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Amaya hadn’t even changed out of her clothing yet. She was still in shock, if she was being completely honest. Sure, she’d heard about the horrors that had been visited upon black people in this time period, but seeing it first hand was on a different level of chilling. Yes, they’d managed to help a bunch of people, which she considered a win. She thought of that woman, the one whose mother had been born in Zambesi, looking to her with utter confidence and faith that she could help them. The fact that they were safe and had refuge was a small comfort after the day she’d just had.

But she was thinking about the people they hadn’t been able to help, all the other people who were enslaved.

      Mick hadn’t liked his own reaction to what had happened. He wished he was more like the man he had been when he first came on this ship, someone callous and cruel. He still was, but less so... and where once he would have been happy about what had happened, now he was just... sad. And he hated that feeling. Hated the helplessness of it. 

      None of that mattered now though, because he wasn’t going to make it about him. That would make it too real. No, he was going to focus on Jax. God knew the kid had to be hurting more than any of them. Maybe even more than he had when they had lost Leonard. He and Leonard had had a connection, but not an outright psychic bond. There was something intimate about that, something that would feel - he assumed - like a part of yourself had been ripped out.

      So when Jax accused him of going soft, but accepted the affection anyway, Mick didn’t protest like he usually would, shifting slightly so that he could wrap an arm around the other, trying to relax his body instead of being an awkward mess of tense muscles. “Just for you. Don’t tell anybody else either, or I won’t be so soft.”

56.  “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

(I love your new icon and I need to pull out my old Rey holiday icon now since that’s my only holiday one)

“Grey, relax. It was no big deal.”

“You could have died, Jefferson,” Martin spat angrily as they walked down the halls of the Waverider. “If not for Mr. Rory, you would have been dead by now!”

“But I’m not,” Jax retorted. “Look, we transferred your powers to me. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. You can go home and be with your family.”

“That’s not the point,” Martin told him. “I may no longer be a half of Firestorm, but that does not erase the time I spent as it. You no longer have someone in your head to watch your back, Jefferson.”

Jax sighed. “I know that, but I’m doing fine. Plus, the team has my back.”

“Still,” Martin continued. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. You’re a part of my family, even if we are no longer bound together. Please, take care of yourself after I leave once Sara gets us back to Central City.”

“I promise,” Jax nodded. “But I’m going to miss you, Grey.”

He had been out, scouting the area around the place he considered his temporary home at the moment. It was a good place, clean and dry, comfortable even whenever he found one of the old oil rags the young man occasionally forgot about. 

He had been surprised to find food left for him one day, wondering whether or not it was safe to eat. But, judging by the tone of the man’s voice and the fact that he never tried to chase him off, he’d taken the risk and tried it. It was good food, a very welcome change to the diet of scrawny rats and mice he managed to catch around the garage.

When the young man entered the place, the fox immediately knew that something was different. He stayed hidden beneath one of the cars, watching as he stumbled through the shop... and then sat down on the floor. He didn’t look good and he had the very distinctive smell of sickness about him.

They’d managed to sit her down, and all but forced to watch through some stupid movie about two old people. Up. Dumb name. She’d only been about 10 minutes in, but she could feel them staring at her. she didn’t realize at first, but when Mick reached up to her face, her eyes were wet. She was crying?

Tearing out of there, after delivering a blow to Nate’s nose, she began to stalk the corridors until she found him.

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She hadn’t even wanted to be a part of Firestorm, but then Martin had been dying, and it had been worth a shot. And now she was glad she’d agreed. Martin was a good man, more than good. He was smart, and generous, and incredibly kind. And somehow they worked extremely well together, despite their wildly different backgrounds and upbringings.

Amaya exhaled an audible sigh of relief when he voiced that he didn’t regret it at all. “Yeah, I do miss her, and them.” She admitted. How could she not, when her mother, father and grandmother were all that’d she’d ever had? Especially after the particle accelerator shattered any chance at all of her getting a sports scholarship to college. 

She smiled at him. “But you’ve done a lot for me too, you know. I don’t want you to ever think that I’m not grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given as a result of this.”

He didn’t know why panic set in so quickly nowadays. Ever since he’d become the Flash, it was like a thousand things were constantly in his head. Fear, anger, people to save, people to lie to. It all built up. Caitlin and Cisco were the only ones right now who really knew that Barry had panic attacks, because usually he’d have them next to the treadmill, tucked away from view. And he usually calmed himself down too, it was just a tightness in his chest that he had to stop.