Slow Burn- (Mick Rory/Reader)
As promised a Mick fic! Just a one shot, testing my boundaries. There’s so much we don’t know about him, I really hope we learn more! (there is a potential for a continuation, but not at this time! Too much going on!)
Imagine Mick coming to find you after not seeing you for a year. Something you both promised to do on the anniversary of your meeting one another.
Mick sat in the where house listening to Snart drone on and on about this Flash guy. Who cared? As long as he got his cut, some guy in a red suit wasn’t his problem until he got in his way.
He stood up finally walking toward the exit. Snart looked at him surprised, “Mick where are you going?”
“I’ve got something to do.” Mick told him, “Forgot what day it was.”
“We have a job!” Snart looked at him crossly.
“I’ll be back for it.” He looked back at him, “I’ve got to take care of something.”
“Fine, but if I’m not here you best bust ass to make it to our target.” Snart’s eyes narrowed on him.
“I don’t think it’s going to take me two days to visit someone.” Mick smirked, “Well…maybe if things go smoothly.”
“Mick…” Snart’s voice was heavy with irritation.
“I’ll be back…god…fricken cold son of bitch…” He mumbled as he walked out quickly letting his eyes adjust.
He couldn’t believe he almost forgot. He would’ve been so hot if he had missed the opportunity to see you again. It had become his yearly ritual since his ‘revelation’.
Twenty minute later he was leaning outside of the St. Andrews Emergency bay watching you talking to other EMTs. He smiled inwardly watching you toss your head back laughing as something one of them said.
You laughed once for him and he loved it.
He didn’t know what went wrong. Yes he did…Snart. He didn’t think he had the flames under control. He did, Snart didn’t understand. He could never understand the heat, cold bastard.
Mick could hear someone talking over him. Medical terms, bumpy movements…ambulance.
“Let them know he had third degree on over half of his body and take Fifth, we need a short cut! We need to get him there faster!”
“Ma’am he’s a criminal. There’s no rush.”
There was a pause. Enough to get Mick’s blood boiling before he heard someone speak, “Officer Warren, with all due respect…this man is my patient and I intend to do everything in my power to help him.”
“I’m just saying…” WHUMP! Officer Warren was going to take a long nap.
Mick’s hand wrapped around a small neck pushing them against the bus’ wall. The ambulance slammed to a halt. The momentary shift didn’t phase him as he held this woman against the wall.
You stared down to him as the two in the front started to freak out. You raised your hand stopping them. You swallowed feeling his tight grip around your throat. You knew the amount of pressure it took the break a neck. You could already tell that there would be heavy bruising.
Still he just stared at you. Those green pools deciding his next move. Your tried desperately to find the ground to alleviate some of the pressure from your neck, “Please…”
His eyes flickered at the sound of your voice. He watched your gloved hand gently touch his arm, “I just…want…to help…”
It took a few more seconds for him decide, but he set you down, “We’re leaving…”
“You need a hospital…” You told him rubbing your neck.
“I said we’re leaving.” He started throwing things in a bag.
“Y/N…” He glanced back seeing you look at the two in the front. They flinched when he caught them looking at you.
You looked back to him then over to them, “It’s okay…I’ll be alright. This man needs help and he’s not going to go…I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
He watched you pull open a drawer full on bandages and another with IV bags. You placed them in the bag and looked at him, “I will go with you, but you have to let them leave.”
“I just need you.” He grabbed your arm roughly kicking open the doors and dragged you out.
He sighed heavily as he leaned against the building more. He regretted all of that. He’d gotten what he wanted, but he’d hurt you a lot along the way.
You’d helped him find out what that accident really meant. The fire revealed everything to him. It made him see things in a new perspective. The burns would stand as a reminder of that.
Your eyes finally fell over at him. He tensed a little as you stared. You excused yourself as you walked toward him. He turned walking out of view. He wanted to see you, not make you lose your job for seeing him.
“Mick…” He smiled with his back turned to you, but wiped it away when he looked at you, “I thought that was you.”
You were smiling at him. He put his hands in his pockets, “Yeah…well…you asked me to come.”
“I’d thought you’d forget.” You told him your eyes twinkling irresistibly.
“I can go.” He pointed behind him take a step away.
“No.” You grabbed his hand, “We made a promise…”
“You made a promise. I was just present.” He told you looking at your small hands holding his large one.
You rolled your eyes, “I get off in a few hours…”
“I should…get off the street…” He muttered a little.
“Go to my place.” You told him smirking, “I know you can get in, so I won’t bother giving you my key.”
He couldn’t help it any longer, his smile popped through as he laughed, “You’re not wrong.”
You smiled at him finally getting what you really wanted from him, “I’ll grab us some dinner on the way home.”
“I’ll be there.” He nodded feeling your hand slip from his. At the last second he tightened his grip getting you to look at him.
He pulled you back to him taking your face and leaned down kissing you. He smiled when he felt your hands meet his sides. He missed that.
When you parted from him you smiled, “I’ll see you at home.”
He smiled watching you walk away. He tilted his head smirking, “Stop watching my ass, Mick.”
His ears started to burn. How did you always know? “But it’s a nice ass!”
