WARNING:Laurel (and all of the halucinated versions of characters) are different then normally. And Laurel is more like mean older sister who want to fight with the youngest one and act politely with the strangers. That's because this is her version from the world, where Sara and Oliver never left and Laurel and Oliver were a couple all that years. And Laurel live in rich world for some time so she is little spoiled by it.

CHAPTER 1

(Arrow 5x08)

Invasion

Sara woke up when she heard a knock on the glass. She looked around in confused. She sat in a car parked in front of the Queen's residence. And behind the window was... Laurel. What's going on here? She shouldn't be in the car, she fought... And Laurel was ...

Sara smiled wearily at the laughing Laurel bouncing behind the window. Yes, Laurel is getting married tomorrow. And Sara arrived at their pre-wedding dinner. She had a beautiful dresses in her suitcase. Three, precisely. She bought them all in the new boutique name Gideon.

Laurel was standing in the end of the car which bring Sara here and puting out the luggages. Sara still couldn't believe it. Her older sister will live in this beautiful large house with servants, gardener, chef and no student loans. Happy is the life of millionaires.

"God. How much luggage did you bring?" Laurel laughed in her breathless as she pulled out the second and the hardest of the luggages. Yes, this was Lauren's happy time, and Sara must not mess it with envy. She put on her happiest expression and jumped out of the car. "What, do you think you're moving in?" It was hitting below the belt from Laurel. But Sara didn't let herself cry, as she know Laurel, she not even aware of it.

"Oh! I wish." Sara smiled and went to hug her older sister. Just don't mess it.

"I miss you." Laurel murmured Saura's ear as she wrapped her in a bear hug.

"I miss you, too." Sara replied in a whisper as Laurel squeezed her. Then she pulled away from her and looked at her. Laurel literally glowed with joy. Ofcourse she did, she will married tomorrow. Her hair was perfectly combed, and she has makeup on her face for today's trial dinner. Did Sara arrive so late? Laurel still wasn't dress in her dress, so Sara still should has time. But something interested her. A pendant which was definitely not Laurel's style. "This is beautiful." Sara murmured as she took it into her hand to look at it better. There was some engraving on it.

"Thanks. Ollie got it for me." Laurel smiled proudly, and if it were possible, Sara would have thought she had grown up by proud.

Sara stared back at the engraving. "It's a bird?" Why the bird?

"It's a canary." Laurel answered, as if it were quite clear. Suddenly a shock passed through Sara's body like an electric current. Something was wrong and it was about Laurel. Sara felt as if Laurel will get lost, as if she will get lost and never appeared again. She pulled away from Laurel and tried to organize her thoughts, calm down and get rid of that nasty, uncomfortable feeling. It had a reason, of course. It was almost there, she had it at arm's lenght. Almost there...

"Sara?" her sister said, and all the possible answers os Sara's questions melted away like steam over the pot. But the feeling of losing remained. Sara pressed it her sister against her wrapped her hands round her neck and hugged her tightly again. She won't let her go.

"It's just that I missed you." Sara muttered once more, trying to calm herself.

Laurel laughed, almost victorious. But why? "Come on, dinner starts in less than two hours. You have to get ready." Laurel said as she led Sara into the house.

"Ma'am." a thundering voice came from the door as two sisters entered, and Sara felt another shock. They both turned to that voice. There stood a tall bouncer in a dark suit, a short-haired man, and a young black man beside him.

"Sarah, these are the bodyguards that Ollie hired for the wedding. They will be in charge of security and special guests, among which you belong." Laurel smiled at Sarah and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

"Me?"

"Sure. You're my sister." Laure smiled. Sara frowned, there was no good reason for this. Why she should be checked by bodyguard? Nothing was wrong with her, was it? "This is Mick Rory, Carter Hall and Jafferson Jackson." Each of the men nodded slightly at his greeting. Sara could not help, but she knew them from somewhere. "They'll be in charge of the guests inside." Perhaps they were already working on other Queen's events. "And Mick will look especially after you. But don't worry, you won't even feel it." The tall bouncer stepped forward, and Sara unconsciously rubbed her right arm. As if there was something missing. A scar, a burn. "Come. I will show you a bedroom." Laurel smiled, pulling her sister up the stairs. And the strange feeling disappeared again.

