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. So sorry to all Laurel's fans.
CHAPTER 2
(Arrow 5x08)
Invasion
Sara spent the whole night by reassuring Laurel. It was almost early morning when Laurel finally fell asleep. So Sara went to her room to sleeping a little, if it is possible, in less then three hours.
When Sara woke up and saw herself in the mirror, she was horrified. Less than three hours of sleep didn't work at all, just the opposite. There were dark circles under her eyes and her eyes was bright and red. She has to do something about it. She dressed her usual t-shirt and tracksuit and went to the kitchen for some slices of cucumber, perhaps it would help with that red eyes, at least. She should cover the dark circles with make-up.
The kitchen was already in hurry. Five hours left for the ceremony, and another hour for wedding ceremony, celebrations and entertainment. Chefs were already preparing delicious dishes and stared at Sara with a hateful glance when she asked for two slices of cucumber. But, with great anger, they finally gave it to her.
With the happy expression of her little victory, Sara walked through the corridors, a cucumbers slides in her hand. The hired servants walked through the corridors and completed the last modifications. Sara again felt a sting of envy. Laurel will live in luxury and she will live in small apartmen with student loan. No, not now. Sara suppressed them as deeply as she could and walked along the corridor. There was a few guests along her way, and suddenly she was regret for her clothes and unperfect look. If Laurel finds out how she looked, she'll blame her. Same as Moira, but Sara didn' care about her. She was interested only about Laurel. And here again, Laurel was interested in the opinion of the people of the higher society, whether they accept her as equal to them.
She heard a rubbernecks spying on her. That was why they had arrived earlier, the latest gossip. Well, now they have them. A younger sister of the bride to stroll in her tracksuits and unkempt hair. Laurel surely kills her. "Long night, Assassin?" interrupted the lazy voice of a stranger from last night. He stood there in a dark tux, as elegant as yesterday.
Sara chose to ignore him and walked past him. The man didn't stop and walk beside her. They were quiet, but he didn't cease to stare at her with a grinning smile that her knees bruised. But she didn't know him. "I thought you were threw out yesterday." she said coldly.
"Yes, I was." the stranger grinned. Then, with two quick steps, he overtook her and stood in her way. Sara was barely able to stop before she crash into him. The man grinned again and leaned toward her. "But I always find a way, you know it." he whispered in her ear. The guests whispering woke up again. Sara almost can hear thatnew juisy gossip: The younger sister of the bride is too friendly to unwanted guests. But it doesn't matter. She stared up at the penetrating eyes that hypnotized her. She couldn't decide what color they had. Green, blue, gray, or hazelnut? Or maybe all? "As in Russia, do you remember?" Grayish green, with a hint of nuts around the dolls. But that wasn't all...
"I've never been in Russia." she snapped. The man frowned. Yes, his right eye is more blue than green. She already saw those eyes somewhere. But where? "I don't know you!" she stepped away. Even though this man caught her interest, she couldn't spoil her sister's wedding day, by nothing. "If you'll excuse me now..." she frowned and walked past him. His hand on her arm stopped her.
"You have to wake up Sara! There's not much time."
"Let me go!" she shouted and pulled herself from his grip.
As if on- cue, the bodyguard which fired the stranger out yesterday, appeared in the corridor. The stranger frowned at him, then looked at Sara again. "I'll come back." And he vanished.
Sara was shooked by the man's strange behavior. But she did not have time to think about it. She had to prepare for the wedding. She is the main bridesmaid, and as such she has many duties, including helping the bride with her own preparation. And after last almost sleepless night, it will surely be a tough cookie.
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When Sara was finally done with her hair and makeup, she was quite satisfied. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. Now the bridesmaids dress. She will see it for the very first time, she wasn't even on the dress test, she only sent her measurements to seamstresses. She open a black plastic bag and uncovered a gold fabric. Gold, why gold? Sara understood that Laurel wanted a luxurious wedding, to show she's good enough for this rich world. And gold was a mark of luxury. But who looks good in gold? Blondes definitely not.
She pulled them out and laid them on the bed. She stared at them for a moment, her hand gently sliding over the shiny fabric. It was surprisingly soft. The highest quality. Sara sighed. Time to put them on. They fell on the body like the second skin. The seamstress has done it well even when they never met. The cut was fairly flattering and she fell good in it. But the color was a problem. She looked pale. A pale blonde in a golden dress. but ther is nothing to do. She can't just change color, it's too late.
And speaking of time, she need to go to Laurel.
When she walked into Lauren's room, she was in shock. Around Laurel was three stylists. One made her hair, second a make-up, and the third one was fllatening a layer of petticoats from beautiful white dress. Sara couldn't help, but smile, when she imagine poor Ollie to try pass through the layers of expensive chiffon and silkthrough the layers of expensive chiffon and silk at their wedding night. Her smile change in laught and surprised not only the women in front of her, but Sara herself. She felt she didn't laugh for very long time.
