The Lion of the League

by RhinoMouse

The sinking of Griffin's Flight changed everything for Clarke Griffin. Now she is returning to her former life in hopes of restoring the city she once called home. However, returning to the friends who have thought her dead for six years may be more challenging than she assumed especially since her time as an assassin has changed her from the girl they once knew.

2. Chapter 2

Raven watched the sea of bodies dancing to the thudding music she could feel down to her soul. She grinned as she moved to the rhythm beside Clarke and Wells who she'd dragged out onto the floor. She was buoyed up by the euphoria of her best friend being back, finally things were working for her. She had a job where she got to build awesome things, she had friends, she worked with Bellamy and the others to save the day, hell her best friend was back from the dead! She danced her way to the counter and signaled for three beers. Bellamy grinned at her as he popped the caps off of the requested drinks. "You look happy." He said with a smile.

"Like you aren't!" She said, taking the first beer and taking a long drink from it. "Clarke's back. It's a new day for the team. What isn't there to celebrate?"

Bellamy laughed and stuffed a rag into his back pocket. "I know it's amazing! I don't even know where to start. Last year we had the list."

Raven rolled her eyes, trust Bellamy to get caught up on details. "This is Starling, you don't' have to look far for someone who needs to be stopped." Reaching across the counter she slapped him in the shoulder slightly. "But relax! Tonight we get to celebrate something good! Really genuinely good!"

"I hope you're not distracting my bartender there Reyes." Maya said as she came up with a tray full of empty glasses that she set on the counter shoving them towards Bellamy. "He's got a lot of work to be doing."

Bellamy laughed taking the tray from the counter and disappearing with it to the back kitchen. Raven decided to rest her leg for a minute and leaned against the counter and smiled at Maya. "So where's Jasper?" She asked curiously. The two of them were sickeningly cute and were rarely separated.

Maya frowned slightly. "I'm not sure, he probably got delayed on his way."

Grabbing the bar owners shoulder, Raven squeezed. "Hey, I'm sure he's fine."

"That's not what I'm worried about." Maya said, with a shake of her head.

Before she could inquire further into the subject Clarke dropped next to her grabbing one of the beers and knocking it back. Finally removing it from her mouth, she raised her brow at Raven questioningly. "Here I thought you were only going to get us drinks?" She grinned mischievously, clearly having spotted Maya. Reaching her hand out, she offered it to the woman. "Hello, I'm Raven's best friend Clarke, and who might you be?"

Raven groaned internally, this wasn't college where Clarke had been constantly working as her wing woman in an effort to help her get over the Finn debacle. She elbowed Clarke in the side. "Clarke, this is Maya, she owns the club. Maya, this is my friend Clarke. Forgive her she's been out of society for a while."

Maya snorted and accepted Clarke's hand. "I was glad to see you were alive if only for this one and Bellamy's sakes."

"Thanks." Clarke relaxed and Raven could tell that like the night before Clarke was accepting a person simply because she or Bellamy considered them acceptable. "So, since you know Raven here I'm assuming you can tell me some stories of my favorite mechanic from the past few years?"

Maya leaned against the counter and smiled.

Raven rolled her eyes and sipped at her beer while Maya and Clarke chatted easily. Clarke had always been able to charm people when she wanted to and had been the one to smooth over tensions when feathers were ruffled. It pleased her that Clarke would make the effort to be charming just because she'd indicated Maya was a friend. She wasn't blind, she could tell that this Clarke wasn't the one who'd left. The way Clarke's eyes mapped out exits and possible threats constantly, the way she almost brimmed with tension here in the club. Raven hadn't spent two years in the military before her injury and discharge for nothing. She knew the signs of trauma and PTSD when she saw them. Though in this case, it was no mystery what sort of trauma she had suffered. After all, for all that Bellamy was tight lipped she knew Clarke had been on the island with him for some time. The question no one wanted to ask though was if she remembered that. Raven supposed it was possible that the symptoms of the trauma could linger even if the event that caused it wasn't remembered.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Clarke turning to her while Maya answered her phone. "So, Raven we need to catch up in a less loud place?" Clarke gestured towards the DJ who was filling the room with music that made conversation almost impossible.

"Movie night?" She asked, remembering fondly the many nights they had spent that way in college. If one of them had had a rough day or week, movies, popcorn, and a bitchfest occurred.

Clarke grinned. "Of course, and I've been out of society for a while. You'll have to help catch me up on some movies."

Raven went to confirm plans when she saw how drawn and stressed Maya's face was as she approached them again. "What's wrong?" She asked instantly on alert.

Maya angrily shoved her phone into her purse. "Jasper was arrested in the Glades. I have to go post bail. Can you cover the rest of Bellamy's shift? I need him to help find out what's going on since his sister works for the DA office."

"Yeah I can do that, go get lover boy out of trouble." Raven said, waving Bellamy over from where he was serving drinks.

Clarke spoke up surprising them all. "Would you mind if I accompany you?"

Maya frowned. "Why would you do that?"

"Because you're a friend of Raven's, and because you are Bellamy's boss. If you're boyfriend needs a lawyer, helping you get one is the least I can do to repay you for being there for my friends when I couldn't be." Her face was serious and Raven recognized the look as the one Clarke got when she had decided on the right thing to do.

Raven shrugged and looked at Maya. "There's no arguing her when she gets that look."

"Well, thank you then." Maya said gratefully. "You don't owe me anything though."

Clarke stepped forward and tilted her head. "Let me be the judge of that."

"Why'd you wave me down?" Bellamy asked as managed to pry himself away from where he'd been using his charms to get unholy amounts of tips.

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Octavia stared at the surly form of Jasper Jordan sitting in the uncomfortable metal chair in the interrogation room. He'd wrecked a vehicle in the Glades trying to run down several members of the triad. However, that wasn't what interested her. He'd had an arrow on him when police showed up. "Who is he Jasper?"

"I already told you, I don't know." Jasper was practically sulking, slouched into the chair.

She wasn't impressed. "So, you just happened to have one of his arrows?" She dropped the short arrow on the table where it clicked theatrically.

"It's not like he has a monopoly on arrows." Jasper snarked back at her.

She leaned over the table. "I can have you charged with obstruction right now if you don't want to cooperate." It was clear Jasper wouldn't be saying anything to that. He was shutting down. She closed her eyes and sat down across from him. She would have to try the nice approach since the aggressive one wasn't working. "Look, I get it. He has a certain manner that inspires those who meet him, but he's a killer Jasper. Wherever he goes, death and chaos follow. I need you to help me stop him. You trying to emulate him is just going to make the problem worse."

