Author's Note- Hey guys, so I wanted to write about how Nyssa and Sara met. Hope you like it, reviews are welcome.

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She Showed Me The Way

One

'Lian Yu. That is where you are going', my father told me one day.

I wondered if it was for more training, even though I was already an excellent swords woman by the age of eight. But of course, as you grew you learnt that life still has many things to teach you.

Lian Yu was not known for it's scenery and leisurely walks but I followed the dirt paths anyway.

As I neared the beach, something caught my eye.

The two men who had come with me as back up if any trouble should arise, reached for their swords.

They noticed it was a person at the same time as I did.

I held up a hand to stop them and they relaxed but only slightly.

Making my way onto the pebbled beach, I saw that the person was in fact a woman and she looked weak, near death to be more precise.

I moved closer, hand on the hilt of my own dagger just in case.

She was alive.

Her breathing was shallow and labored, her blonde hair caked in dirt and sand. Her blue eyes looked faded and dull.

I pursed my lips as I looked down at her.

Slowly and with a hand that shook violently, she reached up to me.

"Help me..." She rasped.

I was torn.

I was taught to kill and not to show mercy or feel compassion but this was different, it felt different.

The men behind me now came to stand at my side.

One spoke up.

"We should kill her. She's close to death anyway."

I frowned but my gaze didn't leave her's.

"No. We shall take her back with us-"

"But Ra's-"

"Will know nothing until I decide otherwise." I snapped, throwing a glare at him over my shoulder.

"He will know as soon as we step foot in Nanda Parbat. Your father is no fool Nyssa."

I nodded.

"I know but..."

But what? Why did I want to take care of this woman? What if she couldn't be saved? What if she had some hidden injury and she would die as soon as we made it back home?

What if she lives? A small voice in the back of my brain asked.

I looked down at her again, watched as she squinted against the harsh sunlight.

Making up my mind, I nodded to the men.

"Take her. We're bringing her home."

...

"I taught you better than this, Nyssa! How dare you bring a stranger here!"

I lowered my head as my father shouted his displeasure.

His voice echoed around the walls of the great all.

A few men stood on the other side of the doors just behind him.

"Father, if you would just let me explain." I pleaded.

"Please do! Because I did not raise you to take in strays!" He thundered, his grey eyes wide, the anger coming off of him in waves.

I took a breath and forced myself to look up.

"She was near death. I will take full responsibility for her. I will care for her, train her once she is strong enough and once she becomes part of the league, you will see that she-"

"Part of the league? What makes you think I will allow such a thing?" Ra's cut in.

"I can train her, Father. Imagine how valuable she would be to you. If I could train her to be like me. To fight, to kill. You would have another worthy assassin. I know she looks weak now but I can see her strength. Please, Father, let me do this."

Ra's sighed, his brows still furrowed into a deep frown.

Let his daughter train another?

Ra's went to his chair and sat down, rubbing a hand over his face.

"You puzzle me, Nyssa."

I stayed silent.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, he sighed again and then nodded.

"Very well. She can stay but Nyssa, if she steps out of line, you take full responsibility for her."

I nodded, biting back a smile that threatened to play on my lips.

I nodded to him, bowed respectfully -he was the Demon after all- and left to find the girl.

I had requested that she be sent to my room and as I opened the door, that was where I found her, a healer that I had requested waiting by the bed.

"How is she?" I asked, my voice hard.

The healer nodded.

"She will live but it will be a slow process. She is very weak and needs nutrition."

I nodded that I understood.

"Make sure she gets it."

The healer straightened and I turned back around to look at her.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, as I sensed there was one.

"Ra's has told me that you are to accept full responsibility for the girl. I am no longer needed here."

I frowned.

"What do I know about healing?"

"With all due respect Nyssa, your father told me that she is your problem alone and to find a way."

I clenched my teeth as the healer scurried past and left me alone with the girl.

I looked around and went over to the bed, looking down on her.

"How am I supposed to help you?" I asked her even though I know she couldn't hear me.

I sighed and spotted the bowl on the table by the bed with a wash cloth beside it.

I shrugged out of my coat and put it in the closet on the far side before I went back to her and dipped the wash cloth into the bowl of water.

