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Phoenix 3: Mistaken Identity
"Snart!" Kendra shrieked.
Sara whipped her head around in time to see Leonard lose his balance and fall backwards off the cliff. Kendra flew after him, but in the time it took her to reach the spot where the thief had disappeared, the League's prisoner had broken free of his chains, torn off the hood, and pushed past the demigoddess to launch himself over the edge.
The hell?
"Ray!" Sara called up.
The man in the flying armor paused between shots and flew low.
Sara pointed to the edge where Leonard had fallen. "Help them!"
Kendra shook off her stupor and leaped over the edge, and Ray darted down behind her.
Leonard.... Sara forced herself to concentrate on the fight. There was nothing she could do to help the thief now, and allowing herself to dwell on even so important of a distraction would only get the rest of the team killed.
"Oh, my god," Ray muttered before he fell silent.
Sara and Mick exchanged a glance before they returned their attention to the figh
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Catalyst 02: Left Behind
Leonard soon grew restless and gave up on reading. He found it hard to relax under the best of circumstances, and despite Rip's reassurance, he was still shaken by the recent events.
What he needed was a change of scenery; as much as the idea of having free reign in Rip's private library appealed to him, waiting out his recovery in there, even doing so willingly to stave off boredom, felt too much like confinement. And Leonard had never done well in confinement.
But there was Gideon's order. Remain within the Waverider's shields. That, and the suggestion to wait out his recovery in the temporal zone.
It hadn't been enough to advise him to relax, he'd been all but forbidden to leave the ship until the particles were out of his system. The implications of that order betrayed Rip's promise for the lie it had been.
He wandered around the ship, without a single care for where his feet carried him, until he found himself back on the Waverider's deck and gazed out at the woods b
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Phoenix 2: Finding the Phoenix
The Waverider set down in the mountains of Nanda Parbat.
Movement flickered in one corner of Kendra's vision, and she looked over to see the team's thief walk up to the main window. His skin twitched every time he tried to suppress a shudder at the sight before him.
"So what's the plan?" she asked.
Rip examined his laser pistol before returning it to its holster. "Ordinarily I would argue against bringing along future tech," he said. "But this is the League of Assassins we'll be dealing with, and most of us have already seen what they're capable of. If it comes to a fight, anything less than our best would mean certain death."
"Ah, see, I knew you cared," Ray said.
"Future corpses can be just as damaging to the timeline as future tech," Leonard drawled. "We don't want to leave anything behind. Especially to the League."
Ray frowned.
"That is correct," Rip said. "And that includes future ammunition. We do not use that tech—or powers," he added with a look at F
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Phoenix 1: Debriefing
When Leonard woke again, he no longer felt numb, and he was only a little sore from the fight and Gideon's attempts to heal him.
But he was entirely too restless. He wanted to return to his own quarters and relatively comfortable bed to enjoy this rare opportunity to simply laze about, or perhaps to catch up on reading that wasn't critical to the job.
But he knew from past experience that if he tried to wander off, either he'd be ordered straight back to the Med Bay, or Rip would assume he was well enough for a debriefing and to rejoin the mission.
How ironic that they were on a time machine, and yet they rarely seemed to have time to simply enjoy themselves. Did Rip truly not understand how important downtime was to their ability to function, or did his desire for revenge completely override whatever good sense he claimed to possess?
In the end, it was pure boredom that sent him drifting back to sleep. And pure hunger that drove him, hours later, to wander towards the kitchen.
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What If: Phoenix
"Kendra!" a young man called on the street below. "Hey, you going to be all right?"
The name was unfamiliar, but something about the woman made the man in the sky pause in his flight.
Carter used his enhanced senses to spy on the pair. Chey-Ara. He smiled. "Found you," he murmured. "Star City, just as al Saher said you would be."
But if he had found her, then Vandal Savage couldn't be far behind. And the immortal madman would not hesitate to go through anyone who tried to protect her. If her power had not yet emerged, then the youth speaking to her would be in danger simply by standing too close.
"It's just a lot to take in right now," Kendra said.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me before," the young man said. "I didn't want things to be different between us."
Kendra shook her head. "It's not that, Cisco," she replied. "If what everyone's saying is true—and it's beginning to seem like it is—my whole life just changed, and I am so not ready for th
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Necropolis 6: Rocky Start
The Waverider set down in a mountain of green.
No doubt the perfect place for whatever "help" a winged demigod could offer.
Leonard suppressed a shiver.
"And we've arrived!" Rip announced. "Gideon, if you wouldn't mind camouflaging us as an alpine meadow, perhaps?"
The team removed their harnesses, and Mick immediately doubled over and cradled his head. The two demigods, seated next to him, watched him closely.
"What are you complaining about now?" Leonard asked. He couldn't remember the arsonist ever really being sick before they'd joined the mission; even his hangovers never seemed to affect him so badly. "It's not like we time-jumped."
"I hate flying," Mick grumbled, "especially in..." He waved his free hand around "...whatever this thing is."
"Where exactly are we?" Carter asked.
"We're still in 1975, right?" Kendra added.
"Indeed!" Rip said. "October 1975 on the fjords of northern Norway."
"Sounds like a vacation," Leonard said. He joined Sara at the central display while t
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Necropolis 5: Wibbly Wobbly
Carter glanced around, but only Kendra remained behind to watch him. Finally he knocked on the doorframe.
Leonard glanced up. His eyes widened at the sight of the demigod, flicked to the doorway, and back again.
"You mind if I join you in there?" Carter asked. "I've got a few questions of my own. You, uh, don't actually have to answer them—or even listen—if you don't want to."
"Go ahead," Leonard replied.
Carter took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he approached the thief.
