Mick gently lay Len down on the bed in med bay. He took a step back, though he clearly wanted to stay close, and let Gideon take a look at him.
"Mr. Snart has suffered a moderate concussion and a rather deep laceration on his head. I am proceeding to irrigate and close the wound, though he will need further care after he wakes."
"Further care?" Mick asked, hoping the AI would elaborate.
"He will need to be awakened every two hours due to the concussion."
"What happens if he's not?"
"It is possible that he could slip into a coma." Mick's eyes widened and he cursed under his breath.
~x~x~x~
After a few hours, Len finally woke up from unconsciousness.
"Ow." was the first thing he said. Mick sat up straight, startled by his sudden talking.
"That was quite a hit you took." he said. Len looked over and gave his signature smirk.
"You should see the other guy." he said, suddenly remembering something. "The baby?" he asked, urgency evident in his voice.
"It's fine. Do you remember what happened?" Mick asked. Len thought for a moment, the memory slightly foggy.
"Yeah. What's wrong with the ship?"
"The Time Drive's broken. We're stuck here for a while. Jax is looking into it."
"Damn. But, hey, I have confidence in the kid. He's quite the mechanic." Mick nodded.
"Yeah, he is. But, this stuff's complicated."
"Why don't you help him?" Mick scoffed.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. You were trained by the Time Masters. Surely they taught you a thing or two about Time Drives." Len looked straight at Mick. He could see the self doubt in his eyes. "Mick, you're not dumb or stupid. You can help."
"Fine, but you gotta stay here while I do." Len groaned.
"Miiiick, can't I go to my room?"
"No. You're gonna stay here where Gideon can keep you awake, if need be." Len huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a five-year-old. Mick laughed at him and got up to leave the room.
~x~x~x~
Mick did end up helping Jax, more so than anyone thought he would. They were working on the Time Drive, with Rip talking them through it, when Mick noticed that the Drive was getting overloaded.
"Get out!" he yelled.
"Wait, I think I can get it." Jax responded. Mick growled and grabbed Jax by the arm, hauling him out of the room. "Now!" he said. Just after the door closed behind them, there was a power surge that caused a small explosion. Jax looked at Mick, stunned.
"How did you know?" he asked. Mick just shrugged and walked off. "Thank you!" Jax yelled after him.
Mick stalked down the corridor until he reached the bridge. Going straight into Rip's office, he slammed a hand down on the console the man was looking at.
"What the hell was that?!" he demanded. Rip looked defiant, if slightly nervous.
"I-"
"No excuses! You almost got us killed! I'm sure Gideon was warning you." he looked over at Stein, just noticing the man. "Surely, the old man was!"
"Actually, I did warn him to have you stop. The readouts were all over the charts." Stein said. Rip scowled at the older man.
"I know what the ship can take-" he was cut off by Mick.
"Yeah, cause that worked out so well the first time. You pushed the Waverider past it's limits!" Rip glared.
"Who are you to tell me-" Before Rip could speak further, Mick hauled off and punched him. As Rip fell back against the console behind him, Mick stormed off.
~x~x~x~
Len was laying in the med bay, looking at the holographic image of a magazine that Gideon provided when Mick came bursting through the door. Len jumped and looked over.
"Geez, give a guy a heart attack!" he said. When he saw Mick's face, concern immediately took over. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Hunter nearly got the kid and I killed!" he exclaimed, kicking over a chair.
"How?"
"He let us push the Time Drive too far. We almost got hit with radiation." Anger began burning within Len. Rip had nearly cost him the man he loved twice now. When he got out of med bay, he was going to have a little chat the captain. Meanwhile, he needed to calm Mick down.
"Mick, it's okay. I'll deal with it." he said in a soothing tone of voice. Mick looked at him.
"I already did." Suddenly, Len was hit with a sinking feeling. When Mick dealt with things, it didn't usually end well.
"Mick, what did you do?" he asked warily. Mick smirked.
"Punched him." Len let out a sigh of relief.
"That's all?"
"Yeah. What did you think I'd do?"
"Well, you and your temper don't exactly have the best reputation." Len drawled.
"Shut up, or you stay in here over night." Mick threatened. Len rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything else.
~x~x~x~
Later that night, Len and Mick were settling into Len's quarters for the night. Mick was planning to sleep on the floor, but Len had a different idea.
"Really? We've had sex and were having a kid and you think you need to sleep on the floor?" Mick shrugged.
"Didn't know where you'd want me to sleep. Figured the floor would be the safest bet." Len laughed from where he was on the bed.
"Get up here." he said, scooting over so Mick would have room. Mick walked over to the bed, setting an alarm for two hours and putting it on the bedside table before he sat on the bed. Len snuggled down under the covers, facing the wall. Mick got situated behind him, slinging an arm around Len's waist and pushing up against his back. Len felt completely safe for the first time in a long time. The heat radiating from Mick comforted him in a way nothing had. Very quickly, Len and Mick fell into a deep sleep.