Frozen Kitten (Legends Of Tomorrow/ Leonard Snart)

04: Drunk Dances and Cat Fights.

04:

Drunk Dances and Cat Fights

Finally the ship had landed with a slight jolt, causing comfort for those who had wanted nothing more than to be free. Within a second, the metal belts had unlocked and a rabid Clarissa had thrown herself forwards out of the body numbing seat and she hurtled towards the wall, her upper half was slick with sweat and her entire slender frame was shaking. Thankfully, she had returned to her human state but unknowingly to her she and no idea of the monstrous form she had previously just adapted to. It had never happened to her before, but as panic and anger set in her entire body had formed this monster of a hybrid scaring the other passengers.

The team had been affected drastically by time travel, all of them experiencing it differently than to the person next to them. Mick had lurched to the side, his stomach contracting and pushed bile upwards as he threw up next to himself, and let out an awfully disgusting sound. The liquid sloshed against the ground as his mouth widened, allowing more of his food to rise back up his throat.

"I should have mentioned it before, nausea was one of the side effects of time travel-" Rip looked down with distain at the sight before him as he pulled the metal chest piece upwards. The sight of Mick Rory vomiting was a hideous sight to see.

Quite quickly, the once arrogant Raymond who thought himself immune to such side effects fell forwards and let out a loud grunt as he did so.

"-along with vertigo."

"I can't see." The professor panicked, a look of true upset on his face.

"And temporary blindness. Only it should last a few moments. The further back in time you go the worse the side effects are." Rip said, either hand on Steins shoulders, his own eyes analysing the professors state, while he tried to comfort and help the elder man.

"It's all relative," Stein grumbled as he placed his glasses back on his face.

The time traveller noticed the gingers distress and hurtled over to ensure she was okay, he placed a slender, pale hand upon her arm but was surprised when a high pitched hiss left her body. The ginger was in no way any calmer than before, she was internally struggling to keep calm as if something inside her had been awoken and was restless as it fought to be freed from her.

"If you wish to keep that hand of yours, Sugar, I suggest you remove it." Clarissa snapped as she turned around and removed her hair from her face. The glare she sent towards Rip could have killed a man, resurrected him before sending him into his grave once more.
Rip gulped silently in self worry before hastily removing his hand.

"Good boy." She chuckled as she moved away heading towards the door frame which she leaned against.

"I can't believe you kidnapped me." Jax snapped at his supposedly partner.

The kid abruptly stood up, anger radiated out of him in waves of heat, the teenager was obviously unhappy with the fact he was so far away from home, and the old man had taken advantage of him once again. The elder never listened to him, his opinion and feelings never mattered, Stein ran the show like a dictatorship and never truly cared about anything else other that "beautiful" brain of his that he self proclaimed to be amazingly talented.

"Hey. I wanna go home!" Exclaimed Jax as he walked around the centre table. Shouting at Rip to return him.

"Ah yes, twenty sixteen will be around in Ehm... Forty one years." Rip sassed as he leant against the table, either hand placed upon the smooth metal as he looked around him, a look of annoyance stapled into him. Shortly after he had noticed that for most the pain of time travel had not subsided on his team.