AN: Well this is kind of a "Fix it" fic for the whole Sara and Laurel thing after Sara came back the first time because I still hate how the show handled it. Considering how it was such a bullshit scene and they had the wrong sibling apologizing. Not that I hate Sara or anything - I just hate how the writer's handled it. Anyway, here's another chapter :)
Disclaimer: sadly, I don't know arrow or the characters. I'm just taking said characters away from the writers until they learn how to treat them right.
Laurel stands there, after her little monologue to Sara, apologizing for how she forced Sara out of her apartment and how she threw that vase. She wonders just what her sister is going to say and a part of her is a bit worried because Sara's not saying anything. In fact, Sara is just standing there, the mixer in her hand, staring at Laurel instead of responding.
If she's being honest, she doesn't know exactly what she expected Sara to say. But there was a part of her that didn't expect Sara to just say nothing.
Laurel almost turns on her heel, regretting this decision in thinking she could fix things with her sister when Sara finally responds.
"You know what? No," Sara sighs and places the mixer back on the bar in front of her. "I should be the one apologizing, Laurel. Not you."
"I've treated you so horrible since you've came back," Laurel throws out, falling into one of the barstools. "You came back, quite literally from the dead and all and I've treated you like something scraped off the bottom of my shoe. And any normal person would be happy that their dead sister isn't actually all that dead."
"You had good reason, Laurel," Sara responds, sitting the mixing container down on the bar and reaching across the short distance to wrap a hand around Laurel's arm. "You thought I was dead and you thought I died while screwing your boyfriend and possibly had mixed feelings about it….
"Hell, if the roles were reversed, I'd probably act the same way. And I know it doesn't make up for everything I've done, for doing that to you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I slept with Oliver and I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry I went with him on the Gambit and I'm sorry I've made you think I was dead all these years."
Laurel shakes her head. "Oliver should have told me too….That was a two way street, Sara and you're not the only person to blame for it."
"Still, I shouldn't have done that to my own sister….and I've thought about this for a while," Sara begins, running a hand through her hair. "So how about we have a takeout and movie marathon later tonight? Or just order takeout and talk? Or a combination of all those things? We have a lot to talk about."
Laurel nods and offers her sister a small smile. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
Sara returns the smile. "Alright."
Later that night, with Chinese takeout containers littering the coffee table, Sara and Laurel are perched on Laurel's couch. Laurel will be the first to admit that her relationship with her sister since Sara has shown up has been rocky at best, but she's glad for moments like this. Where she and Sara can work on repairing that relationship – where they can get back to how they used to be before a shipwreck and cheating ruined them.
Before everything – the shipwreck, the cheating, the "dying" – some of Laurel's favorite moments was when it was just her and Sara, hanging out doing mundane tasks. Whether it be watching a movie, or talking or even playing some random board game.
She's missed moments like this. Although now, Laurel knows that it's not how it used to be between them and they'll both will have to work at repairing what's broken in their relationship. But for right now, it's nice that Sara is just alive and in Laurel's apartment.
Laurel pokes her lo mien with her chopsticks before glancing over at her sister. "This was a good idea."
"It's nice," Sara agrees, placing her own chopsticks in the container for a moment. "And I truly am sorry for the whole Oliver thing and for starting something up with him again. And the whole dinner mess."
"We were all young back then and were known to make mistakes," Laurel responds. "Although, the whole dinner thing probably wasn't the best on your part but I'm all for moving forward."
Sara nods. "Me too."
The two lapse into a silence and for once it's not uncomfortable – a little tense maybe, but nothing that's terribly unbearable. Sara's gaze falls towards the fireplace and ends up breaking the silence.
"Wasn't there more pictures of us?" she asks, gesturing towards the fireplace mantle.
"I may have removed a few of them because while I never really wanted to throw them away, I didn't want to have them reframed either," Laurel quietly admits. "I kind of threw some of them one night."
"I can't say that I really blame you," Sara responds just as quietly. "I mean, if it were me, I'd hate me too."
"I could never hate you," Laurel says, quickly. "Yeah I was mad and upset when I thought you died. And I was pissed knowing it was because you went with Oliver and that you were seeing him. And I was also pissed when you brought Oliver to dinner, because it brought everything back up. But you're my sister and I'll always love you, no matter what."
"There are things we both still need to work through, isn't there?" Sara asks, picking up her chopsticks again and popping some more food in her mouth.
"But we can do that together," Laurel adds, with a slight grin.
Laurel knows they can't fix six years overnight and it might not always be the easiest road, but she has faith that eventually, they'll get back to a resemblance of what they used to be.