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"Ray. Ray, get up. It's time to go." Ray was wake up by voice of a young hyperactive blonde. He looked around, he was in a luxury apartment, his apartment in Star City. He lay in a suit on a large leather seat. He was at home, how... "Come on Ray, it hadn't take me that long." Felicity, his ... fiancee, stand before him in a dark blue dress, her hair in a smooth bunch. "So get up, Ray. We have to go if we want to get to Queen's residence in time. Yes, young Queen will get married tomorrow. And Ray is a guest.

Ray didn't understand how he could nod to attend the Queen's trial dinner and the wedding itself. He was a business associate of Robert Queen, but he and Oliver has never been a close friend. There was a kind of rivalry among them. But he couldn't renounce it, he give a promise. In addition, there will be the Executive Board of Queen's Consolidate. And if they have to take his offer seriously, he have to show up there.

He got up and walked to the mirror. Surprisingly, his shirt wasn't wrinkled at all, he had just a little disheveled hair. He took the crest and combed them. Felicity reached him with a tie in the same dark blue color as her dress. When he looked at that tie, he frowned. This wasn't his style. But he couldn't say no to Felicity. He let her tie it. She smiled at him, and Ray sighed. He had a perfect life here. Whether if he gets into the management or not, he can be happy.

As he reached for his jacket when Felicity's phone rang. SMS. She looked at it, and Ray look at the reflection of the mirror as he frowned at her reflection behind him. "Is there something wrong?"

Felicity jerked. "Just ... some ... problem at work." she muttered nervously, and if Ray wasn't so naive, he would have known he was lying.

"Should I by afraid?" He and Felicity worked together, and if there's any problem in the company, the business associate should know that.

"No! No ... nothing serious it's just... I have to go. You have to go dinner at that dinner alone." she said, taking off her earrings and running around the room. Then she went back to the bedroom.

Ray sighed. "But Felicity. You can't do it to me. "

"do what, honey?" Falicity laughed from the bedroom.

"Let me go into the lion's pit alone."

Felicity came out of the bedroom in another dress and her hair dissolved. She came to Ray and stroked his face. "It's just a trial dinner. You will be as sweet and charming as ever." Ray smiled and half shyly bent his head. Felicity always knew what to say. He looked up at her and smiled. Felicity stared at him with a love he never saw at anyone else. And then he felt a strange shock, and a blonde Felicity was replaced by a strange brunette for a fraction of a second. But when he blinked she was gone and Felicity was back.

"I have to go." she muttered hurriedly, grabbing her phone and running out of the apartment.

Ray frowned. What was it. He looked at himself in the mirror. No, that tie is definitely not his style. It was too... cold. He took off and exchanged it for another, more playful, brown with red dots. Better. He took the keys of the car and went for a trip to the residence behind the town.

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Sara got a quick shower, and now she worn only her underwear and stood in front of her bed, staring at the three dresses on it and try to effort to choose. One was a long, green with long slit. Too formal. She felt like she was wearing them before. She almost remembered dancing with an unknown Brit. The other dress were black, short. That kind of little black ones, no woman will make a bad step with them, but they won't even captivate. The third was blue and cold. The reminded her something. And that memory brought a sad nostalgia. She wouldn't have this feeling tonight. She will take the black ones.

They fit well. Maybe it was a bit short, but it never bothered her to be challenging. And Laurel forgives her. She had forgiven her for worse things. Like...

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Sara called. She was dressed, there was nothing to be ashamed of. A desperate Laurel came into the room, her eyes swollen, the perfect hair disheveled. "What happened?"

"Ollie... he... He's not here and he doesn't take my calls." Laurel sobbed, and Sara sighed. That was all? She expected a terrorist attack or an assassin raid at least.

"That will be a good Laurel," Sara said encouragingly to her sister and stroked her arms.

"But you don't understand. I spoke with dad, he and his fatherwere robbed. they come back here, but then Ollie left and nobody know where he is. "

That was new to Sara. She couldn't help, but instead of worrying about Oliver, she was suddenly worryng about that poor man who had chosen to rob him. "When?"

