Homecoming - for @cutepoison

[old_school]

I'll call you tomorrow.

Len should switch off his phone, should stop looking at the damn screen. It was a promise he shouldn't have made but there weren't exactly a laundry list of people he could talk to about what happened to him.

"And I want you to be able to feel like you can ask for it, that you'll be safe or have a place to go when you need it. I'll be here."

Not exactly an offer he'd planned on taking Michael up on, but after the Vanishing Point, Len needed to talk this through with someone. While he could reach out to Mick, Hunter, or anyone else on the Waverider they had bigger issues to deal with. Snart had never anticipated trusting the kid, much less considering him family but here he is, ready to lay everything out on the table.

Falling into time. Dying.

Fuck it. He might have died but he still needs to sleep. Len sets the phone down with far more force than necessary and rolls over with a huff. He can call Michael in the morning.

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The decision doesn't seem any smarter in the morning, but as soon as Len is setting foot back in Central City, he's pulling out his phone to call Michael.

"Think Barry can spare you for an evening?"

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[old_school]

Len hadn't gone on the mission to be a hero. He hadn't intended to die on that mission as well, to feel like he was part of something bigger, to sacrifice himself to save his friends. His team.

"Can't do that," he bites out. "Falling into time, into the time stream itself, I think it changed me. I need to know how. I need to know what it did to me." If he's a danger to anyone else. More than just his typical need to stay in control and be hyper-aware of everything around him, Len has to know.

"I have to know." He has to know before he can really talk to Mick, reach out to his old friend and partner again.

[cutepoison]

Michael frowns softly and turns his eyes down to stare at his cup of tea as he turns it in his fingers, thinking, calculating.

"Maybe the others at the Lab can help you figure that out?" He sighs.

"I know that's not what you want to hear but they would probably know more about this kind of stuff? They can run tests. Try to see what happened to you. Or at least confirm for you that nothing has changed." He shrugs.

"It might put your mind at ease."

[old_school]

No, that's not what he wanted to hear at all. Len knows that it's the truth and that sooner or later he's going to have to reach out to the more scientifically-minded for help but it still boils down to asking for help and he's never been good at that. "I've never been one for doctors."

"Something has changed." Reaching out Len pulls a packet of sugar from the little caddy and rips it open, pouring a few grains into his cupped palm. "Been working on this little talent for a couple of weeks now."

When he turns his hand over the sugar doesn't spill immediately to the table. It drifts down slowly as if somehow suspended.

"I need to know what else might have happened to me but I won't wait it out in the Pipeline while Ramon and Wells argue like an old married couple about what I'm turning in to." And that's it. His fear. That something is being done to him and he can't control it, can't see what's coming next.

[cutepoison]

Michael's brows furrow softly as he watches Len turn his hand and the grains of sugar slowly fall as if in slow motion. He tilts his head and reaches out to try and touch the sugar or the field and when he does he gets some resistance, as time slows the movement of his digit. He'll pull back and pick up a packet of his own, throwing it sideways through it, watching it sail slowly, bumping grains of sugar aside before flying out the other side at a normal rate and probably landing in Len's lap somewhere.

"Huh." He sips his tea and contemplates things, too distracted by what he's seen to notice their meal arrive.

"You said the thing you blew up... it was a machine that controlled time, right?" His eyes are still fixated on the sugar which is now laying on the table top.

"What if... somehow you did survive, ejected into the time stream by the machine, and though it's gone, it sort of transferred to you. Popped you out where you wanted to be most." Home. His time.

"With practice you may be able to jump through time or at least effect wider areas."

[old_school]

Slowing down time in small areas comes easier to him - to simply wish things to go slower and to know that it's going to happen. What concerns Len was the risk. What happens when he's startled and someone gets hurt, someone gets trapped in a time ripple and he can't break them free. What if he hurts someone he cares about?

"Yes," he answers after a moment, fingers loose around his tea as he watches the liquid swirl around the ceramic cup. "It was a machine they used to control time and control our actions. We were manipulated into helping Savage at every turn."

Slowly he sweeps the sugar to the side, fishing the extra packet from his lap and tossing it back onto the table. "I was thrown into the time stream after the explosion, that much I remember. The rest, I can't be sure."

[cutepoison]

Fingers gently tap the table in thought, brow knitted as he mulls it over but he really sees no other way around this.

"If it helps, I can go with you? I'll make sure they don't just lock you up like some dangerous lab experiment." He'd have his back, he's not afraid to stand up to Wells.

"I can't think of anyone else that would be more suited to figuring out your abilities and answering all the hows, whys and whats for you." And Len knows he's right.

"Let us help you Len." Because even if he doesn't feel like he does a whole lot at the labs, he's been adopted into it and does work with the team where he can help.

"I wish I knew the answers but I only know structures and buildings. Not super powers and time travel." The team at the labs, they're scientists and doctors. And it does somewhat bother him he can't really help Len much other than to be there for him as support through this.

"Just know I'm here for you, no matter what. Okay? If you need me, I'll do whatever I can."

[old_school]

"You can't tell Mick." A beat. "Or Oliver. They can't know about this until I'm sure whatever happened to me isn't dangerous." Bad enough he's exposing Michael to the potential, but Len won't risk anyone else.

"I know you will," he answers after a moment. That was why he'd come to him in the first place, because Michael was one of the damned few people he could count on. "I trust you."