Well it's been a long time since I wrote anything fanfiction, but the recent Legends of Tomorrow ship Mick X Amaya (Foxfire) has given me all kinds of fun ideas so I thought why not write them down as a series of one-shots… Some will be related to what's happened in the show, some will be my own invention. I apologise if I'm rusty haha XD

I Like the way you Flirt

"Where are all the knives!?" Mick roared.

All he wanted was to put the last little bit of mayo left in the jar on his sandwich, the 3rd one he'd had that day, and of course everyone had taken all the knives. Mostly for food he knew, but Mick also had a strong suspicion that Sara was behind both their disappearance and the new holes in the library wall; she always told them throwing knives helped her think.

Just as he was about to go and interrogate the rest of the team for the whereabouts of said knives and accuse them of delaying his having said sandwich, he was suddenly yanked back and felt the familiar cool press of a large blade at his neck.

"Ooh! Ooh, there's one!" He laughed at the irony. Yes, he knew what irony was but would never tell the team he wasn't as dumb as they thought, and it also meant he never had to do much other than be the muscle and pyro guy.

"Look, if this is about me takin' all the mayonnaise you may be slightly over-reacting." He drawled, buying himself some time to figure out his next move to get out of the headlock he was in.

Mick knew this person wasn't a fellow Legend, and it wasn't because they had him by the throat. No, this persons' hands felt too soft to be Sara's, he'd sparred with her enough times to know that. He supposed it might have been Haircut, (he'd seen that hand moisturiser he used and nearly gagged at the lack of masculinity), but the height was all wrong, plus Raymond didn't have it in him to be particularly threatening to him even when seriously pissed off. Come to think of it this person was far too short to be anyone else on the team either. She had to be a woman now that he thought about it, he could smell her perfume in this proximity, it was floral but also spiced; had an edge to it. It was nice, but bold too.

"You killed him!" the woman angrily hissed in his ear. Yep that was definitely a woman; she sounded really hot. She also sounded familiar and she had a little husky, but feminine, edge in her voice; might be the emotions she felt leading her to come up behind him and try to slice his throat like a ninja. He loved ninjas, but he wasn't ready to be killed by any just yet, so he kept her distracted.

"Killed him?" He asked confused, who the hell was she talking about? Sure he'd recently roasted a few Nazi's, had a lot of fun doing it, but he didn't know anyone who would be upset over that.

"I've killed lots of people, you're gonna have to be a little more specific," Mick flipped her, her arms slipping over his head effectively releasing his neck from her strong grasp, and sent her spinning down to the ground.

He recognised her as one of those righteous Justice Society of America dorks, with their fancy costumes and their, "I'm so full of goodness and justice that I shit rainbows and stardust, and wipe my ass with the finest quality silk made from the tears of the oh so grateful, whilst also signing human rights bills."

Vixen, he remembered her being called. Well she certainly lived up to her name; Damn. She was sly and deadly silent when she moved, tough as nails, and freakin' stunning. She looked seriously pissed at him, her angry dark chocolate eyes held in them the flames he loved so much, but it was making him nearly piss his pants right now. He could see that she meant to kill him. She reached her slender hand up towards her neck and touched that spiked, tribal-esque, necklace she wore. An explosion of strange blue mist pooled around her, shaping to form a humongous Mountain Gorilla, its roar terrible and deafening. Mick just stared wide eyed at her as the blue haze engulfed her, she was looking all wild and murderous, and he was half scared shitless, half seriously turned on.

Momentarily mesmerised, he only just recovered in time to defend himself when she came at him blade first. He managed to block her, but she had grabbed him by the collar and sent his body flying across the room as if he weighed less than the knife she held. He skimmed the table and slammed down hard onto his back on the opposite side of the room.

She came running at him like a fierce tigress, trying to take a few chunks out of his skin as she swiped at him with her weapon. He only just managed to dodge out of the way, almost sure she grazed him once or twice. She became visibly frustrated that she couldn't get at him, and suddenly dealt him a hard kick to the chest, effectively causing him to fall flat on his ass. Disorientated for a few moments Mick looked up to see her come full force at him just about ready to pounce on him and land the killing blow.

She was a sight to behold, and the dark part of him almost wanted to see her follow through with it just to see what she'd look like once she'd claimed her victory over him. He imagined that she would look as smug and as happy as a lioness feasting over her prey. Or maybe she'd revert back into herself, be sad-kitten-like, and realise that she'd killed, without remorse, a man who (well, in this case at least) was innocent of the crime she'd accused him of. Would she regret it? Would she be sad over him? He didn't think for a second that she'd cry, strong as she was. But he knew her iron-clad sense of good and morality would cause her to blame herself, going over it in her head over and over again perhaps for years, realising she'd got it wrong about him when her very foundation of justice would normally make her judgement unclouded by emotion and prejudice.

Mick was still watching her advance, unable to stop her, unable to move himself away from harm. He was transfixed on her, she was both terrifying and beautiful. It all happened in a blur after that moment. A man made of, what looked like, metal suddenly grasped Vixen by the forearm, stopping her in her tracks and allowing Mick to snap out of his shocked state. He watched as Vixen didn't hold back on her new adversary; who Mick realised was the pretty-boy, historian guy, Nate. Metal chinked on metal, as Vixen went to stab him, sending sparks flying. Realising her attack was futile she looked in dismay at the newly Shiny Nate, who proceeded to knock her out before anything else happened.

Once Mick had regained himself he looked at Shiny Nate, glad he hadn't asked about why Mick hadn't defended himself at that last moment, and asked dumbfounded, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I really don't know" Nate said, clearly just as freaked out as Mick was about the whole thing.

Enough crazy things had happened to Mick already today but seeing Nate turn into metal was just the cherry on top of the crazy cake. Grateful as he was that he wasn't dead thanks to Nate, all he wanted to do now was take his damn sandwich, forget the knives, he didn't have to have the stupid mayo anyways.

Soon enough the rest of the team showed up after they had regained consciousness. Apparently Vixen (or Amaya as the rest of the team kept calling her, as if she was a friend that hadn't just tried to murder him. Hot as that was, he wasn't gonna rush into that again anytime soon) had knocked them all out before going to kill Mick.

That was seriously impressive to Mick considering that she'd managed to creep up on everyone on board the Wave-rider, un-alerted by Gideon the A.I., and knock out not only everyone on board but a trained Assassin no less. She'd earned the title badass several times over, and although he was seriously pissed off that she'd tried to kill him and very nearly succeeded (which he wasn't going to admit to anyone), he found himself begrudgingly respecting her fighting skills. She'd be a seriously good partner to have on a mission, or on a heist, not that he'd ever tell her that, assuming she'd listen whist trying to murder him.

"You alright Mick?," Ray looked at him, concerned about his buddy, "Seems like she shook you up a bit, huh?"

Mick just shrugged whilst staring down at his un-eaten sandwich, the main cause for concern in Ray; a Mick Rory that wasn't eating when food was in front of him was a troubled Mick Rory and everyone should be very worried. Mick didn't want to admit that Amaya had shaken him up a little in more ways than he even realised himself yet.

So all he said was "Don't worry your pretty head, Haircut. I'm sure that's just how she flirts, ya'know, beating the crap outta the people she likes."

Ray nodded with a strange look on his face that said he was certain that wasn't what she'd intended, and was a little weirded out that holding a knife to someone's throat and beating them up was Mick's idea of flirting.

Mick decided he didn't mind so much the way Amaya flirted; as long as it didn't end up with him dead and all; and as he continued thinking about it, the sandwich remained untouched.

Please R&R :D. Thanks for reading, hope it wasn't terrible or OOC XD haha