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Canarywave— First Meeting AU— “I think I broke it.”

Sara looked to the man who had just wretched open her car door. She’d been going too fast. That was the given. But it was the other person who had ran the red light. Not her. They had hit her on the left side, but in the back and not the front. She had heard the glass crunch and the metal scrape. She tasted blood. She was pretty sure she had cuts all over her face. She’d bitten her tongue on impact. The seatbelt had kept her mostly firmly in place but if the car had hit her closer to her driverside door she’d be hurt a lot worse. She felt the desire to pass out but did her best to stay awake. She may not have finished her nursing degree but she knew that if she could fight passing out she would... Who knew what would happen as soon as she let her eyes close.

“Ma’am... Can you hear me?”

“I think I broke it...”

“Ma’am?”

“My arm,” she said, looking at the firefighter that’d opened her door, eyes wide with fear. He had such a serious look on his face. Serious and angry. Like he was looking for a fight. “I think I broke it...”

“Wasn’t you. Was the jackass who ran the light...”

“I was speeding,” she murmured. Her eyes were starting to flutter. 

“Hey, now, stay awake. At least until we get you to the docs at medical.”

“I...” She blinked away the black spots in front of her eyes. “I’ll try.”

He backed away and she reached out, clutching his arm. 

“Don’t leave me!”

“I’ll be right here. Let the EMT’s get you stabilized, all right?”

Sara nodded and soon she was out of the car. She had a collar on her for her neck, just to be safe, and her arm wrapped up tight because they’d confirmed that it was broken. Once on the gurney she frantically looked around for the man. For some reason she just needed him by her side. She wasn’t sure what to call it. Some sort of heroic worship because he’d been the one to open her door? She didn’t know. But as if he knew she was looking for him he was there.

“Hey there, Blondie, everything is looking good. You’re going to be okay.”

“Gotta get her to medical, Rory.”

“I know, Kid,” said Mick to a young man. Sara focused in and saw the name Jackson on his name patch on his shirt. “Take good care of her.”

“Can’t you come with?” asked Sara, tears suddenly in her eyes.

“Not protocol,” he said, and she knew that, but she felt the panic and the tears fell. “Hey, Hey... None of that. Who can I call for you, huh?”

“No one... I... I don’t have anyone...”

“Mick, we gotta go,” said Jackson. 

“Just one damn second,” muttered Mick. He looked down at her. Her ID had said Sara. “Look, Sara, I’ll come by in a bit and check on you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered, and then, she closed her eyes and let the blackness take her. She wasn’t sure how long she was out but when she opened them again she was in a dark room. She slowly looked around. She saw the IV drip going into her arm. The BP monitor. Her arm was in a temporary splint until it could be put in a cast and her face hurt like a bitch. When she finished her sweep of the room she stopped when her eyes landed on a large form, still half in his gear, slouched in a chair. She smiled when seeing him and cleared her throat. He woke up with a slight start. “You stayed?”

“Yeah, well, I made a promise didn’t I?”

“It was silly. I was delirious. Concussed.”

“Yeah, well...” He smirked, rising from his chair, his knees and back cracking with the movement. “Wanted to make sure you were good.”

“Thank you...” Sara trailed off, waiting for a name.

“Mick. Mick Rory.”

“Thank you, Mick.”

“Sure there is no one to call?” he asked. “They contacted your sister in Star City. She’ll be here tomorrow. I dunno if you have a roommate or...”

Her groan of despair had him stopping.

“You called my sister?”

“Wasn’t me. Was the Docs.”

“Dammit...”

“Not on good terms?” he asked with a slight smirk. 

“Nope. My family hates me. I... I did a lot of shitty things. I left a long time ago.”

“I doubt they hate you. Your sister is coming,” said Mick... Sara bit her bottom lip, worrying it. “Sara... If it were my sister... Well, if I had a sister... I’d want to be there.”

“No siblings?”

“Had a brother. He died in a fire.”

“Oh... I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

They stayed in silence for a while. Mick was finding himself getting attached. This girl was alone. Just like him. While her family wasn’t dead like his... She still had no one here for her. Or at least felt like she had no one. Two orphans who happened to meet because some dipshit didn’t want to wait two minutes at a light and be late for a meeting. Well, he never made it to the meeting, and was two doors down with a room full of friends and family all while Sara had been alone. Mick hadn’t liked that one bit... And Amaya had to push him away from that door before he did something stupid. 

