Fanfict imagination: Breakfast, that's where they'll go next.

A/N: I hope the T-rating is still the right choice because there is some "graphic" violence ahead. Also slight swearing. It shouldn't be too bad because I have to go a little out of my comfort zone writing these kind of scenes and I don't do it to often. It's fun but it's also like, what happens, how do I describe it? So, critique would be nice.


There were too many people in the building and no one that had gone in had come out so far.

"Roy?," she asked. "Can you hear me?"

"Not now, Thea, I'm trying to concentrate," he answered.

"And I'm trying to not get you killed. Listen. There are more than two dozen men in that building, all of them with guns and-"

"Thea, it's nothing. I can manage," he insisted.

"Roy-"

"Shut up."

She leaned back and took a deep breath. Just don't get angry. Keep calm.

On screen another vehicle arrived, bringing more men with more weapons.

"Damn you," she muttered and got out of the car. Pulling her hood up she started along the pathway around the warehouse. Two men were guarding the entrance and she took them down easily. The first was knocked out before he even knew what was happening. The second tried to land a blow but got his arm twisted and head knocked against the wall instead.

The door squeaked as she pushed it open and then someone called out asking in a colorful language what the guards were thinking coming inside. The speakers head made the acquaintance of the bricks soon after.

She looked around the room, deciding which hallway to take next when Roy's voice muttered through the headphone.

"Shit."

"What happened?," she asked.

He didn't answer. All she heard was a lot of grunting. She slipped the tablet out of her pocket, trying to get Felicity's software to pull up a three dimensional picture of the building or an infrared or whatever it was. Something else than this cursed satellite image, something where she could see who was inside and where. Before she could manage that it was silent on the other end.

"Roy?," she said hesitantly, almost too scared to ask.

"What the hell?," he answered.

"Where are you? I'm coming in."

"No, stay in the van. We can deal with this. Just get the van-"

That moment someone grabbed her from behind, cutting of her air. She struggled and managed to free herself of his grip. He went for her head and she ducked, so he only hit the wall. She went for his jaw with her elbow-

Another man had her by the mini ponytail in her hair, yanking her back. When he let go she stumbled forward, the first man catching her. He took her face in his hands, stroking a dirty, calloused finger over her cheek.

"Such a pretty face," he said. "Hate to damage it."

Then his fist was in her stomach and she couldn't do anything against it because the second man had a firm grip on her arms. She doubled over, not expecting it to hurt that much.

She tried to keep calm, not to panic, to think of a way to get out of this. Another blow came and another. Thea closed her eyes and took a deep, hurting breath. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional, her fathers voice echoed through her head, reminding her of what she had learned. It was weird to find solace in him after all he had done to her.

"That's right, honey, give up. It's better for you," the man behind her said.

Instead she threw herself into him and used him to kick his friend in the face. Her boots connected with an ugly crunch. He screamed as the blood spurted from his nose, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

The second man put his arms around her, restraining her. She dropped to a crouch, toppling him over her shoulder. He stumbled into the other man, both losing their balance and falling to the floor, a scrambling mess of limbs. She kicked the heap on the ground before they could get up again.

Something hit her head, or would have if she had been standing still. As it was it hit her neck, heavy and cold.

She whirled around, her hand reflexively on the hurting part. A third man had come across the struggle, grinning through yellow, crooked teeth.

"You little bitch."

He swung the bat again and she ducked, charging him into the wall. She hit him. Up close his weapon was of no use so he dropped it and instead tried to push her away. She held him with her arm against his throat and hit him. His skin cracked under her fist, blood smearing all across his cheek. She hit him. His eye started to swell shut. She hit him. He lost consciousness, sacking against the wall, and, finally, she let go.

Her hands were warm and she tried to wipe off the blood on her jeans when an arm wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing, pulling her away from the unconscious form of the man - and let go as fast as it had come.

She turned around to where her attacker lay. A masked woman stood over him, staring at her. She was clad in black leather and wore her blond hair open.

The Canary.

Sara.

"No," Thea whispered. She wasn't sure if it was being used as a human punching bag or the fact that she was visited by a ghost made her want to throw up. "No, you're dead. I killed you. Oh my god, I killed you. I'm so sorry."

The woman smiled sadly. "Not exactly, Thea," she said with an oddly familiar voice.

That was when Roy found them, a sour expression on his face. He almost reminded her of Ollie then. "I told you to wait in the car."

"And I told you there were too many to fight alone," she spat back.

"You could've gotten yourself killed," he insisted.

"Yeah, well, I didn't."

The woman sighed loudly. "Can we please stop this? I get that you're mad at me for wearing Sara's mask and mad at Thea for walking into this blindly, but Ollie is gone and if you want to keep this" -she made an all-encompassing gesture- "up, you need all the help you can get. Which means Thea and me."

Roy muttered under his breath. "We can discuss this later. The police will be here any minute so we should be leaving."

The Canary glared at him. "I don't think there is anything to discuss, Roy."

"Oliver wouldn't want either of you out here," he defended his point.

"It's a good thing he's dead then," she answered, stomping out of the room. Finally Thea recognized her voice.

"Laurel?", Thea stared after her with confusion. When had Laurel learned to fight? Roy sighed and grabbed Thea by the arm, dragging her outside.

"We'll talk about that when we get home. Thea, where is the van?"

She broke away from him, hurrying after Laurel.

"Where I left it," she answered shortly.