"Two hours ago, my dad called me when they wrote the report. I spoke with Ollie, but then he left." Laurel murmured and sobbing.

"And was he all right?" Sara's tone was like talking to a little child.

"Yes..." Laurel answered, and Sara interrupted it quickly before she could continue.

"So you see. He has already mastered the assault today, so what is the probability that something else will happen? Apparently, as the news came out, everybody called him, so he just turned off the ringing to have some peace." Sara had to admit it sound like true.

"But he's not here yet." Laurel murmured. Did she really want to argue with her why her early-husband hadn't arrived yet? Doesn't she see Sara trying to calm her down?

"He's just shaken, he just need to put together. Besides, you know Ollie, he's always late. He likes to be in centre of attention when he walks into the door." Yes, humor will calm Laurel down. And she calmed down. Laurel laughed like at command, and it was good. "You see, it will be all right. But what is wrong is your hair." Sara laughed, and Laurel began brushing her mesed hair with her fingers. Sara laughed again. "Come on. You don't make it like that." she took Laurel's hand and led her to the dressing-table where laied her hair brush.

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Ray arrived shortly after the beginning, so he had to wait an hour for dinner. And the rest of the guests still give him a lot of questions about why he had arrived alone and whether there were any problems in his perfect world.

"Mr. Palmer, I'm glad to see you." addressed him the old man with glasses. Ray felt embarrassed, he remembered man's name, but not from where he knew him.

"Dr. Stein." Ray smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't talk about it.

"Where is your adorable fiancee?" Thank God.

"She had to work, a minor problem. But she will arrive at tomorrow's ceremony." Ray smiled and cursed Felicity for leaving him in this alone.

"I love to hear. I expect the next wedding I will be invited, be yours." the man smiled pleasantly. Then he looked behind Ray's shoulder and frowned. "Excuse me please. My assistant obviously understood the expressionbe friendlytoo well." Stein murmured, and walked to the pair at the one-handed. A young man who whispered something in ear of a black woman with a special carved necklace. Ray's awareness show him some memory which quickly disapear.

"Hm... a new guys." the lazy voice sounded after him. Ray felt shock at his back again. Now he knew there was something wrong. Of all the mad things he had been prepared for, this wasn't one of them. And he has no idea why. Who was that man? Did they know each other? "So, tell me, Raymond, who is your fiancee." Apparently they knew when the man addressed him by name. But Ray couldn't remember his name.

"Felicity." Ray announced proudly, and walked over to the fondue table. It struck him how big that machine was. But then he realized, there were more than two hundred guests, they couldn't use a small home version. And it didn't work. "Oh, come on." He was starving, and this was the only thing to eat, except the seafood with the caviar. He hated seafood.

"Felicity, hm... I hope that Ramon doesn't pull out a vacuum cleaner on me this time." said the stranger, and Ray knew it was his version of a personal joke. But Ray didn't understand it.

"Felicity and that designer? Why should they pull out a vacuum cleaner on you? Are you dirty?"

The stranger laughed and Ray frowned. What he said? "Designer?" That made him entertained?

"Yeah. He designed a dress for bride and bridesmaids." Ray explained, and his confused frown deepened.

"Why it's not surprised me." the stranger shook his head. Then he looked at Ray again, as if he were looking for something, and then he rolled his eyes. "Wait." he muttered, pulling a small, barely three-inch screwdriver out of his pocket. He leaned behind the table, opened the fondue machine's protective hatch and began to work on the wires. And suddenly the stiff, thickened began to jump out of the machine and get warm again.

"Wow. Wasn't bad. "

"You told me once I could be an electrical engineer in next life." the stranger smirked, and Ray felt another shock and strange flashes. The spaceship and the cell in which he was with this stranger. Unconsciously, he began to rub his left cheek. The stranger sighed. "Maybe you should introduce yourself to the bride." Yeah, that was a good idea. Ray knew Laurel Lance from previous events, but never talked to her. He should start with the connections with her. "There she is. And with her sister." the stranger pointed on the crowd at two blondes in black. And there was another shock, women in black masks. It's weird tonight.

xxx

To fix Laurel's hair was harder than Sara waited. Fortunately, make-up just needed a handkerchief for wiping blurred mascara under the eyes and re-applying the mascara on the lashes. They were smiling at the end of this adjustment, but when Laurel stepped into the hall and mixed into the guests, Laurel frowned again.