"Half the city fell into a hole." Jasper spat. "It's already worse. Some of us are actually trying to make things better."

Octavia frowned, "What like you and the Hood?"

Jasper leaned forward with what she realized, with some surprise, was excitement. "Look there are others. Others willing to do what's right. I've seen them. I've seen her."

This was pointless. There would always be copycats of the Hood with the amount of media attention he got. If she could just get him, the rest would go away. "I'm not interested in the others. I'm interested in him." Sometimes she wished she could just bang this idiot's head into the table and make him tell her what he knew. Sadly, the law was the law.

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Bellamy felt awkward sitting beside Clarke while they waited to hear back from Octavia about what was going on with Jasper. Maya was pacing, which couldn't be good for her prosthetic leg. However, he liked his paycheck the way it was and wasn't stupid enough to try and stop her. Lincoln, Clarke's body guard, had excused himself to go wait in the car half an hour ago. The longer the wait went on, the wiser that decision seemed. Police stations had made him twitchy ever since he started breaking the law in his free hours.

Finally, Maya sat down next to them joining in their silent wait with a cringe. He couldn't help it he had to ask. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." She said shortly, clearly worried about her boyfriend.

He decided to let it rest at that. After all, he wasn't exactly the poster child for honestly sharing his issues. He glanced at Clarke, who was clearly reading emails on her phone. "How do you already have an email account?" He found himself asking.

Clarke looked up from her phone. "It's the twenty first century. Are you telling me you didn't get caught up on tech the moment you were off the island?" She cocked an eyebrow at him in amusement.

He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Well see…"

Maya cut over him. "He's still a bit behind actually."

A light hearted laugh from Clarke washed some of his stress away. It was unbelievably good not to be responsible for her death any longer. He watched as she looked at him humorously. "Blake you gotta keep up with the times."

"I seem to remember you being a bit behind the times on tech before the shipwreck." He pointed out knowingly.

Clarke coughed, "Long plane rides and helpful body guards tend to alleviate such issues. Also, they did have phones in Laos you know."

He accepted her answer and fell silent again. Their wait was ended by Octavia coming out of the interrogation room. He was on his feet and heading for her instantly. He could tell she was frustrated but not angry, so there was hope Maya would be getting her boyfriend back in one piece. "O, what's going on?"

Jasper followed Octavia out of the room and Maya was past Bellamy in a minute. "Are you hurt?" She asked in surprise at the visible bruises on his face.

"Fender bender." He shrugged off her hand, looking sullen.

Octavia was clearly not taking his bullshit however. "He totaled his car playing Hood junior." Her voice was clearly condescending and Bellamy internally cringed.

"At least it wasn't my car." Jasper defended.

Maya let out an exasperated sound. "Don't say anything, Clarke was kind enough to already call you an attorney."

"That won't be necessary, we won't be pressing charges." Octavia sounded tired. "So long as he gives up looking for trouble."

Maya turned towards Jasper and Bellamy could see the imminent fight. He turned to O, "I'll talk to him."

Octavia got a gleam in her eye Bellamy had long since learned meant she had a plan. "Ask him if he knows anything about the vigilante." She turned more towards him, separating their conversation from the whispered fight the couple were having just down the hall from them. "He obviously feels some sort of connection to him. The Hood might be using that connection to manipulate him."

Bellamy frowned, this was dangerous waters. If Octavia started to put together he had a team, she might find Raven, Monty, or Miller and that would be disastrous. "He doesn't seem like the type to have groupies."

"We don't know anything about the vigilante, except every time he shows up, all hell breaks loose." Her voice was clearly angry. "It has to stop Bell. We have to stop him."

He was unsettled by how invested in her crusade against the Hood she was. He couldn't be fighting his sister and the bad guys. His inability to respond properly went ignored as Octavia walked over to where Clarke was standing awkwardly between their sibling conversation and Maya and Jaspers whispered couple fight. His mouth twitched slightly in amusement at Clarke's confused expression as Octavia hugged her fiercely.

"Um...hi?" Clarke said, cautiously hugging back lightly.

Octavia released her. "I know we didn't know each other well before the Griffin's Flight but I just wanted to thank you for helping keep my idiot brother alive."

Clarke was decidedly awkward receiving the thanks and she shrugged it off quickly. "Well, it's really me who owes him my life I think." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. Bellamy spared a moment to realize she'd been back days and already had business cards. "We should meet up sometime. If we rope in Raven, we can have a proper girl's night."

"Definitely." Octavia confirmed taking the card and opening her briefcase to put it inside for later use. Which is when, the hozen he'd given her back when he'd first arrived home, fell out of the case. Clarke caught it easily but her entire body froze as she stared at it.

Bellamy feared in that moment she remembered everything from the island. The hozen was connected to so many terrible memories and experiences they'd gone through. He moved quickly, joining them and taking it out of her hand and giving it back to Octavia. "Here," Turning to Clarke, he winced at the way she looked out of sorts. "Clarke why don't you go get Lincoln to bring the car around?"

"Yeah," she looked up at him seeming to snap out of it. "I'll take Maya with me. Make sure everything is cleared with Jasper." She ordered him.

He nodded, knowing she needed to feel in control if the hozen had brought up any old memories from the island or reminded her of her time there. Octavia looked at him strangely as Clarke moved stiffly to Maya and Jasper before leading Maya out with her. "Bell what was that?"

"The island wasn't a good place O." He saw a tiny amount of understanding in her face before she stepped back.

"I have paperwork, but talk to Jasper Bell." Octavia reminded him.

Bellamy waited till she was by the desks before walking over to Jasper, who was sulking in the hallway now that his furious girlfriend was gone. "We need to talk."

"Yeah what about?" Jasper challenged.

He crossed his arms. "Your anger is going to get you put in the hospital or worse one of these days if you can't deal with it soon."

Jasper shrugged tensely. "Well better to be dead than in the hospital these days right?"

"What do you mean?" Bellamy frowned, instantly on alert.

"Have you been to the Glades Memorial lately?" Jasper looked at him confused.

He let his arms fall to his sides. "No, but I didn't hear that it had been damaged in the quake."

"It wasn't." Jasper replied tensely. "The medicine FEMA has been sending the hospital has been being hijacked. So, if they don't resupply, they'll be forced to close."

"By who?" Bellamy demanded. That couldn't be allowed to stand. Not ever, not in his city.

