[continued from here with @mancnfire]
He had been worried sick when Mick went missing, especially when the older man hadn’t returned after a week. He was known to wander off and take time alone to recharge, but this was extensive, even for Mick, and Michael didn’t like it.
He couldn’t go to the police witha missing persons charge - that would only end badly for Mick, who, while he was missing, was also wanted by the cops for a variety of things that would certainly get him locked away. And even the thought of that happening sent waves of dread through Michael.
He was good at finding people who had gone missing. God knew he had had to do it with Lincoln dozens of times, and had tried to do it with their dad. With some of Lincoln’s friends’ help, he finally figured out where Mick might be, and set up the plan to get him out.
It was by no means a good plan. It wasn’t as though he had extensive knowledge of this place, or its workings, or a lot of time with which to plot. But he did what he could, and he went in.
A few distractions later, he finally found Mick, in horrendous condition but alive. A twisting ache gathered in Michael’s chest and he hurried forward, falling to his knees in front of Mick. The other man flinched at the sound of his voice, staring at him with wide, vulnerable gaze, and Michael was sure his heart stopped in his chest.
“Mick.” He reached out, very hesitantly, brushing the lightest of touches against the other’s shoulder before drawing back. “Mick. It’s okay. It’s just me.” He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a few tools he could hopefully use to pick the locks to the chains, which he started attempting right away, brow furrowed in concentration. "I’mgoing to get you home. I promise.” He spared a glance Mick’s way, expression one of concern. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
