Things feel like they'll be forever, but they won't

[bringstheheat]

There's an odd lightness in Mick's chest when he wakes. A feeling of contentment.

Mick Rory is happy.
It's not a feeling he has ever been used to.
Because something always came to take it away. Shatter it. Burn it to ash.
Monsters like him don't get happy endings.

But damn if he isn't going to hold on to it for as long as he can.

He's still oddly at war with himself as he showers, dresses and heads off in search of Sara. Mick swore to himself he would be up front with her. Honest.
So it's time to talk about last night.
About Leonard warm and secure in his arms.

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[strongerthanyouknow]

She hates the sense behind it. The ease with which a few seconds of thinking lands on those first two words. People forget that Mick spent lifetimes being trained by the Timemasters. Yeah, tortured and brainwashed, too, but trained. She only has to think about it for a second and hates that it makes sense.

Because even questioning it in her head butts right up against the one truism she has left from Rip: time wants to happen. It's why so many of the smallest hiccups fixed themselves without prodding. Time wants to happen. Endings, beginnings, middles. All of it. Wants to happen.

"I don't like it."

She likes less that he's not wrong.

[bringstheheat]

Mick rolls a shoulder as if it doesn't matter in the slightest which way she tilts on the idea. "Don't have to like it. Didn't say we had to do it either." But he knows Lenny, he knows those innate things about him that could help shake memories free.

"We got him back. That's what matters."

If he was really bent on a heist, he could always take the jump ship and rob a bank or two with Lenny, but he's not going to. No more taking off on his own. They're a crew and he's not breaking that apart for anything.