| Code Name: Shadow | (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

"Are you sure it'll work?" Stein asked Meg as she checked the strands of the cure for the fifth time. Meg tucked her red locks behind both ears, and bit her lip.

"Scientifically and mathematically, it should. All we need to do is see for ourselves." The Forensic Anthropologist replied. Her speciality wasn't creating medicine, but with the technology and help from Gideon- making the cure was actually easier than she originally thought.

Meg filled a syringe with a dose of the cure, flicking the vial to get rid of any air pockets or bubbles. Carefully, she walked over to Jax- who screeched and pulled at the right restraints. It was scary how violent he was, because the younger half of Firestorm was usually quite sensible and understanding.

Then, she injected the cure into Jax's neck. Stein, Rip, and Meg held their breath- their eyes not leaving the hawk mutant. Martin Stein looked extremely worried- if Jax didn't make it, then Stein wouldn't last much longer.

Doing a once-over on Jax's vitals and DNA to see if there were any changes, Meg smiled.

It was working

Slowly, the monster sitting in the chair slowly turned back into Jefferson Jackson. His eyes changed from black to their usual brown, and the wings disappeared altogether. Meg clapped gently with excitement, minding her injured hand.

"Welcome back, Jefferson." Stein said to Jax, who looked back at his three team members with fatigue etched into is features.

"Rest up." Meg advised with a smile, leaving the room so Stein and Jax could have a little reunion. Also, she had earlier promised to help Ray and Kendra move out everything that had brought into the house- including empty boxes and papers.

She liked the simplicity and quaintness of a 1950's lifestyle. There weren't any Metahuman or vigilantes zooming about the place every other night. And in small neighborhoods like the one they stayed in- the crime rate was now considerably low. If they defeated Savage, Meg considered taking a vacation to the 1950's if she was able to.

"It seems like only two days ago we moved into that house." A voice called behind her. Meg rose a brow, turning to face an approaching Ray who was coming up behind her. He wore a normal suit and tie instead of the hospital gown he wore when he rescued her, and Margaret had to admit that 1950's attire looked extremely attractive on Ray.

"I wonder how we'll tell the real estate agent about the blood on the floor." Meg smirked, reaching up to straighten the billionaire's tie. When she finished, she intertwined her fingers with Ray's.

"Well... there's a thing called not telling." Ray joked. They exited the Waverider, which was parked in a field just a few blocks down from their small little townhouse that they briefly lived in. Snow dusted the grass on the field- a cold breeze forcing shivers down the couple's spine. Huddled together, they ventured down the empty street to their house.

"That would make one hell of a front page." The redhead commented as they entered the home- letting out a sigh when the warm air hit them. Packing would be easy, considering they only had one suitcase shared between the three of them. Each had brought clothes that would last for four days at the most, which was almost as long as they actually stayed. All the other boxes were emptied or filled with packing peanuts they stole from the nearest hardware store.

As Meg gathered some of the things she had left one the first floor, she tried not to notice the broken glass, bloodied meat tenderizer, or scattered papers in the kitchen. She was glad she wasn't in the hands of Savage any more, and by the look of Ray's face as he glanced at the mess and then to Meg- he was glad too.