Mick was still barking at the vision of Snart, only vaguely aware that the entirety of the Legion had left the room and gone off to do whatever it was they were planning on doing. The ghost remained silent against the wall of the room, glaring down at Mick through the bars of the cage and occasionally making snarky comments about the incessant yapping. It was so like Snart and that only served to make Mick angrier. He couldn't understand for the life of him why his mind continued to pester him with this vision, especially at the worst possible moments, but then again Mick had never exactly been an expert in controlling his thoughts.

One thing he had been an expert in, though, was accepting the hand that he had been dealt.

Snart always said it was one of his shortcomings, the way that he was always so quick to make himself comfortable every time he was thrown into iron heights and how he was never one for coming up with a plan. Snart was always striving to go one step further, to be the best at whatever it was that he was doing. Now Mick was always willing to go along with whatever plan that the boss had in mind, but if left to his own devises he was more than content to sit back and wait for someone who knew how to come up with a plan to do so. He had never been good at planning and he was ok with that. He'd found himself a friend who he could depend on early enough in life and had been just fine with their arrangement until they got on the Waverider and suddenly they didn't have the same agendas anymore. After that he had been passed off to the Time Masters, then back to Snart, then to Sara when she was elected Captain, and now he would need to rely on Amaya.

The problem was that Amaya was still rather distracted by the belt lying beneath her, meaning that if she were ever going to be able to think clearly enough to change back into her human form and get them out of here Mick would need to first snap her out of her violent haze.

So he decided to ignore the bored looking ghost, oh sure he wanted to claw the damn thing's eyes out but it was outside of the cage and he was inside, not to mention it probably wasn't physically solid, so he couldn't. He was still faced with anger when he turned away from it, but nothing that he could do anything about. Instead he turned his barking onto Amaya, hoping that he could at least get her attention. He knew that she couldn't understand any words he might try to say, as they had learned the previous night that communicating as wolves relied heavily on body language and reading the emotion behind noises, no explicit messages. She did acknowledge him after awhile, though it was in the form of a feral growl that was probably intended as "SHUT UP!" before she turned back to her stupid belt. Not pleased in the least with her reaction, and more than fed up with her fixation on that dumb belt, Mick decided that he really only had one option if he was ever going to get anywhere.

He needed to get that belt away from Amaya.

Seeing really only one real way of doing this without immediately dying Mick pawed at the plastic ground of the cage once and then once more to build himself up before he charged at Amaya and tackled her to the ground. He rose to his feet before her writhing form could bite him, and he managed to just catch a glance at the belt before she was up and pinning him to the floor. She stood over him snarling, so he looked up at her with wide eyes that he hoped weren't threatening. He'd gotten all that he needed to understand why she was so obsessed with that belt.

Its buckle was the symbol of an hourglass.

He isn't stupid, or at least he isn't as stupid as most people think. He could figure out that the belt belonged to her dead boyfriend. She wasn't going to let him get anywhere near close enough to get rid of it, hell he knew he was lucky when she crawled off of him and turned back to it. The Legion was smart, they'd planned for Amaya being able to control the wolf inside of her and so they gave her something to keep her angry. The two of them were as good as dead if she couldn't snap out of it, and at this rate where she wasn't even giving Mick a second glance when he tried getting through to her it was looking like the plan might work.

But Mick wasn't mad, he couldn't be.

He had no lighter or matches, he couldn't shred anybody with his bare claws, and ultimately there was nothing that he could do. He was calm, the animal obviously free but with nothing to entertain it it quickly grew board.

"Don't deny the animal," Amaya's words from a few weeks ago rang out in his mind, "But don't let it control you either."

"She could really stand to listen to her own advice right about now." Mick thought, knowing that Amaya wasn't going to take her own advice.

But him?

When she had suggested that such a thing was possible, for him to be in control of the animal, he had thought her a liar. But right now he was starting to reconsider. With nothing in or around the cage to keep him angry he was calm, able to think straight, and to his own amazement he soon found his body shifting back into it's human form. He couldn't help the fact that his eyes went wide in amazement, and sure he noticed how much more cramped the cage suddenly was but there was still enough room for him and Amaya both. Besides, with his hands returned to him Mick could now reach through the bars and free them.

Obviously Amaya wasn't blind to any of this, just like she wasn't blind to the fact that he was mostly naked as he crawled out of the cage, but she quickly derailed her mind from that train of thought. Once he was free of their little cell she bent down and with her teeth gently took Rex's belt in her mouth before following him out into the room.

"Put the belt down Vix," He finally said, effectively snapping her out of her moment of half-clarity. Rage once again set over her mind like a storm cloud, the memory of Rex's bleeding body lying on the floor of the JSA headquarters making her own blood boil in her veins.

"Amaya!" Mick's shout fell on deaf ears, and if he continued trying to get through to her Amaya didn't hear him. Only when he dared to try grabbing the belt from her mouth did she drop it in favor of biting his hand, to which he let out a cry of pain but impressively fought the urge to yank back the hand.

"They're baiting you," he told her once he had more or less come to terms with the pain, enough so to speak that is. "They want to keep you angry, they know you can't think straight with that belt in front of you." Her forceful bite lessoned just ever so slightly, "Put the animal away Amaya, it's time to go." He said, echoing the very words that she had said to him back in the old west.

