{When everything is burnt to ash, rise like a phoenix from the rubble

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[This is Becky Rory. She's a DCtv cast OC. Yeah, that Rory. Mick's kid sister. What info I have available on here is here, but basically she's a scrapper and has issues with assholes, authority, and fire. Until she settles, her stuff will likely be smacked behind a cut-tag because the Rory family history ain't exactly pretty. Don't engage if any of my warning labels could squick you if it came up in a thread, plz.]

The thing about waking up in a lab somewhere when the last thing she remembered was all ash, flame, and smoke, is that she never really expected to wake up at all. And that alone was terrifying. The fact that the room she was in was full of screens and monitors and various strange, foreign equipment that looks like something out of a James Cameron movie just made it about twenty times worse.

The petite blonde, who seemed covered from head to toe in soot, with singed jean shorts and a ripped white tank top that with frayed edges pushes herself slowly to her feet to get a better look around the place. She has no idea where she is, or how she got here, but she's determined to find some answers.

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"Partner?" She repeats, squinting up at him. "What's that mean?" The word holds a weight when he says it that she can't quite grasp. She wants to understand, though, which is why she presses.

"Sounds like someone else I know." her lips curl up in a smart-mouth little smirk.

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Mick has missed her. Missed the questions, missed that toss of her hair, the way she smirks up at him like she can see right through him. A jerk of his head back towards the corridor where Snart is no doubt lurking.
"It means he's a drama queen and a total pain in my ass."

His smile is small, still wrestling with his grief and his guilt over the entire thing. "But I love him."

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She leans around him a little to get a peek into the hallway. "Hey, Mr. Dramaqueen." She calls out behind him, trying to get a rise out of the other man. Either he says something too quietly for her to catch, or he's stubbornly not reacting for the sake of not being called out by a kid. Either way, she'll meet him properly soon enough. Especially if he's so important to Mick.

Her head whips back around at her brother's words. "Love?" Big words from a guy who was never great at them. There's a curiosity there, and some amusement, but nothing like an out-right judgment. Sure, it might be weird, and definitely not at all what she would have pictured for Mick, by any means, but it didn't have to be a bad thing, right?

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Mick's ears are far more attuned to those mutters and he just shakes his head fondly. They'll meet soon. Becks was his whole world growing up, just like Lisa had been to Leonard.

A roll of his shoulder, eyes cutting away for a moment because it was still an awkward thing to admit to anyone who wasn't his partner. "Yeah. Lenny's been my rock since juvie. Since.." since the fire. Since he'd lost everything.

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"Oh." she blinks. "Wow..." With Mick clearly being so much older, and so much time having passed for him...that's a totally long time for him to have with one person. "Well-- good, then." She wasn't sure what else to say, really.

"Think you can take me somewhere with a shower and new clothes?" She asks, mostly to shift the subject a little. And she could really do with them, too.