Sorry for the delay. I've been out touring filming locations for The Walking Dead and trying to catch actors leaving filming. It's kept me kind of busy. Lol So, who here cried like a baby during the last two episodes of Legends? Just me? Anyway, now that Season 1 is over, I have an idea of where this fic is going. This is a short installment, but I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.

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After a fitful night of having things thrown at him every two hours, Mick woke Len for the last time. Leaning up onto an elbow, he gently shook Len's shoulder. The glare in the eyes that slit open promised death to anyone who dared disturb him. Mick sighed and rolled Len onto his back. Sleepy, frustrated, blue eyes stared up at him. Unable to help himself, Mick leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Len's lips. Len sighed into the kiss and tried to follow Mick's lips after the larger man pulled back. Mick smiled, a rare occurrence.

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Two months later and the Waverider was still broken down. At this point, Len was beginning to show. Gideon estimated that he was about three months along. He would wear Mick's shirts in a furious attempt to hide his growing bump. Occasionally, he would catch Sara and Kendra staring at his stomach and smiling. This only served to frustrate him more. This whole pregnancy thing frustrated him. It seemed that he was in a constant bad mood. He would even snap at Mick more often than not. Len was heading toward the kitchen area when it happened. For some reason, the door to the brig had been left open and Len heard a snickering when he walked past. Turning his head, Len came face to face with a pleased looking Savage, standing at the edge of his cell. Len glared.

"And what, pray tell, are you so smug about?" he drawled, putting on a front. This man made him uneasy like no other.

"When's it due?" he asked innocently. Len's eyes snapped to Savage's.

"What?" he asked. Savage smirked.

"The baby." he sing-songed. Len's breathing got heavier as his heart pounded in his ears. His vision swam and he felt as if he was going to pass out.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he mumbled, stumbling away, using the wall to stay upright. As soon as he reached the kitchen, he rushed to the sink and vomited.

"Mr. Snart, I suggest you make your way to med bay to be checked out. Your vitals are unstable." came Gideon's voice. Len knew it was right, but he couldn't bring himself to move yet. After about ten minutes of standing in the same spot, Mick came rushing around the corner.

"What's wrong?" he asked. From his place by the sink, Len raised his head and looked at Mick with bleary eyes.

"How did you-"

"I informed Mr. Rory that you were unwell. Mr. Rory, I suggest you get Mr. Snart to med bay where I can check him over better." Mick grunted in agreement and walked over to Len, slinging one of the smaller man's arms around his shoulders as he supported Len's weight.

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"High blood pressure?" Mick asked. "Is that all?"

"Contrary to what you may believe, Mr. Rory, having high blood pressure during a pregnancy, that is already high-risk, is very dangerous." Mick got a sinking feeling in his stomach and looked at Len, who seemed to be keeping calm.

"Explain, Gideon." Len instructed.

"High blood pressure during pregnancy is often indicative of preeclampsia. Preeclampsia can be fatal for the parent and child. If it comes down to it, the only way to cure it is to have the baby, no matter what stage it may be at." Gideon let that sink in before continuing. "There are medications I can put you on. You would have to take them consistently throughout the rest of your pregnancy. Also, try to stay calm as much as you can. Stress can cause high blood pressure."

As they were walking back to the kitchen from med bay, Mick began questioning Len.

"What caused all that?" he asked. Len just shrugged. Mick growled. "Tell me. Now." Len sighed loudly.

"When I walked past the brig, the door was open. Savage made it clear that he knows I'm pregnant." Mick swore.

"How the hell would he know that?"

"I don't know, Mick." Mick, able to tell that this was stressing his partner out, wrapped his arms around the man from behind, hands rubbing the small bump under his shirt. Len melted into the embrace.