He glanced at the steak, snickered at Rip's comment about the meal choice, then looked back at Leonard.
Then he looked at the steak again. "That's what Rory was complaining about?" Carter scoffed. "I have enhanced vision and I can barely see any pink in it! He'd hate to watch me eat."
"Mick will cook to order if you know how to ask," Leonard said, "but he'll complain about it the whole time; sometimes I'd swear he doesn't think it's truly cooked unless you can find ashes in the mi
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Necropolis 4: Recovery
When Carter woke, he felt refreshed and completely dry.
How long have I been asleep?
The play of lights outside the window told him they were back in the temporal zone. No information there.
A fresh outfit lay folded at the foot of his bed. He dressed and donned his armor—now clean, though he was sure he would have woken if anyone else had entered the room—and left to find answers.
He didn't encounter anyone until he reached the corridor to the Med Bay. Sara stood guard outside.
Carter looked away from the assassin. "Still want to find out if the League can stop me from reincarnating?" he asked. "Who knows? Maybe they came up with something new since the last time I dealt with them."
"I'm still thinking about it," she replied. "Go on in, if you really think you need to."
He gave her a curt nod and approached the door. But voices within made him hesitate.
"—don't begrudge him his life," Kendra was saying. "But even if time 'wants to happen,' it hardly
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Necropolis 3: Rescue Operation
"He better get back down here soon," Sara muttered. "I don't know about you guys, but I can't keep this up for much longer."
Rip shook his head. "I don't think we can keep this up for long even with Mr. Hall's aid," he admitted. "The good news is, this lot has some peculiar ideas about leadership. They won't attack if there's nobody in charge."
"We take out the warlord, we win?" Mick asked. "What's the bad news?"
"The warlord will only attack if he sees a chance to take out whomever he believes to be our leader," Rip said. "But he'll be staying out of the thick of things as long as possible."
Sara groaned. "And since Leonard is the only one who isn't 'in the thick of things,' the warlord's probably going to target him."
Rip nodded. "That would be my theory, as well."
"Then we gotta find this guy," Mick said.
"Any ideas?" Sara asked.
A body flew off the pillar and crumpled on the ground in front of Mick.
"Found him," the arsonist said before he unloaded a full clip
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Necropolis 2: Recon Mission
Leonard gritted his teeth and kept moving. Carter had flown up to him a few times to comment on his progress, but the thief had kept his mouth firmly shut.
Decades of surviving under Lewis' control had told him exactly what the demigod had been doing. Carter had almost certainly wanted to provoke him, to force him or Mick to start a fight, ready to claim—and rightly so—that he'd only been defending himself if either of them retaliated; frightening the thief might have been a bonus but it had never been the man's intent.
And that alone was reason enough to ignore him. Why give Carter that satisfaction when Leonard could claim that he was simply trying to concentrate on the climb?
And the fact was, Leonard did need to concentrate. The ledges were considerably wider than the map had led him to believe, but so were the gaps separating them, and many of the bridges threatened to crumble under his feet. Seven times he'd had to signal to Sara, so that she coul
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Necropolis 1: Low Tech
Ray made another adjustment to the Atom suit's wiring, and a shot hit the deck between the criminal pair.
Mick jumped. "Watch it!" he snarled.
Leonard merely glanced down to examine the burn mark, and watched with mild curiosity as it vanished from his sight.
"Sorry!" Ray said quickly. "Sorry." He sighed. "What's the point of us even giving this a second thought? Rip has already seen the future. He knows exactly what's in store for each of us. Might as well have stayed dead, 'cause the world doesn't need any of us." He glanced at Sara. "You're just a lost assassin." He transferred his gaze to the two thieves. "You're just a pair of good-for-nothing criminals."
Mick glanced at him. "I can live with that," he said, and returned his attention to his own weapon.
Leonard had to agree with Mick. The professor had been right, after all; people didn't typically consider you a legend until after you were dead. Making a mark on history held a certain appeal, and half
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What If: Reflex
"Okay, now close the right eye," Julian said.
Leonard closed his right eye as instructed and opened the left. He tried not to flinch at the light shining directly on his pupil.
"Tracking's good," Julian said. "Both eyes dilate and constrict properly. No more double vision?"
"No," Leonard replied. "I'm fine. Or I will be as soon as you quit trying to blind me. Can we get on with this?"
"Not quite yet." Julian set the light down and picked up a rubber mallet. "I believe next is—"
"I hit back," Leonard said.
That hadn't been true for years, but he still found himself astonished at what he could decipher about a person's medical skills by how they reacted to such a comment.
Cisco looked up from the monitor and watched them with a gleam in his eye.
So glad one of us is amused. Leonard refrained from rolling his eyes at the kid's expression.
Julian's mouth opened and closed a few times. "It's to check your reflexes," he finally replied.
His eyes were narrow, but his hands
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What If: Infantano Street Recruitment
"And I assume saving your girlfriend requires us doing something... less than lawful?" Leonard asked.
"We need to break into ARGUS," Barry replied. "And steal an alien power source."
"The Flash, a thief?" Leonard smirked. He flexed his right hand, making sure his fingers were plenty limber for whatever he might need to pick up. "That's my kind of mission." He frowned. "Just one problem; when are you from? When's this heist supposed to go down?"
"Um...." Barry shuffled his feet; he wouldn't look at the thief. "2017," he mumbled.
"Hmmm.... sorry, I'll have to pass," Leonard said. He turned around and walked into the Waverider.
Barry followed close behind. "But Snart, I—"
"Mr. Snart!" Rip snapped. He glared at the thief. "How many times do I have to tell you people, to stop bringing in—Mr. Allen?"
Barry sighed and removed his cowl. "So much for keeping it a secret," he muttered.
"Everyone on this ship already knows who you are," Rip replied.
Leonard
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Trace 3: Field Work
Vanishing Point

