Hey everyone, welcome to Lovers and Fighters... so Spoilers... this is the version of my story where Kyra and Oliver are together... there is also another version called Saints and Sinners... so if you are interested in seeing what the original concept for this story was go check it out...
This story is for entertainment only and I don't make any money. Arrow and its characters belong to there perspective owners... I only own Kyra.
Onto the story...it will be very similar to Saints and Sinners (only a few tweaks to make the two different version work) until Chp 8 but Spoilers so go check both versions out for yourself. Please review and let me know what you think!
The name of the island they found us on is Lian Yu, it's Mandarin for Purgatory. We've been stranded here for five years. We've dreamt of our rescue every cold black night since then. For five years, we've only had one thought one goal, survive. Survive and one day return home. The island held many dangers, to live we had to make ourselves more than what we were, to forge ourselves into weapons. We are returning not the children that were ship wrecked but as two who will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city.
Two figures moved in perfect sync, racing through the forest, jumping, ducking, and diving over obstacles. Both so in tune with one another that their breathing and footfalls seemed to fall in time together. One wearing a green hood, the other in black. Both bare foot as they raced over the uneven ground, eventually climbing up a large rock outcropping. As they crouched down, the sight that greeted them was a fishing boat coming ever closer to the island, they spared each other a glance before taking off, jumping from one rock to another.
The smaller of the two reached their destination first, a bundle of green cloth nestled in between two rocks. But it was the one in the green hood that reached for the bow and arrows that had remained safely hidden. Once an arrow had been lit, the green hood needed only the quick nod of encouragement from his black hooded companion, before letting it fly true and igniting the signal fire with a violent explosion.
They watched, praying that the men on the boat would not ignore their call for aid, the figure in black moved silently, slipping her hand into her companion's, and intertwining their fingers. Everything was about to change, the world they had left was not the one they would return to, nor would they be returning as the same people.
As the boat turned and moved closer to the island, she gave her companion's hand a squeeze for reassurance, it was finally happening, they were going home.
As the boat came closer, they quickly made their way down to the beach. The fishermen looked scared as the two figures emerged like ghosts from the forest and one even took a step back toward their small boat. The green hood moved slowly toward the men as not to scare them off and sank down onto his knees, as the two fishermen cautiously made their way closer to them. The black hood standing at the tree line with a bow and arrow ready, ever watchful for any sign of an attack.
The man in the green moved to lower his hood, and stared up at their rescuers. The smaller figure in black, deeming they were safe, moved quickly to his side, mindful of her movements as not to frighten the men, and lowered her own. Both revealed long blond hair, gnarled and dirty.
"Please." It came as a soft whisper from the young woman with piercing green eyes.
The two would be rescuers exchanged a few words in Mandarin, seemingly unaware that the two island inhabitance could understand every word. Finally the older of the two men gestured for them to get on the boat that would take them to freedom.
The woman in black squeezed her companion's shoulder before taking off toward the tree line, returning with a box even before her blond companion had made it to his feet.
Once on the boat, they sat huddled together with a ratty blanket thrown over their shoulders. The younger fisherman brought a cup with something warm in it, an apologetic look on his face as he had only one cup for the two of them. The woman gave him a brief smile showing her gratitude and took the cup, taking a cautious sip and handing it over to her companion. She gave a small sigh of pleasure as the warmth of the drink warmed her body. As they shared the cup back and forth, they never took their eyes off the island that had been their home for the last five years. Five long years in purgatory, that had changed and shaped them into something more than when they first arrived on the god forsaken hell on Earth. To survive they had learned to adapt, learned to fight, and now they would return to fulfill the promise they had made to a man they had both loved and who had died so that they might live.
"Oliver Queen is alive. The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after he was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed the Queens Gambit… also found alive was Kyra McCoy, Miss McCoy was the registered medical personnel on board at the time of the accident…."
