Amaya looked up after a minute only to find Mick's deep green eyes waiting for her.
"No," she answered but said nothing more.
"So they don't know?" His low voice rumbled out the question and it was all Amaya could do to keep from rolling her eyes.
"What do you think?" She practically snapped before calming herself. "No, they don't, and I would appreciate it if we could keep it that way." She said and in response Mick hummed in thought, leaving Amaya to sit there and wait for his actual answer.
"Fine," he agreed, "And sorry for biting you, by the way." He said and he was. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, not really. It was just that in that moment he had wanted her to understand how hard controlling the beast is for him. He still does, but the guilt that he hadn't felt in the moment was definitely starting to set in.
"Yeah well," Amaya murmured before getting to her feet, "Can't do anything about it now." She told him while making her way briskly for his door, leaving him alone with his regrets once she was gone.
Well, almost alone.
"Ouch," the sarcastic voice snapped the pyromaniac's attention over to the area where his chair rested, which the ghost of Leonard Snart was leaning casually against. "She sounds mad."
"Well maybe that's because I turned her into a werewolf." Mick snapped but the vision simply rolled his eyes.
"If you're trying to blame you being bitten in the first place on me you're more delusional than I thought." Leonard drawled, letting Mick know that something must really be wrong with his head if the delusion was calling him delusional. "Come on Mick," the vision insisted in an almost sympathetic voice that Mick hadn't expected. "She's never going to understand you, I've known you for thirty years and even I don't understand you."
For once Mick didn't respond to the ghost. He didn't tell it to shut up, didn't defend his odd friendship with Amaya, he just sat there. He knew that the ghost was right, and he didn't like how he felt that fact tearing him apart inside.
The vision was right about one thing for certain, Amaya was mad. The team would blame Mick's attack on her as an act of mindlessness, and although she really shouldn't she would let them. But she knew that he was completely aware of what he was doing. Most of it was self-defense, or at least she was giving him the benefit of the doubt that it was, but she knew that bite to her shoulder had been intentional. She had seen it in his eyes, and after he turned her the disorientation had cleared up quickly enough that there was no way he wasn't in his right mind by the time he bit her.
Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts when she saw Nate coming down the hall.
"Hey," he said, "So uh… how are you feeling?" He asked awkwardly and maybe if she weren't already in an annoyed mood from Mick she would've found it funny. But unfortunately she was already annoyed with Mick and he could probably tell that by the frown on her face as she sagged her shoulders and huffed out a sigh.
"Better," she admitted, trying to look on a brighter note in all this. "The wolf is easier to control during the day, but it's still there." She said and he nodded.
"Ok, don't freak out." He said, quickly putting his hands up as if to forewarn from alarm. "But, I think we might have a plan for reversing the effects of… whatever is doing this."
"And why would I freak out about that?" Amaya asked, although she was very skeptical of such a plan if they still have no idea what is causing this epidemic.
"Because to start, we need to take some of your blood." He said,
"Ok let's go," She readily agreed and apparently that was not the response Nate had been expecting. "What?" She asked,
"Nothing," Nate replied, "I just didn't think you would be so willing to let us jab you full of needles."
"I'm pretty sure blood work only requires one needle," She said, taking half a step closer to him. "But you're right." She went on, "Mick and I are infected which means that we might be the best shot at figuring out what's going on."
While Nate, Ray, and Amaya worked on finding a cure, or at least an explanation, to the werewolf problem, and Mick was still yet to come out of his room, Jax, Stein, and Sara were back in the town and doing all that they could to help the residents prepare for another potential night of werewolf attacks.
Sara was helping the staff at the asylum while Jax and Stein worked with the rest of the town, urging families to bring out all of their silver and leave it outside their doors tonight as a means of defense.
"How is it that there seems to be no law enforcement doing anything about this?" Stein questioned in his normal, though slightly exasperated, voice.
"I think half of them were turned into wolves, and the rest are too scared to do anything." Jax reasoned and Stein nodded before he felt a small tug on the leg of his pants.
Looking down the two halves of Firestorm saw a little girl, her dirty blonde hair falling in a mess of tangles around her face and her clothes noticeably stained with blood that more than likely wasn't her own.
"Oh, um, hello." Stein said but the little girl didn't respond with words, or at all for that matter. She actually looked as though she were suddenly having second thoughts on approaching the two men and considering turning and running away.
"Where are your mom and dad?" Jax asked gently and the little girl, instead of answering, raised her arms in a silent request to be lifted.
Understanding the request Jax bent down and picked her up, and once she was securely in his arms and he had straightened up she leaned over and whispered something into his ear.
"Oh," he said quietly once she had spoken and he turned to Stein. "Her mom and dad were bitten last night." He informed the older man.
"And it's likely that there are others like her," Stein said as the grave realization dawned on him.
"What should we do?" Jax questioned, still yet to put the little girl down.
"Miss Lance?" The sound of her name suddenly coming through the comms startled the blonde, not that her body language showed it of course.
"What is it Stein?" She asked as quietly and discretely as possible. While the boys were either in town working with the people or on the Waverider working with Amaya, Sara had returned to the asylum to help with security on the doors of some yet to be turned patients, and thus the hallway of a building which is used to lock up the insane probably was not the best place for her to be caught talking to herself.
