Time Child

Scars

  Greta opens up to Mick. 

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Mick recognized the footsteps before the person walked into the workshop, he knew who was standing by the door even before the words slipped out of the lips; he didn't have to look up from the piece of engine he was trying to upgrade as he sat on the floor, tools around him and a few new cuts over his hands.

With a soft growl he greeted the visitor "Hey Blondie"

"What's up?" she asked, he heard her walking around the room, her steps light unlike the rest of the members of the Waverider; something about the way she walked rang bells in his mind.

"Working" he spoke in an obvious tone, she let out a noise between a snort and a chuckle and Mick felt his face stretch into a small smile.

"I know" she laughed "You've been here a long time, that's why I'm here"

This time Mick did look up, she was standing closer to him than he had anticipated, wearing a pair of jean shorts that showed a few scars on her legs; but what drew his attention was the plate she was holding in her right hand and the water bottle she had clutched in her left one.

"What's that?"

"Sandwiches" she smiled, she sat down on the floor next to him and leaned against the wall, she handed him the plate and when he didn't take it, she gave his foot a soft kick with her own "Two of them are for you," she placed the bottle next to his leg and then took one of the sandwiches as Mick pulled out his gloves and took the plate.

"Why?" asked Mick, he hadn't even realized he was hungry until he had seen the sandwiches.

"Why what?" she asked, she took a munch from her sandwich and looked at him, her eyes big.

"Why did you make me sandwiches?" he asked, he took one of the sandwiches and placed the plate over his lap.

"Why not?" she shrugged "You've been here for hours, everyone else already had lunch, even Sara who spend the night in the medical bay"

"We had a rough night getting the axe last night" Mick agreed "But you didn't have too"

"I know" she shrugged again "But I like you"

Mick glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, people didn't usually like him, the Snarts were like his family but it was different, this girl had come to the ship a month ago and now she was just stating that she liked him and he wasn't even sure people should ever like him.

Greta smiled simply and pushed the last bit of the sandwich into her mouth, Mick looked at her as they both chewed; it wasn't that he had forgotten that there was something wrong with her, she had lied and he was sure she still was, but he had to admit that Greta had a way to creep into you and before Mick knew it, he had started to like having her around.

The young woman patted his knee and left her hand over it as she leaned back and her eyes darted around the room, she examined the tools here and there, the discarded pieces of metal and the oil and the way everything smelled; a smell that was so familiar to her that made her throat close and she pressed her lips into a thin line to avoid a sob to slip out of her lips.

"You ok?" asked Mick, he looked at her.

The young woman nodded and pulled her legs up to her chest, she squeezed his knee and he looked down at her hand; it didn't bother him to be touched like it happened to Leonard, but it was weird, the way her hand rested over his leg.

And then as he watched her pull her legs up to her chest, he noticed a scar that he knew too well, he knew it because he had many of those over his body; a burn scar.

"What happened?" he asked, his eyes over the scar; Greta followed his eyes and looked at the scar that rested just above her ankle.

"A bad decision" she chuckled "A friend made a bonfire" she continued when Mick turned to look at her "A guy punched one of my friends and a fight started" she pulled her hand away from Mick and traced her fingers over the scar "It could have been worse but my step dad knew what to do to fix it" she shrugged.

"How did you get it?"

"I got shoved and I stepped over one of the logs on the bonfire" she turned to look at him "The log flipped up and before I knew it, my sock was on fire and I got this"

"Huh" whispered Mick "Your stepdad" he glanced at her "What about your father?"

"He was pissed as fuck" she laughed, "Not with me though, my mom was the one angry at me" she leaned her head against Mick's shoulder "My dad went out to find the guy that shoved me into the fire, my stepdad had to be the voice of reason"

"I take your stepdad and your dad take along?"

"Um" she whispered and shrugged "Yeah, you could say they do"

Sara and Leonard walked into the room after a silence had fallen between the pyromaniac and the newbie; Sara still had a bandage around the shoulder from the wound she had gotten the night before, but other than that she looked fine.

"Greta" smiled Sara "I wondered where you had gone"

"She was bringing lunch" Mick said as he raised his plate to Sara and Leonard, Greta smiled at them with her head still over Mick's shoulder.

She looked at Leonard as Sara started to talk to Mick and walk around the room, he looked at her, the way her hair fell over the knees she had against her chest, her legs toned and long and her hands entwined around her legs; ad he could feel her, the way her fingers touched his face so tenderly and softly.

They looked at each other as Leonard walked towards a table and leaned against it, he had been playing with Sara a few rounds of cards but then he had wondered were Mick was and they had ended up here; with Sara pointing out a few things that could be done to the engine and with Leonard and Greta looking at each other.

Her eyes watched as he walked, as his body leaned against the table, curves and edges and his piercing eyes over her and all she could think about was the way his lips felt against hers and she smirked as she looked at him just before she pulled her head away from Mick and spoke.

"Well, Mick, I'll see you later"

She pushed herself up as Mick turned to look at her and nodded, Sara glanced and picked up a tool that she handed to Mick.

"Thanks for lunch, Blondie" he called.

"Anytime" laughed Greta, she looked at him and smiled just as she walked past Leonard, Sara took Greta's seat next to Mick and as her eyes turned to Heat Wave, Greta brushed her fingers against Leonard's; his fingers reaching to her as subtly as he could.

"I'll be in the living room if you guys need me" she said.

And Leonard nodded as she walked out.