“Wanna see what’s on TV?” asked Sara. “I’m wide awake now. Until they hit me up with more morphine.”

“Visiting hours will be over soon.” Mick sat back in the chair. “I know a nurse who works here. Amaya. I think she’ll let me stay a little longer. At least until the end of Kimmel.”

“You mean Fallon, right?” argued Sara.

“Hah... Sure... Fallon it is.”

That was the one, sole thought running though Sara’s head as she drank. The taste of the scotch was welcome. Her mind continued to race over what’d happened that day. Replayed missed opportunities that could have led to a different outcome. While Jax, the Professor, and the others continued to put blame on Mick...

Sara was putting the blame on herself. 

What Ray said rang true. How they’d treated him these past few months finally caught up to them. Sara had teased him as a sister would a brother. Or so that was what she’d been telling herself. She’d been mean. She’d been, in no other words, a bully: and it was now biting her in the ass. 

She remembered, now. The way he’d looked at her. When the others had said they didn’t trust him. As if he’d been waiting for her and her alone to say she believed in him. That what they’d been through from bar fights to losing Snart meant something. Instead... Instead she’d let her power. Her new role as leader... Cloud her judgement. She’d let doubt dictate how she talked to him. Because she knew what he’d been feeling. If it had been Laurel standing there... She took another drink to erase that thought.

She’d handed him the spear on the battlefield right before he went rogue. She really had trusted him. She still did. In a way. How many times could a guy be knocked down before he lashed back? She now knew how Snart felt when he’d had to deal with Mick the first time.

“He wants to change his past.” Sara looked up from her drink to stare at Amaya. “We talked. Before. He said the call of the spear was that of his dead parents. To not play with fire...”

“He wants to save his family?” asked Sara. “From-”

“-himself,” finished Amaya. 

Sara nodded, doing her best to not feel defeated. 

“I let him down,” she admitted. 

“We all did,” amended Amaya. “I am sorry. For what I said earlier. I let my anger-”

“I deserved it. We-”

Then, it was in that moment, time changed. Sara blinked before looking around. The leather of her outfit creaked with her movement, before she looked at her partner. She quirked a brow before taking a sip of her drink. It took her a moment to focus. Had she really been daydreaming? She hadn’t done that since she was a young, stupid fool on the Queen’s yacht. 

“So who’s our latest target?” she asked. 

“Someone named Dr. Ray Palmer,” said Amaya, slapping down a file on the table before drawing out a blade. She idly started twisting it in her hand. “Darhk says he’s a threat to the League.”

Crystal Worlds - 3 meses online

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Crystal Worlds - 3 meses online

Foro de rol basado en el universo Final Fantasy. Crea tú propio protagonista de la saga en este foro de estética anime y disfruta roleando en un entorno de fantasía única.

Crystal Worlds - ¡Novedades veraniegas!

Nuestro foro sigue día a día creando nuevo contenido para nuestros jugadores y para todos los usuarios interesados en rolear dentro de este rinconcito que hemos creado con todo nuestro cariño. Todo un homenaje a la saga Final Fantasy, con la que hemos crecido.

En esta ocasión hemos añadido, además de tablillas personalizadas de relaciones y cronologías para los personajes, un refrescante evento donde conseguir una premio muy simpático y la oportunidad para que los guerreros midan sus fuerzas en El Coliseo de Ul’dah. Fama, gloría y arena os esperan.

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Crystal Worlds ¡1 mes online!

Foro de rol anime basado en el universo Final Fantasy

Parece mentira pero sí: hemos cumplido nuestro primer mes online. Y ojo, que con este calor, la pandemia, los Sin Eater, los Oni y la siempre presente amenaza del Imperio de Garlemald no era nada fácil, ¿eh?

Te invitamos a pasarte por nuestro foro y unirte a esta pequeña familia en nuestro foro basado en el universo de Final Fantasy. Hemos añadido nuevo contenido y más cosas que esperan en las próximas semanas, así que… ¿a qué estás esperando? ¡Únete a la aventura en Crystal Worlds!

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