The Group
Len’s POV:
I sat and waited for the others to come racing out into the main area. And right on cue Rip came barging in yelling “Gideon, where the hell are we going”? I just sat there and waited for Gideon to answer. “Mr. Snart has us going to New York: circa 1986 Captain Hunter” Gideon said. Rip and the others looked at me. I just smiled back and got more comfortable. I didn’t really care what the ass hats had to say and I wasn’t going to explain myself to them. “Mr. Snart why the hell are we going to New York city in 1986?” Rip asked very loudly. I smiled and said “we are going to find Mick. You might think he is just a violent, pyro with the I.Q. of meat but your damn wrong and I’m not going to let him suffer any more alone. I had a vision of Mick in 1986 and that is where I am going if you like it or not Captain Asshole”. I saw Rips face turn a bright red and smiled to myself. I was glad he was pissed. Damn it would be even better if all of them were pissed. I gave each of them a look of “don’t you dare” and went back to just relaxing.
As the ship landed in New York, I thought about how Mick was the only person there for me since I was that scrawny fourteen year old boy. Damn I was still that scrawny kid I just had fire power to back me up but I needed my man there as well. I felt my body heat rise up as I thought about Mick and all the things I wish we had done. As the crew gathered in the main room I decided I would tell them my feelings for Mick because they had to truly know what I had lost in their rash decision. “Listen up crew of the Loser Rider, Mick is our number one priority. I don’t care if Vandal Savage is standing right in front of you we are here to bring Mick home with us. He never knew how I truly felt about him and I am damn sure not going to lose him before he does. If any of you have a problem with two men being in love well you can just shove it up your tiny, worthless asses, now lets go” I said and started heading out the front of the ship feeling very empowered at that moment.
I headed toward the arena with the map that Gideon had given me ignoring all the talking happening behind me. I stopped because I heard someone mention Mick’s name so I turned around to see who might have been dumb enough to even attempt to say anything about him. I looked at Jax, who I know was the owner of the voice. He hid himself behind Rip and I smiled but didn’t turn back around. “Haven’t you ever heard if you have something you want to say, then you should share it with the whole group?” I asked with a drop of venom in my voice. Jax gulped, pointed and said “I was just saying that the guy on that poster looks a lot like a younger version of Mick”. I turned around and looked at what Jax had pointed at and sure enough it was Mick with hair. I had completely forgotten how entrancing Mick was at twenty. Then again he was just as entrancing now a days, just with less hair. I motioned for the others to follow and headed toward what must have been the arena.
Lucky for us they still had tickets, and really good ones at that. As we entered the building I was in shock at how crowded the arena was. The crowd was loud and the place smelled like alcohol even though there was a bunch of kids around. We headed to our seats and sat down waiting for this freak show to start. I never was a fan of wrestling and neither was Mick but whatever time was doing, put him here because it wasn’t following the real time stream because I knew for a fact that at twenty years old Mick was in Central City with me starting our life of crime together.
The lights dimmed and one by one the matches went by. Each match got more and more annoying because they were all so easy to call. I just saw the faces of those coming out and I immediately knew who was in a position to win. Maybe that was the reason I never watched it and more importantly then that and I just wanted Mick to come out. Finally, the lights went down and the announcer said “here is the blazing one himself, the master of fire itself, the incredible Heatwave.” That’s when I saw him. He looked just like I remembered twenty year old Mick looking, minus the wrestling shorts. He looked like someone had just made him do a school talent show he didn’t want to do but like only Mick could he played to the crowd. He waved the heat gun high in the air to the chants of the crowd and I couldn’t help but notice his tight wrestling underwear and the fact his dick was very well outlined within them. I heard Sara give a moan of interest herself and I couldn’t help but smile. She leaned over and said “man with those shorts and that hair, no wonder the girls are going nuts in here”. I looked over at her and nodded in agreement. He finished by setting the set up stacks of paper and cloth on fire when he entered the ring. He took off his goggles and for just a minute my heart jumped out of my chest. Seeing his eyes made my guilt come back full force. I took a deep breath and tried to relax myself.
I shifted in my seat. Not many things could bother me but seeing the pain that was lying right beneath Mick’s eyes was hard to see. He was smiling and looking happy but he knew Mick. He was dying inside. i didn’t even know why and how Mick had become his twenty year old self. I mean time traveling to the past just lets you see what happens, not become part of it doesn’t it? That’s how it always worked before. I was hoping that the captain could give us some answers to that very question when we get back to the Waverider,
Jax decided he had enough and choose that very moment to start laughing. I gave him a death glare and shut him up immediately. Rip turned to me and said “I thought the two of you were in Central City at this time Mr. Snart”? I looked at Rip and said “yes, Mick and I were in Central City in 1986 making our mark on the crime syndicate there, I don’t know why the hell that he ended up here and doing this”. Sara placed her hand on my shoulder and said “we shall figure it out, for now lets just make sure Mick doesn’t get himself killed in there” she said pointing back to the ring. I gave her a half smile and returned to watching the match. He was going up against some guy named Ric Flair for some heavy weight championship. He wouldn’t have any issue dropping this guy. I mean the guy wore a flashy coat and shouted “woo” every time he moved. He was annoying me already. I was glad though that we got ringside seats because I could see Mick and know that he was ok the whole time and maybe it would let him know that I was here for him.