Her eyes sparkled with recognition, be it of the words or of Mick himself the arsonist couldn't quite say. But either way she slowly unclamped her jaw to free his hand before her body began shifting back into its usual form.

Mick looked away when she began changing, and instead chose to focus on ripping one of the few shreds left of his shirt and using it to contain the blood pouring out of the bite mark on his hand. He couldn't look away forever, he knew that, and so eventually he had to turn back around. What was left of her jumpsuit was enough to cover her down below; much like his own jeans, but the top was torn up in ways that had him consciously reminding himself to look at her eyes.

"Whoa," A voice gasped from behind Mick, resulting him in whirling around to see Sara and the rest of the team standing at a crowded halt in the doorway.

"Uh… you guys call for a rescue?" Haircut asked in a weak croak of a voice, he had clearly been planning that line and was intent on using it.

"Wolf physicality doesn't really match up with human clothing," Amaya offered as a means of explanation.

"But I thought that you said you knew how to control it?" Nate questioned, Amaya opened her mouth as though to answer but Mick spoke up before she could get a word out.

"Merlyn ambushed us, knocked us out." He said, "She wasn't awake to fight it."

"Well you're both awake, and human, now." Sara said before the conversation could go any further.

"By some miracle," Mick muttered, "Once the fighting starts I can't guarantee that I'll stay human."

"Which is precisely why we brought these," Stein spoke up, entering the room with two small darts in his hands.

"You want us to play darts?" Mick asked, partially sarcastic as usual.

"We loaded the antidote into them," Sara explained, "Good news is it'll cure ya, bad news is you'll be unconscious for at least a few hours; the people at the asylum were all still out when we left."

Mick and Amaya each took a dart, but then looked at each other, weighing the options and silently asking what the other one was going to choose.

"Later," Amaya finally decided and handed her dart back to Stein, Mick following her example. "We're more useful being part wolf." She defended when Sara looked at her with a question in her eyes, Mick nodded in agreement.

"In that case, do you think you can track the Legion again?" Nate asked,

"No need," a voice rang out from behind the group who turned to see Merlyn and Darhk standing there. "We're right here."

"Where's Thawne?" Sara demanded as she and the rest of her team took up their fighting positions, Merlyn and Darhk only smirked to each other.

"I'm afraid you're too late Miss Lance," Darhk told her mockingly, "Eobard is already well on his way to San Francisco, in fact he's probably already on his way back." He continued with that smug grin on his face that made Sara's blood boil even more.

"Sorry," Merlyn taunted and Sara only grinned wickedly.

"Don't be," She teased before turning around and tossing her sonic device to Mick, which he only barely caught. "Get to the Waverider and stop Thawne." She ordered and Amaya nodded.

With that the fight began, Mick and Amaya wasting no time in transforming back into wolves. Obviously Darhk and Merlyn tried to stop them so really the two Legends had no choice but to act in accordance with their newly acquired instincts, besides, the rest of the team had just taken down an entire asylum full of werewolves, they could handle two more.

Mick was more than a little worried that by the time he and Amaya made it back to the ship they wouldn't be able to change back in order to be able to fly it. But by some miracle they were and by an even bigger miracle they were able to get the wolf serum away from Thawne before he could infect anybody with it. They couldn't get ahold of him, he raced off too fast. But there was some satisfaction to be taken in the knowledge that by the time he returned to his hide out he would be dealing with two wolfified partners and no antidote left behind. So after picking up the rest of the team and getting their own doses of the antidote from Stein, Mick and Amaya each passed out in their respective bedrooms in order to sleep it off. Thus Sara brought the ship into the temporal zone to give everyone some downtime.

Mick opted to spend that downtime in his room with his beers once he was awake, and dressed in some of his clothes that hadn't been ruined by his transforming into a wolf. His door was open, although why he didn't have the sense to close it after all this time was lost on him. Anyway he was on his third beer when Amaya brushed up against the doorway, just watching him for a minute and he was content to let her.

"You changed back," she finally broke the silence, getting right to the point apparently.

"You weren't going to," he replied as he took another sip of his beer and she came in, taking a seat on an overturned crate in front of him and resting her elbows on her knees.

"You're right," she admitted and he raised an eyebrow, of all the things that she could've said he had not been expecting it to be that. "They knew exactly how to handle me, to keep the animal in control." Still he said nothing, "But not you," she mused, "They didn't have a plan for you."

"Probably figured they didn't need one," he replied with a shrug, "Unlike you, I'm not exactly known for my control."

Amaya chewed on her lip when he said that, her eyes avoiding his gaze while he took another swig of his beer and let her think on what she would say next.

"Yeah," she finally muttered before looking up, "I had almost forgotten what it's like for the animal to take over, how sometimes you don't even realize that you're not in control."

"Is this going somewhere?" Mick grumbled, swishing what was left of his beer around at the bottom of the bottle.

Amaya smirked at his impatience, "I owe you an apology," she said, earning back is interest. "When you first went wolf I chased after you and basically just shouted at you to get a grip, I'd almost forgotten how hard that can be sometimes."

Mick let out a long sigh as he reached forward and set down his beer.

"Well I guess I owe you an apology too," he said, earning her attention because he certainly isn't normally the type to say he's sorry. "When I bit you I wasn't exactly thinking straight." He began, "I was just so freaking pissed off that controlling something like that could be so easy for you," he grumbled and while he may have expected Amaya to get angry with him, she instead smiled and rose to her feet.

"I know," she said before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you."