your enemy. Pah! You're all simpering, weak cowards-"

From the corner of her eye, Sara saw Leonard draw his cold gun from his holster. Once it was free, he hit Snart on the side of the head, knocking him unconscious again. Jesse barely managed to scramble out of the way as the older man fell.

Leonard smiled in satisfaction as he re-holstered the gun. "That's what we call 'tough love' back home."

"It seems… effective," Ra's observed. "General, my people can bring the prisoners to your facility." He took Lance by the arm. "I will see to this one personally," he said. After giving Sara a nod, he escorted the Nazi away.

Schott blew out a sigh. "Places for the refugees, staffing up Slabside, putting together a war crimes tribunal, setting up a provisional government..." he said, ticking the items off on his fingers. He sighed again. "And I thought running a war was hard work!"

"Peace can be even harder, General," Nate said.

Schott nodded and said, "I want to pick your brains a bit before you go back to Earth-1, Heywood. But in the meantime, can you folks help with…" He indicated the unconscious Snart and the still-cringing Jesse.

"Of course, General," Sara said. Schott nodded to her and strode off, still ticking tasks off on his fingers. Sara turned to her team. "Okay, guys, I need-"

Leonard interrupted with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You need to let your team handle it, Captain. Zari's not the only one who needs to have an injury checked."

Sara rolled her eyes. "I told you, they're just scratches."

The others exchanged amused glances. "Untreated scratches can get infected," Amaya pointed out in a light tone.

Nate nodded and added, "And those infections can be very serious. Abraham Lincoln II died of septicaemia from an infected carbuncle."

Sara blinked and stared at him. "You're making that up."

Nate laid his hand over his heart. "I'm not. Historian's honor! You can look it up."

Amaya chuckled, shaking her head. "Sara, go get some rest. We've got this."

"Besides, I always wanted to see what Slabside Prison looks like," Mick added. "Never know when we might have to break out of it!"

He winked at Leonard, then nudged Nate. "C'mon, Pretty. Help me get this guy's fat petard over to the transport," he said, and bent to grab one of Snart's arms.

Nate hesitated. "Mick, a petard isn't-"

"Less talking, more lifting!" Mick barked. Nate rolled his eyes and grabbed Snart's other arm so the two of them could start dragging him across the floor.

Amaya exchanged an amused look with Sara. "I'll keep an eye on them, Sara," she promised, taking hold of Jesse by one arm to haul him up off the floor. Jesse began to gibber at her, but subsided when the producer shook the frying pan at him again.

Satisfied with Jesse's compliance, the producer told Sara, "There's a first aid kit in the green room, right next door to the dressing room where they had you change." He pointed to a set of doors on the other side of the studio. "Just through those doors and down the hall to your right."

"Thanks, I remember," Sara said. The man nodded to her and helped Amaya march Jesse off.

Leonard was watching Mick and Nate drag Snart. She nudged him slightly, drawing his attention. "That must have been hard, telling them to let him live."

"Yeah, but… it would've been harder for Leo to tell them to let him die," he replied as they started toward the doors.

She looked sidelong at him. "So you made the choice for him."

He sighed. "Leo isn't like me, Sara. Killing Lewis in the heat of battle would have been one thing, but…"

"But watching him get put to death is something very different," Sara finished. "And you're right. Leo isn't like us. But you only met him yesterday. How did you know?"

"How do you think?" Leonard snorted. "His literal Ray of sunshine couldn't stop talking about him. 'Hero' is definitely on Leo's resume. But… it was more than that. Ray also told me about himself, and..."

He paused, considering his next words. "I've been in a few hellholes in my time, Sara, but this place was easily the worst. Despite that, despite everything the Nazis have done, despite everything the Resistance has lost, Ray Terrill is still an optimist and an idealist. That's rare enough in our world. This place needs it, and I didn't want anything to ruin it."

She smiled slightly. "You were protecting him. Them. Leonard, that was… sweet."

"I am not sweet, Assassin," he growled, stopping suddenly and pulling her in for a kiss that was anything but sweet. Demanding, possessive, just this side of rough - but she'd also seen the slight gleam of humor in his eyes before their lips met.

She grinned when he pulled back. "That's your story, Crook. But I'm not buying it."

"No?" When she shook her head, still grinning, he smiled back and said, "Maybe we can find a quiet spot where I can work on my sales pitch. You think there's a lock on that green room door?"

She raised up on her toes to kiss him again. "Let's go find out."

Hand in hand, they made their way toward the studio door. But halfway there, they both stopped at the sight of a little girl curled up in a pile of black stage draperies. Talia sighed in her sleep and rolled from her side to her back.

"Somebody needs to-" Sara began, looking back the way they'd come. But the Resistance fighters, assassins and Legends all seemed to be busy with something or other.

"I think 'somebody' is us, Sara," Leonard said, kneeling next to the girl. "C'mon, Squirt. This is no place for a nap," he said quietly as he lifted her gently. Talia sighed again and shifted her head against Leonard's shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow at Sara's smirk. "What?"

"You're never going to convince me that you're not sweet."