Micks POV:
I knew standing in the ring at that moment wasn’t the time to wonder why I had turned into my twenty year old self but I couldn’t help it. Here I was standing in front of thousands of people and It was like I was in this different world. I was in a different world. A different time line. Maybe I had jumped worlds and not times. I didn’t understand all this time shit. I had heard that The Flash had gone to another world so who knows maybe I did as well. Maybe I would try to find this worlds Len and make things work out a lot better than they had with my worlds Len. Shaking my head, I just hoped I wasn’t doomed to stay here and relive my life in this new and weird life turn. I just wanted to find my way back and give Rip one or two good punches across the top of his head.
I straightened up the tight wrestling shorts and got myself set. I had been told that Flair would be losing his belt to me tonight but it was up to me to make it look good, the bloodier the better. I could do that easily. Hell, Rip had said it himself, I’m a brute and I could easily make this Goldie Locks bleed. With one last wave of my heat gun I sat it down outside of the ring and awaited my opponent. The announcer called out Ric Flair’s name and out strutted some blonde, glittering robe loud guy shouting “woo” with every step he took. Damn I could take this guy out without breaking a sweat. He got into the ring, threw off his flashy cover and shouted “woo” again as he showed off the belt. I sighed. I was already tired of this guys theatrics.
As soon as he got the belt out of the ring and they rang the bell I started to pummel the guy. He would try to take a swing at me and I would duck easily. He then grabbed me and threw me down on the ring mat. He took my legs and turned me over and sat. I heard the announcer say he had locked me into the figure four and was wondering if I would be able to get out of it. I laughed to myself. This guy was a lighter weight than Leonard and that was saying a lot. Thinking about Leonard made me mad and I threw the guy across the ring with one kick out. Hearing the audience gasp made me tingle with excitement inside. I loved the fight and here I was getting permission to beat the hell out of some wuss ass who thought he was special.
I decided to throw him outside the ring altogether, so I did. He landed with a satisfying thud. I smiled and headed outside the ring to greet him. He ran to the other side of the ring but I was faster and took him down with a kick to the side of the head. I laughed and raised my arm in triumph and I soaked in the audiences reaction, good and bad. People were excited and actually looked at what I could do as a gift and not some Neanderthal. It was time. I was going to put this loser away and get that belt for myself. Maybe this wasn’t going to be that horrible of a life after all and who knows maybe he can get into kicking the crap out of people with an unknown outcome.
I picked up the guy and swung him over the ropes straight into the center of the ring. Again the elation from the crowd was amazing and it pushed me to give them more. I climbed back into the ring, grabbed Flair by the neck and body slammed him to the mat again. Turning him over I sat down on his chest and sat there just waiting for the referee to get to the count of 3. I heard it. One, two, and three. I heard the announcers say the words all my fans were waiting for, heatwave is the new WWF heavyweight champion. They raised my hand up high and I smiled like a kid on Christmas. I couldn’t wait to find out what was in store next for the champion.
I raised the belt one last time and then fastened it around my waist. I then went and collected my heat gun and fired it off. The audience roared with excitement and so did I. I slid under the ropes and walked slowly around the ring showing off my prize. And then I stopped. I was face to face with someone I didn’t expect to be there at all. Leonard, my Leonard, was staring at me. Mouth agape and not sure what he had just seen. He just stared at me. I knew at that moment he knew it was me and not just my 1986 self. I was so glad. I also saw that the whole Waverider crew was there. Standing in front of Rip and smiling I took off the belt and held it high into the air. The audience erupted into excitement again and whispering to Rip I said “now who has the I.Q. of a piece of meat”. After enjoying Rips astonished look for a few minutes I made my way back to Len. I pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss not giving a damn who saw and what kind of controversy this was going to start and said “I will meet with just you outside the arena after everything quiets down”. Len nodded and I headed back into the locker room.
I walked backwards so I could keep my eyes on Len the whole time. I didn’t want to leave his side. He had come here for me. He wanted me. I needed to get back to him. Damn I was even glad to see blondie and boy scout. The others I could’ve cared less if they fell into the pits of hell at that moment. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for those asses. I know I should’ve kept my temper but hell they didn’t listen to a damn word I said and the worst part is that they got Len involved in carrying out their dirty plan. I waved to Len and was so happy when he waived back. I finally had to duck into the back and once again I felt the world had collapsed.
My manager gave me a slap on the back. “Good job kid. Flair isn’t going to forget that beating for a long time and the fans loved it. They want you to start appearing on television each week. They even want you to headline the next few major events. And what was that kiss about. Man I’ve heard pandering to fans but that was astounding. You have the whole world a buzz. You’re the new face of the WWF”. I smiled at him and excused myself. It felt good for once being thanked and having people actually enjoy the work that I do but at the same time getting back to Len was my top priority. I took a quick shower, got changed into some street clothes and snuck out the back door to be back in the arms of the man I truly love.