I rang it out and hesitated briefly before dabbing at a nasty looking cut on her forehead.

She moved beneath my hand and I flinched as she stirred and frowned a little.

"What happened to you?" I whispered.

She seemed to settle again and relaxed back into the pillows.

I smiled a little and continued to dab at her cuts. I found she had bruises on her arms and legs too and I did what I could to heal them as well.

I left her alone then, choosing to sleep somewhere else while she had my bed.

Maybe tomorrow, she would be awake and we could talk.

I could find out what happened to her and maybe I could get her to eat something.

I had not been asleep too long when a faint knocking came at my door.

I opened my eyes, grabbed my robe, slipped it on and went to answer the door.

I had to admit, I was angry at being awoken at such a time.

"Yes?" I snapped as I wrenched the door open.

"Forgive me Nyssa but the girl, she is crying out in your room."

"So go and see to her."

"It is not my place. Your father forbids it."

I rolled my eyes.

I had forgotten that Father had placed the girl in my care and I was solely responsible for her.

"Very well. I shall see to her."

The servant nodded, gave a little bow and then left.

I sighed and left the room, pulling the robe tighter around myself as I made my way down the corridor and to the girl's room, well my room originally.

When I went inside, I saw her thrashing around on the bed, her brows knitted together in a deep frown, her fists clenched in the sheets.

I shut the door quietly behind myself and went over to sit on the edge of the bed.

I gently shook her shoulder but she didn't come out of whatever horrible nightmare she was currently experiencing.

I shook her a little harder but it made her lash out and she brought her hand up to slap me.

I caught her wrist and at that, her eyes snapped open.

Pale blue eyes locked with mine and she glared at me, baring her teeth like some sort of wild animal.

Before I could react, she lunged forward and tackled me to the floor.

I held her above me, trying to keep her fingernails from my face.

"Where am I?!" She roared as she tried to scratch at my face.

"Nanda Parbat! I saved you!" I grunted as I tried to keep the small space between us.

She kept glaring down at me, she looked practically feral.

"Why?!" She barked.

"Because you were near death and I couldn't leave you!"

The girl shook her head, the expression on her face unreadable.

I glared back at her.

"You're welcome by the way." I spat.

She suddenly pushed back and sat on the floor as I sat up, getting my breath back.

"I was on Lian Yu." She said but I guessed she was talking more to herself than to me.

She looked up suddenly and frowned again.

"Nanda Parbat...what is that?"

"An island. You are in the house of the League of Assassins. I am Nyssa Al Ghul, Heir to the Demon." I explained, feeling a little bit of pride that I could call myself that.

"Who is the Demon?" She asked.

"Ra's Al Ghul. My father." I replied.

She looked like none of this interested her in the slightest and why would it? She didn't know where she was, she'd never heard of me or my father.

She was just a stranger here.

She went to stand then her hand flew to her side as she winced and sat back down again, letting out a hiss of pain.

"You should not move too quickly. You have many bruises and injuries unhealed." I warned.

The girl looked at me.

"You've had me checked?"

"I...I looked myself."

This didn't appear to be something she was pleased with and that glare returned to her face.

"If you're an assassin, why did you save me?"

I bowed my head and then looked at her again for a second before not being able to look into the blue eyes for longer than was comfortable. I'd never met anyone that made me nervous before but she was doing a damn good job of it.

"Quite honestly I do not know." I admitted.

"You must have a reason."

"Well I don't!" I snapped, becoming angry for what seemed like no reason at all.

Maybe I was angry at myself for showing compassion to someone I didn't even know.

I'd left plenty of men to die that had fought bravely side by side with me but now there was this girl who hadn't done a damn thing for me and suddenly, I was taking care of her like she was a long lost friend I was trying to help.

None of it made sense to me and even less sense to her.

Now she was staring at me and I got to my feet, extending a hand and helping her up.

"You should rest now. I'll see you in the morning."

The girl didn't argue as she crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders.

I turned and went to leave when I stopped and looked back at her.

"What is your name?" I asked, my voice a little above a whisper.

She looked at me, those blue eyes softening but only a little.

"Sara."