Len lay in his bed, staring up at the metal ceiling. He hadn't been anywhere near the brig since they locked Mick away. He knew others had, but he couldn't bring himself to face the man. Sara had told him that he needed to visit, to talk to his former partner, but he just couldn't. He had never been exceptionally good at words when it came to dealing with things like this. Well, it's not like words ever got through to Mick anyway. He was a man of action. Suddenly, Len was feeling particularly suicidal. He had an idea and, frankly, didn't care if he survived or not. It's not like Mick would care. He got to his feet and headed to the brig.

After his epic beat down and basic begging Mick to kill him, the larger man helped Len off of the ground. Once he was standing, Len straightened his jacket. His face hurt.

"Why didn't you fight back?" The sudden question startled Len. He looked up at his former partner then looked away just as quickly.

"What are you talking about?" He tried for bravado, but ended up mumbling instead. Mick just stared.

"We both know you can fight better than that."

"Just forget it." Len shrugged off the hand that was still on his upper arm and limped from the room. Mick followed and, as soon as they walked onto the bridge, all eyes were on them. Rip stormed up to them, anger clear on his face.

"What is he doing out and what happened to you?!" Before Len could tell Rip to shove it, Gideon betrayed him.

"Mr. Rory and Mr. Snart had a brawl in the brig. They have come here so that Mr. Rory can disclose some important information."

"Gee, thanks Gideon." Len hissed.

Once everyone was informed about these 'hunters' that the Time Masters were going to send after them, Rip approached Len once more. Mick looked on with curiosity as the two exchanged quiet, but angry words.

"How could you be so stupid?!" Rip asked. Len just glared, in too much pain to do much else.

"Careful, Rip. You're beginning to sound like my father." he responded sassily. Rip's eyes narrowed.

"I'm being serious. Go to med bay immediately!"

"But-" Len was cut off by Rip's stern tone.

"Now!"

~x~x~x~

After Gideon checked everything out, treated his scrapes and bruises, and deemed him well enough to leave, Len made his way back to his quarters. It was cold. Usually the cold didn't bother him, but now, all he could do was sit on his bed and shiver. Wrapping his arms around himself, Len grabbed his parka and wrapped himself up in it. Laying down, he curled up and attempted to sleep. He failed, though. He was in too much pain and his mind was reeling after the day. Mick didn't kill him like he thought he would. Was that a good sign? There had to be some of the former Mick left in there somewhere. There just had to be. Len hadn't given up on him yet. Sighing in frustration, Len got up, zipping the parka as he did. He left his room and made his way to the kitchen area of the ship. Tea, his mom always made him tea when he couldn't sleep. Searching the kitchen, he found chamomile and set a pot of water to boil. While he was waiting, staring at the pot, he failed to notice footsteps coming up behind him. He jumped when the person spoke.

"Cold?" When he whirled around, Len came face to face with Mick. Not knowing how to react, he stood there staring. Mick raised an eyebrow and looked at the teapot of water behind the smaller man. "Can't sleep? You always made tea when you couldn't sleep." After a second more, Len was able to make himself speak.

"What are you doing, Mick?" he asked, his voice tired and weak. This acting like the real Mick was painful for him. He wanted nothing more than for Mick to go back to the guy he knew, but it wasn't that easy.

"I can't sleep either." Len rolled his eyes.

"No, what are you doing? You understand why I'm confused. Here you are making small talk when, a day ago, you wanted to hurt me by killing Lisa. What's going on?"

"Oh, I'm still mad. Don't doubt that. But, I figure, as long as we're working together again, we might as well make nice." Len backed up a step to rest his back against the counter.

"The Mick I know doesn't 'make nice'."

"The Mick you know is dead." Len made a face and crossed his arms.

"I'm not so convinced. Kronos would have killed me back there in that cell. You didn't. Been wracking my brain to figure out why." Len stared at Mick, who stared back but offered no response. The silence was broken by a voice from behind Mick.

"Play nice boys." It was Sara. She walked around Mick, patting the large man on the shoulder as she went. "Your water's boiling." she said to Len. He looked around to the whistling pot, wondering why he hadn't even heard it. As Len was pouring himself a cup of tea, Mick sat down at the table and Sara walked up behind Len, sniffing the air. "Is that chamomile?" she asked. Len nodded.

"Want some?"

"Yeah." She turned her head. "Mick, you want some?" she asked. Before Mick could say anything, Len answered for him.

"Mick doesn't drink tea. It's alcohol or coffee for him." Realizing what he had just done, Len turned to see Sara smiling and Mick looking away. He blushed lightly and turned back to his tea. After he and Sara had both fixed their teas, they sat with Mick at the table. Sara made small talk while the two men looked at anything but each other.

~x~x~x~

When Len found out that they were going to hide out in the wild west for a little while, he had to admit, he was kind of excited. He had watched all of the old movies when he was little. His mother loved them and he did, too. Getting to see the real thing, up close and personal was going to be, dare he say it, fun.

After Rip had fussed at them and gotten them dressed, they all made their way to the saloon in town. Stein had wanted to play some poker and Len decided to watch and see what he had, as far as skill went. Things had gone really good, up until the man in front of Stein pulled a gun when accused of cheating. Really, Len should have seen this coming. Calmly, so as not to draw attention, Len pulled out his own gun. He waited, not wanting to kill the man if he didn't have to, until the other man was about to fire before he shot him. All hell broke loose after that. Len had never been in an old west bar brawl before and didn't plan on being in one now. Usually, he would jump at the chance to beat the shit out of some idiots, but he had more than just himself to think of. He was almost out of the bar, however, when a man seemed to recognize him as the one that shot the cheater and grabbed him by the shoulder. A fist found its way to his stomach and Len doubled over, gasping for air. His eyes went wide and his mind spun. The pain was far worse than just being punched should have been. He was unaware that someone was approaching them until the assaulter was pushed aside. Stein was standing there, a concerned look on his face. Len tried, but it was too painful to straighten up. Stein immediately went to his side, catching Len's elbow and helping him out of the bar.

"Let's get you back to Gideon." he said, stress evident in his voice.