My rescue went great. Turns out the Pilgrim wasn't after me. Thank Odin. I wasn't allowed to save myself due to something called a paradox. Even after countless Doctor Who episodes I still have no clue what it is.
So that meant that Jax and Ray got the pleasant job of kidnapping my tiny, devilish, two year old little self.
Rip was shooting for infant but overshot and got toddler me. Obsessed with Star Wars, little me.
My toddler self apparently refused to go with Ray and Jax and wanted to stay playing with her Star Wars coloring book. When Ray tried to grab her, she apparently hit him with her toy lightsaber and ran from the room while giggling like an idiot.
Like Snart said as he heard the boy's account of the story, "Nothing's changed."
Little me seemed to only like Jax, who was smart and lured her out of her closet with an Obi-Wan Kenobi action figure. She let herself be held by Jax and, after playing with the action figure for all of ten minutes, passed out in his arms. Her little fist was still clenched around the tiny toy when they entered. Her other pudgy fist was cemented in her mouth.
"Awwww," Kendra coos upon seeing the little girl, "She's so cute!"
She glances at me and her brow furrows.
"Or you're so cute," she says slowly before shrugging, "Time Travel."
I laugh and walk over to see my little self. Blonde pigtails sprout from the side of my head, held in place by pink hair ties. My little outfit is also pink with black short sleeves. Stubby little legs come out the bottom of the dress, followed by a tiny bare foot and another foot with a black sock half off.
"We were scared we'd wake her so we left off the other sock," Jax explains quietly, so as not to wake the sleeping child in his arms.
I smile, my eyes fastened on the chubby cheeked toddler.
"You've got a rough life up ahead, kiddo," I mutter as I glance over the little girl, "Wish I could say it gets easier."
All I receive for a reply is a sleepy grunt as the toddler gently shifts in Jax's arms.
He tenses slightly, waiting to see if she's waking up but she slumbers on.
Jax lets out a sigh of relief and grins cheekily at me.
"She likes me the best!"
An arm is suddenly overtop of my shoulders and I start in surprise before I recognize the owner.
"Not this version," Snart smirks back.
Jax rolls his eyes as Sara walks over.
"This one's cuter," the young man says confidently.
"And needs a diaper change," Snart smirks back.
Jax's eyes widen in horror.
"Snart, she does not," Sara comments as she eases the baby from Jax's arms. He makes a noise in protest but she shoots him a death glare so he hands over the child.
"No fair," he mutters, "I had her first."
"You also hogged her the entire time," Sara comments before glancing at me, "Kendra an I are taking the little tyke to meet younger me. She got a grand last year from babysitting so she can take care of you."
Ah yes, we also managed to get a teenage Sara. She nearly was killed by the Pilgrim but thankfully we got her safely on board. She wasn't too happy when we locked her down in the belly of the ship with teen Mick. Hopefully she doesn't kill him. Baby me should keep her occupied.
"Go for it," I say leaning up against Lenny, "Just don't drop me."
"I think that's already happened," Snart laughs.
I punch his side playfully.
"Just wait till we save you. Then we'll get to see what a horrible child you were."
Snart's smirk widens.
"I was a perfect child," he grins, "Did everything my old man told me to do. Disabled bank alarms, emptied the safety deposit boxes that I could reach, etcetera. I was a very obedient child."
"And a very criminal one," Jax comments.
Snart shrugs.
"Learned more casing a job with dear old dad then I did in school."
"Didn't you drop out of high school?" I ask slowly.
"Didn't you?" Snart counters.
"Well played," I mutter.
A sudden wheezing noise cuts off our conversation and we all turn towards the noise.
Raymond is bent double coughing harshly. His eyes are bulging as he struggles to breathe.
"Spit it out, Ray!" I call across the room, "Stein's cooking didn't agree with me either!"
"I find that extremely offensive, Miss Jones!" Stein calls back to me, "I'll have you know I spent twenty minutes on that ravioli!"
"Did you forget to cook it?" I retort sharply, "Because mine was stone cold."
Stein has just opened his mouth to reply when Ray manages to spit.
But when he does, I wish he hadn't.
Because what comes out is a bright red glob of bloody saliva.
His eyes widen and he falls over clutching his chest.
All smiles vanish and I slip out of Snart's hold to race towards his side.
"Ray!" I cry turning him over, "RAY!"
His face is chalk white as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth.
Fear clutches my heart.
I promised Ronnie to protect him.
Yet here he is, dying at my feet.
Rip shoves me off of Raymond and looks him over. After a cursory glance at the dying man, he roars,
"MR. PALMER MUST BE TAKEN TO THE INFIRMARY IMMEDIATELY!"
Rip's eyes flick to Snart who, after seeing Ray puke up more vomit, nods tensely.
I swallow my sarcastic remark and move out of the way as Jax and Snart lift Ray by his arms and drag him towards the door.
Ray coughs again and a scarlet projectile splatters across the tile. The blood drips down his chin, staining his face as the boys drag him from the room.
"The Pilgrim's foul work?" Stein asks as I make my way towards the door after the boys.
"Exactly, Mr. Stein," Rip says haphazardly as he flips a billion different switches, "Miss Jones, please take a seat."
I pause halfway to the door.
"But-"
"Sit," Rip commands as Sara and Kendra race into the room. Mick slowly plods in after them.
"What happened?" Kendra asks wildly, "What's wrong with Ray?"
"The Pilgrim happened," Mick grunts as he takes a seat. He watches Rip pace back and forth through his beady black eyes.
"As loathe as I am to say it," Rip says abstractly, "Mr. Rory is right. It appears that the Pilgrim is attacking Mr. Palmer's younger self. Miss Jones, sit down right now unless you wish to be thrown backwards as we fly through time and space!"
I grudgingly take a seat beside a distraught Kendra. She keeps wringing her hands as the restraints lower.
Mick shoots me a dark look as he sits across from me.
The door slides open with a whoosh and quick footsteps walk over towards us.
"What's going on?" Sara asks, coming into view.
"Mr. Palmer has been grievously injured by the Pilgrim in the past-"
"Star City, 2014, to be exact, Captain," Gideon calls across the ship.
"Odin's eye," Sara mutters as she sits down beside us, "I knew this was too easy. Something always has to go wrong."
"Exactly," I groan as Rip pushes his favorite blasted lever sending us flying through the time stream.
AN-
I'm sorry these updates are few and far between!!!! I will try to get better!!! I'm having trouble finding LoT Last Refuge online so I'm kindof going off what u remember...haha...yay me...anyhow thank you for being so patient with me!!!
Goodnight/morning/afternoon my Legends!!!
(Is Legends okay for a name for ya'll? I just kind of went with it because I'm used to saying "guys" but it's inconsiderate of me because there are girls and guys on this app/site/whatever this gosh darn thingy is.)
Thanks again! :)
-LM