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

[bringstheheat]

"You remind me of him. Sometimes." Then he shuts his eyes and shakes his head because no no no, he's not going there. Mick sets his jaw. Stay awake. Keep moving. He can do that.

"Yeah. Yeah I got it."

[vivifier]

Savitar knows better than to poke at that thread. Maybe later, when people aren't sick and dying, but now? Ha ha. No. "Good." He gets out of the car, over to the other side to help Mick out of it. Then, making their way to the apartments.

[bringstheheat]

It's a struggle, to stay on his feet and keep them moving forward. Hangover plus temporal radiation does not make for easy walking but damnit he's going to try. If he focuses on that he doesn't have to think about what he's lost. Who he's lost.

[vivifier]

It takes forever, but eventually they get to Savitar's apartment. Where he'll help Mick lay down on the couch and go to get some ice and some water.