"He's not coming." Laurel murmured. Sara only rolled her eyes. And it's here again.

"Don't worry. He'll be here." Sara assured her. She was slowly losing her strength in that assurance.

"I don't know..." And enough! Sara understood that Laurel was insecure, she had the full right to do so, as a bride. But what's the enought, that's too enought!

"You know Ollie's never been on time for anything..." Both of them waved a greeting to an old friend of their childhood. "...in his entire life."

"You didn't see him earlier." she said with a fake smile sended to the guests. But her voice was uncertain. "He had this look on his face like... like he was backing out."

"No way." Sara whispered as she felt the shock, the ship in the storm. "He loves you."

"He just... He looked like everything that he knew was wrong." Laurel added, and Sara stopped. She knew that feeling. She hadit too. No! This is Laurel's big time, she can't mess it. Not this time. Shesuppressed the shock as deeply into her subconscious as she could and smiled at her sister.

"I'm pretty sure that every guy has that look the night before their wedding." Sara assured her older sister and handed her a glass of champagne. If they both have to survive tonight, she must drunked her.

"You know, there was a time when I thought the two of you would... would actually hook up." Laurel smiled. But Sara heard a drop of remorse in Laurel's voice, hiding under joy.

Ship. No, Laurel big time. "You know I prefer girls." Sara laughed. Yes, it's easier with women.

Laurel laughed and look away from Sara to greet another guest. Sara doesn't want to look as if she doesn't enjoy herself, as if she doesn't enjoy her sister wedding, so she turned to one of her guests, Lily. She knew her father, she couldn't remember from where.

From the fondue table, a young man in a suit came and headed straight to Laurel. "Miss Lance. Hi, I'm Ray Palmer, a business associate of Oliver's father." And who knew Laurel, knew that this man was bored her and she wanted to get rid of him. "I just wanted to say congratulations." Like every person in the hall. Yes, Laurel was bored.

"Thank you. It's really nice to meet you." Laurel replied with a fake smile that she had practiced with Oliver in all that years. But she had to end this conversation, and that was why Sara was here. She was her sister and bridesmaid, it's her duty. Laurel reached for Sara and laid her hand on Sara's back to catch her attention. "Uh, this is... this is my sister Sara." Sara turned to Ray, and they both suddenly froze a smile on their lips as they felt a shock. "Have we met before?" Ray leaned his head on the side. Another vision of space ship, a time ship. Streets like from other century. Dark cave and lots of swords.

No, it was Lauren's time! "No. I think I'd remember." She can't do it to her.

Ray thought. "You just..." Oh no. Nononononono..."...seem very familiar." Sara sighed that the man did not mention anything strange, like a shockes that he seemed to experience too.

"Excuse us." Laurel said, exaggeratedly sweet, and dragged Sara away. Ray stared at the women for a moment and wondered where he knew them. Especially Sara. Somewhere deep inside he felt a strong respect to her.

"Are you sure you prefer girls?" Laurel snapped as she drove her away from Ray. She needed to know, she didn't want to have any problems from her younger sister's ex-lover at her wedding. "He was sexy." Laurel added, waiting for the reaction to prove her worst.

"Yeah. Well, I like men too, but with girls it's easier." Sara smiled. Laurel frowned at her, waiting for a larger answer. "They don't think so much of themself and less dying." Where did this come from?

"Sara?" Where did this come from, dying? "Sara!" Laurel grabbed her sister's arm and turned her toward to herself. "Sara, who died?" Laurel asked desperately. Sara stared at her sister, what was this? Laurel sighed to calm herself. "You said: They are less dying. Did anyone die? Some man?" She asked sweetly. Sara frowned. Did anyone die? Another shock, light, glow, and deep brighteyes.

