Hi, sorry it took a while to finish part 2 of this chapter... Sorry... Busy life right now...
Hope you enjoy!
Gideon made her announcement about exactly where and when they were heading. A small town in the middle of Denmark, March 1883. A few seconds later, when everyone was strapped in, the Waverider powered up and they were flying through time.
Sara was accustomed to it by now, and she seldom suffered any problems anymore. The same thing could not be said about the flaming duo, or Leonard.
As they moved through time, she kept her eyes planted on the man right beside her. His face was twisted in agony. His hands were gripping the seat so tight Sara feared he would break a piece off of it. His knuckles were white and his eyes were shut tight.
She felt a stab of guilt as she studied him. The crook, the thief… He had turned out to be one of the nicest men she had met. All though he tried to keep a different image…
She slid her hand over to his arm, and let her hand travel down to where he was holding on to the chair for dear life. A tremble shot through him as her cold hand met his warm fist. He relaxed his hand a little, but still clung on to the seat.
The most heart-wrecking of all was the sound he made. It was low enough that only she could hear it, but it was a painful reminder of just how bad he had it. The whining noise he made, reminded her of a dog-whistle.
She felt her gut sink as she continued to study the man she loved. She hated to see him in pain, hated that he had to suffer.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and Sara began to worry.
The time ship rocked, and the whine grew into a low, guttural growl beside her. She wished that she could switch places with him, just to end his agony.
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It was like lava seeping through his knee. Red-hot, melted rock eating away at his bones, muscles and ligaments.
It seemed like forever. Even though he knew the regular time travel lasted less than two minutes…
He wanted to escape, wanted to scream!
But he couldn't. He didn't want to attract the others' attention. Okay, he had already failed that test… Sara's thumb was brushing against the knuckles of his left hand, as if she tried to soothe him. Oddly enough, it gave some comfort…
He only hoped that hers was the only attention he had caught…
He tried focusing on her touch, as it stole some of his attention away from the soaring pain in his leg. It wasn't enough, but it was something.
"It'll all be over soon…" a whispered promise found his ears and Sara's velvet voice calmed his raising panic.
He nodded sharply and gripped her hand instead of his chair.
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The Waverider shuddered to a stop, and they were officially in Denmark in the 1880's.
"When do I stop either going blind, or deaf each time we travel more than a decade?" Jax asked as his eyes opened and shut repeatedly.
"Took me five years to travel centuries without any problems…" Mick locked his eyes on Jax. "But I had the time masters to train me… And it is individual…"
An involuntary whimper brought the team's attention over to the former villain with a thing for freezing temperatures. With one hand he was holding hands with Sara, and with his other hand he was gripping his knee brace for dear life.
Mick unlocked his restraints and hurried over to his former partner in crime. He knelt down and placed one hand on Leonard's lower arm.
"Anything you need, Snart?" Mick asked, genuinely worried for his friend.
A blow to the head, hard enough to knock me out… Or a shot of horse-tranquilizer… That'd work too… Instead of voicing his thoughts, Len shook his head.
"You sure?"
Len nodded.
"Just need some time…" he finally bit out through gritted teeth.
Mick nodded and patted Len on the shoulder as he got back up himself.
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Rip let the rest of the team recover from their latest trip, before he picked out Kendra, Ray, Jax and Mick for the bogus mission.
Mick cast a glance back at Len as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders. He felt a bit guilty for what they were doing to Leonard, but it was the only way they could cut the trip in smaller pieces…
"You guys going to be okay in the meanwhile?" he asked, and looked directly at Len.
"We'll be fine Mick…" Len drawled, "You better get going, your mother hen side is showing…"
"Shut your face!" the bigger rouge bit back.
"Oh, I love you too, brother!" Len mocked back.
"Relax, focus on healing…" Mick ordered, "I mean it!"
Len scowled back, but finally nodded.
"Just hurry up, okay…" Len sighed, "We don't want to sit around here forever…"
Once again the guilt bit Mick.
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As Len, Sara and Martin rested back at the ship, the others were looking around the small town just for the fun of it.
Okay late 19th century Denmark wasn't the most interesting place they had ever visited, but they had to kill a few hours… At least…
After about two hours of people-watching, they decided to go check out the local market. Maybe they would find something of interest there…
As they walked through the market place, they came upon a man playing a guitar like instrument. It sounded like a local folk tune. And they stopped to enjoy it for a while. After a good while, they headed further and found a stand with vegetables and winter apples.
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Many hours later, the five legends from the fake mission returned. Bloody, bruised and tired.
"What the hell have you been doing?" Len asked from his current place in the couch.
"Looking for this…" Rip answered and placed a sword on the living room table. "The people who had it wasn't too fond of giving it up…"
He didn't mention that the sword was bought from a swordsmith, and their injuries were from a planned practice…
"I'll say… You all look like you got trampled by a flock of wild cattle…"
Mick chuckled, "Well… How 'bout you? You better?"
"Yeah… A lot better!"
"Well, since we already have what we came for, we can travel on…" Rip mentioned.
Len nodded soberly, deep down he didn't want to travel any more the first couple of days… His leg was better now, than earlier that day… But it still ached, and he knew it would flare up bad when they leaped the next time…
He didn't even care about the fact that Mick and Rip had staged a mission to give him a break… He knew, but he would let them believe they had succeeded in keeping the lie a secret.
"Or we could spend a day or two here, some rest would be welcomed…" Mick opted.
"Don't you think that it's better to travel the last stretch too, and rather land a day or two before the date we need to be there?" Len offered.
Mick frowned, but nodded. "Yeah… Sure… You ready for another jump?"
"As ready as I'll ever bee…"
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The pain only intensified as they took the second long stretch jump. If he got the option to be dropped off in 1999, and just left there until his leg healed up, he would have jumped at the chance. Okay, maybe not jumped… But you get the idea.
He cursed himself internally as he understood the whimpering he heard was himself… And that the rest of the team probably could hear him too...
Sara's hand came back to anchor him to reality, as the pain rolled on like waves.
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