Hiding Away - [action - locked to Savitar]
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time_fragment_mainSara was gone.
Snart was gone.
Hell, the flock of hatchlings were gone with the exception of little Haircut.
Training in Egypt wasn't helping. Watching the fire curl around his limbs and obey his commands wasn't helping. So Mick slipped from the apartment. Ghosted from one place to another. Drinking. Eating. Trying to fill the empty chasm in his chest left as the two people who had been his anchors, his touchstones, had been ripped away yet again.
Even stealing a supply of speedster booze hadn't helped.
He was tired. He was sick and exhausted. A fever making the world swim and an ache settling into his joints like they were made of ground glass. So as Mick slips into a feverish doze, he barely notices the way Haircut Jr flies off, tiny alarmed chirps filling the air.
He can find help.
Somewhere.
Snart was gone.
Hell, the flock of hatchlings were gone with the exception of little Haircut.
Training in Egypt wasn't helping. Watching the fire curl around his limbs and obey his commands wasn't helping. So Mick slipped from the apartment. Ghosted from one place to another. Drinking. Eating. Trying to fill the empty chasm in his chest left as the two people who had been his anchors, his touchstones, had been ripped away yet again.
Even stealing a supply of speedster booze hadn't helped.
He was tired. He was sick and exhausted. A fever making the world swim and an ache settling into his joints like they were made of ground glass. So as Mick slips into a feverish doze, he barely notices the way Haircut Jr flies off, tiny alarmed chirps filling the air.
He can find help.
Somewhere.
