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Sara was practically destroying the punching dummy. One of the arms had already been ripped off and several more hanging by a thread. Her knuckles were ripped open and bloody, her muscles burned with the constant motion, and her mind filled with rage.

She stopped, after a few more good hits, and leaned against the bag.

No. She wasn't filled with rage. She was filled with fear.

Felicity got shot tonight. She got shot protecting her. If Sara had paid more attention Felicity would've been fine. Sure, Felicity seemed eager, proud even, to have the scar. She knew better than most that one scar led to three and three led to seven. Each mark had a more horrific story than the last.

Sara didn't want that for Felicity. The girl was too innocent. Too kind. Too good to be turned into a monster the Sara was. It may just one bullet now, but that could turn into knives, or grenades, or God knows what else.

Her phone was ringing and Sara crossed over to the desk to answer it. To her surprise, Felicity's face popped up. Sara was even more surprised when she answered and the drugs Dig put her on seemed to have worn off.

"Sara? Hey! You okay?" Felicity asked on the other end of the line.

Sara smiled a little and replied, "You're the one that got shot, Lis."

She put on her black hoodie and sat down in Felicity's chair. It amazed her how comfortable it was. "I know I got shot, idiot. I'm just asking because you know you're my friend and I care at about you. And I just wanted to make sure you're okay because you were beating up that dummy pretty hard. If I am guessing correctly, you are still at the Foundry."

"How'd you know I was still at the Foundry?"

"Sara. There's thing called hacking into the club's security cameras. You haven't exited the club yet."

"You're spying on me?"

"No. Well… sort of. That's beside the point. I'll be there in twenty minutes to pick you up." Felicity said before hanging up.

Sara stared confused at her phone for a second. She wanted to call Felicity back and argue that she's fine and can stay at the Foundry. Knowing Felicity, that would be pointless. With a sigh, Sara gets a rag and tries to clean up her knuckles the best she can. Felicity would no doubt have a hissy fit about her bloody knuckles, no matter what condition they were in.

The twenty minutes went by weirdly slow and when Felicity did show up, she shook her head disapprovingly at Sara's condition. "Okay, little bird, c'mon. Let's get you home so I can clean you up." Felicity was flustered by her own words and quickly rushed to explain them. "I mean, I know it's not your home but you are always welcome there. And by clean you up I mean wipe all that blood off your knuckles."

"Okay, Felicity." Sara mumbled. Perhaps the drugs hadn't worn off a hundred percent. They drove to Felicity's house, the roads familiar to Sara from that night a few weeks ago.

Felicity led Sara into her bedroom and sat her down on Felicity's king sized bed. It was a mess of blankets and pillows with a few stray stuffed animals in the mix. Felicity went to go get the first aid kit and was back in a few moments.

She poured hydrogen peroxide on the wounds and if it weren't for the training the League gave her, she would've hissed in pain. Then Felicity wiped the wound clean and checked for splinters, since that dummy was old and mostly wood. Sara tried not to stare at Felicity. But her focus on the task, the way she winced at the blood yet kept going… it was kind of endearing to Sara.

Once Felicity was satisfied that the wounds were clean she demanded that Sara take a shower. ("You're sweaty and gross and when was the last time you actually showered anyway?")

The girl did have a point, so she trudged to the shower and Felicity dug around in her closet for some spare pajamas for Sara. She found an old MIT sweatshirt and a pair of small black sweatpants. She put Sara's grimy clothes in the washing machine. Then she made up the couch again and waited for Sara to get done.

To pass the time, she went on her tablet and worked on something for the office. It was a full thirty minutes before Sara emerged from the steam of the bathroom, hair all scraggly and wet and in wrapped in a towel. "Where are my clothes?"

"In the washing machine. I swear, have you ever heard of cleanliness? But here," Felicity got up and shoved the clothes in her hands, "these will fit you. Hopefully. I mean, they're small on me but hopefully will fit you better than some of my other clothes."

Sara smiled gratefully and took the clothes. "Thanks. For everything."

Felicity pushed her glasses up her nose and returned the smile. "You're welcome, Sara. You hungry or something? Or thirsty?"

"I'm fine."

It was nearly four am and Sara was watching The Goonies. The last she had seen the movie she was sixteen and was marathoning movies with Laurel. She had made herself some warm milk and had wrapped herself in a blanket. Every so often, she would creep by Felicity's room and make sure she was alright.

Two movies later, Felicity began stirring and walked out into to the kitchen, which was basically connected to the living room.

"Sara Lance, did you sleep at all?" Felicity said in a tone that suggested she knew the truth. She made coffee and while she waited for it to brew, she sat next to Sara.

"No. I- I couldn't sleep. I… never mind." She muttered.

"Why?"

"Because you got shot." Sara mumbled.

Felicity was taken aback. "What? What do you mean?"

Sara shook her head and hugged her knees to her chest. "Just… please. Don't."

Felicity wanted desperately to press the girl for answers but she knew that would only make things worse; she'd learned that much from Oliver. So she just nodded and went to get herself a cup of coffee.

It was one of her days off so she reveled in the ability to be able to move at a slow pace.

She looked at Sara from the kitchen counter. It would take a lot of time and a lot of care but she would figure out the mystery that was Sara Lance.

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