"I, I ..." Sara wanted to told Laurel about the strange feelings she'd been experiencing since she arrived. She didn't want to upset her, but she felt as if she was going to be scrape off if Laurel would continue to urge. But then someone disturbed her.

"Sorry to interrupting, ladies." said a lazy voice, and Sara met those penetrating eyes from her vision. Her mouth dried out. Where did she met this man? "I'd like to congratulate you, Miss Lance." the man smiled. His eyes were sparkling, and Sara knew he had side intentions.

"Yeah, thank you." Laurel didn't even bother to put on a smile, only ominously looking at the men.

"I'd like to borrow your sister for a while, if you allow."

"Actually, I don't-" the stranger did take Sara away. Something was weird about him. He was different from everyone else here. And, like Ray Palmer, he was familiar to her.

They went to the lounge where music was playing. A few people resorted to the dance floor, trying to shorten their long wait for dinner. The song ended and replaced by another. The first tones had caused Sara's frost on his back.

"I think I wanna dance this time." the tall stranger stretched, watching her with a enchanting look. This time. She had never seen him before. Then she heard the words of the song.

Love, love will keep us together

Think of me babe whenever

Some sweet talking girl comes along

Singin a song…

She knew that song. It should be faster and more retro than this ballad, but it was definitely same. She remembered the bar, the cheap beer from the bottle, enchanting look and... a bar fight. Very funny fight.

She didn't know how, but they sudanly standing in the middle of the dance floor, the stranger's hands around her waist and moving in the rhythm. She felt... safe. The stranger grabbed her hand and turned her around. From the corner of her eyes, she caught saw a young black man, a bodyguard, talking about something with an older man. Then something strange happened, as if a young bodyguard had ignite and the old man had vanished. But when she look again, they stood there again, as if nothing had happened. "You can't tell anyone, Sara." the stranger whispered in her ear, and Sara shook. Where did he know her name.

"About what?"

The stranger drew her closer. "About those visions." How he knew them? "They can't know." Sara caught sight of the other bodyguard, the tall bouncer, heading for them. For a second he wasn't wearing a suit, but an old, shabby beige jacket. "I know it's make you crazy, I know. But you can't mention it until you all wake up." Who was that man?

"Sir." said the bouncer's voice behind him. "You are not on the guest list. I'll have to ask you to leave. "

The stranger didn't turn to him, just watching Sara. "I wouldn't expectyouto throw me out, Mick." he grinned. "Later, Assassin." With a grinning smile, he left with a bodyguard.

Sara stood there, alone, in the middle of the dance floor. Yes, she knew him. She was sure. She wanted to run after him, ask him questions, perhaps embrace him, when Laurel appeared right before her. She has desper in her eyes. "Sara, Ollie texted me." she said in a shaky voice. "He won't come."

Now she couldn't leave her sister.

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Gideon:In Legends of Tomorrow, all the clothes that they used in missions were made by Gideon, so I was thinking of naming the boutique where Sara bought her clothes by her. Also, Sara's green dress which I mentioned. This dress was in LoT 1x03, Sara was wearing them when she dance with Rip.

Ray's first talk with Leonard: Links to Legends of Tomorrow 1x02 when they tried to rob Savadge.

Vacuum Cleaner:In Flash 1x04 Cisco, Caitlin and Felicity released a vacuum cleaner like a larger Cold gun version.

Ray's first talk with Leonard: Links to Legends of Tomorrow 1x02 when they tried to rob Savadge.

Cisco as a designer:I thought it would be fun. You know, he designed the costume White Canary (Sara), made adjustments for Black Canary (Laurel). And in some ways he worked on Ray's suit when he helped him with Flash 1x18. Not only he worked on their costumes but on others too, so why not make a designer by him?

The song:Love will keep us together, just try to imagine it slower. It's the song from Legends of Tomorrow 1x01, when Sara ask Leonard to dance and he refused.

Where could you find the Legends:Jax, Mick and Carter, as bodyguards. Stein just Stein. Nate as Stein's assistant and Amaya as the girl he with he wasvery friendly. Well, of course, Snart is a stranger who will stack the cards later. Kendra and Rip appear in the next chapter.