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[ Another day, another breacher. This time, pitching out a battle-worn and torn version of Barry Allen that goes sprawling into the cortex like he's been literally thrown through the breach. And maybe he was. Either way, she scrambles back to feet that are only half supportive, trying to get back to and through the breach before it closes.

He is not even a little successful. ]

No...oh. No.

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Mick has seen enough weird since boarding the Waverider and a hell of a lot more since arriving in this version of STAR labs. Different versions of Flash. Different versions of Robin Hood.

So what's another one?

He picks up his beer. "No clear way back, Red. No sense in looking."

Oh, he doesn't...really like the sound of that. Not when Iris is in danger and every single one of this remnant brothers are being slaughtered for trying to protect her. He hasn't even realized it's Mick he's talking to. One of his ears is ringing like he got clocked with a gong, and it's hardly the only thing going on here.

He shook his head. "No. I...Cisco can open up a breach. Send me back."

"No he can't kid. Got a few other versions of you here too and so far none of them can run anywhere without bouncing right back here."

Mick gets up, reaches out to steady the stricken speedster. "You can't go home Red. Not yet."

He jerks away from Mick, which doesn't really help with that whole 'steady on his feet' situation. In fact, it kind of makes it a lot worse. Not that the battle damage he's clearly suffered, judging by the damage done to his uniform, has helped any. There are entire segments of the suit just torn away, scraped or gouged out. "I can't be here, he'll kill her."

Mick doesn't seem to take offense - most people don't want to be touched by him as a rule.

Head tilt.
Her.
Give him a second, he'll put it together.

"Her? Wait. You mean West?"

He's also in pain, so that doesn't help matters. Not that he really cares, he's sort of focused. "Yes!"

A slow breath and shake of his head. This time he's going to get Red over to medical, even if he has to carry him there.

"Relax kid. The girl is fine. Some screw up wound up with you inviting me to the wedding." Because it had to be a screwup. Mick isn't wedding guest material.

"That's not...what?" A dazed Barry Allen is a dazed Barry Allen, time remnant or no. "That's not what happened. They didn't-we're not married."

"Not yet, kid. Time travel is a bitch," he smirks. "I was there. You, her, big stupid dress."

"Me? No. Not me." Being a time remnant and all.

"Yeah you." Because for all his training as Chronos at the Vanishing Point, it hasn't yet occurred to Mick that this is a time remnant and not Barry Allen.

"Ain't like she went and married Ramon."

"No. Not me. Barry, maybe. Not me."

Frown. "So if you ain't Barry, who are you?"

"It's complicated. I have to get back, I can't let anything happen to her."

Scowl.
Mick is never a fan of dismissals like 'it's complicated'. Like he can't follow things.

"I just told you kid. She's fine."

It's more like Barry can't find the words to explain it at the moment. "No she's not. I don't know when you're from or what world or what version of the timeline!"

[Barry peaks in having heard the sounds of someone entering the labs and well, he wishes he could say seeing himself is shocking, but maybe...well this is the first time he's seen himself this freaked out]

Barry? What's wrong? [And 3, 2, 1 cue freakout]

[ At some point this Barry must have gotten away from Mick in search of another way out. That must be it. He certainly hasn't received any medical attention. At the sight of Barry Allen The Original, he doesn't exactly look happy. ]

I need to get back. You need to re-open a breach.

Woah calm down. What's wrong...where are you from? Wait, you're hurt...come on, let's get you cleaned up.

No, don't. Don't touch me, he's going to kill her.

[Barry throws his hands up in surrender, eyes wide and on alert but not afaid]

Okay, okay, not touching. This is me not touching. Who is going to kill who? And I'm sorry you can't leave. None of us can.

Savitar. Iris. How do...how do you not remember this? Where is this place?

Something Mick could actually empathize with. His aphasia kicks up when he has to talk about certain aspects of his past or of time travel. So he shakes his head, all but dragging the injured kid over to the boards where a few versions of Barry, Wells and God knows who else have been working out temporal equations.

"Here. 2017," Mick jams a finger at a cluster of numbers and symbols. "You and West got married. I was there. Earth-1 and all. Calm down before you fall down, Red."

And when it's become evident that this version of Barry won't listen to Mick and won't calm the fuck down, he goes off in search of someone the kid might listen to.

.. even if he is a cop.

Joe is rushing towards the Cortex, expression one of shock and dismay at the general state of his son. "Barry? Barry what the hell happened?"

He looks these numbers over. Poked hard at anothe cluster. "She dies here. I know, I saw it. Wally saw it. Infantino street."

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