A/N: Want to know what song this is titled after? Ask me! ;)

Episode 9: Remember The Name

Oliver woke to the sound of a knock on his bedroom door. She bolted upright and looked to his side, half expecting the events of late to be a crazy dream. To his surprise, Anna was asleep beside him with her back to him. He sighed in relief and another knock hit the door. He hurried out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants, before opening the door slightly. Thea stood outside the door. She smiled. "Hey. Just wanted to let you know mom and I are back," she said.

"Great. Uh, how was London?" he asked.

"It was Berlin," she corrected.

"Er, right, sorry. How was Berlin?" he asked. She looked at him curiously. "Is everything okay? You seem flustered," she observed. "Do you have a girl in there?" She tried to look past him, but he pulled the door nearly shut. "Uh, Thea, don't you have a job to get to?" She stepped back and gave him a look. "Olly, I am your sister, I can tell when you're dodging the question. Well, that and it's incredibly obvious," she said.

"Okay, fine, yes, there's a girl," he said. "Now will you please-"

"Who is it? Is it Anna?" he sighed and she smiled. "I knew it! It's Anna, isn't it? So, you two made up then?"

"If she's in my room early in the morning, don't you think that means we made up?" he asked.

"Not necessarily. Now there's this thing called 'Break-up Sex'," she said.

"It wasn't break-up sex," he said, a bit annoyed.

"So that means you're back together now?" she probed.

"Yes! Now, Thea, please-"

"Yeah, I got it, I got it," she said waving him away. She turned and walked down the hallway. He sighed in relief, thinking she might never go away, and closed the door. "Relatives—can't live with 'em, can't burry 'em under the front porch," Anna said, sarcastically, sitting up. Oliver turned around. "I didn't know you were awake," he said, walking over to her side of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I wasn't," she said, with a smirk. "But I don't know if I'm awake enough to go to Central City."

"Four rounds will do that to a person," Oliver joked. She chuckled and playful hit his arm. "Number four was your idea, not mine," she said. "And, honestly, I was surprised you lasted past round two." Oliver laughed at her sarcastic jab. "Oh, okay, I see how it is," he said. Before Anna could speak, her cell phone buzzed from where it sat on the bedside table. She sighed and grabbed it. She answered the phone, "Hello?"

"…Anna, uh, we've got another death in the family. You need to see this one to believe it," A very groggy, depressed sounding Victor said, on the other end. Anna held her breath. "Where is it?" she asked, glancing at Oliver.

"The Arrow Cave. Get here, like, now," he said, before hanging up.

"Shit," Anna breathed, hopping out of bed. She moved quickly to put her clothes on. "Who was that? Where are you going?" Oliver asked, standing and walking to her.

"That was victor. Another one of us has bit the dust," Anna said. She pulled on her coat and hurried out of the bedroom. Oliver pulled on his shirt and shoes, grabbed a jacket, and then followed her. As Anna hit the bottom step, Thea walked into the foyer, crossing from one side of the house to the other, and noticed her. "Oh, hey, Anna," Thea said, stopping. Anna tried not to look like she really needed to leave and smiled, stepping off of the bottom step. "Hi, Thea, how was Berlin?" Anna asked.

"It was actually pretty great, thanks for asking," Thea said. "How's life been while I was away?"

"Oh, you know…sex, drugs, rock and roll," Anna said, sarcastically. "I actually have to go, but, um, we'll catch up later?"

"Yeah, sure," Thea said. Anna nodded and then hurried out the front door. Oliver came hurrying down the stairs and walked outside. Thea raised an eyebrow, but shook her head. "You know what, I don't want to know," she said, to herself. Outside, Anna grabbed Oliver's hand and jumped, disappearing and then reappearing by the stairs inside the 'arrow cave'. Anna immediately saw a body upon entering. She blinked, unsure if what she saw was real, then jolted into a run towards the table. On it laid a blonde body.

Anna reached the table and jolted to a stop, gasping, instantly moved to tears. "Oh my god…Sarah," she said. Sarah's body was on the table. Her mother had killed Sarah now. "I…I didn't know where else to bring her," A very shaky blonde girl to the far right of Anna said. She looked familiar, but Anna knew she'd never met her before. Felicity and Roy stood opposite the table from Anna, And Victor and Drake stood to the left. Oliver stood beside Anna, a blank yet depressed look on his face. Felicity was crying, clinging to Roy, and Roy stood rooted to the spot, trying not to cry himself.

Anna turned to the familiar, yet unknown woman to her right. "How did this happen?" she asked, her voice full of anger and sorrow. She was crying, too. The woman shook her head and looked down at Sarah. Anna turned back to Sarah, and her eyes darkened. "She's going to pay for this," she said, darkly. She turned and started for the stairs. "Anna," Oliver called. "Where are you going?" Anna stopped at the stairs and turned around, eyes full of water, face emotionless. "To kill my mother," she answered. She turned around again, and was stopped by a hand gripping her arm. She glanced up and saw that Drake had a hold of her. "Anna…" that was all he had to say.

She turned into him and he held her as she cried. No, she sobbed. She'd been friends with Sarah for years. Sarah was the one that helped her secretly escape Gotham City when she was nineteen, and Sarah was the one that brought her to Starling City to start a new life, a safe life. It hurt too much to know that she was truly gone. She pulled away from Drake suddenly, shaking her head. "I can't do this anymore!" she shouted, through tears. "I can't sit by and watch my friends die just to stay hidden! And I won't!"

"Anna, you can't-"

"No! Just shut up, alright? I am done hiding. I won't watch the rest of you die while I do nothing. What if it was me, lying on that table? Or Barbara? You'd jump at the chance to get revenge," she said. Drake was silent. He knew she was completely right. But he didn't want her to get hurt trying to get revenge while she was emotionally compromised. "Don't you dare tell me I can't do this. We both know I can."