"We've run into a child, she says that she is four-years-old, and as of last night her entire family has been turned into werewolves." Stein explained and Sara sighed, not exactly thrilled about the prospect of suddenly having yet another problem that needs immediate dealing with.
"Where is she now?" The blonde asked,
"Still with us, but we fear that there may be other children facing the same predicament." The Professor informed, not that such a fear wasn't obvious to Sara.
"Just keep her with you for now, you're going around everywhere and telling people how to defend themselves, odds are you'll find any more kids with that issue in the process." She decided, as always the general understanding was that no one outside of the team ever saw the Waverider unless such a thing were completely unavoidable. The way Sara looked at things they wouldn't be that desperate until nightfall, and hopefully by then Ray, Nate, and Amaya will have found a solution to their problem.
"Ok," Nate said as he applied some gauze and medical tape to Amaya's arm, "Hopefully this will help us figure out what's happening to these people." He said as he handed the sample of blood to Ray who placed it into the med bay's futuristic centrifuge and they waited for it to analyze.
"So you guys think that Dark, Merlyn, and the Speedster are trying to destroy California?" Amaya questioned, while Ray was taking her blood Nate had informed her about what she had missed on the bridge when she was busy with Mick.
"Yup." Ray replied
"Why?" She asked, just about as confused by the seemingly random plan as the rest of the team.
"Not sure," Nate said, "But my theory is that they came back to this time period in order to use tomorrow's earthquake to their advantage for spreading the wolves all throughout California and maybe a few other places on the West Coast. After all it's only going to be another four years before movie making out on the East Coast start's getting too expensive thanks to big business and film makers will start moving out here where it's cheaper. But if vicious werewolves overrun Hollywood and all the surrounding areas then I highly doubt that is going to happen." He said and when he did he and Ray looked at each other, because apparently this was the first time Nate was voicing his theory out loud.
"You think they want to stop California from being further settled?" Ray asked and Nate simply shrugged.
"I don't know," He admitted, "But I mean they've had stranger plans-"
"No, Nate," Ray said, eyes wide and his head shaking. "Stein asked why Malcolm would want to destroy his home decades before he's even born, what if that's the plan?" He asked, however Amaya and Nate only looked to be very confused by the prospect.
"How would that make any sense?" The historian finally asked.
"Because," Ray began, "Malcolm isn't the only one originally from California."
Again neither Nate nor Amaya understood what it was that he was getting at, but after a moment Nate seemed to finally understand.
"You, me, and Sara." He finally realized and Ray nodded.
"If our ancestors never move out to California," Ray began,
"And with it as a wasteland I doubt we would ever be inclined to do so ourselves." Nate interrupted,
"There's no telling how different our lives will be," Ray warned.
"Or if we'll even be born," Nate offered,
"We may never be recruited for the Legends." Ray finished but the look on Nate's face told that his thoughts were far more severe at the moment.
"Forget us being recruited," he said, "None of us know very much about Captain Hunter's past, for all we know there might not even be any Legends if we don't stop this."
For a moment he and Ray simply stared at each other, Amaya staring at them and wondering if it's possible that Jax and Stein aren't the only two on this ship with a psychic connection, before Ray broke the silence.
"We need to tell Sara," he announced and Nate barely had time to nod before the two of them were scrambling out of the med bay.
Amaya, still sitting in the medical chair as her two friends raced off, sighed and pressed a finger to the comm that they apparently had forgotten they had, most likely along with the fact that Sara was all the way out at the asylum at the moment.
"Sara?" She said and waited for a reply.
"What is it?" The blonde asked over the line.
"The Ringling Brothers have a theory," She said with a sigh before proceeding to explain.
When Sara heard the theory, although Amaya was interrupted about halfway through by Ray and Nate suddenly shouting over the comms that they must have just remembered they had, she was nearly speechless. She knew their three enemies were crazy and desperate for power, but the sheer number of aberrations that a move like this could cause throughout history was insane, even for them.
"Did the rest of you get that?" The blonde asked into her earpiece once the explanation was finished.
"Yeah, and it's nuts." Jax deadpanned,
"Well to be fair Jefferson, so are our enemies." Stein brought up.
"Or have you not been paying attention?" Mick's gruff voice teased over the line in a slur, drunken no doubt.
Then it was quiet for a minute, as just about everyone was almost certain they had heard Amaya sigh deeply in exasperation, though only for a second. When it became clear that she wasn't going to follow that up with anything Sara spoke back up.
"Where are we with the blood work?" She asked,
"Gideon's working on isolating the mutation, it should be finished by the time Ray and Nate get back here so that they can make an antidote." Amaya announced
"What about the bad guys we're so sure are behind all of this?" Mick asked,
"Do you think they aren't?" Amaya snapped, obviously having caught the doubt in the pyro's voice.
"I think that it's a little strange we haven't seen them anywhere." Mick defended and Sara rolled her eyes, you would have to be deaf to not hear a fight brewing between those two and right now she was not in the mood to deal with it.
"Fair point Mick," she agreed, "When the three of them attacked the Waverider Merlyn pulled a dagger on me, I wrestled it from him and never gave it back. It's on the table in the office, should still have his scent on it."
"What that got to do with me?" Mick asked and Sara smirked, not that he could see it.
"You're part dog for the time being, use it to track him." She ordered.
"Don't know if you're forgetting Cap," Mick's gruff reply came, "But I don't have much control when the wolf takes over."
"Fine," Sara replied smugly, "Take Amaya with you."