Jasper glared. "I don't know! The doctors and nurses are already bailing on the place and the cops rarely go that deep into the Glades! So I guess that leaves me to figure things out and fix things!" Jasper was shaking with helpless rage and frustration.

Bellamy looked at Jasper and understood his frustration. He wasn't going to be dealing with this alone if Bellamy had anything to say about it. Not that he could tell him that he had gained himself an ally in his fight and that he wasn't alone. That would reveal too much and put him in danger. Still, this was something that needed to be dealt with and now that the old gang was back together there was something he could do about it.

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Miller followed Bellamy as they made their way out of the Glades Memorial hospital. What had started as basic recon had turned into a horrifying look at an overcrowded, understaffed, un-supplied hell scape. There were people in beds up and down the hallways because of the lack of rooms. It hadn't looked like a first world hospital, that was for sure. He'd seen better medical set ups when he'd been in Afghanistan with Reyes. However, for all the horrifying and enlightening sights, their recon was coming to a close with no new information relevant to finding whoever was causing the problems. As they were heading out, he spotted a crowd gathered in front of the hospital around a man who was speaking passionately.

"Who's that?" Bellamy asked.

He sighed, of course Bellamy wouldn't know. His self-imposed hermitage after the quake had left him dangerously out of the loop. "Cage Wallace." He replied. "He's a local alderman, he's quick to share his opinions."

"Which are?"

Miller took a deep breath. "Which are that the Glades have been abandoned and no one cares about these people."

Bellamy looked fairly resolute as they approached the exit where the alderman was speaking. "We care, and as long as we care we can make a difference"

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Clarke was itching to do something violent but was trapped behind her desk getting caught up on her family company while Lincoln read magazines on the couch in her office. She glared at him, he was reading an entertainment weekly gossip rag. She raised her eyebrows. "Really, gossip magazines?"

He flipped the page in his magazine. "We spend a lot of time in airports, I've come to like them." He was totally unrepentant and she had to admit he had a point.

She began to draft an email requesting the heads of each department schedule a meeting with her to update her on their current status. It took some time, she was out of practice with writing formal business letters, not that it had ever been her job before everything. With that done, she quickly sent it out and then pulled up a page detailing the businesses finances. She felt her face twitch in horror. Numbers were not her strong suit, finances were not her strong suit, this whole thing was not what she was good at doing. It didn't matter though, it needed to be done and she'd just have to learn. Hopefully, it would be similar to how she'd had to learn Arabic, Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese, Tai-Kadai, Thai, and some French once she'd joined the league, difficult at first but fulfilling. If she could learn languages, she could learn finance. She looked up at Lincoln. "Next time you're out, could you pick up some business for Dummies books?"

"Of course." Lincoln replied without looking up from his magazine.

She almost leapt with joy when she saw Raven approaching the glass office. It was a welcome distraction and since Raven worked for the company it might even be work related. Honestly, anything to get away from budget review. "Raven!" She greeted as her friend entered the office.

"You need a secretary Clarke." Raven said while walking in before dropping down onto the couch next to Lincoln. "I mean you're CEO and I just walked in to your office."

"Are you volunteering?" She asked trying to act nonchalant, but having Raven near and able to help would be a miracle.

Raven looked alarmed. "Oh hell no! I'm happy in R&D. You'll get me out of my tech heaven when you want to stop making money."

Clarke groaned, Raven was right. "So, what are you doing up here, not that I'm complaining?"

"Boss man got your email and knows we're friends so he sent me to update you." She said while lifting her feet and letting them rest on the glass coffee table.

Standing from behind her desk, Clarke grabbed a notebook and pencil before sitting down across from Raven. "What is R&D working on right now then, and will it be marketable?"

Raven grinned, "Well right now yours truly is developing a Taser gun that has a much longer range and doesn't need a wired connection to a power source. The problem is getting the power sources small enough to work in a projectile of that size. The applications of compact energy is limitless and should be transferable to other products as soon as next quarter. Our new work with centrifuges should revolutionize several business and bring in a lot of capital once we finish testing and begin on getting it certified. Other major projects are of course our robotics division, which is working on an underwater machine for cleaning the hulls of cargo ships without the use of a dry dock. Then our sonic weapons development failed to get the go ahead and has been frozen for several months."

Clarke interrupted. "So, Griffin Inc. has been moving away from possibly damaging weapon development since the quake then?"

"Of course." Raven said easily. "My Taser guns are the closest to weapons we're developing at the moment. Everything else was shelved after the earthquake machine was revealed to have been developed by us."

She nodded in understanding. "Do you have a print up? I'm sure you've only given me the highlights."

"Yeah, we run hundreds of projects at a time. Those are our projects most likely to hit the market in the next year." Raven said with a cocky grin.

Clarke felt herself smiling. "Let me guess you've been involved with all of those projects?"

"Duh, I'm the best remember?" Raven proudly asserted.

"I could never forget that." Clarke said, standing as she spotted Ontari heading towards the office. Her face settled into a professional mask. "Raven if you could send me an official report along with your personal recommendations for R&D before the end of the work day please."

Raven noted the change and stood as well. "Of course." She glanced behind her shoulder and blanched at the sight of Ontari. "Oh god, the evil witch is here. Good luck with that, she gives me the 'could cut my throat and not feel bad about it' vibe."

Clarke and she noted out of the corner of her eye Lincoln both nearly choked. After all, Ontari could most certainly cut someone's throat without an ounce of remorse. "It would probably be best if you steered clear of her and never let her hear you call her that."

Raven snorted but looked like she understood as she turned to leave when the office door opened. "See ya later boss lady." She waved over her shoulder as she left.

Ontari did not look impressed as she glared at Clarke. "Spending time with your friends during work hours?"

Clarke bristled. "I instructed every department to send a representative to my office today to get me up to date on their statuses. Raven Reyes is one of our most valuable assets."

"See you don't turn it into a habit." Ontari said, walking over the coffee maker on the side table and making herself a mug. "I do believe we have some things to get straight before the next board meeting if we want this disaster of a company to end up as anything other than a liability to the league."

"I'm ready to start when you are." Clarke said, forcing herself not to smack the stupid condescending look off Ontari's face.

Ontari clearly wasn't done. "Oh and do take care of that alderman Cage who's been rousing the mob against our financial bracket. We can't have politicians dragging the company through the mud."

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Monty spun in his chair as he heard the others heading down into the lair. "I've got something."

"What do you have?" Bellamy asked as he moved over to where his suit was hanging up in it's case.

"FEMA is shipping 100,000 units of medical grade opiates to Glades Memorial." He said pulling up the information on one of his screens. It thrilled him how many screens he and Raven had been able to get into the lair for them to work on after the remodel.