He sighed and started walking toward the studio door. "Just… don't tell anyone else." He paused for a beat, then added, "Especially not Raymond."

She chuckled as she walked beside him. "This'll stay between me and you."

For the second time in as many days, Leonard found himself at the edge of a party. But it was different this time. This wasn't just letting off steam between mop-up operations. With the Reich's remaining leadership - such as it was - now utterly defeated, the people of the Resistance were having a real celebration.

One that included, to his amusement, the two Rays attempting to teach them the Macarena.

He was distracted from that entertainment by Leo's arrival with a bottle of Scotch and a pair of glasses. "Zari and Red are trying to turn one of our computers into something called a 'karaoke machine.' From what Ray tells me about those contraptions, I think we're going to need a lot of liquor," Leo said, smiling. "What do you say to a little more of Queen's stash?"

No attempt to push him into the too-crowded-for-his-taste middle of things. Grateful for that, Leonard nodded, Leo poured, and the two men settled back to watch the festivities.

True to his word, Schott was talking with Heywood, trying to wring details out of the historian. Sara and Amaya were dancing with Talia and her fuzzy blue doll, while Raymond tried to drag Mick into the dance, getting a growl that was more bark than bite.

Leonard cast a few oblique glances Leo's way through all of this, marveling at the other man's simple joy in everything going on around him.

Leo noticed the glances and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

Leonard smirked slightly as he set his glass down. "Just a little… how did you put it? Freaked out… over seeing my face smiling like that."

Leo laughed. "You haven't seen the way you look at Sara. Or Mick. Or even your Ray." He shook his finger at Leonard's scowl. "You may pretend that Raymond Palmer irritates the crap out of you, but you actually like the guy." He took another swallow of his Scotch. "I'd say your secret's safe with me, but like I said - you haven't seen the way you look at them."

Now it was Leonard's turn to raise an eyebrow as he poured himself another drink. "And just how do I look at them?"

Leo's smile softened. "Like you've found your way home," he answered. "And I don't just mean Earth-1. You've found your way back to the people you love."

"Thanks for watching out for him."

Sara smiled up at Ray Terrill, who had snagged her for a dance when the music changed to something slower. "Right back at you," she replied. "Knowing Leonard, I have a feeling you had a harder time of it than I did."

He chuckled, then his expression turned more serious. "Listen, Sara, I wanted to ask a favor."

"Name it."

He reached into his jacket and drew out a small envelope. "Would you get this to my parents in Tulsa?"

Sara's smile softened. "Of course."

She reached to take it, but he held it back just a little. "I should warn you - they think I'm dead."

Sara chuckled. "Been there, Ray. Twice. I get it."

Terrill nodded slightly. "But that's not all. Um… they don't know that I'm gay."

"Been there, too," she answered, laying a hand on his chest as they continued to sway together. "You sure you don't want to just go home and talk to them?"

He shrugged a little in concession. "I will, when things are a little more settled. I can't just run out on this place yet. But I don't want to leave my parents in the dark, either. And before I do go home, I want them to know…" He trailed off uncertainly.

"You want them to know you're bringing home your boyfriend," Sara finished for him.

"Fiance," he corrected, handing her the envelope.

Sara nodded. "Right. Congratulations again."

A bright smile this time. Leonard was right; Ray Terrill was a literal ray of sunshine. "Thanks. I figure it's better to give them a warning instead of just springing it on them that they're going to be in-laws… and grandparents."

Sara stopped and stared at him while his smile got even brighter. "We're adopting Talia," he explained as Leo and Leonard joined them on the dance floor.

Her eyes widened. "That's… a bold move!" she finally stammered while Terrill stepped back.

Leo grinned, dropping an arm around his boyfriend's… fiance's shoulders. "It is. But we thought it was time for…" He paused, considering his words.

"A new adventure?" Sara asked as Leonard stretched his own arm across her shoulders.

"A new adventure," Leo agreed.

"I kind of like the sound of that," Sara said, looking up at Leonard. "What do you think?"

Before Leonard could answer, the music changed again, and the two of them laughed as some familiar chords echoed through the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her team smiling at them. Mick wore the biggest grin; unsurprising, since he knew the story that went with this particular song.

"I think we never quite finished our last adventure," Leonard drawled, turning to face her.

She raised a quizzical eyebrow. "We did beat Savage."

"Not that that one, Assassin. I'm talking about finding out what the future holds for me and you." He held a hand out to her. "Wanna dance, Sara?"

She smiled and moved into his arms. As they swayed to the Captain and Tennille, she decided it didn't matter whether this was the start of a new adventure or just a continuation of the old one.

All that mattered was that they were together.

Three replicators were now up and running (with hangover pills being their most popular product) when Sara's team gathered to return home the next morning. A small crowd had gathered to bid them farewell, including Schott and the Freedom Fighters.

Leo drew his cold gun from its holster and presented it to Leonard, who blinked in surprise. "Take it," Leo urged. "I don't know how effective ice grenades will be against a demon, but…"

"I'll let you know," Leonard answered, taking the gun to examine and… caress it. Sara smirked at the sight. Boys and their toys.