Damien stared at the chart, his amusement warring with impatience as he waited for Eobard's tantrum to run its course.
"Agh!" Crash!
And there went all of that sensitive equipment that Eobard had claimed was so very critical to their mission.
Damien chuckled. "Temper, temper." He turned around and grinned at the furious speedster.
"Don't test me, Damien!" Eobard snarled.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Damien asked. "You sent me and Malcolm off to find the Kalabros Manuscript while the Legends managed to abscond with the Spear of Destiny. I should have that zombie speedster you're so afraid of eat your brain."
"No," Eobard murmured. "No, this... is actually a positive development."
"Or maybe he already has," Damien added.
Eobard shook his head. "With the entire Spear in the Legends' possession, we no longer have to keep going after it piecemeal."
"Yeah...." Damien said, "I'm a glass half-full kind of guy—"
"The Legendary idiots
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Catalyst 01: Night of the Hawk
Harmony Falls, Oregon, circa 1958

"Oh, boy," Martin said.
Leonard agreed with the sentiment. "Just when you think you've seen everything," he replied.
The bird-thing leapt for the two men, but Leonard quickly knocked it out with a blast from his cold gun.
A second creature dove at them. A second blast of ice sent it flying backwards.
"Guess those missing kids are no longer missing," Leonard added.
But what has Savage done to them?
And just how many people had that lunatic changed? Judging from the screams in the distance, they had a lot more than four missing kids to worry about.
A growl came from the shadows ahead, and a third creature emerged. A sour feeling built in the pit of Leonard's stomach; even the previous two creatures couldn't prepare him for this new horror.
"Oh, my God," Martin said. He stared at the creature advancing on them. "It's Jefferson."
Leonard eyed the creature warily. This thing was the kid?
"Jefferson," Martin said, "it's... us!"
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*sigh*
And once again I have a story with only chapter one posted, or even written, for that matter.... and my brain decides I need to work on chapter 10-or-so.
(In my defense, I had just seen the Infantano Street episode of the Flash and the chapter I'm working on is based directly off of that--albeit without the scenes that require re-watching for specific dialogue--whereas the chapter I should be working on requires re-watching the tail end of Night of the Hawk and the bulk of Left Behind before I can write any of it.)

