My chest hurts. Everything hurts. I haven't looked at the team since we destroyed the Oculus. Since we lost Snart. And it hurts the most knowing that I'm the one who killed him.
Rip slowly lowered the Waverider to the exact same place he picked up us. Star City. The place where everything started. I kept my best blank face as the team and I got out of the ship. The only difference was that I could only hear five heartbeats instead of six. I don't know why Ray decided to use his hologram, but I'm so out of it, I didn't say anything to the team.
"What are we doing back here?" Mick asked.
"Savage has a timeship, courtesy of the Time Masters," Rip began. No shit, Sherlock. "The timeline is unclear, due to our destruction of the Oculus, meaning Savage is lost to history. Which is why I brought you all home."
Home? Why? Our mission isn't over. That bastard Vandal Savage needs to die. And preferably today would be the better.
"Mission's not over, man," Jax stated.
Ray nodded. "Jax is right. We've lost Savage before. We'll find him again."
"And then what?" Rip argued. "We have no way of killing Savage, particularly now that Kendra and Carter are in his possession, assuming that they're still alive, which is highly unlikely."
"So that's it? We're - we're just giving up?"
"I'm on my way to the refuge to retrieve our younger selves and return them to the timeline. It will be as if you never left."
I glared at Rip. "You can't be serious? Did you really believe that you could just drop us off here and pretend that none of this over happened? Newsflash, Rip, we can't." I felt a hand on my shoulder and glared at Ray. "What?"
Ray slowly leaned down and opened my bleeding hand. My claws were out. Small crescent moons were cut into my palms. Ray looked at me worryingly, but I shrugged him off and crossed my arms.
"And you won't," Rip said. "But I did had to bring you back to May 2016, not January 2016."
Wait, so I have been away from Beacon Hills for months? If I wasn't pissed at Rip, I am now. What the hell happened to my home? I don't even know if my family is still alive. A lot of things could have happened while I was away.
"Great, so what you're saying is for the last five months, my mom probably thinks that I'm dead," Jax almost sneered. "Thanks a lot, man."
But, why now? Why the sudden change of heart? Rip kidnapped us to created this team and now he's dumping it.
At least Sara had the same idea. "Okay, wait, why? Why the change of plans, Rip?"
"If you're getting back on that ship, we get back on that ship," Mick said. He was going to poke Rip, but his finger went through the hologram. Maybe I should have told the team. Hell, why didn't I put two and two together.
"In truth, I never left it," Rip said. We heard engines roaring and looked to see the Waverider taking flight. "I'm sorry for all that I've asked of you, and that it all came to nothing. I wish you all well."
Then the digital transmitter ended there. I glared up at the ship and flipped it off.
"Rip, you son of a bitch!" I yelled.
"I never liked that guy," Mick said.
So...I guess this is it.
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I'm finally home. The loft still looks the same. No major damage. But it felt empty. I heard someone on the inside and slowly opened the door. I crossed my arms and looked at the figure with a small smile on my face.
"Am I not going to get a goodbye?" I joked.
The figures snapped his gaze towards me.
"Morgan," he breathed.
I smirked. "Surprise."
Derek slowly made his way over. He looked down at me before he pulled me into his arms. I held onto Derek so tight, I'm surprised he didn't break. I didn't even realize how much I missed him till now. And alive. My older brother's alive. At least that part of the timeline changed.
"When did you get back?" He asked.
"A few hours ago," I responded. I looked around the loft after we pulled apart. "I guess you were planning on leaving. And I guess you stopped that bitch."
Derek nodded. "I'm sorry. I would have called, but..."
I stopped him. "It's fine." I gave him a small smile. "I'm here with you, now. Even though I would love for Cora to be here, she probably left early."
Derek nodded again before looking at me. Like really look at me. I tried to look everywhere but him because he'll know something's different.
"Wait. Something's different," he said. See, what I mean?
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.
Derek grabbed my face and tried to look into my eyes. I closed them tightly. I didn't want him to see them. Derek squished my cheeks a bit tight. What the hell? What am I? Five?
"Let me see your eyes, Morgan," he said.
"There's nothing wrong with my eyes."
"Then why can't I see them?" Because he'll know I took a life of an innocent. Snart's life at that. The thought of Snart made my eyes get watery. Behind my eyelids, I could see him. His little smirk. His piercing eyes. His pinkie ring, that's now a pendant around my neck. The last thing I have of him. That got me crying. "Show me your eyes, Morgan."
I let my eyelids flutter open. Derek's gaze softens as he sees my icy cold blue ones. I shut my eyelids tight again and hugged him.
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I've spent the rest of the evening telling Derek everything that happened the past five months. Not leaving any detail out. The time travel. Meeting Jonah Hex, the other werewolf. Kicking young Gerard's ass, which he was pretty proud of. Everything that happened with Savage. Then up to the last 24 hours when we destroyed the Oculus.
"I don't know what's worst, the fact that I actually let someone in or that I didn't get to tell him how I really felt," I admitted. I sighed as I placed my head between my hands. "Feelings suck. Why did I let him in? Why couldn't I still hate him?"
"Because you loved him," Derek said. I sighed again. Derek reached over and grabbed my hand. "I get that it hurts. I know how you're feeling. You'll feel this empty pit in your chest where he use to be. At first you'll get more angry, then you'll be devastated. Then comes acceptance. Snart wouldn't want you to wallow around like a grieving mess."
"I know that, but..." My hand went around his ring as I bit my lip. "You would think being around a criminal would make you want to distance yourself, but no. He got under my skin. He knew which buttons to push."
"Yet, you couldn't help but fall in love with him." Derek's eyes grew distant. Another hate relationship that turned into a real one. Only for that person to die. By our own hands.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm going to tell you something Mom told me." He motioned to my eyes. "They might be different, but they're still beautiful just like the rest of you. I'm sorry what you had to go through with Snart, but do you want to stay here and mope or do you want to do something about it?"
"Like what?"
"How about you go back to Star City and kill this Vandal Savage guy, for good? What's dead should stay dead."
"I would love, too, but, in case you haven't notice, Rip dumped our asses here."
Derek raised his eyebrow at me. "Has that ever stopped us before?"
No, it hasn't.
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A/N: Only three more chapters left! Any more guesses on the father of Morgan's baby.
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