Leo turned to Mick as if to hug him, but restrained himself when Mick put up a warning hand and settled for a fist bump instead. "It was cool kicking Nazi petard with you guys again," Mick said.

Ray, who had no problem giving Leo a hug, shook his head. "Mick, buddy, that word doesn't mean what you think it does. A petard is-"

Mick waved him off. "Don't care, Haircut!"

Nate chuckled. "I'm gonna miss you, Mick."

Mick chuckled with him for a second, then frowned. "What are you talking about, Pretty?" he demanded, while the other Legends stared at the historian.

"Mr. Heywood has offered to stay here, to help us create a better world," Schott said.

Amaya gasped softly. "Nathaniel..."

Nate reached out to touch Amaya's shoulder hesitantly before meeting Sara's eyes. "I realized it last night when I was talking with General Schott. They have so much they have to do, and no real blueprint for how to get started. Who better than a historian to help them get it right?"

"I want to argue with you, but…you're right," Ray sighed. "Gonna miss you."

Nate pulled the other man in for one of their "bro hugs."

Sara held her hands up. "Just wait a minute!" She needed time to process this.

Gently, Nate said, "Sara, I've had the time of my life with you guys on the Waverider, fixing things that went wrong throughout history-"

"And sometimes screwing things up for the better," Zari added.

Nate snorted, nodding in agreement. "But you don't need me to fight Mallus."

"Mallus is a time demon who will break free if history gets messed up!" Sara objected. "If we don't have a historian-"

"You have Gideon," Nate pointed out. "She knows everything you need. And you have the Time Bureau-" he smirked at Sara's irritated huff, "even if Agent Sharpe has a stick up her-"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Nate!"

"You know he's right, Boss," Mick said, while Ray nodded fervently.

Nate grinned. "And if they can't help, those cool interdimensional communicators mean I'm just a phone call away."

He stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders, the grin dropping away. "Captain, you really don't need me to fight Mallus. But these people-" he nodded at the Earth-Xers around them, "they need me."

She studied his earnest blue eyes for a moment, then sighed and nodded. His smile returned. "All right!" he said, then glanced over at Leonard. "Will he freeze me if I try to hug you?"

Leonard rolled his eyes. Laughing, Sara shook her head and wrapped her arms around Nate for a long hug, then stepped back to allow the rest of the team to take their turns.

Amaya was the last. "You know, your grandfather would be very proud of you," she said to him softly. "I know I am."

Sara smiled and turned away to allow the one-time lovers a little bit of privacy. "Take care of him," she said quietly to Schott.

"Of course, Captain Lance," Schott said, reaching out for a handshake. "And… thank you again. If it hadn't been for all of you, I don't know where we'd be."

"It was our pleasure," Sara answered. She nodded to Ray to signal for the portal. As the breach opened, Amaya moved to Sara's side and Nate to Schott's. Both wore watery smiles.

"The breach back to STAR Labs is ready, Captain," Ray said.

Sara nodded. "Go ahead. We'll be right behind you."

Ray and Zari moved toward the portal, but stopped when Leonard snapped his fingers and said, "Raymond! Don't tell Team Flash that I'm coming with you. Let's surprise them back there."

"That might just give Nerd-boy a heart attack," Mick said.

Leonard smiled wickedly. "I know."

Mick considered it, then laughed and nodded. "Okay, Boss." He stepped between Ray and Zari, grabbing the scientist by the arm. "Not a word, Haircut!" he said before dragging the other man into the breach. Zari rolled her eyes at the others, then nodded to Amaya. The two women stepped through together.

"Nerd-boy…" Leo said thoughtfully. "You mean Cisco?" When Leonard nodded, he asked, "Why would you want to torment Cisco Ramon?"

"You mean besides the fact that he's a nerd and it's fun?" Leonard asked archly. "He kissed Lisa."

"Ah. I see." Leo thought about that for a moment, then waved an assenting hand. "Torment away!"

"Thanks for the permission," Leonard chuckled.

Leo laughed and opened his arms to Sara, who hugged him warmly. He kissed her forehead and murmured, "Don't forget what I told you. Feelings are nothing to be afraid of."

He released her and met his double's gaze. "Take care of each other."

Leonard motioned between Leo and Ray. "You two do the same." After they nodded, he looked down at Sara, offered his arm and said, "Ready to go home, Assassin?"

She slipped her arm through his. "You bet."

They took a step toward the breach, but then Sara paused. "Hang on." She looked back. "Hey, Leo - about your wedding present. Should we get you a pot or a kettle?"

Leo laughed heartily. Then, wiping his eyes, he said, "Your choice, Sara. Just - don't put it in a box!"

"Deal!" Sara replied with a smile. Then she nodded to Leonard, and together they stepped through the breach - back to Earth-1, and whatever the future might hold.

Three months later, among their wedding presents, Leo and Ray found two gift bags from Sara and Leonard.

One held a steel blue cooking pot; the other, a bright yellow tea kettle.

They didn't stop laughing for an hour.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you have had as much fun reading this as I have had writing it! I do have one more story in my head for this continuity.