Ellie Bishop: Yep, very bad indeed. Well, it's the Arrowverse, what else can you expect but plot holes and inconsistencies.
Guest: Not sure how that would be an unpopular opinion.
Starling City Airport
Morning
At customs, a young woman handed her passport to the attendant as she reached the front of the line.
"Business or personal, Miss Raatko?" he asked as he checked her passport.
"Personal," she said simply.
As he processed her passport, there was a beep from his computer. Nyssa could see from his face that she had been made.
"My computer froze. Can you hold on a sec? I'll be right back," the attendant lied before rushing off.
Nyssa glanced over her shoulder, seeing a security guard put a hand to his ear, no doubt calling for backup. Within seconds, she had a gun pointed to her head as the guard rushed to her.
"Down on the ground, down, down!" he barked as the nearby people screamed in terror, dropping to the floor. "Put your hands on your head! I said, hands on your head lady. I will shoot you."
With a smirk, Nyssa raised her hands before she struck. Spinning around, she easily disarmed him before slamming his head through the glass of the custom's desk. Grabbing a pen, she stabbed it into the lower arm of the guard that emerged on her side before a well-aimed kick sent him to the floor. The third guard was easily dealt with, Nyssa unraveling the restriction rope and wrapping it around his neck, waiting until he was unconscious before letting go. Two more guards rushed over and Nyssa easily knocked them on the backs before picking up their side batons and, with two sticks, knocked them out. Nyssa then dropped it, grabbed her bag, and walked out as the terrified civilians looked at her in fear.
Queen Consolidated
Not long after
"A successful mayoral campaign isn't about polling, it isn't about fundraising or hot button issues," Mark told Moira, Oliver, Thea and Walter sat they sat in the conference room. "It's about connecting with people. That's why right after we announce tomorrow, Moira, I want to get you in front of as many cameras as possible. Morning shows, talk shows-"
"Mark, I want to help rebuild the city, not pander to it," Moira interrupted.
"Mom, it's not pandering, it's campaigning," Oliver pointed out lightly.
"I just with…everything going on, our time could be better spent talking about the issues, not going to the media," Moira pointed out, mindful of Walter and Mark in the room.
"Everything going on is exactly why we need to the media. With Blood's murder, Starling City needs hope. Who better to give it to them than you? Let the people get to know the real Moira Queen, and they are going to fall in love with you," Mark assured her.
"Speaking from experience Moira, this man knows what he's talking about," Walker added.
Further conversation was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.
"Sorry, that's me," Oliver said he got up, pulling his phone out and seeing it was Laurel. "This'll take just a moment.
Stepping over to the corner of the conference room, Oliver answered his phone.
"Laurel, now's not a good time…Slow down, I can't understand what you're saying…what? Okay, I'll be right there," Laurel said as he hung up, everyone turning to him.
"Is there something Oliver?" Moira asked concerned.
"I'm sorry, I need to go," Oliver said before he turned and walked out, leaving four pairs of eyes staring after him.
Starlin General Hospital
Later
Quentin was asleep, hooked up to some machines as Laurel sat in a chair by his bedside, eyes red from crying. The door to the room opened and Laurel looked up as Oliver entered.
"Thanks for coming. I didn't know who else to call," Laurel said as she got to her feet.
"What happened Laurel?" Oliver as he walked over to her, looking down at Quentin's sleeping form.
"I wish I knew. We had dinner last night at a restaurant, he walked me home. Before I could even unlock the door, he collapsed. He's in a coma and the doctors can't tell me why," Laurel said with a shaky breath.
"Laurel, I hate to ask, but-" Oliver started.
"He wasn't drinking. The only thing he had to drink was water," Laurel quickly assured him and Oliver nodded.
"Okay. But something had to happen, he's not in this coma for no reason," Olive said as they stared at Quentin.
"I don't know Ollie. But…he was an alcoholic for so long and was under a lot of stress. What if-" Laurel cut herself off, unable to finish the thought. "I can't lose him Ollie."
Silently, Oliver pulled her into a hug, mentally going over any contacts that could help him find out what was wrong with Quentin. He'd lost his father; he'd be damned if he let the same thing happen to Laurel and Sara without a fight.
Arrow lair
Afternoon
"Rough day of training with Sin?" Felicity asked as Sara walked in with a bruise on her face.
"Sin and I were sparing with Escirma sticks, Sin broke mine and accidentally hit me in the face," Sara explained and Felicity nodded.
"If you ignore the side effects, the Mirakuru could be a weapon anyone would die to get their hands on. I see why this Ivo wanted it," Diggle noted as Oliver walked in.
"Which is why we need to help Sin learn how to control it," Oliver said before looking at Diggle and Felicity. "Can I talk to Sara alone for a minute?"
The look on Oliver's face was enough for them to know he was only asking as a curtesy. Diggle and Felicity walked out as Sara looked at him oddly.
