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ajremixTitle: In Matters of Grief
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG
Word Count: 350
Characters: Mick, Sara
Summary: Missing scene from Legends of Tomorrow 2.1, between leaving the docks and getting scattered.
Ray had wanted to stay by Mick's side until he was fully healed despite Gideon's insistence that he would be fine. The only reason he hadn't was because Stein had recognized the steadily homicidal glint in Mick's eyes and dragged Ray off. Which was fine because Sara hadn't wanted to do this in front of an audience anyway, especially if Ray was part of that audience.
She sat next to Mick, took a breath and said, "I'm sorry."
He grunted. "Just get 'im next time."
Sara couldn't help the puff of amusement because of course that would be Mick's first thought. "I intend to, but I'm sorry you got hurt."
That got her an odd look. "Why? Not the first time I been shot." He shifted and winced. "Forgot it hurts like hell."
Of all the things she had to deal with since that fight- Rip's quiet glare promising future lectures, Jax and Stein's uncomfortable silence and Ray's disappointed doe eyes -that was what caused her a painful lance of guilt. Because Mick had become so apathetic about everything he didn't understand why anyone cared if he got hurt. "You wouldn't have been if I was watching your back like I was supposed to."
Mick just grunted again. "Don't blame you. Woulda done the same." At her sideways look, Mick continued, "You think torching Savage once got all that pain out? I could burn him a thousand times and it wouldn't go away."
"What are you saying?" Sara asked, pretending her voice wasn't tight. "That getting revenge won't make me feel better?"
"The fuck do I know, I see shrinks, I don't play 'em. All I'm saying is you got a chance to save your sister and if I had that same chance, I'd do whatever it took to stop feeling like this." He pushed off the bed, Gideon protesting the wound hadn't been completely healed. "Stock up on drinkable alcohol, then I'll stay," he said, making his way toward the door.
Sara, because she had no right to judge how he was dealing with his loss, didn't stop him.
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG
Word Count: 350
Characters: Mick, Sara
Summary: Missing scene from Legends of Tomorrow 2.1, between leaving the docks and getting scattered.
Ray had wanted to stay by Mick's side until he was fully healed despite Gideon's insistence that he would be fine. The only reason he hadn't was because Stein had recognized the steadily homicidal glint in Mick's eyes and dragged Ray off. Which was fine because Sara hadn't wanted to do this in front of an audience anyway, especially if Ray was part of that audience.
She sat next to Mick, took a breath and said, "I'm sorry."
He grunted. "Just get 'im next time."
Sara couldn't help the puff of amusement because of course that would be Mick's first thought. "I intend to, but I'm sorry you got hurt."
That got her an odd look. "Why? Not the first time I been shot." He shifted and winced. "Forgot it hurts like hell."
Of all the things she had to deal with since that fight- Rip's quiet glare promising future lectures, Jax and Stein's uncomfortable silence and Ray's disappointed doe eyes -that was what caused her a painful lance of guilt. Because Mick had become so apathetic about everything he didn't understand why anyone cared if he got hurt. "You wouldn't have been if I was watching your back like I was supposed to."
Mick just grunted again. "Don't blame you. Woulda done the same." At her sideways look, Mick continued, "You think torching Savage once got all that pain out? I could burn him a thousand times and it wouldn't go away."
"What are you saying?" Sara asked, pretending her voice wasn't tight. "That getting revenge won't make me feel better?"
"The fuck do I know, I see shrinks, I don't play 'em. All I'm saying is you got a chance to save your sister and if I had that same chance, I'd do whatever it took to stop feeling like this." He pushed off the bed, Gideon protesting the wound hadn't been completely healed. "Stock up on drinkable alcohol, then I'll stay," he said, making his way toward the door.
Sara, because she had no right to judge how he was dealing with his loss, didn't stop him.
