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

[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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And if a few tears track silently down his face while his baby sister sobs, Mick won't even wipe them away. He's frozen. Rooted to the spot.

All your fault.
All your fault.
She loved you.
You killed her.

Monster
Monster
Monster

No. He deserves every last damn minute of this. For every time he mentioned the fire like it didn't matter, like he didn't care. Like he was happy his bastard old man and useless mother died. Thinking about that and not the innocent lives he took because he was too fucking slow. Too enamored with the flames to do anything about it.

His jaw works for a moment. Swallowing beyond the lump in his throat. In his chest.

"Yeah Becks. Yeah it's me."

She takes half a step toward him, and then a full step. And the next thing she knows, she s darting over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him as more tears start to fall again.

His fault.
The guilt is going to eat him alive.

In fact he's so lost in it that he barely registers Becks throwing her arms around him. Sobbing into his chest. His baby sister. He closes his eyes as his arms fold around her. Lowering his head to breathe in the smell of ash and smoke and her favorite shampoo beneath all of that.

She deserved so much better.
So much.

"'m sorry Becks. 'm so so goddamn sorry."

She just holds onto him until her tears fade away again. She pulls back slowly and swipes both hands under her eyes. Becky has no idea what to say, or what to make of anything happening right now. But she wishes she knew something, anything she could do to help melt away all that guilt on her big brother's face.

Lenny is good with words.
Sara is good with words.

Mick? He doesn't have the first clue what to say to her. She loved him and he was the one responsible for her death. Before she even really got a chance to live.

"I'll get you someplace safe. Somehow."

A true Rory trait: How do words and emotions? Becky isn't any more sure about it than Mickey. "With you." She says, almost instantly, an echo of the little girl clinging to her big brother when Dad got scary. "I'm safest with you."

Sure. He'd just admitted that he was, more or less, the reason she died. But she didn't know that until this moment. She still has a hard time thinking of him as a killer. Her kiler. It doesn't fit her opinion of him, really.

Something they learned well as children. Words and emotions weren't really dealt with in that farmhouse. He rests a hand in her hair, keeping her close when what he should be doing is getting her somewhere safe, somewhere far from him.

"No. No you aren't. You.. Becks I killed you. The fire was my fault. But me and Lenny.. we can take you somewhere else. You can be a free bird like you always wanted."

She leans into him, despite everything that says she should be afraid, all she sees is her big brother. Much bigger than he's supposed to be, but whatever.

"Killed implies murder, which implies intent," she recites at him. "You didn't murder anyone if it was an accident." That was how she would have to separate it, and pin it down, to not cross those wires. She refuses to be afraid of the only family she even has now.

There's a beat.
And a frown.
And she pulls back a little.

"Who's Lenny?"

Of course she's gonna get into details like that and it makes his chest ache. A small smile as he tucks her hair behind her ear. "My partner. My whole damn world. Met him in juvie after the fire and never looked back."

That's right Becky, not only did your brother cause the fire that killed you, he's in love with a guy.

"Total pain in the ass, but you'd like him."

"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.

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."

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?

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.

"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.

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

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