Bellamy looked alarmed at the sheer amount and Monty couldn't blame him. "When?"

Monty clicked pulling up the delivery date. "Truck is scheduled to leave the FEMA depot in twenty minutes."

"This motorcycle gang isn't going to have any trouble with a target like that." Miller said bringing up all their thoughts on the matter.

Bellamy pulled his suit out of the case. "Well they won't be getting what their after without any trouble this time."

"Don't forget to bring the new arrows I've been working on for you." Raven said from where she was perched on the table.

Bellamy shook his head. "I don't have room in my quiver for your new arrows yet, they're too thick to be practical from any significant range."

Monty winced at Raven's look, she'd clearly just taken that as a challenge. She opened her mouth in retort. "Well, have fun taking down a gang without killing anyone with live arrows."

"I can do this."

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Bellamy arrived at the truck depot in time to hear the rapid automatic fire of illegal firearms. Moving quickly, he drew his bow walking between the two trucks. A FEMA worker was running down the narrow space between the two trucks to get away from the helmeted thugs. "DOWN!" He ordered the man.

The worker dropped automatically giving Bellamy a clean shot. He took it hitting both thugs in the shoulder. The desire to grin at his ability to shoot two arrows accurately at once was tempting but he didn't have time if he was going to protect the shipment. So, as the thugs lay in pain on the ground, clearly not going to be getting up anytime soon, he stared down at the truck driver. "Make your delivery."

The man scrambled to his feet, making straight for the driver's seat of the truck. He was opening the door when a knife lodged itself in his throat with a sick thump. Bellamy had an new arrow on his string, looking for the new threat, clearly someone who wasn't just a thug with a gun. As the body of the worker fell off the side of the truck, he saw who'd killed the man. China White was stepping out of the shadows as she approached.

China White was the enforcer and assassin for the Chinese Triad, and someone he'd fought the year before while he was on his quest to kill those on the list. How she'd managed to survive he didn't know or care. What mattered was that she was a dangerous opponent, but one he could defeat as long as he didn't get careless. He paused letting her speak, villains had a tendency to monologue and he was prepared to get any info out of the woman he could before he took her down.

"The Emerald Archer." She drawled while flicking one of her trademark knives in her hand. "I had feared you perished in the quake, robbing me of the ability to pay you back for interfering in my business. It is so hard to find a worthy opponent these days."

"Your business is finished here." He growled at the woman pulling his draw back.

Before he shot though, a man came sliding down between the two trucks using what looked like metal claws, to slow his descent. Bellamy decided to ignore the weird sight of a grown man using metal claws as a legitimate weapon. The fact he himself was wearing skin tight green leather and a bow didn't register as laughable to him. He fired swiftly reloading and firing again. The new presence cut the arrows out of the air with what Bellamy could now tell were brass knuckles with claw attachments. He lowered his bow slightly in surprise.

"I don't think my friend agrees with you." China White remarked blandly. "Our new partnership was easily cemented with the agreement to kill you." She spat. "He was eager to test himself against you."

Bellamy fired three arrows in quick succession, talking clearly wasn't going to get them anywhere but again they were cut out of the air.

"No kill shots?" The clawed man asked. "I was promised a fight. I hope you haven't lost your nerve."

Bellamy watched in horror as China White got into the truck and he was unable to pursue. Clearly he'd have to fight through the clawed maniac first. Gritting his teeth, he snapped at the man, "Find out."

He didn't have a chance to restring a new arrow since his opponent was charging him. Flipping his bow to the side, he used it to block the incoming strikes from the metal claws. He was impressed that the bow was withstanding the force of those strikes from what were honest to god metal claws. He tried to shove off the charging man but he couldn't get the distance he needed. The truck with the supplies in it took off and he swore. Right now the narrow space between trucks had been keeping his attacker stuck directly in front of him, with the truck gone he was open to the man with the greater mobility.

He managed to spin them into the space between oxygen tanks for pressurizing tires and the wall of the building. As he spun them into the small space he slammed his opponent into the wall with his bow pinning the man's hands to the wall as well as his neck. The man twisted freeing one hand and shoving it forward in an attempt to skewer his face. Bellamy's hand shot out grabbing the wrist of the oncoming hand. Cursing under his breath, he heard police sirens as the cops rolled into the scene.

"Starling City Police! Put down your weapons."

A quick glance at the oncoming SWAT team revealed Octavia standing behind the officers. Breathing heavily through his nose, he grunted with effort but shoved his attacker's hands to the side and took off out of the line of fire. Moments later the police opened fire. Coming around a corner he groaned as a stray bullet hit his lower leg just above his ankle. Yanking out one of the trick arrows from his quiver, he smashed it into the ground where it quickly sent up clouds of smoke. He shot another of the trick arrows into the rig up above him. The line attached and he snapped it into his pully system hauling himself up and out of the line of sight of the police once the smoke cleared. Cursing, he balanced himself on the rig with his uninjured leg, watching as SWAT swarmed the landing bay with Octavia leading the charge.

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Raven watched in horror as Bellamy stitched up a through and through bullet injury in his lower leg. He'd made it back to the lair and cleaned up and then insisted he take care of his injury himself. "I'm a marine and I still find it wiggy you think stitching yourself up without anything for the pain is a reasonable response to being shot."

"Doesn't that hurt?" Monty said, sounding vaguely nauseous at the sight.

Bellamy just stared at him with a clear as day expression of 'duh'.

"He'll live." Raven winced slightly as Bellamy put in another stitch. "Though not with any aid from his weird 'survivalist from hell' tendencies that probably just show that he is secretly a masochist."

Monty shifted uneasily. "Can we talk about the fact the police of this city care more about catching the Arrow then actual gun wielding mobsters?"

Miller spoke from where he was going through something on the computer, Raven wasn't sure what. "The police have always gone after vigilantes. It's not any different now."

"This time was different." Bellamy said from where he'd finally finished stitching his ankle.

Raven looked at him in disbelief. "Why because Octavia was there?"

"They got in my way." Bellamy snapped while using his arms to boost himself out of his seat without putting weight on his injured leg. "So what if O is involved, if the police get in my way, I can't do what we do."

Raven scoffed. "Well, maybe if you used the resources available to you, you could have taken down the bad guys before the police got there."

"What do you mean?" He looked at her like he honestly didn't have a clue.

