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Chapter 2: Sisters
Sara looked out at the Starling City skyline. She was finally back after two years in hell, but somehow, it felt different. Foreign almost.
She didn't deserve this. She had betrayed her sister in the worst way possible. She had tortured people, including the man she loved, for a psychopath. She had kept Oliver from telling Slade the truth. She should have let Oliver tell Slade...no. It should've been her with the bullet in her head. Instead, she was weak. She was selfish and afraid. She let Oliver choose her. And now, because of her, she was sure that he was dead. If Slade hadn't killed Oliver, then the tumbling wreckage from the Amazo certainly would have. It should have been her.
"Sara?"
Sara was shaken out of her thoughts. Praying silently that she wasn't finally going crazy, she slowly turned around to see her father. He looked a bit more unkempt, and a little heavier than she last remembered, but it was still him.
"Daddy," she whispered, giving her best attempt at a smile. She wouldn't be able to control the emotions that were surging up for much longer. Fortunately, her father wrapped her arms around her the microsecond before she lost control, and burst into tears. Before long, her dad was weeping along with her, although it was certainly for different reasons.
"I missed you so much, baby. Oh, thank God,"
Sara savored every second of love that her father gave her, because if he knew what she had done, all that love would turn to shame. Nobody would love her if they knew what she had done.
"So, what do you think?"
Laurel grinned. "I'll consider it," was her response to Joanna, although in her mind she had already decided. "Thanks for the chance,"
"Hey, anything for a friend," Joanna had been a senior when Laurel first entered law school, and she had been a source of guidance through all the rough patches, which there had been a lot of in the past few years. She had been generous enough to ask her law firm to approach Laurel for an internship. CNRI looked like a great opportunity to help some people that really needed representation from all the corporate. Joanna had been Besides, it would be better to stay in Starling, where her dad needed her, instead of some corporate place in California. She was about to walk out until she heard the news.
"-vanished after going aboard the Queen's Gambit with Oli-"
Laurel whizzed back to get a better look at the TV. Joanna looked confused until she saw the pictures on the screen. "Oh my gosh. Isn't that your sister? Laurel?"
But Joanna's question seemed a thousand miles away. Laurel waited for a few more seconds before bolting out of the door.
Quentin would have hugged his daughter all night, but he could tell that she was dead tired and needed some sleep. He was about to walk out when Sara asked him the question that he had been dreading. "Where's Mom?"
He was hoping that she didn't notice his grimace. It had been a year and a half since Dinah had left, and he hadn't talked to her since then. He had ignored all her calls. He didn't even know where the hell she was. He had hoped to never see her again. But he couldn't let Sara know that. Not yet. "Uh..." he desperately searched for an answer. "She's on the way." his pager beeped. "Sorry, I gotta take this. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise. Get some rest, okay?"
"Kay. Night, daddy,"
For a moment, she was five years old again. "Goodnight, sweetheart,"
Slowly, he closed the door behind him and ran his hands through his hair. This was not going to be easy. When he looked, his older daughter was standing right in front of him.
"How is she? You look worried," Laurel asked, clearly nervous.
"She's fine, just a little tired," he replied. "I could use a drink right about now,"
That last part came out louder than he was anticipating.
"Really, Dad? Really?" Laurel asked with a scolding tone. Sometimes she was more like his mother than his daughter. "You're going to go get drunk like nothing's happened. Have you already forgotten than she's-"
"No!" he snapped, before sighing. "I just said I could...use one," Yeah, that sounded better in his head. "Look, I gotta head out. Why don't you go check on her sister? She probably misses you,"
"Dad, what's going on?" Laurel asked, indicating that Quentin was failing miserably at trying to act casual. He sighed.
"Damnit Laurel, how are we gonna tell her about...you know...me and your mother?" he said. His daughter tensed immediately. For a moment, both of them were silent. She was the first to speak.
"We need to let her know," she said, almost whispering. "Sooner better than later," He groaned. As much as he hated it, she was right.
"Yeah, just..." he exhaled. "Don't tell her yet, okay? If anybody should tell her, it should be either me or your mother. Promise?"
Laurel looked a little bit annoyed, but nodded. "I promise."
Dad smiled before running off to who knows where. If he decided to head out to another bar, Laurel was going to knock out all his teeth.
As much as she happy and relieved to know that Sara was alive and safe, Laurel was still...nervous about seeing her sister again. Part of her wanted to be angry for screwing her boyfriend, but she tried to push that aside. She just fell under Oliver's spell, she told herself. Oliver brought her aboard the ship. If it wasn't for him, then none of this mess would've happened.
Even though it was true, Laurel still felt a little sick every time that she had forced herself to believe that during the last two-and-a-half years. Oliver had hurt her before so many times before, and cheating on her with her own sister was the worst thing he could have possibly done. But as hard as she tried to hate him for what he had done..she still wished that he had been found too.
Knock it off, her brain reminded her. This isn't about Oliver, this is about your sister. And she agreed with herself. It had been two years too long since she had last seen Sara. But there was something that needed to be done first.
She pulled out her phone and hit a number that had been gathering virtual dust. Slowly, she put it to her ear.
Sara was on The Amazo again. Wreckage was scattered on the ground, and the ground was at an angle, which meant that the ship was sinking.
"Sara..."
She looked around frantically until finally, she saw a crumpled body lying thirty feet away from her. A dark hand clenched her heart. "Oliver!"
She ran towards him, but a dark figure grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall. He gasped for breath until there was a sickening crack, and his body went limp. Sara screamed as he fell onto the floor in a heap. The figure turned around, and Sara trembled as Slade Wilson started to slowly walk towards her.
"Well, look who decided to come back for more," he said with a demonic grin, blood dripping from his eyes. "Ivo's little bitch."
The next second, a superhuman force threw her to the ground. "This is all your fault, you know," he said, his face now filled with rage. Mirakuru rage. "Shado would be alive if it weren't for you. Oliver wouldn't have had to die if it weren't for you. It should've been you,"
She scrambled to her feet. "You knew that I'd you two on this ship. Both you and Oliver could be alive right now if only you'd made him realize how pointless it was to try and save me. Too late now,"
Slade reached for her neck, but as he clenched her throat, his face changed.
"Rose Jacobson's boyfriend wasn't for you?" Laurel screamed at her. "So you had to go and screw my boyfriend?!"
Sara wanted to cry. "Laurel, please,"
"I trusted you! What kind of sister betrays her family like that?! You wanted to take him away from me? Are you happy now?!"
"I-"
"It's all about you, isn't it? Nothing's ever good enough for you, right Sara?"
The grip tightened, and Sara's vision started to get blurry.
"Sara,"
Another voice was talking, but it sounded far away.
"SARA!"
A hand grabbed her shoulder. Instinctively, she grabbed the arm it was connected to and twisted it, sending the person spiraling to the ground. She blinked, looking to see who it was. Laurel.
Suddenly, she realized what she had done. She tried to scramble away, falling out of the hospital bed and onto the floor. She felt damp, like she was covered in sweat. Laurel ran over to her side.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry, Laurel,"
"It's alright," another voice said. Sara looked up into the face of her mother. "You're alright."
She leaned down and embraced her daughter. "I knew you'd be alright,"
Sara looked over at Laurel, who smiled. "We're here, Sara. It's okay,"
Thank you for all those who reviewed. I really appreciate it. It's getting off to a bit of a slow start, I know, but finals are coming up, so I'm a little busy.
Please leave your thoughts on this story. Expect the next chapter by May. Anybody else looking forward to the Season 3 finale? I know I am!
