Trigger warning for implied rape.
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After bringing Jonah Hex aboard and learning more about the Stillwater gang, Ray decided to play sheriff and take the offensive against the gang. He and Jonah headed into town to speak with the actual sheriff and the rest of the group, sans Rip, followed to make sure he didn't get into any trouble. Stein and Rip attempted to convince Len to stay on the ship, but he wouldn't listen. He wasn't keen on being treated like some damsel.
Later, after Ray was unexpectedly made sheriff, the team spread out to see if they could find out more about Jeb Stillwater. Len took up the safest spot he could think of, in case the Stillwaters came back into town. He climbed to the top floor of one of the buildings in town and readied his gun to be a sniper in case anything went down, and he had a feeling it would. He was proven right when the gang rode into town and confronted Ray. Things were just about to get nasty when Len shot the gun from Stillwater's hand, successfully scaring them away for the moment.
Once they arrived back on the ship, they were met with a livid Rip. Len had no idea why Rip was so angry during this particular time jump. Well, that changed when they learned about Calvert, Oklahoma. Len could see why Rip was so upset now. The guilt must be crushing him. Still, they had to do something about the Stillwater gang, even he saw that. It had to be something permanent, something that would stick after they've left. When they finally found out where the Stillwater gang was holed up at, they rode out, intent on arresting their leader.
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Once again, Rip tried to get Len to stay on the ship with him. Once again, he refused. He could take care of himself and the baby. Sara and Kendra had disappeared so they were two men down on this little mission. Say what you will about Len being on the wrong side of the law, he still had a code. That code said you don't let teammates go into dangerous situations without adequate help. He was determined to be that help. It was dawn when they rode into the camp. Len stayed on his horse for the duration of the fight, using his gun to keep the gang at bay while the others found and apprehended Jeb. At one point, Len was sure his heart stopped. He saw Mick fighting some of the gang, hand to hand, and another man, from a distance, aim a gun at him. Len couldn't move, couldn't speak. He knew Mick didn't have enough time to draw his own gun. Suddenly, the weapon that the goon was aiming at his former partner was shot out of his hand. Len's head swiveled around and he saw Jax sitting on his horse, looking pleased with himself. Len let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and turned his eyes to Ray's approaching form. Len rolled his eyes when, after slinging Stillwater onto his horse, he began reciting his Miranda Rights.
"There won't be Miranda Rights for another hundred years." he drawled, wanting to smack the man. Ray looked sheepish, climbing onto his own horse. As everyone remounted their rides and began leaving, bullets following them, Jax was unexpectedly pulled from his horse. Everyone stopped and turned, firing their own weapons until they ran out of ammo. Nobody wanted to leave him behind, but Jonah told them that it would be best to 'live to fight another day'.
"Screw that." Len growled, hopping off of his horse and running for Jax's. He mounted the horse Jax had been on and turned to go back for the boy. During the ensuing scuffle, Len was knocked from the horse, but Jax got out of the grip holding him.
"Snart!" he yelled, about to step back into the fray and help Len fight his way out.
"Go!" Len ordered and he did his best to hold his own. If it wasn't for Jax, Mick would be dead right now. He deserved to be saved. Looking hesitant, Jax stopped for a moment. Another yell finally got him to move, mounting his horse and leaving, following the others who had already headed back for the ship. When Jax was gone, Len stopped fighting and raised his hands in surrender.
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"You left me?!" Jax exclaimed when he walked on board the Waverider. The others looked at him, everyone except Jonah looking guilty. It was the old westerner who stepped forward to explain.
"We couldn't risk going back. We had Jeb, we would have gotten you back."
"So, instead, you let Snart come after me and then left us both?! He's still back there with those thugs!"
"What?" Mick asked, stepping up to Jax. The young man turned his gaze to him.
"We were outnumbered. Snart yelled at me to leave, he wouldn't let me stay to help. I just can't believe you let him go after me alone!"
"He can take care of himself." Mick said. He felt uneasy over Len being left, but knew that it was true. Len had been taking care of himself for a long time. Granted, he had Mick's help a lot of the time. Jax was fuming, though.
"Yeah, that may have been true before, but he's pregnant! That makes him vulnerable!" he yelled. A second later, he realized what he had said, he blanched and clapped a hand over his mouth. Grey was going to kill him...
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Len grunted as his head was whipped around with the force of a punch.
"Oh, that's gonna hurt in the morning." he said, giving the men in front of him a bloody smirk.
"You got a mouth on you, boy." one of them said, stepping forward. Len was sitting on the ground, hands tied behind his back with rope. He felt exposed, but was trying not to let it show.
"So I've been told." That earned him another punch. He groaned and laughed at the same time. The guy in front of him was about to punch him again, but another one stepped forward, halting the hit.
"Y'know, it's been a while since any of us had anyone to warm our beds." That stopped Len cold. A shock, like lightening, went through his very core. Dread and icy-hot fear ran through his veins. The other men in the room laughed. This didn't seem to be something new to the crew. Not a moment later, Len tried to get to his feet, to fight, to run, to do something. He jerked as hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down. He fought as much as he could with his hands bound, but, ultimately, he was forced onto the ground where he began struggling harder and screaming obscenities. The men above him just laughed.