Summary: Before Chronos / Mick Rory plucks Snart form the Waverider he finds OC (she has no name) in the medbay and has to deal with her. In this story the OC has a certain bond and or connection with Mick.

A/N: I just watched two season of the Legends of Tomorrow and decided to write a small one shot. I am dabbeling with an idea to make this an entire story but I am not sure. I want to finish Choices (my Sherlock fanfiction) first. So I decided to write this for now. Hope you like it.


Not your fault


She looks so small now, pinned against the wall. Her fingers scratching at the metal encased hand around her throat. Her feet kicking into his chest with little effect. He toward over her, his mask hiding his identity from her, but the recognition in her eyes told him it didn't work.

"Mick"

Her voice sounded broken and pained as she whispered his name. Her form was shaking as her lungs struggled to fill with air.

"Mick. It is me."

She begs him to recognize her, to realise who she is and to let her go.

"Mick, please. I know it is you. Mick."

A part of him is horrified at the small tears that are drawing streaks over her dirty cheeks. A part of him is horrified how incredibly terrified she looks at him. A part of him hates to see the desperation written all over her young face. A part of him hates the sound of her gasping for air. But a part of him, a bigger part of him, doesn't care.

"Mick. Stop. You don't have to do this."

Her struggles are becoming weaker and he hoist her from the ground. Immediately she grabs his wrist and tries to support herself. Trying to keep him from choking her.

"Mick."

She searches for him. She looks for a spark of recognition in his form, anything that will let her know that he is still in there.

"Mick, it is me."

"I know."

When he speaks his voice is distorted, metallic, not his own. It sounds like poison in his ears and he knows what will come next. It sickens him as he says the words but still he says them. He doesn't mean them, and yet he does.

"I just don't care."

She stops fighting. Her hands are still wrapped tightly around his wrist but she doesn't struggle anymore. She hangs limp in his grip, legs dangling underneath her.

"I know that isn't true."

He doesn't answer to the softness in her voice.

"Oh god. What did they do to you?"

He squeezes a little harder causing her to choke slightly more. She looks him right in the eye and brings her palm against his helmet.

"It is okay Mick."

She gasps.

"I know this isn't you. It isn't your fault. I don't blame you."

Even now, as he is squeezing the life out of her she is trying to comfort him. Even know that he is slowly cutting of her air supply, cursing her windpipe, she hasn't given up on him.

"I love you Mick. And I forgive you."

She has barely gasped the sentence when his fist closes around her neck. The soft crunch of her wind pipe collapsing fills the room as she goes limp in his hand. The hand that had been cupping his face fell to the side and her fingers realised his wrist. He released her and she hit the floor with a soft thumb. Her body falling in a heap.

He bends down till he is level with her face. The long brown locks and fallen over her face, covering it. With his metal hand he pushes the locks behind her ear and closes her eyes. A part of him breaks as he leaves here there, on the cold metal ground of the waveriders med bay. He had to go get Snart.


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A/N: If you read my fanfiction 'Loosing all controle' (Supernatural) or Choices (Sherlock) you might realise I love fanfictions where one of the characters has no real controle over their actions and hurts someone they care about.