Here I am, back again... I still can't believe how many comments this has gotten. It's amazing! THANK YOU!

I figured it was long enough since we last heard from Mick. Because in my head 1x07, Marooned, fooled us. Or at least tried to... Mick's well, just his boots frozen to the ground or something... Once he's thawed loose, he'll be fine... And once he's cooled down the team'll get him...

(I also support the headcon that the Time Masters found Mick and now he's Chronos... I like that idea, but I still want Mick to be Mick...)

Hope you enjoy!

"What happened?" Leonard demanded as he struggled closer to the bed at the Med bay. Elbowing ahead of the others while keeping his balance on the evil crutches.

"Nothing happened… Relax…" Mick's gravelly voice answered him and it felt like a literal metric ton was lifted from his shoulders.

"Mick Rory suffered a cut, it has been closed with 45 stitches…" Gideon snitched.

Len's eyes widened as they darted over every visible part of Mick's body, his clothes were soaked with blood and other grimy substances, and he looked a bit pale.

"Since when is 45 stitches nothing? You moron!" Len could barely contain his worry and anger.

"It's not like our regular stitches… These are Gideon stitches, closer together… I could have closed the wound with 18 stitches…"

"And it would have looked like a butcher job…" Sara decided to chime in.

"It would have worked…" Mick answered, his gruff voice filling the room.

"I would have liked to see you try…" Sara said and removed a stray strand of hair blocking her view. "As far as I know, you're not known for your yoga skills…"

"Yoga skills?" Len asked, not quite following.

"Not easy stitching up a wound on your own back…" Sara explained.

"Let. Me. See. It..." Len demanded with more ice in his voice than anybody else than Mick had heard before. "Now."

"Look, it's not half as bad as it looks… It's just the skin…" Mick defended himself.

"Show it. Now!"

Mick grunted with displeasure, before he turned around and showed his buddy the fresh 12 inch wound. The cut was neatly stitched together by small stitches, and would only leave a thin scar once it healed.

"What the hell happened?"

"Mr. Tall, dark and metallic over there got himself stuck in a tight situation… The fastest way to him was through a window…" Mick said as his eyes darted over to Ray standing at the foot end of the bed.

"He did not ask for back-up…" Kendra revealed and crossed her arms, "You could have killed yourself diving through that window…"

"Well… I didn't…"

"Stubborn as always, I see…" Len rolled his eyes at Mick, and contemplated whether his crime brother had found a new kind of flame to be obsessed with.

"I'm not stubborn!"

"Yes, you are!" Len countered, "And you've always been!"

Mick furrowed his brows and stared at Len. Oh, if looks could kill…

"You would be the one to talk…" Mick grunted. "I have never done a job in a cast… Or a sling… So, shut up!"

Len could feel how the other's eyes snapped back and forth between the two of them.

"All that is faded history, years have passed."

"Yeah, because we're in 2021! Last one of your stupidities I recall were back in 2015… Real-time…"

Mick was getting more and more irritated, and Len understood why. Maybe he should back off before Mick went all Hulk on him? Probably…

"Okay… Okay… You win…" He tried to show the defeat with his posture too, "Just try not to hurt yourself any more…"

"You too, brother…"

Anyone with me on Mick having a small, small small small small, crush on Ray? Not necessarily a full on crush, (but one of those if the opportunity came along and the lighting were right and the birds sang their finest tunes... then yeah... okay...) Kinda crushes? Like your first accidental Bi-crush... I guess.
When you're not sure yourself...?
-if that made sense...

Anyway... hope you enjoyed it...