Hiding Away - [action - locked to Savitar]

[bringstheheat]

Sara 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.

Comments

[vivifier]

The missing speedster booze, he'd missed right away. Pretty much when he decided to switch his hiding places (and who was he hiding them from, exactly? Himself?), he'd found some missing and well. The list of who could've taken them was pretty short. Either Cisco or Caitlin in a fit of trying to protect him from his own ridiculousness, Bart for god knows why or...well, probably not Kara.

So Mick. Probably Mick. Something to ask him about later.

Or now, he thinks later on when a Haircut Jr ends up at his door.