Sandstorm {Discontinued}{Rewritten}

44. The Last Chapter

The Legends had defeated Savage. They'd decided to fuck it and throw caution into the wind, jumping right to 2166 at the height of Savage 's power. They'd fought giant robots and saved some refugees. At some point, Deserey thought she was going to save Miranda and Jonas, but it was too late in the end. Rip’s family was lost forever.

In the process they had lost Leonard, the ex villain sacrificing himself to blow up the Time Masters in the Vanishing Point and destroy their machine called the Oculus. Thanks to him the Legends’ fates were once again their own. Their younger selves were safely back in the timeline, and all was seemingly well. Or at least as well as they could be given the circumstances. Sara's sister had also been killed sometime while the Legends were off fighting Savage in the past and future.

Carter and Kendra no longer had to look over their shoulders with Savage gone, and so they decided to part ways with their teammates, eager to see what trouble they could get up to on their own.

“I give it three months, tops,” Mick grunted at the rest of them.

Kendra elected to ignore the comment, and said, “Look, I just wanted to say, thank you. To all of you.”

Ray shrugged her praise off. “No thanks necessary. That's what teams are for. And who knows? Maybe you guys will rejoin the Legends someday.”

That got a round of hugs started. Deserey wasn't much of a hugger herself; the only people she ever hugged were her kids. Maybe her (ex) husband on a day she was feeling flirty enough. But that's it. Deserey didn't do hugs.

But she figured she could make an exception to the rule just this once. She let the hawks hug her goodbye.

As she pulled away from their embrace, Carter got an odd look, a sort of frown like he was trying hard to remember something difficult. “1942,” he said suddenly.

“What about it?” Deserey asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I can't remember exactly… something happens to you all there. I think I was there in a past life,” Carter told the Legends. “The memories are hazy… but I think you, uh…”

“Bite the bullet?” Ray guessed. “So, if we just don't time jump back to 1942 we'll be safe right?”

Deserey shrugged. It seemed like a safe enough bet to her anyway. Not that she had an overwhelming desire to go to 1942 anyway. World War II was without a doubt one of the nastiest times in history, everyone knew that. Events from that time still impacted today's world. Deserey would do everything in her power to avoid that particular period of time even without prompting from an apparent death sentence.

Everyone else was nodding along with their agreement as well, but Carter still looked skeptical. Dez couldn't blame him all that much. The Legends weren't exactly known to have plans that actually, well, worked.

“Be safe,” Kendra told them. “See you guys around.”

And with those final words, Hawkman and Hawkgirl sprouted their identical wings from their backs and soared into the air. The rest of the Legends watched them go; Mick followed them with his intense gaze. “Every time they do that I get hungry for chicken…”

“Hm.” Dez smirked and leaned an arm on his shoulder. “I could eat, actually.”

{~}

Six months later, the Legends are still goin’ at it. Traveling through time. Fixing aberrations (events that have changed history). Saving people. Sometimes they're messy about it; sometimes they don't follow Rip's rules the way that they prolly should do, but all in all they get the job done.