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"How do you know this Black Knight? And why has one of your new teammates joined him?" Courtney asked Amaya as they walked slowly around the table, trying to ignore the bodies that were littering the ground from the fight before. Amaya sighed, looking at one of the fallen knights as they neared Sara.

"His name's Damien Darhk. He works with the speedster who turned Rip Hunter against the JSA," she said softly, allowing the information to sink in for Courtney. The girl furrowed her eyebrows, knowing what this mission now truly meant to Amaya. Her and Courtney had been close to Rex, and both knew that this speedster was his killer.

"Well, Rip's not the only one under their control now," Sara spat bitterly as she rose to her feet and interrupted their conversation. "Not only does he have Arthur and half his men under his control, Callie has also been brainwashed like Rip," the girl snarled, anger filling her chest as she thought back to the way Callie had looked straight through her as if they were nothing more than strangers.

"That thing's dark magic has turned my king... my own husband into my enemy," Genevieve moaned, a sorrow in her tone as she turned Sara's attention away from Amaya and Courtney.

"It's not his fault," she said, knowing exactly what it felt like to not truly be in control of his actions.

"And yet I watched him strike down Sir Galahad with my own eyes," Genevieve almost argued back, unsure of what she truly was witnessing in the court.

"You have to believe that your husband can be saved, or else he will be truly lost. Unless we stop the Black Knight's army, we may never find out," Sara tried to reside with the woman and keep her positive, but not with much luck.

"My Queen, you must be strong. With King Arthur missing, the Knights of the Round Table will look to you to lead them," Courtney told her, a soft smile on her face as she was also hurting from the disappearance of Arthur. He was the man that she had grown to fall in love with since crafting her fragment of the spear into the sword in the stone.

"The mantle of king is Arthur's. Not mine," Genevieve reminded them, not being able to hold herself to that high a standard.

"Guinevere, wait," Sara said, lightly grabbing the woman's wrist as she tried to walk away from them. "Look, sometimes the mantle... it just falls into your lap. Trust me. I know that it's hard. You're clever, you're brave, and you are a natural born commander. I know you can do this!"

There was a pause between them before Genevieve's eyes and tone softened as she looked at Sara with sympathy in her eyes.

"You knew her," she stared, no hesitation in her voice.

"Sorry?" Sara asked, knowing who she was referring to but being completely caught off guard at the suddenness of the statement.

"His acquaintance. I saw the way you all looked at her; the way you looked at her. It's the way Merlin looks at Arthur," she said, the last sentence quieter than the rest as her eyes drifted to where Courtney was standing with Amaya.

"She was our teammate," Sara spoke cautiously, not wanting to just reveal her whole life to Genevieve. Even if she was just a historical figure they would never really see again after this, she was still technically a stranger to them all.

"She was more than that to you," Genevieve continued to prod her, wanting to truly understand what she had witnessed before her eyes.

"Yeah, she was - no, is - everything to me. She's my Arthur," Sara muttered, her throat growing tight at the thought of Callie never coming back to her.

Maybe they were cursed. The universe surely did not want them together at all.

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"Hey, Sir Drools-A-Lot, prepare the rest of your tin men to get ready to march!" Darhk yelled out as he looked at King Arthur standing on the ground before him. The king stared back at him with a blank look, no intention to do anything the man was demanding from him. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear," Damien warned, drawing his sword as a means of intimidation. Callie rolled her eyes, her hand resting on Rip's waist as she sat behind him on the black horse they had stolen.

"Prepare your men, King Arthur!" Rip yelled, the small device on his head flashing and beeping as he commanded the brain controlled men hurdling around them.

"As you wish, my liege. Prepare to march!" Arthur yelled to his men, obeying Rip without a single moment of hesitation. Callie scoffed, causing the other platinum blonde assassin to send her a deep glare. He knew that if she hadn't been important to their plan that he would have certainly killed her by now.

"Who knew these things would come in handy?"

"I can't hurt her," Sara warned the others beside her as she noticed Callie slashing her sword through another member of Arthur's court. "I could never hurt her," she muttered, before noticing the softened look on her teammates faces.

Nate placed a gentle hand on her arm as he unsheathed his sword at the same time Amaya did.

"You don't have to, we just need to get her back," he reminded her, knowing the pain she was going through from this all. Callie was different now. But they knew she was in there somewhere.

Callie swung around, dropping to her knees as she insoles another member of the court that hadn't been brainwashed. Listening to the man's groan, she felt the bloodlust inside her hum with satisfaction as she pulled the sword out of him. The movement sent even more blood flying up on her face, coating her with not only snow but the thick red liquid. It dropped down her face and around her mouth as she heard the familiar yell of Rip.

The devices had seemingly stopped working, and Rip was lying on the ground from his horse being attacked. He looked up to Darhk, pain scrawled across his face as he studied the older man.

"Damien..."

"Sorry, I don't do rescues," Damien told him, before turning his horse around and allowing Callie to jump into the saddle behind him. Despite losing Rip, he knew that losing Callie would be a larger mistake.

Sara watched them ride off, annoyed that she had came so close to being able to get to her girl. Looking back at Rip on the ground beneath her, she felt the warm blood soak her face.

"You're here to finish me off, Captain?" Rip asked, before the drones of the Waverider were heard above them. He quieter upwards, confusion written on his face as he studied the ship. "What are you doing?"

"Saving your life."

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Callie knew this was a bad idea. She was disobeying orders directly from her father and his partners by even considering what her plan consisted of. But she knew that Rip knew information that would only help the legends gain access to ruining more people's lives: the way Sara had ruined hers.

She paused for a second as she almost sneezed from the dust, before regaining her composure. She had crawled through vents on buildings before, but having managed to sneak on to a timeship and somehow manage not to get caught was certainly more impressive.

The sensation of crashing had certainly been weird, but she knew that staying quiet and still in the vents was a much wiser choice than showing her face too early. So she waited, waited long and hard until she heard a couple members of the team confirming that they had fixed the timedrive. She didn't want to be left stranded after she killed them all and saved Rip.

Reaching into her holster, Callie pulled her two glocks from her pocket as she jumped from the vents and into the bridge of the Waverider, her mask pulled tightly over her face and her hair tucked away to avoid them from realising who she was.

There were a couple of shouts from the team as the girl fell from the ceiling before she fired her first shot. Luckily Nate had managed to steel up, everyone yelling as the bullet bounced off his arm that was raised in front of Jax's forehead. It certainly would of killed him instantly.

The team sprung into action, Sara throwing herself behind the counter as she pulled out her gun to counter attack the sudden assailant.

"Ray, get Amaya, Jax and Stein out of the way!" She yelled, knowing that the two of them were the most vulnerable to bullets. The three all agreed, rushing out of the room while narrowly avoiding the rounds of bullets being aimed at them.

Mick lunged for Callie, the team still unaware that she was their current opponent. The girl spun, kicking him in the face and causing him to slide into Nate. The two went sliding across the ground, leaving only Sara still facing up against Callie.

They both stared at each other, fingers resting on the triggers as they studied each other.

Callie knew that she wanted the girl to see her face before she died. She wanted to know that Sara knew it was her who had killed her. She wanted her to look her in the eyes the way she had looked her brother in the eyes before killing him.

Callie reached up, her fingers grasping at her mask. Sara and Callie both got ready to take the shot.

And around the Waverider, one single shot was heard.