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

The team landed- more roughly than usual. Meg's vision spun and appeared upside down- and her legs were so numb she couldn't move them.

"Why are you all hanging off the ceiling?" Meg groaned, clutching her burning head in her hands.

"Aren't no we." Martin said, making absolute no sense.

"Linguistic dysplasia. That should pass shortly."

"Better it now."

Jax got up, touching different parts of his face.

"I 'an't 'eel 'y faesh!" He said, wiping some drool from his bottom lip. Ray got up, then looked down sheepishly as he covered his groin with his hands.

"I can't feel... Never mind, I'd rather not say."

Trying to regain proper vision- the redhead kept on blinking until it cleared. Slowly her legs regained feeling, allowing Meg to stand while gripping onto her chair.

"Mr. Rory appears unaffected." Gideon said.

Everyone on the team glanced over to Mick- who looked like he just woke up from a nap.

"We time-jump?" He asked groggily.

"Yes, we time-jumped." Rip answered as the former Bounty Hunter got to his feet like nothing was wrong.

"But where to, seems like a better question."

"The town of Salvation, the Dakota territory, 1871." Rip answered. Ray's face lit up like a kid on Christmas.

"I can't believe it.. The Old West." He beamed, looking around to see if anyone shared his excitement.

"This isn't going to work." Mick grumbled, arms folded.

"It'll buy us time." The Time Master countered, "We can hide out here while the Hunters search the other fragmentations."

"What if they decide to check this place first?" Sara asked, brow quirked.

"You know... Feel free to loop us in whenever it feels necessary." Meg piped in, utterly confuse to what was going on. She was still baffled that Mick didn't want to kill any of them after being severely brainwashed by the Time Council.

"As you've seen, time doesn't operate as is generally thought. It wants to happen. It takes time to harden." Rip started, "The... the timeline is unclear on occasion, constantly in flux."

"Hence why it was so hard locating Savage throughout history." Martin stated, fascinated.

"Indeed. And one of the other interesting notions of time travel is the existence of Fragmentations. Temporal blind spots, specific places and times the Time Masters can't see. The town of Salvation and its surrounding environs are located within one of these Fragmentations."

"So, basically, we're hiding out in the Old West and hoping your boogeymen don't find us here." Jax summed up, not seeming at all too happy. Meg bit her lip- unsure of what to think as she pieced the information together. Sure- it was a good plan, but the team couldn't continue to hide throughout time.

"The Hunters are not boogeymen..." Mick said, "And you better hope they don't find us."

"Well, at least not until I get a chance to "punch a few doggies" or "bust a bronco" or two." Ray said in a very cheesy western accent. Meg shook her head, rolling her eyes to herself as she paced the floor.