Summary: Death is only the beginning. The ones we love never really leave us. And sometimes we have to die before we can really live.
AN: So this is my first Arrow fan fic. I hope you guys like it. Please let me know at the end. Also this is AU in the since that the season finale did not happen that way. And also how I think they should take Felicity's character further. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow sadly. Maybe one day when I make it rich but as of now I don't.
The scene on the roof of the building was a flurry of movements. Detective Lance had his gun limp at his side, silent tears running down his face. Tears for girl he wished he knew better. The scene keeps replaying over and over, he doesn't know if can survive it. He knows he should run to his daughter, check her for injuries but he can't seem to make his legs move. A moment is coming he knows this, and wish it wasn't so. He knew how cruel the world could be, but he thought it would spare her. Spare the light in the dark. How wrong he was. The moment is coming.
Finally the reality of the situation slams into him sending him into overdrive. He rushes to Laurel's side scanning her over for injuries. Seeing none, and thanking his lucky stars he gives her a brief hug before running over to Sarah. She is only mildly injured and for that he is thankful. They hold each other briefly before going over to where Felicity lays bleeding. He knows Laurel is confused. How could any of this happen? As a cop he understands that sometimes bad things happen to good people. But as a father he cannot accept this. Laurel wants to say something he can tell, but he shakes his head no. Hoping she understands to keep her mouth closed. He prays she is sober now, because she wasn't before. He knows he can't help anyone right now. All are still in shock from the event that just took place. So he stands silently giving his strength to those around him. The moment is coming.
He sees Oliver Queen in the Arrow outfit holding Felicity in his arms crying. Oliver is rocking back and forth, begging for Felicity to stay with him. Pleading to the heavens to take him instead. They don't. But thunder rumbles in the distance as if agreeing to the cruelty of the situation. A whispered I love you is heard in the dark. He should be surprised to see Oliver in the Arrow outfit, but if he is honest he really isn't surprised. He suspected from the very beginning, knew without a doubt when Sarah showed up, this only confirmed it. He won't arrest him. He has done too much good for this city. He is hope and Lance knows you cannot arrest hope. You cannot take it away. Besides this city needs every bit of hope it can't get. The question does the hero still have the hope he needs. He is not for sure. The moment is coming.
Sarah and Oliver's driver Diggle he thinks the name is, have their weapons pointed at the man who caused all of this. Diggle's hands never waiver from their position, but Lance can see the anguish, the horror on his face. He is grieving for a loved one. Diggle has seen combat, this he knows and yet this tragedy has probably broken him. For the light in their darkness has been extinguished. Diggle doesn't look at her. His eyes trained solely on the mad man in front of him. Sarah has tears running down her face, tears for a sister that she had in Felicity. There is anger in her eyes, a vengeance he has never seen. He prays she won't kill this man. For there has already been too much death tonight. She seems to understand that because she has yet to make move. Her body is shaking from the anger and the rage, but her control is winning. He wants to run to her side but he knows she won't like that. He thinks maybe he should run to Felicity's side put pressure on the wound and call 911. Get them out of here so they won't be caught. But Oliver won't leave her side this he knows. So instead he looks around and sees the punk kid Roy and goes to him. The moment is coming.
He goes over to Roy who is completely distraught. He has anger rushing off him, anger Lance has never felt from anyone else before. But the kid doesn't move, doesn't do anything but stare at the blood. His eyes are wet but no tears come out. Maybe he doesn't know how to cry. Maybe he never had a reason to. So Lance does the only thing he knows how. He holds him. Then the damn breaks. The shoulders shake but not from the anger but from the sobs coming from the boy. She was his big sister, always looking out for him, always giving a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. He never had a family love and she gave him that. He was a monster and all she saw was a little boy who needed love. And love she gave him. He falls to the ground but Lance is there to catch him. He will always be there to catch them when they fall. They look over to her and a smile is on her face. So they look away. The moment is coming.
This mad man confuses him; just a few minutes ago this man wanted them all dead and now he looks horrified at what he is has done. The sword has dropped from his hands. He stumbles backwards till he is leaning against a wall. His eyes never waiver from her body. He tries to talk but words it looks like have seem to fail him. This man has destroyed everything not just for them, but it seems for him as well. This man Oliver Queen once called a friend is struck down just like the rest. Who only refers to himself now as Death Stroke because Slade Wilson is dead. But maybe that isn't true anymore. For his tears are true. The moment is coming.
A smile is on her face. A smile because everything has lead up to this. An understanding is in her eyes, as the light goes out. And Oliver is holding her like she is made of glass. A kiss to forehead and a kiss to the lips is all he can give her now. There is no other thing they can do. A wail leaves his lips and now they know. The moment has come.
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