Nyssa lurked around Starling City quietly, getting the least amount of attention possible. She only had one person she could completely trust at this point, knowing Oliver was the one who gave Malcolm her father's ring in the first place. She had to get to Laurel, but she knew she couldn't just show up at her office as she might cause a scene so instead, she decided to show up at the lawyer's apartment that night.
Laurel came into her apartment as she usually did, setting her bag on her dining table but she felt that something was off. She grabbed her gun and walked into her living room. She felt movement on her left and just as she was about to shoot, she heard a familiar voice squeak out "Laurel, stop," the blonde woman lowered her gun and let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when she realized it was Nyssa. Laurel quickly ran to her friend, enveloping her in a hug which Nyssa eagerly returned.
"Nyssa, what are you doing here?" she finally asked when they pulled away. Nyssa looked into Laurel's eyes, remembering Sara's once more; Sara, her one true love; Sara, the one she couldn't even avenge. Nyssa felt her heart clench as tears formed in her eyes and she lowered her gaze. "I had to get out of there. That place was driving me crazy, I couldn't think, eat or sleep anymore," she croaked out weakly as a tear fell down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, remembering who she was and how Laurel came to know her as someone who had no weakness but Sara. Nyssa cleared her throat, "I mean, I had to come see you. I need your help bringing the new Ra's down," she said, putting her usual tough girl attitude up once more. Laurel brought her hand up to Nyssa's arm, caressing it lightly, giving the deadly assassin a small, sad smile. "Nyssa, you don't have to act strong around me, I'm your friend, let me be here for you," she informed the slightly taller woman in front of her and that just about did it because in a matter of a second, Nyssa let out a sob and crashed into Laurel's arms, shocking the blonde woman at first, but she quickly gained her composure and started stroking Nyssa's hair and back while she let out what Laurel guessed must have been months worth of tears.
For a long while, they just stood there with Laurel running a hand through Nyssa's raven hair while Nyssa cried her eyes out letting things like "I just really miss her" and "he can't get away with this" out every once in a while.
Once Nyssa's crying subsided, Laurel sat them both down on the couch of her living room. She wiped Nyssa's tears away with her thumb. Hesitantly, she looked at Nyssa, "Are you ready to tell me what's going on? What did you mean when you said you needed me to help you bring the new Ra's down? Who's the new Ra's? I thought you were taking over the League since Ollie didn't?" she asked, slowing down a bit in fear of overwhelming the woman in front of her. "Malcolm Merlyn," Nyssa uttered quietly, "he and Oliver apparently had a deal that if he helps him, he'd give him the ring." Laurel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "but what about the prophecy? I thought-" "He found loopholes, Laurel, he always does. When my father held him captive when Thea told us that Malcolm had killed Sara, he tortured him with his sword but survived because my father used him to bribe Oliver to become the next Ra's al Ghul." Laurel nodded her head slowly. She understood what Nyssa had said but she couldn't seem to believe it; the man who had killed her boyfriend and her sister had all the power he could ever need and it seemed like there was nothing she could do. She wanted to help Nyssa bring Malcolm Merlyn down, heck, she needed to help Nyssa bring him down, but that would take months of intense training and planning.
Right now, though, there was something she could help Nyssa with. "Nyssa, what did you mean when you told me you were going crazy?" she asked slowly, putting her own anger aside. Nyssa looked up at her and for the first time since they met, she saw a fragile, vulnerable woman and not the deadly assassin she was used to seeing. "During one of our exchanges, I told Malcolm that I will have my justice for what he has done to Sara but for a month that was all I could think about, avenging your sister, but I could not come up with anything. Whenever I do something, anything, it would remind me of her and even in my sleep, I'd hear her tell me she was disappointed that I still haven't had my justice. I knew they were nothing but dreams, Laurel, but they seemed so real. It felt as if I could reach out and touch her face or kiss her but I couldn't! It was as if I was bound by ropes and I couldn't get to her no matter how hard I tried, but she could get to me but that was all I would ever hear from her. I knew that I had to get out of Nanda Parbat but I had no other place to go but here. Please, Laurel. Please help me come up with something! Anything! I know he'd come after me sooner or later and he'd have the entire League on his side, I can't do this alone." Nyssa pleaded as tears started forming in her eyes once more and her hands began to tremble. Laurel put her hand on top of Nyssa's and kissed the raven-haired girl's temple. "Of course, I'll help you," she said with a reassuring smile causing Nyssa to let out a small laugh as she wiped her tears away. "Now I don't know about you," Laurel started, "but I am starving. Do you wanna go out for some Big Belly Burger?" she asked with a smile. Nyssa sniffled a little before answering. "I would enjoy that. Thank you, Laurel," she said as she gave the blonde woman a hug, surprising Laurel as she was usually the one giving the hugs, not Nyssa. They stood up as Laurel grabbed her wallet and keys as they headed out the door.
Meanwhile, in Nanda Parbat, Malcolm had a plan forming in his head. The same man who brought him the news that Nyssa had escaped approached him, kneeling as he always does and asks his master, "Should we send men out to hunt for Nyssa?" Malcolm shakes his head no, a smirk playing on his lips. "With Sara Lance's body in our hands, we wouldn't have to, Nyssa will come to us. Gather everyone at the Lazarus Pit." Malcolm commands. The man then bows and makes his way out.
After about an hour, everyone was gathered while two men stood with the Canary in their arms. Malcolm took his place at his throne, "Begin the ceremony." Sara's body was submerged into the Pit as The Priestess began mumbling enchantments necessary for Sara to resurrect. Once she is done, Sara bursts out of the Pit, as she was expected to, while the men who brought her in rush to hold her down. She is then brought to a private room in Nanda Parbat where she is given time to heal completely.
Malcolm goes into her room to check on her. He approaches her bed, seeing her huddled up with a frightened look on her face. She looks at Malcolm and croaks out "Mr. Merlyn, where am I?" a smirk makes its way to his lips once more as his plans are slowly coming together. "Sara, what do you remember?" Sara thinks for a minute, "I-I can't remember anything! Where's Laurel? And Tommy? Where am I? And why are you here with me?" she blurts out quickly. She doesn't even remember that Tommy's dead. This is perfect for my plan, he thinks as he lowers down to her level. "I'll explain everything very soon, Ms. Lance. But for now, you should get some rest." Sara looks at him with a confused expression on her face but nods slowly in understanding, letting her eyes drift shut as she suddenly feels extremely tired.
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