She rolled her eyes at his stupid man pride. "I'm talking about the fact you have Miller, an honorably discharged marine, who is capable of going out into the field with you for support. You have Monty, who can hack pretty much anything and if you had your fucking comms on could have warned you about the crazy white haired Asian chick and the black dude with the claws. Or what about the fact you haven't tried any of the trick arrows I've been making for you. Claw man cut your arrows out of the air like they were nothing and you kept shooting at him!"

Bellamy looked chagrined as he looked down at the points she'd made. She decided to continue before he could think of some reason he hadn't been a moron. "We're a team idiot. Start acting like it. You're not some lone wolf. You haven't been since I realized who you were."

He rubbed the back of his head and groaned. "I'm sorry. It's just with Clarke back I've been all over the place."

Monty piped up from his computer throne. "Why don't you just ask her if she remembers the island?"

"Because nothing good happened there." He dropped back into the chair. "I can't ask her if she remembers being forced to kneel in the mud with a gun pointed at her head. And I can't ask her if she remembers what that insane doctor made her do for him just to stay alive."

"Insane doctor?" Raven asked feeling sick to her stomach. Bellamy didn't' talk about the island and sometimes she was reminded of why.

Bellamy made an aborted gesture as if to wave off that part of the discussion. "That's not the point. I don't have to ask her if she remembers that, because if she does she'll know the Arrow is me."

"Look man," Miller crossed his arms. "She reacted to the hozen thing, you told us that, and she's been acting like you are more than a casual acquaintance of hers. Isn't it better to make sure that the person who probably knows who the Arrow is under the hood isn't getting ready to tell your sister?"

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"Are you sure this is a good idea Al'asad?" Lincoln asked from his post in front of her desk.

Clarke looked up from where she was using her hands to make sure her dark blue business suit was unwrinkled. "Ontari ordered me to handle it, and here at least it's a controlled environment and no risk of a crazy reporter with a camera jumping out."

Lincoln squinted at the mention of a crazy reporter jumping out. He had no idea if this alderman Wallace was a threat to his charge. Shifting uneasily, he moved to the side of the room where he would have a full view of the room. "I disapprove of you engaging with a politician known to loath your family."

She strode forward, clearly having spotted the man coming out of the elevator. "He's a politician, even if he was stupid enough to try and threaten to me, he would hardly do so in a way that could so easily be traced back to him. If there is one thing you can count on with politicians, it is that they will do anything to maintain their image."

He was forced to make a noise of assent as Cage Wallace entered. He'd just have to be on his guard while this meeting occurred. Why couldn't Ontari be the one to deal with the politician? They killed politicians all the time. Working with one outside of a blackmail or death scenario was off putting and he didn't like it.

"Alderman, thank you for coming." Clarke greeted moving forward to offer her hand.

Cage walked past her ignoring the offer and walking towards the large floor to ceiling windows. "Ms. Griffin, this is some view. How small the rest of us must look from up here."

Lincoln hadn't truly wished to kill any of his targets in some time. It was a chore, work really after so many years of working with the league. Something you became fairly removed from if you stayed in the league long enough. However, he found that he could still feel the desire to plunge a dagger into a human's chest quite deeply. How dare this foolish ant, presume to criticize the beloved?

Meanwhile, Clarke took the insult with an assassin's grace, none of her anger or intent showing on her face. "Would you like some coffee Mr. Wallace?"

"I'd rather not." He turned crossing his arms. "I was surprised when I heard you wanted to meet."

Clarke seemed to be ignoring the messages Cage's body was sending her. His posture and placing himself in a physical position of power just sitting down on her couch smiling pleasantly. "As surprised as I was to find my head being called for by a politician I'd never heard of or met just days after returning from the dead." She replied pleasantly.

"Oh, that shouldn't be that surprising, my constituents have a lot of anger towards your family." He said while swaggering towards the chair across from the couch.

Clarke's smile fell into a serious gaze. "They have a right to be angry. My mother was involved in something unspeakable." She crossed her legs. "However, I'm my own woman, and I'm not your enemy."

"You're not a friend." Cage remarked while sitting down. "To me, or the people of the Glades."

Lincoln twitched as Clarke pulled a checkbook out from the inside pocket of her suit jacket. He deeply regretted she wasn't pulling out the knife he knew lay next to the book. "I'm hoping to prove otherwise."

Cage leaned forward and spoke like he was speaking to a simpleton. Lincoln was going to kill this man when this assignment ended if he hadn't been allowed to before that. He could make it look like an accident. "Ms. Griffin, not every problem can be solved by money. Real change will never happen till your elitist friends realize it is morally unacceptable to allow thousands of its fellow citizens to live right down the street but in a third world."

She breathed in before replying. "Then let's show them. I'll host a benefit. Invite those people you seem so willing to throw into the fire and show them what needs to be done."

Cage leaned back into his seat. "People seeing you, seeing you stand up for what's right, the CEO of Griffin Inc., taking responsibility and trying to help the people her company hurt in a public way, now that," Cage's condescending expression seemed to soften, "that would make a difference."

Clarke stood up, straightened her suit jacket and offered her hand. "Then let's make a difference."

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Bellamy slipped into Octavia's work, in his full outfit, his green hood covering his face. He needed to convince her that the Arrow was different, that he wasn't the bad guy. As Raven had told him, though with the clear understanding that this meeting did not meet with her approval. He pulled out a short distance frequency emitter that would blow the lights for a few minutes. He waited for her to be turned away from where he was hiding and hit the button. The office fell into darkness. He dropped into the doorway so he was a distance away from her and not threatening. Using his voice changer, he spoke. "Hello Octavia."

"Seems like old times." She said, not turning around though he could hear the slight waver of anger in her voice. It dawned on him that the distance might be a good idea for his face to remain unharmed rather than to make her feel unthreatened.

He cleared his throat. "We need to talk."

She spun around, looking like she'd like to be punching him in the face. "Fine," She bit out. "Turn that thing off and take off the hood."

Raising one hand in a sign of compliance, he spoke carefully. "I'm not your enemy."

"You're a criminal and I'm a DA. What else would you call it." She narrowed her eyes. "The law applies to you just like everyone else."

It was difficult not to shift but he stayed still. "You didn't think that last year when you asked for my help." He paused for a minute. "You used to think I was helping the people in this city."

"And then I saw you." She stepped forward, her hands clenched and shaking with rage. He was aware enough to be thankful his sister wasn't going to try and punch the vigilante she didn't know. "The night of the earthquake. Atom died, and by the time I got to him he was gone. I saw you leaving, too busy fighting a pointless duel with Thelonious Jaha to save the people you swore you'd protect." She shook her head. "I don't think you wear that hood because you're a hero. I think you wear it to hide that you are a coward. I will see you arrested, unmasked, prosecuted and sent to rot in prison. So don't you dare ever speak to me again."

