Len stayed in his room for the next couple of days. He had stayed on the bed, only leaving when he needed to make use of the bathroom. He missed meals and the others were worried. It was Sara who finally made contact. She balanced a tray of food in one hand and gently knocked on the door with the other. When she didn't get a response, she sighed and entered anyway, lock still broken from Mick's visit. Sara approached the bed and sat, Len's back to her.

"Little Mick and Little Sara are on board." she started. When that didn't draw a response from Len, she set the tray of food on the other side of him so that he could see it. "I brought you something to eat." When Len still didn't move, Sara sighed in frustration. She was trying to be gentle and understanding, but it was hard for her. She wasn't really the touchy-feely type. "Listen, I know what happened to you was crap. And this whole baby situation probably isn't the most ideal, but it happened. You can lay here and let it ruin your life or you can get up and tell life to kiss your ass. What about Mick? Have you talked?" she asked, hoping he answered her this time, lest she smack him upside the head. To her surprise, she heard a mumbled response.

"He came to yell at me. Typical Mick."

"He what?" she asked, an edge to her voice.

"You heard me." came the dull response. Sara stood. She grabbed Len's arm and hauled the man into a sitting position. She then put the tray in his lap.

"Eat." she ordered, turning on her heel and leaving the room. Len stared after her, looking down at the tray in disgust. He guessed he could try to eat something. For the baby.

~x~x~x~

Sara stormed onto the bridge where the team was assessing what their next move would be. Sara walked straight up to Mick and slapped him across the face. Mick recoiled and looked at the shorter woman like she was crazy.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked. Sara just glared.

"Because you're a jackass! Where do you get off yelling at someone who's been through a trauma?!" Mick had the decency to look ashamed of his actions.

"Wait. What? Yelled at who?" Ray, ever the clueless one, asked. Sara turned blazing eyes to him.

"This jerk yelled at Snart. That's the reason he hasn't left his room for the past two days." Ray looked at Mick.

"You are aware that yelling at someone who's been through a trauma is possibly the worst thing you can do, right?"

"Shut up, haircut." Mick growled. Of course he was aware of that. He hadn't meant to yell at Len, it just happened. In their past relationship, Mick would do something stupid and Len would take a bit of time to himself, but usually forgive him. This time had been different. Len hadn't come to Mick. He had secluded himself from the others. Mick had wanted to go apologize, but he didn't know how. He had never been one for such things. He figures now is a good time to start, though.

~x~x~x~

Len had just finished his meal when he heard whispering outside his door. Standing, he crossed the room and pushed the button for the door to open. He stood in shock for a moment at the two familiar faces staring at him. One looked just like Mick did as a kid and the other looked exactly like Sara. These must be their younger selves that Sara had been talking about.

"Haven't seen you around." the younger version of Mick said. Sara just stared at him, an inquisitive look on her face.

"That's because I've been in here, kid." he responded coolly.

"Why?" Sara asked. Len rolled his eyes. Kids and their questions...

"Extenuating circumstances. Less about me, why are you here?"

"Dunno." Mick said, walking into Len's room without invite. Sara looked guilty, but followed him. "Got picked up by some freaks, now here I am." Mick wandered over to the dresser where the cold gun was sitting. Len rushed over and grabbed it, glaring at the younger version of his former partner.

"No touching." he said. He glanced over at Sara who was sitting on the bed, legs swinging back and forth.

"You sound just like some kid I know. Always bossing me around." Mick looked up at Len from the corner of his eye. "What's your name, anyway?" Len thought for a moment before deciding to tell the truth.

"Len. Why?" Mick shrugged.

"Just wanna know what to call you. It's funny, though. That kid I was telling you about is Leo. Leonard. Do you know him?" Len froze for a second, not sure if letting Mick figure things out was a good thing or not. His thoughts were interrupted by Sara.

"Why does that lady look just like me? She said we're like family, but I don't know any family that looks that similar to me."

"Um, she's-" Len started before he was cut off by Mick.

"What's going on here, Len? Why were we kidnapped and why are there doppelgangers and people with the same name on board?" Len didn't know how else to respond, so he fell back on snark.

"Big words for you, Mick." he said. Mick visibly bristled and growled.

"How the hell do you know my name?" he asked. Len sighed and walked over to sit beside Sara on the bed.

"Because I do. Don't worry, this will all be over soon and you'll be back to your families." he said with no energy. Mick deflated.

"I don't got any family to go back to." he said, looking at the ground. Len forgot that they picked Mick up the night he burned his house down.

"Sure ya do." Mick looked up at that.

"Who?"

"What about that kid you were talking about?"

"Leo?"

"Yeah. He needs you. You've gotta be there for him. No matter what he says." Mick's eyes were full of suspicion as Len talked.

"You're him, aren't you old man?" Len laughed loudly at that.

"Who are you calling old man?" he asked, avoiding answering the question outright. "Listen, just be there for him and Lisa when their world is falling apart. You won't regret it." Mick's eyes softened after Len spoke. He was about to reply when the door slid open and older Mick stepped through the door. Len stiffened and young Mick saw it. He turned and positioned himself between the two adults. Sara watched apprehensively.

"Out brats." older Mick said, jerking his thumb toward the door. Young Mick squared his shoulders and stood straight.

"No." he said. Older Mick growled and began advancing on the three. Sara squeaked and scurried toward the door, but young Mick didn't move, eyes defiant. "He doesn't want you here." he said. Older Mick's eyes widened.

"How the hell do you know?"

"Body language, dude." Len decided now was a good time to speak up so that the two didn't come to blows.

"It's alright, Mick. Go with Sara." Looking skeptically at Len, the younger Mick nodded and headed for the door. He gave older Mick a scathing glare as he passed.