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“No! That’s the worst thing you can do!” he winced at the strain it put on his ribs to shout at Mick. “We’re not talking about me right now, I’ve dealt with worse,” although, keeping Mick talking would be the best strategy here. He crouched in front of Mick, assessing the rest of the damage, “I hope the rest of the team is okay,” he said looking up at the cabin door, which was jammed shut. “Gideon, how’s unlocking that door going?”

“I’m sorry, Dr Palmer, Miss Tomaz diverted most of my power to the outer shields. Breaking the encryption placed on that door requires more power than I have available.” Gideon replied. 

Mick grunted, unimpressed but amused, and shifted until he was more comfortable. “Looks like we’re stuck here.” 

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“No, I imagined we’d be somewhere warm and sunny,” Ray replied without a moment’s pause, “you always talk about Aruba, but I’d love to go to Thailand or the Phillippines, I have a good friend who lives there.” he paused, half decideding whether to include this detail, “Anna wanted to go to Italy but you know…”  

"I wouldn’t mind Thailand. Decent food.”  He said, moving on from Ray’s ex-fiancé. He’d lost people, it wasn’t anything new to him, but being a grief counsellor mid-mission wasn’t high on Mick’s list of priorities. “I wouldn’t honeymoon in Aruba.” He said, “Snart and I were going to retire there.”

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"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake." (size-isnt-matter)

“Why not? It’s warm here.”

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“Mick, come on, sit up,” gathering all of Mick’s bulk and dragging him to sit up against the wall, “Don’t fight me, I’m helping you.” he warned, preparing for Mick to refuse him.

“You hit your head really hard, I need you to keep your eyes open.” he checked the welt on the back of Mick’s head which was roughly the size of a golfball. He striped off his jacket bunching it up and putting it behind Mick’s neck.   

“I hit my head? So you gave yourself that black eye.” Mick said, pushing himself up against the wall with an aborted growl. He hadn’t seen the bludgeon coming, and if he had, the invaders would have been char marks on the wall that the team would complain about until they were cleaned off. 

“I’ll sleep it off, Haircut.”

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"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake." (size-isnt-matter)

“Why not? It’s warm here.”

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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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Mick was more uncomfortable than he could ever remember being. There was nowhere to hide his gun in this suit, and while he wasn’t afraid of a fist-fight, burning his enemies was just so much better. He heard Ray ask after him and worked his way through the crowd with two glasses of champagne, thinking that was a good start to the facade. - only to see Ray already had a glass. He shrugged and downed one of them, setting it aside to place his hand on the small of Ray’s back, every muscle in him tensed for rejection. “He’s not here yet.” 

“You…dressed up,” Ray said, pleasantly surprised. He raised his champagne glass to cheers Mick, but he was already chugging the contents of his flute. Ray snorted and took a measured sip. 

He jumped in surprise at Mick’s hand on his back, but settled back into character, leaning into Mick’s side. There may not come a chance again where Mick would touch him so freely, and Ray was going to enjoy it while he could. 

“Course I did. It’s our honeymoon.” Mick said, entirely straight-faced. “You ever imagine your honeymoon would be here, with me?” He asked, glancing sideways at Ray. Mick didn’t ever imagine having a honeymoon, marriage wasn’t something he ever considered, but he guessed this wasn’t bad for a fake one.

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Ray stood in the main ballroom of the hotel, he carefully maeuvered past several very well dressed people chatting and drinking champagne. Damien Dahrk came up in Gideon’s historical records as an RSVP’d attendee of this event, and while the others sought out an anachronism somewhere in the city, Mick and Ray were tasked with fiding Darhk undercover as a newly married couple. 

Ray tapped his earpiece, “Mick, where are you?” 

Mick was more uncomfortable than he could ever remember being. There was nowhere to hide his gun in this suit, and while he wasn’t afraid of a fist-fight, burning his enemies was just so much better. He heard Ray ask after him and worked his way through the crowd with two glasses of champagne, thinking that was a good start to the facade. - only to see Ray already had a glass. He shrugged and downed one of them, setting it aside to place his hand on the small of Ray’s back, every muscle in him tensed for rejection. “He’s not here yet.” 

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"Do you realize what you just did?"

"Is everyone okay?"

"I have no idea what to say to that."

"Why do you have to break my heart this way?"

"I'm going to go down in history for this."

"No one is walking away from that."

"What did you expect?"

"That shouldn't have happened..."

"You are driving me mad."

"Whatever you say, Sherlock."

"What makes you think that is a good idea?"

"Did you kill them?"

"We need to do something."

"No. Just... no."

"I shouldn't have gotten out of bed."

"Are we going to walk away from all this?"

"Maybe we're destined to do this."

"Let's jump."

"Change is necessary. It's the only constant in the universe."

"I'm starting to get excited for this idea."

"I can't... What?"

"Did you have to do it?"

"There's no stopping this."

"It's coming..."

"I'm not going to sit here while you destroy yourself."

"Didn't you just say the opposite of what you said two minutes ago?"

"Leave me here."

"Why bother?"

"I'm not going to sit idly by and let the world burn."

"Can we vote on this?"

"That's fucked up, man."

"We can't do this ourselves."

"We have to try."

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“The hat is overkill.” He said, nodding toward’s Ray’s getup. It was true enough, he wouldn’t get away with his casual wear for this one, but they had time before they had to put plans in action. He could change later. After his drink.

“You think so?” he asked, picking it up and looking it over. “just meet me for recon in an hour, okay?” 

“One hour.” Mick said, heading off towards the kitchen to spend his hour wisely. 

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“Hot?” Ray shook his head, “Nevermind. I’m more concerned I won’t get to have grandchildren because we’re going to get caught, because you’re not going to take this seriously, I mean, really, is that what you’re wearing?”

"The hat is overkill.” He said, nodding toward’s Ray’s getup. It was true enough, he wouldn’t get away with his casual wear for this one, but they had time before they had to put plans in action. He could change later. After his drink.

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“Think of it this way, Haircut, I get to have a hot partner for once, and you get to have a story to tell your grandchildren. Win, win.” 

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