He stepped back and slipped into the shadows without replying, after all, what was there to say to that? As he moved out of the office, he released the frequency emitter, letting the lights flood back on as he left. It would seem he'd wasted his time.

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Octavia arrived at the benefit Clarke was throwing for the Glades. She'd worn her standard black dress and was walking slowly around the room looking for a familiar face. Unfortunately, she didn't often associate with millionaires so those attending the function were not in her usual social circles. She held her flute of champagne like a shield. Finally, she spotted Clarke speaking to Cage Wallace. Why Clarke thought dealing with that inflammatory lowlife was a good idea she didn't know. Clarke had certainly gone with the method of using your dress as a weapon. She was wearing a couture dress that made men's brains melt to aid in dealing with male morons. Walking forward, she caught Clarke's eye. "Clarke."

"Octavia, good to see you could make it." Clarke's smile stopped looking like she was planning murder and became more genuine. Octavia was truly grateful for the change.

"I was surprised you invited me." She said, coming to a stop by Clarke's side, meanwhile Clarke had shifted shutting Cage out of their conversation.

She smiled. "You're a DA, there are people here you will need to work with in the future. Plus, I needed to ask you about a girl's movie night with Raven and I later this week."

Octavia shook her head, trying to understand rich people was pointless. "Don't you have a fancy speech to be giving or something?"

"I do," She waved a tall broad shouldered man in a suit over. "Octavia this is Lincoln my body guard. Lincoln this is Octavia Blake. Please watch over her while I'm speaking."

He nodded to Clarke before turning to her and offering her arm. Octavia grinned, accepting it. "Pleasure to meet you." He really was stacked from what she could tell.

His mouth curled slightly at the edge as he led her over to table with a clear view of the podium Clarke was stepping up to in order to speak. "Would you like some more champagne."

Clarke cleared her throat over the microphone and Octavia leaned back to watch. Her brothers friend smiled and began to speak. "Welcome and thank you all for joining me to discuss this cause that is so close to all of our hearts. I, as all of you know, have been lost for six years now only to regain my memories and find that my city, our city, had been through something unspeakable. While I was in Laos I learned a lot, including that even the smallest kindness can make a large impact. If the people of the village I found myself in had not helped and cared for me till I was well enough to repay them, I would have died six years ago. Instead, I stand here able to make a difference in our city. I will be matching any pledge to the Starling city food banks and rebuilding funds made tonight up to the amount of seven million. So please give, and show to the people of this city that we all felt it when Thelonious Jaha attacked us, and that we will rise up together to repair our home. Even the least of us deserves to be helped and aided as we all deal with the results of the tragedies that have occurred in our city. I think if we work together we will find that the Glades have much to offer this city. After all, it is not among the wealthy that I found aid and kindness while in Laos but among the poor. Perhaps it is time that we who have resources show a similar spirit of charity."

She angled her body to the side slightly. "Now to inform us of the organizations helping rebuild our city and those that could best use our resources. is Alderman Cage Wallace. Please join me in welcoming him to the stage." Clarke stepped back clapping as Cage stepped up to the podium.

Octavia clapped lightly and watched as Clarke made her way over to her and Lincoln while Cage started his speech. As Clarke reached her she stared at her. "Laying it on a bit thick there?"

Clarke shrugged. "Well someone had to do it."

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Bellamy went around a corner on his plain black bike with a rush as he saw the FEMA truck with the triad goons preparing to drive off with it. He could see the dead body of the driver already on the ground and hauled out of the truck. Releasing the handlebars of the bike, he pulled an arrow out of his quiver and drew his bow back using his legs to keep the motorcycles moving straight. He sent a stun grenade arrow straight through the passenger window of the FEMA truck knocking the thug in the cab flying out of the truck. Passing by the remaining men he brought his bike to a halt before unmounting and turning with his bow already drawn ready to send his next arrow.

White China turned to the remaining thug, "Go!" Turning, she began to approach him. "Told you, on time to die."

-LOTL-

Monty laughed as his fingers flew over the keyboard, watching as the police followed false leads all over town, never getting anywhere the drama unfolding. "Try and corner the Arrow when your cameras tell you he's on the wrong side of town."

Raven from her place leaning over Monty's shoulder laughed. "How long can you keep them running in circles?"

"How long do we need them out of the way?" He asked, grinning widely at his outsmarting the police. He tapped his comm. "Police are out of the way, do your thing team."

-LOTL-

Miller swore his black ski mask was made to make his face itch as much as possible. The itching didn't even remotely make the alternative of wearing green leather worth it though. He watched, waiting for his opening as a crazy lady with white hair, a crazy dude with metal claws, and his crazy friend in green leather and using a bow and arrow fought in a twirling dance of deadly ability. Shaking his head at the crazy, he shot forward and grabbed the goon heading for the truck and yanked him back before jabbing a knock out dart into the man's neck. As the body went limp and hit the ground he climbed into the truck himself and revved the engine before turning it around in the street and heading out of the area. Hitting his comm he reported in his success. "Truck is secure."

-LOTL-

Bellamy spun deflecting a knife from White China while ducking a swipe from the man who Monty had dubbed Iron Tiger. Bringing his foot up, he caught the forearm of a clawed arm diverting it away from him while using his bow to slap across White China's face. Snapping his bow back up, he caught Iron Tiger's next attack before punching White China hard, sending her flying into the side of a dumpster.

One down, he barely managed to deflect the next stabbing swipe Iron Tiger made for him. His mind fell into the peaceful place where he existed only to fight. Block, strike, kick, block, twist, dodge, block, lunge. It was a familiar rhythm and one he was addicted to in some ways. He was getting familiar with his opponent's style as well. The man was talented and dangerous. He grunted as his arm got locked in and he was yanked around the metal claws held to his throat his back pressed into his enemy's front as they both fought over the freedom to move the claws either away from his throat or across it. He was nearly blinded by the headlights from the FEMA truck as it drove straight for them. "You're not the only one allowed to bring a friend." He grunted out.

It didn't take long for them to break apart both diving towards opposite sides of the road to avoid being crushed by the truck. Gasping, Bellamy got to his feet and looked around for his opponent only to see an elbow disappearing into the construction of the scattered remains of what looked like it had once been an apartment building. He hit his comm. "I've lost eyes on my targets."

