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“Hm,” grunted Mick.
By now, Sara already knew him for long enough to discern his grunts in moods or level of disdain; sometimes figuring out even full sentences, and this one raised concern.
“What is it?” she asked. Not that she expected an answer.
She was met by silence. A long moment passed before Mick said something again.
“Nothing.”
Great.
That was his city. Not from birth, but it became later, after he met Lenny, after he had nowhere and no one to come back for. After that first fire.
If Sara had learned one thing from those crooks, it was to trust their guts as blindly as she trusted hers.
She would have to keep an eye on him.
On another note, it was nice to be somewhen where Christmas wasn’t just another name for “her birthday”. Those were times she didn’t miss in her ordinary life. How was it that people were so obsessed with the passing of time? So far, she’d lived at least three lifetimes, and human count insisted on saying that she was 28. Human count had nothing on life. It had nothing on living.
“Can we just do the thing and hit the road already?” asked Mick. If he bothered to put that many words together, there was more than nothing going on then, as Sara had suspected from the beginning.
The time aberration that brought them there had something to do with Central City’s museum, and the Legends had moved in sync so far. All they had to do was to retrieve an object and be gone.
Retrieving objects was Mick’s thing, so he was the leader this time. He had instructed Ray, and had Sara and Amaya to flank them, just in case.
“Haircut is shitty in a fight,” he had argued. Sara and Amaya knew. Ray protested, butit ended up being the four of them anyway. The rest of the team was plan B.
They did the thing without having to punch their way out, which for once Sara was glad about.
It was Christmas, it was snowing, and it wasn’t her birthday. The day might just be perfect.
As they were leaving the museum, an alarm went off a couple of buildings down. Central City’s bank was being robbed and soon the police would be there, they would arrest a kid left behind by his band of robbers. Neither Gideon nor the paper had informed them of the kid’s name.
Mick grunted again.
“I was hopping not to see this,” he mumbled to Amaya, and Sara saw her frown.
From the top of the building, they lingered for a little longer and observed the robbers going out through the back, the last one letting the door lock behind him before the kid could reach it. The police skidded on ice less than a minute later and then, within another minute or two they were pushing the kid outside and into the car.
It was a boy, small and skinny even under so many layers of clothes wearing a dark parka that made him disappear. His face was the perfect mix of anger and betrayal as he looked up at the sky. Snowflakes fell on his curly dark hair.
“It’s Snart,” Raymond said. Not a question, not a surprised exclamation.
They all looked at Mick and he nodded once. His self control innot going after Leonard’s father, or simply going to open that door in a last minute attempt of saving his future partner, was incredible.
Sara knew why.
She could tell most of it was because of the infinite time of training Mick had when he worked for the Time Masters, but deep down she knew why he was so centered tonight.
Somewhere near here, sometime near now, sixteen years old Mick would be fourteen years old Leonard’s only chance of living. More importantly, somewhere near here, sometime near now, Leonard would be Mick’s only home.
The police car sped away. It was cold out there on the rooftop, and Jax came with the jump ship to rescue. Inside, they learned that their time aberration had been caused by another piece of the puzzle that Darkh was putting together. They didn’t know if it had been planted there or if they actually found it first, but they would wait to see.
Back at the Waverider, a party surprised Sara.
Sometimes, time could wait.