"So, all is done, Miss Lance." one of the women said, turning to Sara. "Oh no, miss.You're definetlly not go like this." she aghast said to Sara. Sara just raised her eyebrows. What was whrong? She knows she don't look perfect, but was it so bad?
"That's all right, it doesn't look so bad." Laurel replied on her younger sister, without breaking her gaze from her reflection in a large mirror. Sara frowned. This was Lauren's day, but too many cooks spoil the broth. She can't make a scapegoat from her. Sara was already opening her mouth to tell her something when she was interrupted by aghasted stilist.
"You can not go like that, you are incredibly pale in this dress, and the dark circles under your eyes are covered by a very careless way." Sara blushed. It was true that she didn't know much about makeup but was it so obvious? "Come on, sit down, I'll make it right, before I go for the husband's mother, Mrs. Queen. Make her hair and pick up the accessories.Tell her I'll be here soon." the stylist commanded another two women. Both of them obeyed her and grabbing their huge briefcases full of hair cosmetics, hair decorations, jewelery, and as soldiers stamped out of the room. The remaining stilist turned back to Sara. "Sit down here, miss."
"It might not be necessary, Kendra. You'd better go to Moira or she'll be angry." Laurel said, look at Sara for the first time. She stared at her for a moment, before she sighed and nodded. "All right, but hurry. Gosh, Sara, you were supposed to tell me that gold is not your color."
What?... I told her. A several times. But Sara decided to remain silent. It won't to add fuel to the flames, better to take care only on the strangely familiar stylist, Kendra. Sara knew her from somewhere, her atypical hairstyle, more accurately her stripes, seems familiar.
"I'll remove your old makeup first." With these words, Kendra began to cleanse Sara's skin by a cotton swab with a sweet smelling liquit. "The first step for perfect akeup is base that will keep everything in place." And with this words Kendra began apply a beige base at Sara's face. "The corrector you have used doesn't even match your skin tone, it's too dense for the eyes, a pink hue and a fluid texture is better for the eyes." Kendra gently tapped the pink corrector under Sara's eyes. "Now it's time for makeup. Your tone is... no, no, no, yes, this one will suits you." Kendra smiled victoriously. "Makeup is applied either with a sponge or brush, then fixed with a transparent powder. You can ad a blush, bronzer and shimer." Everything that Kendra had named gradually applied Sara's face. "We're done, now just a little bit of color, lipstick, and this one... is exactlly your tone." After a moment, searching in her huge cosmetic suit, she took a deep red lipstick and began to brush it on Sara's lips. "And there is it. Now just mascara, do you want to apply it yourself or will you leave me?"
Sara glanced uncertainly at the frowned older sister. She was nervous, Kendra had been there for a long time. But Sara doesn't care. At least this will be Sara's punishment for Laurel's latest behaviour: furious Moira. "If it doesn't bother you..." Sara smiled sweetly.
"Not at all." And with a dazzling smile, Kendra take a luxurious-looking mascara. And in a few seconds Sata could look at herself in the mirror. She didn't recognize her own reflection. The pale blond woman with the circles under the eyes from sleepless night was gone. In front of her stood a beautiful young and fresh-looking woman. "I hope you like it." Kendra looked at her watch. "Ans it took just seven minutes, that's my personal record." Sara just wondered how someone might be so positive. Can this woman frown at all?
"Yes, she looks great, but now you should go to Moira, immediately." Laurel smiled too sweetly.
Kendra merely nodded snd wrapped everything in her briefcase. But before she left, she turned to Sara and handed her the lipstick that she had previously put on Sara's lips. "Just for sure." Kendra smiled and left the room.
"You didn't have to restrain her just because you cannot make your makeup." Laurel whispered as Kendra closed the door.
"It wasn't so big deal." Sara's eyes rolled. Sometimes her sister tended to exaggerate.
"Moira had to wait, she would be upset. If you said you needed a makeup stylist, I'd send her to you before." Laurel raged.
"Gosh, Laurel, you heard her, it was only seven minutes, the Ice Queen will survive it." But that obviously wasn't Lauren's problem. There was something else. "What's wrong?"
Laurel sighed. "Ollie didn't come home yesterday."
Sara frowned. She's gonna kill him. "You know Ollie, he just enjoyed the last night of freedom and he drank so much he fell asleep at the bar, he's a groom, he can afford it at his last night." Sara smiled with false positivitie she had seen from Kendra.
"You think?"
"Yeah." For a moment Sara watched her sister sitting upright on the bed and playing with the ridiculously fluffy skirt of her wedding dress. The ceremony will certainly be magnificent. Pretty fancy. She should write down somewhere that she wants her wedding be small, only she and the groom, the family and some very close friends. Garden wedding, with daddy's famous grilled ribs. Ordinary white dress, perhaps from Gideon, nothing magnificent. Or she just goes to Vegas and then on some family gatherings she rolls the news at the least suitable time, just for fun. Yeah, it sounds good. Who knows, perhaps, Daddy will choke his beer on Lauren's expensive dress which she's going to wear. Certainly the dress will be expensive, when Laurel start living with Ollie she won't wear anything cheaper than 500$. Sara's, in other hand, buying things for two zeroes at and cheaper. "Come on, I'll give you a pendant. You know, something old and borrowed."