And, courtesy of a flashback/exposition within the chapter-10-or-so my brain also decided I need to work on yet another "what if," this one requiring the team to go on at least one attempted mission between Chronos' attack in episode one and the arms sale in episode two. And then I need to rewrite that flashback so it's a little less exposition and a little more just alluding to what (hopefully this time) will actually be a fairly short chapter.

One of these days I might continue writing these stories in an order that I can actually upload them. ^^;
Currently working on (almost) the same scene from two different timelines, several chapters into What Could Have Been.
Because my brain doesn't want to tell me what happens in chapter 3. :roll:
#selfcare #rant #venting 

I would've created a poll for this just to see how some of the options rank, but I don't currently have a core membership (and can't be bovvered to get another one just for this) and I'm not sure I want to put it on my writerly FaceBook page.

But here is the question: What would you say are some of the biggest lies of our time.... albeit without bringing politics into the equation? (So leave your MAGA and similar ideologies at the door.) And why do you think it's a lie?

Me, I think there are a few specific lies that need to be on that list.
"The check's in the mail" seems to be a famous one. (Though sometimes the check really is in the mail.)
"The customer is always right." (As any retail employee knows... especially when that customer decides to be abusive.)
"It was just a joke."

That last may one need a bit of elaboration.
I will grant you, it is possible for "it was just a joke" (or more accurately, "it was meant as a joke") to serve as an explanation.... or part of one. If it is acknowledging the disconnect between how the joke was intended and how it was received, and if the teller of the joke is willing to take responsibility for what they'd said. Personally, I don't know whether this is my autism or me in general, but I find it hard to apologize without acknowledging that disconnect, which naturally requires acknowledging my intent; the apology just doesn't feel sincere otherwise. (My biggest failing in that regard is that my apologies don't always include the words "I'm sorry," so there's another disconnect for me to work on.)
I've made jokes that I didn't realize until hours later probably didn't sound the way I intended, and yes I will mention the fact that I have a weird sense of humor when I attempt to apologize for them. (Yes, #JohnBarrowman, I'm still calling it weird! ;) )
But all of that requires the teller of the joke to own up to the fact that they said something that might have been offensive. To accept that they contributed, however unintentionally, to the insult that occurred. Even if they don't come right out and apologize, even though they have no control over how the recipient interpreted those words, the teller of the joke needs to be willing to take responsibility for the fact that they themselves said those words.

If, on the other hand, the phrase "it was just a joke" is accompanied by anger towards the recipient, by phrases like "get over it" or "get a sense of humor"....
If the joke-teller is so bad at reading their audience that they immediately assume upset on the recipient's part the very instant the recipient replies, even though the recipient was merely addressing the logical side of the joke (or gods forbid, joking back)....
Or worse, if the recipient is genuinely upset by that type of joke every single time it is told (case in point, one clearly at the recipient's expense, such as a "threat" to sabotage one of the recipient's sources of income in the name of maintaining control over the recipient's theoretical free time) and the joke-teller continues to tell jokes of that type.....
If the teller of jokes is upset when they themselves are on the receiving end of jokes of that sort, yet they continue to make the same kinds of jokes about other people....
Well, there is a reason the joke-teller assumed offense on the recipient's part, and the recipient is not to blame for that assumption. (No, not even if the recipient has a sense of humor so dry that they sound serious even when at their silliest.) And it was most definitely not "just a joke."


And the reason I'm not (yet) inclined towards posting this on FaceBook...?
Well, for one thing it has no place on the writerly page unless I can find a plot bunny in it.
For another, if I post it on my personal profile, past experience tells me that the parties who inspired this particular rant will see it and a) ignore it as they are clearly incapable of being in the wrong and therefore I couldn't possibly be talking about them or b) accuse me of "airing their dirty laundry" (never mind that they made it mine to clean up however I can the moment they flung that metaphorical laundry in my face) without me ever once mentioning who and what inspired the piece to begin with. Trying to talk with them in person, unfortunately, tends to lead to some combination of these two results.
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I recently was on a fanfic website and realized I hadn't uploaded all of "She Knew Too Much" let alone the sequel. Since I am one computer down (the one with the actual files...) I came to DA to grab the story.

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