"Mick, hey Mick" Sarah voice came through the darkness

"Huh" Mick said opening one eye, the angry face of the Arrow swan into view "What's going on?"

"You fell asleep and she left" Oliver said coldly

"No, she put something in the tea" he tried to explain, he words where mumbled, his head was pounding like the worst hangover he ever had.

Sarah picked up his half empty cup and sniffed it

"He's right" she passed the cup to Oliver, who gave a confirmation sniff and nodded

All of them glanced around the room finally they saw the disturbed dirt from a large flower pot in the corner by the window.

"Yeah, I might have to get rid of that" Oliver said with a frown

"She can't have gotten far" Sarah injected

"She's the least of ours worries" Oliver sighing turning and heading back into his office, presumably to call some one

Sarah eyed Mick, she already looked exhausted

"Right let's get you back to med bay, I need to update the team anyway" she sighed

Mick got his self-set in the med bay, whilst Sarah called the others for an update. As he wondered to the bridge, Amya caught up to him

"Hey Mick, look who I caught on my way over here!"

He turned to see Amya with a cut on her head tugging the red headed Lady along.

"Well hello little Lady" he practically growled

"Mr Rory, I feel an apology is order" Lady Horrington said, giving a false smile as she gently tried to tug out of Amya's grip.

"Please don't worry about me" Amya said

"She give you that?" Mick frowned at the cut

"Flying dinosaurs' fine, Victorian lady with a brick? No chance" she gave the Lady a look.

"My apologies, I mistook you for a common robber" she said with what Mick was certain was sarcasm

Amya sighed

"Take her to the brig will you?" She shoved the redhead towards him.

The Lady stumbled and he caught her, for a moment they looked at each other silently before she stood up straight and pushed him away.

Mick blinked, and looked around but Amya was gone.

"Attacking me and my team, really don't want to go back, huh?" he asked as he wrapped his hand around her upper arm

"No I do not, thank you Mr Rory, you are the first person to actually ask me that" she said, much to his surprise

"Really?" he gave her a long hard look "That Lordly husband ain't so nice to you is he?"

She looked away and shuffled her feet, cheeks flushing a bit

"Yeah, well you don't have to tell me" he rushed, trying to ease the tension, letting go of her arm

"Thank you" she said quietly still not looking at him

He looked at her a look sizing her up, he wonder what type of man her husband was but decided it was none of his business

"Hey, how did you know that plant would do that to me?" he asked

Finally she looked at him

"Oh, I've studied horticulture, plants" she added when he gave a puzzled look "for several years now. Laurel plants may look pretty but they can be deadly"

"Don't I know it" Mick muttered

"I am sincerely sorry about the tea, Mr Rory" she seemed genuine this time

"I had a lot worse done by a lot uglier, and call me Mick" he paused "You want some more tea? Without the extra"

"Actually, Mick, I prefer something stronger if you have it" she brushed the skirts of her dress

"Lady, your singing my tune" he smiled, which was returned

"Everyone bridge now" Sarah's voice come over the intercom

Mick sighed and headed towards the bridge, gesturing for the Lady to follow.