Laurel immediately stood up with new find enthusiasm and turned her back to Sara, facing the mirror. Sara had to climb to the tip so she could turn on the pendant. Laurel looked at the glaring jewel with love in her eyes, and Sara could tell she was inventing a plan to persuade mom to leave it to her. The family tradition has said that the pendant must bypass all daughters at their wedding day to eventually get the oldest one, and then pass it on to her daughters in same way. So, Laurel couldn't have him until Sara had been married. But as Sara knew her sister, she would find an excuse: "Sara will never find a man, there's no point in hiding him, and it will be better to continue in the tradition now." And Mum will surely believe her. It's been years since Sara bring the boy home. She dates more with the girls to her parents's displeasure. She couldn't help but she miss something on all men. Something in their eyes, in their voice's tone, in their intelligence. She didn't feel the pleasant excitement of the unknown. She missed a dangerous cold aura around them. She simply didn't find an ideal man. Or did she...?
The door sudenly slammed and inside was upset Oliver. Something happened, he looks to be out on his own. But it doesn't matter. Sara was interested only on her sister, and how this man hurted her last night. She wanted to screaming, scolding, slapping him, or make a target for her throwing knives from him...But she din none of that. Instead, she took a deep breath, and in a calm, cold voice with a bit of sarcasm, she said: "Do not you know that she is wearing the bride to see the bride before the wedding?" Someone would be proud of her cold tone...
"Or run away from a trial dinner." Laurel snapped at her future husband. So she's upset thats mean Sara doesn't have to keep back her remorses.
"I-I know. I apologize." Oliver began to excuse, and Sara rolled her eyes.
Sara stared in the mirror at Oliver's reflection behind her, and she grimaced. "By a text." That spattered this words as if they were something disgusting. And it was. Sara always hated people who solved their problems over the phone to won't have to face them. And texts were a new level of cowardice.
"Sarah, will you give us a few minutes, please?" Oliver's tone sounded like when father reproving his child. What does he allow to her? She looked at her sister, but she dropped her look and avoiding Sara's eyes. Her sister will not only doesn't stand up for her, she even agrees with him.
Sara rolled her eyes again, and sighed as she started to leave. But she couldn't forgive her mean comment on Oliver's account as she walked past him. "You're lucky I'm not a trained assassin, or something." She didn't even know why she said it. Perhaps it was a morning talk with the stranger. He called her assassin. She just used it, and she came out of the room as the winner of this little word struggle. If it could even be called a struggle.
"Uuuu. That was cold." Talk about a devil...
"You again?" Sara snorted boredly.
"The best of Star City's high society on one place? I cannot miss it." He grinned at her and stopped her in same way as in the morning and stared right into her eyes. "Plus, there's a pretty good company here." he said slowly with deeper voice than usual.
"Starling."
"What?"
Sara crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. "It's Starling City, not Star City." She walked past him and continued walking.
The stranger grinned and caught up with her. A few seconds went in silence. But then something gleamed in his eyes, and Sara knew it had something to do with her. "Come on, Sara. I was trying to make a conversation."
Sara stopped, turned to him and answered automatically. "Yeah, I could tell by the way you were staring... at... my ass..." At the end, her voice was trembling and almost lost when she had another flash, no, a memory.
The stranger smiled. There was it, she woke up. He already knows. He began to walk around her with slow but elegant steps. "Well, well. Such strong words without telling me about your death? How mean, Canary..." Sara stood there, stiff. "You should go help your friends.Looks like a groom has trouble."The stranger with the last words disappeared behind her. She knew him. And he knew her. From that space ship. A time ship. His voice lost, as if the wind had blow it away. She knew the man from yesterday too, Ray. And she knew another people from that party. She slowly turn back to him, she had so many questions. But she knew mainly him. And she lost him.
But he was already gone...
--Leonard--
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So, finally done. This chapter was mainly about Sara. In next and last chapter (I hope it will be last) we will see Ray's awakening and they journey to Smoak Tech and some surprising discoveries.
Moira: Before her husband and son disappeared at sea, she had to drive Oliver's life. If someone around him wasn't good for him in her eyes, she got rid of them (we could see it in Arrow 2x20 when she paid to Samantha Clayton for leaving with Oliver's baby and never come back). If Moira behaved like this before, she surely had warned Laurel to be classy. Similarly, Sara was warned too. Something like: "Be decent and don't make any problems. You don't want to Oliver and your sister break up. Do you?"
Russia Legends of Tomorrow 1x04 and 1x05
"I was trying to make a conversation." "Yeah, I could tell by the way you were staring at my ass." It's a dialogue between Sara and Leonard in deleted scene from Legends of Tomorrow 1x01
Star City x Starling City We already know there's completely different Arrow story with Digg. The Glades's tragedy and mirakuru happened, so we can expected there weren't any reason to rename the city. That's why Sara know it like Starling City.