The light was bad, visibility almost zero as he half crouched making his way through the debris looking for where either of his opponents had gotten to in the chaos. Sheet plastic crinkled in the wind, making it impossible to pick up the sounds of anyone else moving in the rubble. Passing a dark corner, he nearly cried out at the pain of someone cutting across his side. Spinning with an arrow strung, he found himself facing shadows that Iron Tiger had clearly disappeared into while his back was turned.

-LOTL-

Miller yanked at his ski mask trying to get it in a more comfortable position as he drove down the road. He'd ditch the truck at the hospital and then double back to pick up Bellamy. He most certainly did not jump at all when his left hand window and peripheral vision was taken up by a lot of pure white hair and a very angry looking Chinese woman. "Fuck!"

He dodged to the side just missing an attempt she made to stab him by reaching into the truck cab. The knife embedded in the head rest. He brought his elbow up and drove it into her face. She clearly wasn't deterred as she continued to hold onto the outside of the truck. He nearly ran off the road and was forced to correct the heading of the truck only to be punched across the face. Grunting, he slammed his elbow into the woman again.

-LOTL-

Bellamy was stalking quietly through the rubble. He couldn't let the man get the drop on him again. He grunted in pain as he felt the sharp claws rake up his back. It didn't take an idiot to know if Raven hadn't designed the fabric, he would be taking a lot more damage than he was. Still, this couldn't keep going on, or even the reinforced fabric wouldn't be able to protect him.

-LOTL-

Miller was swearing as he tried to punch or knock China White off the side of the truck but she was clearly a stubborn bitch and was not going to come off before she completed her mission. With a prayer on his lips, he drove the truck straight into a dumpster. The impact sent her flying off the side of the truck and left him groaning in pain. Lifting his hand, he felt his brow. Damn she'd managed to cut him.

-LOTL-

Bellamy finally heard what he was listening for so carefully. Spinning around, Bellamy fired into the shadows only to hear the sound of his arrow being cut down. It didn't stop him firing again and again as the Iron Tiger approached him. Finally, one of his arrows pierced the upper section of the man's shoulder.

Iron Tiger sneered. "That hurts, but it won't stop me."

Bellamy hit the button on the trigger Raven had handed him, causing the arrow to electrify. It sent the man crashing to the ground while twitching. Bellamy looked down at him and hit his comm. "Taser arrows work."

Raven's voice spoke up in his ear. "Find Miller, he hasn't radioed in since he gave the all clear and the last traffic camera we have him on showed China fucking White was hanging onto the side of the truck like some sort of barnacle!"

-LOTL-

Miller jumped out of the truck and drew his glock. Holding it at the ready in front of him he began to systematically search for China White. The damned woman had to be injured at least from her short flight in the air. He barely stepped back, dodging the knife swing from the Chinese assassin and mobster. His aim was wide and she was into his guard. He dropped his gun, accepting it was pointless and pulled his hands up ready to fight. He got in a good one two before her foot connected in a brutal kick knocking him back a few paces. He moved in to hit her again but she dropped down, sweeping his legs and bringing a knife down to stab him.

The sound of arrows whistling through the air saved him and suddenly she was physically yanked away from him. Looking up, Miller saw her attached to a phone pole. He nearly snorted at how ridiculous she looked. Her hands were caught in a wire net anchored into the phone pole with two arrows. He looked over his shoulder where Bellamy was pulling his bike to a halt. "I had her."

Bellamy shrugged. "Figured I had to try out the new arrows."

China White spat at Bellamy. "You've changed. You would have killed me by now if you hadn't."

Miller cringed at the woman's stupidity. Really, he should have known she'd be the sort of villain to monologue as soon as he saw the bleached till it was pure white hair.

Bellamy's hoarse 'Arrow' voice came out from under his hood. "The police can take the shipment the rest of the way." The tip of his bow indicated the truck that didn't look like it would be going anywhere without a tow truck.

Miller fell into step behind Bellamy and walked away from the crazy Triad woman.

"They still won't see you as anything more than the enemy." China White said. "You'll never be a hero in their eyes. You're never going to be anything more than a criminal to them."

Bellamy turned at her words and Miller had to resist reaching out for him. He glared at the smiling woman. She's been rendered helpless and was now using her words to score damage. He didn't know why she cared to do it. It's not like it would have helped her when Bellamy still killed people.

"As long as the city is safe it doesn't matter." Bellamy replied before turning back and mounting his bike. Miller dropped down behind him.

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Bellamy set his bow back down in its case and grinned at his team. "So, you were right Raven."

She laughed. "Of course I was, Monty and I here are the brains of the operation."

Monty stretched his fingers out. "Local authorities are nothing to my skills." He blew on them theatrically. "Dangerous weapons right here. Forced the police to run around like idiots all night long."

He smiled walking over to Miller with a case of butterfly bandages. "Thanks for having my back. All of you. I don't know what I would have done without any of you."

"Not going to diss my awesome Taser arrows I developed just for you?" Raven asked.

Miller grabbed the bandages from his hand. "I can put some quick bandages on a simple knife wound." He protested.

Monty cringed. "Can we just agree that stitching up yourself is gross and none of you should ever do it?"

Bellamy raised his hands. "Fine, I'll let one of you stitch me up if I get shot again." He leaned against the metal table that doubled as their surgery table. "Speaking of stitching, I think I might need a couple on my back. Iron Tiger got me pretty good."

"You're bleeding?" Raven asked. "No, don't answer of course you are. Monty rock paper scissors over who has to stitch up our resident hero?"

"Hi guys."

Bellamy and everyone's heads snapped to the entrance of their lair and froze at the sight before them. Bellamy blinked in shock as he watched Clarke walking down the stairs and into their lair looking around curiously. He struggled to say something but nothing came out of his mouth except a soft wheeze. It felt like when he'd been five and his mom had caught him stealing from the cookie jar.

She hummed while examining the cases as she kept on moving forward. "Nice hide out, I'll admit it took me a couple days to figure out where it was. Nice security on the door Raven."

"Wha…" Bellamy choked. "How?"

Clarke looked at him blandly. "I did say I remembered. It wasn't hard to put together that the archer with a green hood was you. I mean you did decide to wear that damn hood as a tribute to Echo before I got washed out to sea…again."

"Again?" Raven asked, sounding just as shocked as he felt.

She shrugged. "It was a terrible island. I got sucked out of a WWII submarine by a very bad man. Which can I just say was worse than the whole being thrown into the water thing that happened when the yacht was wrecked."