"You're right," he said. "You can. And yes, if it were you I would willingly die in the name of avenging your death. But you can't go off all crazy-ass ninja like without a plan." Anna reined herself in a bit and nodded, crossing her arms. "Why would your mother want to kill my sister?" the blonde woman asked, looking at Anna. Anna turned to her and took a shaky breath. "To punish me," she said.

"For what?" the woman asked.

"Making a fool of her?" Anna shrugged. "It's really a compilation of a million things."

"Hey guys?" everyone turned to Victor. He was doing something with Sarah's left ankle. "Come look at this." Anna and Drake walked over. "What is that?" Drake asked. It was a large cut just above Sarah's ankle in the shape of an X. Anna nudged the boys out of the way and examined the cut more closely. "No. Effing. Way," she said.

"What? What is it?" Roy asked.

"I know who killed Sarah, and it wasn't my mother. It was Slade," Anna said.

"That son of a bitch," Drake said.

"Why would Slade kill Sarah?" Oliver asked, finally saying something. Everyone was quiet, thinking. Then Victor spoke. "Oh shit," he said. "He must be working with Talia." Suddenly Anna thought of something and perked up. "Has anyone seen Barracuda recently?" she asked.

"No, but I spoke to him on the phone yesterday," Drake said. "He was….ah crap."

"What?" Anna asked.

"Yesterday he said he was in Gotham. When I asked him about it, the signal cut out," Drake said.

"So he's in on it, too…" Anna sighed, crossing her arms. "We need a plan, and we need one now, before I start hitting people." She turned and hurried up the stairs. She needed fresh air, but stepping outside didn't help much. It only gave her time to think. And thinking never got her anywhere but a sad, crippling place. Her memories of the past were restricting. It always felt like there was a clamp on her heart, squeezing it tighter and tighter as the days went by. And, one of these days, it would pop. She sat on the curb and ran her hands through her hair, making it look tussled and very much like bed-head.

A minute later, she heard the door open and close several feet behind her. She sighed exhaustively. "Look, I don't need a lecture, alright?" she said, not knowing who was behind her. Suddenly Roy sat beside her and she blinked. "OH…I thought you were Drake or Oliver." He sighed and rested his forearms on his knees. "I know I'm probably not the most qualified to say this," he said. "But, I think what you need isn't revenge. You need closure."

"Thank you, Roy, for stating the blindingly obvious," she said, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Anna, I'm serious," he said.

"Yeah…I know," she said.

"What is it that's messing with your head? What started all of this?" he asked.

"Well…my father has been a huge stressor in my life," she admitted. Suddenly a familiar black limo pulled around the corner, driving towards them. Anna sighed. "Speak of the devil," she mumbled. The limo pulled up a few feet from them and the back door popped open. A tall, blonde man in black dress pants and a white button up shirt stepped out. Anna stood. It wasn't her father. It was an old, long-lost friend she'd thought she would never hear from ever again. She smiled wildly. "John?" He smiled and she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "Oh my god! How are you here?" she asked, stepping back.

"Cara said you might need some motivation," he said, vaguely. Anna raised an eyebrow. "Cara?"

"Yes, Cara. She was in Central City the other day-"

"How do you know her?" she asked.

"She's my ex-girlfriend," he said. "Anyway, not why I'm here. You need control right? Control of your powers. You need knowledge of how to use them to their full potential. I can help with that."

"How?" she asked, puzzled. He smiled. "You'll see."

Half an hour later, Anna and John were in a large, cement room with a built in cement boxing ring. Anna had changed into her Domino suit at home before joining John. "So, what are we doing, exactly?" she asked, standing with John in the boxing ring. He'd also changed into something more flexible—jeans and a t-shirt. Definitely better than dress pants. "Sparing. With your powers…and mine," he said. He suddenly disappeared in a small gust of wind that looked silver. Something tapped Anna's shoulder and she spun around. He'd reappeared behind her.

He smiled, then disappeared again. Anna turned back around and found him standing in front of her. "This is what we are Anna," he said, holding out his arms. "We're not meta-human. We're Tomorrow People."

"Tomorrow People?" Anna asked.

"Yes. You see, your mother is in fact Talia Al Ghul. But your father isn't Bruce Wayne. Unless he's a meta-human. But he isn't," John said. He disappeared and Anna inhaled. She spun, grabbed John's arm and twisted him, shoving him into the wall forcefully. "How the hell do you think that? Who told you that?" she asked, angrily. John disappeared and she sighed frustratedly. "Face me like a man!" she called, to an empty room. He reappeared down a level, outside of the ring. She jumped to stand right in front of him. "Who told you?" she asked.

"Cara heard it from Wells. He's withholding information from you, Anna. People are lying to you. What are you going to do with all of this pent up anger and pain? Use. It. Funnel it into your abilities," he said. "Give them a reason to remember your name." He swung a fist at her and she instinctively jumped to several feet behind him. He stumbled a few steps and then turned to face her with a smile on his face. "See? Easy as pie. Let's do this," he said. They went a few rounds, and most of it was Anna dodging and ducking and jumping out of the way.

It aggravated John, knowing she knew what she was supposed to do, but refused to. "Why won't you fight back?" he asked.

"I don't want this. I don't want these powers, John," she said. "I can't be expected to accept it right away."

"You're right. And you aren't expected to accept them. You're expected to embrace them, because they are you," he said. "C'mon, again." He put his fists up and she sighed. One round won't hurt, she thought. Will it? She moved into stance, then lunged forward.

A/N: Okaaaaaaaay so I didn't think anyone was picking up on the Tomorrow People references so I thought I'd just throw it out in your faces, haha. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!