Ok so this is an AU slightly future fic about 8 months after the series finale. The first two chapters occur at the same time.
It's also incredibly random, but the easiest thing for me to write about are teenagers who are even only slightly British.
Pairings: Colby/OC, Charlie/Amita, Don/Robin
Disclaimer: Don't own anything apart from the unrecognizable characters. This also applies to every chapter because I can't be bothered to repeat it
Location: A warehouse in rural Los Angeles
"It's going south!" 17-year old Rowan shouted, as the drug deal that 'Father' had arranged turned from a calm business deal to a hail of gunfire and bullets.
She was not worried though. She had been trained for situations like this she was 4 years old, and she had the back up of the 27 others to count on, as well as 'Father'. As she started shooting gang members, she started moving towards the back of the warehouse towards the younger children. They had barely started their training. You could only assist 'Father' if you were over the age of 11, until then you were kept hidden away in safety.
"It's Arrow!" another gang-banger exclaimed, before he was abruptly silenced by Rowan's sub-machine gun. She had not planned to have such a well known nickname. To be honest, none of her life had actually occurred the way it was supposed to.
Rowan let herself think back to the day her life changed completely. She had just been playing in the park with her father during one of his rare times of leave. Although, when she thought about it, even when he was on leave she didn't get to see him often due to her completely messed up family. Well, it wasn't even a family really. There were the people who she had lived with and was related to, and then there was her dad and his mother, her actual family. It was a completely twisted start to her life, and now it was even more twisted.
Whilst Rowan had been thinking through the events that had got her to where she was now, she hadn't noticed that the gunfire had stopped, and that Judas was walking towards her.
Judas Rowan thought to herself. She supposed that if they lived in the real world people would consider them as boyfriend and girlfriend, but in their world, their relationship was a lot deeper than that.
"You ok?" he asked her. Rowan just nodded, as the realisation of the promise they had made to one another at the tender age of 8. If we ever get back to the states, we must make sure we are found, and return to our families. "You ready?"
Again, Rowan simply nodded. She turned to the crates she had been leaning against, and ripped off the sleeves of her black t-shirt. Next she took the pen-knife concealed at her the small of her back, and made a long thin incision across the palm of her hand. If 'Father' found out what she was doing, she was sure that there would only be pieces of her body left to find. It was only the thoughts of her real father that kept her smearing her blood all over the crates. Finally, Rowan used one of her removed sleeves to tie around her hand, and left the other next to the blood.
"Let's go" she said. Judas simply nodded as they both gathered up their various weapons and walked towards the truck at the back of the warehouse. It always surprised her that the two of them were so connected, that they simply only needed to nod and they knew how the other was feeling. That was her only regret if their plan worked, that they may well be separated. But she refused to let that concern overtake the big picture. They wanted to go home.
As the two of them reached the truck, they saw 'Father' arranging the other children and all of their weapons. There were 29 of them in total, with 28 children ranging from the ages of 4 to 17, making herself and Judas the oldest. At each age there was a boy and girl, each one having been kidnapped like Rowan and Judas both had. It was sad really. It meant that 28 different families had suffered the same horror of having their child stolen. More, given that there were 26 older children already there when Rowan and Judas had joined. 'Father' merely glanced at them, oblivious to their betrayal of him. In his view, they were his most loyal and best fighters. For Rowan though, she was also his best and most reliable sniper and assassin.
Greeeeeeeat, a master assassin at 17. Way to go Ro. She was not proud that her reputation had meant that she was immensely feared in the criminal community all over the world, but it did mean that cooperation was always more likely.
As the truck roared to life, and the 29 people left yet another warehouse full of bodies, Judas and Rowan looked at each other with expressions both full of love and renewed hope. Home.
So yeah, that's the first chapter. Sorry it doesn't really flow, but I knew that this bit would be the most difficult to write.
Please review, even if just to tell me that it's rubbish.