"You remember…everything?" Bellamy managed to ask, finally stepping forward carefully. This had to be a dream, there was no way he deserved to have his friend back.

Clarke smiled softly at him. "Of course."

He couldn't help it, he just reached out and yanked her against him in a fierce hug. He had her back. His friend, partner, companion. "I didn't want you to remember Lian Yu." He mumbled into her ear.

She hugged him back just as tightly. "And not recall your hobo island hair? Never."

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Jasper carried the bags of garbage out to the dumpster behind the club. He was going to be doing a lot of chores to make up things to Maya. Still, he just couldn't sit by and let things happen without fighting. Ever since she'd lost her leg in the quake and he'd been nearly skewered with a piece of rebar he was just so angry. He had to use it to help, or else what good was he? He could never be that helpless again, not when she needed him.

He nearly tripped over a loose bottle when he heard it. Spinning on his heel, he threw the arrow that the Hood had left with him all those months ago towards the mugger who had to be approaching him from behind.

Startled he stared as the Hood stood there holding the shaft of the arrow and glaring at him from underneath his hood.

"I've been looking for you." He tried to keep his nerves out of his voice.

The modified voice of the Hood came out from under the hood. "You need to stop."

"You saved my life!" He shouted at the man. "Showed me I could protect the people I loved when others couldn't."

"You want to help?" The Hood asked.

He could barely contain his eagerness. "Yes! Train me, I can help you!"

"Fine, if you want to help me, you can help me, but not by taking on the cops or the triad." The shadowy figure replied. "If you really want to help, I need intel."

"Intel?" He frowned.

The Hood tossed the arrow at his feet. "To do what I do, I need intel. That's how you can protect the people of this city."

"How will I contact you?" He asked quickly.

"Leave that in the wall of the ally. I'll find you."

Jasper dropped down and grabbed the arrow eagerly before standing back up and realizing the Hood was gone.

-LOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Clarke opened the door to her hotel room curiously a knife resting against her palm ready to attack if need be. "Raven?" She greeted while slipping the knife back up her sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

"Wow, warm welcome Princess." Raven said while walking into the room. She raised a hand with a paper bag in it. "I even brought Chinese."

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you." Clarke closed the door and followed Raven into her room. "Please say you bought orange chicken. It's horrible and absolutely nothing like real Chinese food and I've missed it."

Raven dropped down on the couch. "Of course, who do you think I am?"

Clarke smiled sitting down next to her. "So what's the occasion? Not that you need one."

"You know all about my night life. Figured that deserved some take out and conversation." Raven said, lifting her feet up and resting them on the coffee table while digging in the bag and pulling out several boxes of truly delicious smelling food.

Reaching out, Clarke claimed what she could tell by the leaking around the edge was the orange chicken and a pair of chopsticks. "Speaking of nightlife, so how many of those scrapped R&D projects have ended up in the Hood's quiver?"

"Only my scrapped projects, and I suppose prototypes." Raven opened up her mongolian beef. "Like the Taser arrow, it's a prototype for the new Taser gun I'm trying to develop. The arrows give more room for the hardware. It's what gave me the idea for the Taser gun."

Clarke let out a moan of joy at the taste of orange chicken. It was so very bad for her, and it had been so long. Lexa was a fast food killjoy and insisted on 'healthy' food, also a bit of a food snob really. Then again someone with that perfect of a jawline had to have some faults. "It's been so long." She hummed in pleasure. "It's so good to be home."

"So, you don't mind I've technically been stealing small amounts of scrapped stuff from the company? Also the Hood is so last year. We're calling him the Arrow now." Raven informed her while munching on her beef.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Name change, got it. And no I don't mind, I should have expected it really. Just try not to get caught, I'd rather not have to fire you."

"I'm hurt, I'm brilliant no one's going to catch me." Raven looked at her curiously for a second. "So why the pimping hotel room? You have a home, why not live there?"

Clarke sighed, it was a hard question and one she knew she would have to answer. "I don't belong there anymore Raven." She waved her chopsticks around vaguely. "I'm different now. My father is dead, my mom's in prison for mass homicide. It's not the same." She saw the sympathetic look and knew she was about to get a verbal kick in the pants so she continued before Raven could say anything. "I'm going to turn the home into an orphanage. Already drew up the plans with the company, fully funded and staffed. The remodel starts next week. And Wells found a nice apartment for me. I'll be moving into it this week."

"You know your mother will have a heart attack when she finds out you're turning the family mansion into an orphanage right?" Raven looked at her smugly, "Though that's why you're doing it isn't it?"

"Partially," Clarke shrugged unrepentantly. "It's good for the company's image, I honestly would never have wanted to live there again, and it's a real need." No need to mention it also made an excellent cover for funneling illegal league finances from the company to field operatives.

Raven looked at her seriously. "I'm glad you're back."

"I'm glad I'm back too. I'm only sorry it took me so long to get here." Clarke said, seriously hoping Raven forgave her if she ever found out that she'd been capable of returning for years.

-LOTLLOTLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTLLOTL-

Bellamy knew he shouldn't do it, last time it had clearly failed, but he had to try. He couldn't just leave his sister to hate a side of himself. It was selfish but he didn't care. This was his sister and watching her burn and be driven by her hate for his vigilante persona was killing him a little bit every time he saw her speak about him. So he slipped through the DA office to where he knew he could find her. He dropped down as he saw her leaving her office and hit the remote kill switch for the lights.

"I told you to stay away from me." Octavia snapped without looking for him.

He had to resist taking a step back as she turned and stalked towards him. "I thought you might have changed your mind after I stopped the men terrorizing this city."

"It's not your city, it's your killing grounds." She came to a stop glaring at him.

"The copy cats are still alive, so are the triad members I took down yesterday." He defended hotly. Why couldn't she see he was changing?

She snapped right back at him. "Atom isn't."

He raised his head even though his hood kept his face in shadows. "I lost a friend that day too and I would gladly have given my life for his." He meant it, he'd have given anything to save Atom but he couldn't.

Octavia's face twitched into a victorious smirk and Bellamy instantly knew something was terribly wrong. "Well now you're going to face the consequences of your actions." She pulled a remote out of her pocket and flicked a switch.

The result was instantaneous as SWAT members burst out of the various halls and offices around the floor, guns aimed straight for him. Instinctively he had his bow out and an arrow strung but there were too many people, he couldn't shoot them all. He could practically feel the red lasers aimed right for his chest. Spinning with his bow drawn, he stared helplessly from under his hood at Octavia.

She looked purely smug and vindicated. "I told you to stay away, I knew you wouldn't listen."