Rosetta was barely three years old when she was found in a dark alleyway, covered in dirt and blood, crying for a mother who was no longer alive and in fact lying dead with a bullet between her eyes. The attacker was long gone, so the Time Council picked the child up and took her away for a new life of time travel.

She was just thirteen when she met the tall, bespectacled Miranda Coburn who was just a lanky and awkward as her and they became fast friends. One was not seen without the other, and they were inseparable, everyone joked that they were twins who were separated at birth. 

At the age of sixteen, Rosetta knew she wasn't completely straight. The young woman who had been her best friend for three years, was now turning into a crush. Not a silly little 'girl crush' after a girl she admired, no, Rosetta wanted to spend the rest of her life with Miranda.

At the age of eighteen, Miranda told Rosetta that she wasn't interested in men, whilst secretly Rosetta rejoiced. She wasn't alone in her feelings, and the two decided that in the eyes of everyone else they would be friends, but only they could know about their love for one another.

Now well in her twenties, Rosetta knew it was wrong. Good lord, this was wrong. So then why did it feel so right?

So good?

If Miranda was the forbidden fruit, then Rosetta was the impressionable Eve and the Time Masters could only be the Snake which was the evil Lucifer in disguise. Miranda was exactly that: Rosetta's forbidden fruit, her raison d'etre, her life and soul and no devil would part them.

She was head over heels in love with a woman in a place where love alone was punished by death. To not only be in love, but to be in love with another woman made Rosetta an outcast, a freak among the students who caught whispers that the two best women in the whole council were romantically involved. Surely if anyone found out for real, they would be met with a fate worse than death.

Between hidden kisses, quick touches and the forbidden dance they did in the shadows, the two kept strictly professional with each other in plain sight. That was until Rosetta was foolish enough to savour Miranda's lips in a corridor and they got caught by a man who the pair had once called their mentor.

They ran, hijacking the Waverider, complete with Gideon, the sassy but caring AI and fled for their lives. They explored the world together, and enjoyed every single minute they spent together no matter where or when they were in time.

But all was not well.

The Time Masters had followed them everywhere, and whilst they were hiding out in the Time Stream, somewhere in the late 21st century, they were found and Rosetta was literally torn from the grasp of her lover and left to die in the Old West town of Calvert, where the Time Masters thought she would live the rest of her days in misery and solitude, angry and bitter about her lost love.

They were right.

They were right until a man named Jonah Hex rode into town at high noon on a black steed to collect a bounty and had once  ignited the feelings that Rosetta thought she only felt for Miranda.

Love.