The local news was playing on the T.V. as the private jet carrying both Oliver and Kyra made its final approach to the Starling City Airport. They were sitting on the couch relaxing, with her tucked into his side and his arm draped over her shoulders. They had slept like this on the island, so it was only natural for them be at each other's side, a comfort and reassurance that the other was alive and unharmed, especially as everything was changing around them. They had been separated once they had reached the hospital on the mainland, for two days they were both tested and poked. Eventually, members the US consulate had arrived and then the long hours of questions and interviews had started. After four days with barely enough time for a shower and haircut, they had finally been released and whisked away to the Queen Consolidated jet that would return them home.
The rest of the news cast was drown out by Kyra's laughter at the picture of him, from five years ago, that was shown.
"Nice hair Ollie, very drunk playboy chic."
Oliver couldn't help but grin as she made fun of him. It was good to hear her laugh, they hadn't done much of that on the island. They both watched the old footage of him drunkenly fighting with the paparazzi, she burst into a new fit of giggles as they showed his mug shot which admittedly he didn't remember ever having taken.
They both quickly sobered as a picture of Robert Queen appeared, both remembering the man that had given his very life for their chance to return home.
They were separated again after they reach Starling City Hospital. Oliver gave one squeeze of her hand before he was taken for even more testing. She just rolled her eyes but returned his gesture, she could manage being apart from him for a few hours without getting into trouble.
When the tests were finally done they were brought to the same private floor, their rooms next to each other. Kyra became restless sitting alone and quickly and silently found her way into Oliver's room. He didn't move from where he was standing by the window staring out at the city, but he knew she was there. Just as she knew not to push him when he retreated into himself, she just climbed onto his bed, sat cross legged, and pulled his pillow to her chest, waiting for him to re-center himself.
They took comfort in knowing the other was there, someone who shared the same experiences; who knew what it was like on the island and how hard it was to come home. There was no need to speak as they had long ago learned how to read each other.
They were disturbed by the muffled words coming from right outside the door, neither turned as they could see the reflection of their doctor and Oliver's mother in the window. They could hear pieces of the conversation "… twenty percent… scar tissue…. burns…fractures… never healed…. Kyra… similar injuries… barely said anything…. prepare yourself…. Oliver… lost… not the one found."
"Time to face the music Ollie." Kyra softly spoke.
The door slowly opened as Moira Queen entered the room. She didn't seem to notice Kyra, being solely focused on her son.
"Oliver." They could both hear the relief and slight disbelief that her son was standing in front of her.
Kyra sat silently ready to give Oliver whatever support he would need. He took a breath and steeled himself before he turned to face his mother.
He stood completely still for a moment, taking in the fact that his mother stood before him. How often did he dream about this day, and now it had finally arrived.
"Mom." That single word seemed to convey all the love he had for her.
Kyra had to look away as they moved toward each other, not only to give them privacy but also to get control of the overwhelming grief and heartache that was clawing its way up her throat. There would be no reunion for her like this, for all those she considered family were long dead or in the room.
"Oh, my beautiful boy."
She could hear the muffled sobs of relief coming from Moira as Oliver had the first real contact with his family in five years.
Eventually, Oliver pulled away and took Kyra's hand, tugging her off the bed, and bringing her to stand next to him.
"Mom, I would like you to meet Kyra. She is one of the reasons I am alive today."
Moira seemed to have a hard time getting herself under control and Kyra not knowing what else to do stuck out her hand. She tensed as Moira grabbed her in a hug, whispering thank you, thank you, over and over again.
Oliver feeling her tense, squeezed her hand, reassuring her that he wasn't going to leave her to the mercy of his mother. She squeezed his hand back, but it was a promise of retribution for allowing his overly emotional mother cling to her.
Oliver hid a small smile as two of the four most important woman in his life met for the first time.
Eventually, Moira released Kyra with a watery smile and apology for manhandling her. With a promise to return in the morning to bring Oliver home Moira made her way out of the room.
"That went well," as he said it, Oliver braced himself for his punishment which came in the form of Kyra punching him in the arm. He winced, rubbing the spot as she moved away with a self-satisfied grin on her face, from someone so little she could inflict a lot of pain when she wanted to.
They moved to the bed and settled in for the night, Oliver on his back with Kyra tucked into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. When the night nurse came to check on her charges she found them resting peacefully together.
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