Characters: Mick Rory, Felicity Smoak

Genre: Friendship

Pairings: None

Notes: Set directly after Mick sides with the Legion and before they change everything with the spear

I needed Mick and Felicity friendship, okay?


He wasn't sure he wanted this, honestly. Being with the Legion.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, holding the spear and confronted with his deceased partner. Compared to the Legends, he had thought that the Legion would treat him as an equal, as the intelligent person he knew he was.

They hadn't.

It had started quickly, the jokes about his intelligence, the ridiculing of his drinking habits and the way he ate, how sometimes he couldn't pronounce things correctly. Snart hadn't stopped the jokes, had even smirked or laughed at a few of them, and it stung more than Mick cared to admit even to himself.

He wasn't sure what to do, who to turn to. Sure, he hadn't had it great with the Legends. But when he thought about it, Ray had been there for him. Amaya too. Even the old man, at times, as annoying and stuck up as he could be.

If he showed up there now, he wasn't even sure they would speak to them without shooting first. Not that he'd blame them.

Which was what found him standing silently in front of the sign for Star City, hands in his pockets and pod invisible behind him. He had left his gun inside of it and had his head ducked against the rain.

It always seemed to rain in Star City. Fitting.

A van pulled silently to a halt next to him and Mick glanced up, fingering the cell phone in his pocket and eyeing the driver with wariness as they hopped out and stepped around the van, an umbrella lifting to cover both of their heads. He let a small smile flicker over his face at the gesture.

"What happened?" Felicity asked softly.

He snorted and clenched his hands into fists, ducking his head again. "I think I fucked up," he muttered.

She led him into the back of the van and they sat just inside the open doors, rain pattering down around the outside and Felicity laying the umbrella out behind them to dry. She didn't make a snide remark about how he always fucked up, didn't comment on the fact that he was a criminal and they alwaysfucked up. All she said was, simply, "Why do you think that?"

He explained in hushed tones what had happened, how he had betrayed the Legends, gone with Snart and the others to the Legion. He expected her to hit a panic button, to get Oliver or Barry over there as fast as possible, but she didn't move save for the occasional nod. When he finished, he sat rigidly still, hands clutched together in his lap and teeth gnawing at his lower lip. Felicity was silent a moment before speaking.

"You think you should go back."

It wasn't a question, but Mick still nodded. Felicity hummed softly. "And you came…to me?"

He winced and leaned away from her. "I uh….didn't know…"

"Who else to turn to," she saved him from admitting. "Okay. You want my honest opinion, Mick?"

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

She cracked a smile at that and shook her head, ponytail bobbing. "I suppose it is. You're a good guy, Mick."

He snorted and she slapped him on the arm. With pretty much everyone else, he would have slapped back, but he remained still. "Shut up, I mean it. You literally helped save the world, Mick. And you have to remember, this Snart isn't the one you guys lost. He's…evil, for lack of a better word. You know that if he was still alive right now, he would have been helping fight off those aliens right alongside the rest of you."

Mick grunted in confirmation and Felicity twisted to face him, pushing her glasses up her nose and settling a hand on his arm. "I can't tell you what to do," she said gently. "But I can honestly say that I do think you belong with the Legends. With the heroes."

She said it without faltering, without even thinking about the words, and something about that made Mick's chest tighten with emotion. "If they're being rude to you, you need to speak up," she continued. "I know Ray doesn't think you're dumb; he told me about what you went through with the Time Masters, and the way he talked…"

Felicity hesitated, like she had said too much, and switched trains. "Talk to them. Explain why you did what you did. And if they still give you shit, send them to me. I'll set them straight."

Mick chuckled and shook his head. "Will do, Smoak. Uh…thanks."

He squeezed her hand gently and slid from the van, boots hitting the muddy ground and rain parting over him as Felicity once again lifted the umbrella over his head. She walked him back to the pod, eyes glinting as they ran over the futuristic tech, and nudged him before he could climb in. "When you guys come back…if you guys come back…what do you say we grab a coffee?"

A smile twitched on his lips. "You asking me on a date, Blondie?"

Felicity's nose wrinkled. "Nah. You're not really my type."

"Not green enough?"

Her face turned beet red and Mick laughed, lifting the cover of the pod and stepping inside. Felicity moved back and away and, as she lifted her hand to wave, vanished. Mick jumped and instantly shot his gaze to the van, which had also disappeared from existence. He looked towards Star City, only to find that the buildings had warped and changed, become different, and plumes of smoke rose that hadn't been there before.

"Fuck."

The Legion had struck.