"If this is about Sin-"
"It's not," Oliver quickly assured her. "It's about your father."
"Dad? Has something happened?" Sara said as she straightened, worry shining in her eyes.
"He was out with Laurel last night when he suddenly collapsed. He's in a coma and the doctors can't seem to figure out why. I'll already asked for Laurel to get me a copy of his blood work and I'm prepared to do everything I can to help him but…it doesn't look good," Oliver said gently as Sara paled. "Sara…in case worst comes to worst; you might want to go say your goodbyes. Not everyone gets to."
Starling General Hospital
Night
The television was on in the background as Laurel sat by Quentin's bedside. She was half asleep when the door opened up. Laurel's opened her eyes, seeing Sara walk in wearing a baseball cap.
"Sara," Laurel said as she sat upright.
"How is he?" Sara asked as she walked over to Quentin.
"In a coma. The doctor's…they aren't sure what happened to him," Laurel said and it was silent as Sara took his hand.
"I'm sorry," Sara said and Laurel looked at her oddly. "This is my fault."
"No," Laurel said immediately.
"Yes, it is. He started drinking because I got on that boat with Ollie," Sara said in a voice thick with emotion.
"You didn't make him pick up the bottle, he made that choice by himself," Laurel said as she walked over to Sara, putting her hand on the side of her sister's face and making Sara look at her. "Dad and I blamed Ollie for what happened to you for a long time, but we were wrong to do that because it wasn't his fault, it wasn't your fault either. We were all just kids when that happened, there was no way any of us could have predicted what Malcolm Merlyn would do. Blaming you or Ollie or even me isn't going to help him. I'm not sure if this is because of dad's drinking or not, but even if it is, it's not your fault."
Sara looked like she wanted to argue when she saw something over Laurel's shoulder and paled.
"I have to go," Sara muttered before walking passed Laurel and out of the room.
Laurel, bewildered by Sara's behavior, looked towards what had caught Sara's attention. It was the television, a news report talking about an attack at the airport earlier. A picture of the assailant was on the screen. It was Nyssa.
Out in the parking lot, Sara was making her out, trying to get a safe distance when, suddenly, a dark form, appearing only as a shadow, jumped down, blocking her path. Sara froze as Nyssa rose to her fell height, pulling down her vail to reveal her face.
A short distance away, Oliver stood in the shadows, an arrow trained on Nyssa as she approached Sara, pulling her a dagger from her sheath. He was ready to release the draw string when Nyssa pulled Sara to her and, to his surprise, pulled her into a kiss.
He…had not bene expecting that, Oliver thought in surprise as he lowered his bow.
Sara returned the kiss more out of habit than anything, wondering what Nyssa's agenda was. She clearly wasn't going to kill her, which Sara had half expected. And if her suspicions were right, than Nyssa wasn't afraid to use her family to get to her.
After a moment, Nyssa pulled back.
"I've had better greetings," Nyssa noted.
"I wasn't sure what you were gonna do," Sara said honestly.
"To be honest, neither did I," Nyssa said as she glanced down at her dagger before putting it back in its sheath.
"We should talk," Sara said.
"Of course," Nyssa agree. "Do you need permission from your boyfriend?"
Nyssa turned around, revealing Oliver standing there. Sara almost hadn't noticed him there. Almost.
"I am Nyssa. Daughter of Ra's al Ghul. Heir to the demon," Nyssa declared boldly.
"What are you doing here?" Oliver demanded.
"Sara swore her allegiance to the League of Assassins. It's time for her to return home," Nyssa said.
"That is not gonna happen," Oliver said in a growl.
"Nyssa," Sara said as she jumped between them, trying to avoid the inevitable fight between them. "Please, would you give us a moment?"
"Take your time. Goodbyes are never easy. Is that why I didn't get one?" Nyssa asked, an undertone of bitterness entering her voice before she turned and walked a short distance away, giving them some privacy.
"I can explain," Sara said as she turned around to face Oliver.
"You don't have to," Oliver assured her, understanding that she didn't want to tell him everything that happened while she was gone. "But you're not leaving. I don't trust her."
"Right now, neither do I," Sara admitted before looking over her shoulder, seeing Nyssa watching them. "But I need you to trust me, okay? I need to handle this and I need to do it right, or there will be Hell to pay, for all of us."
As much as Oliver hated it, he rationalized that Sara knew Nyssa better than he did, which made her better equipped to handle the situation. So, feeling like he could vomit fire, he watched as Sara walked over to Nyssa and walked away.
Queen Mansion
Same time
Moira was in the sitting room, reading a book when one of her staff walked in.
"Mrs. Queen, there's a Miss Smoak here to see you,' they said and Moira frowned.
"Let her in," Moira said wondering what this was about.
"I'm surprised you remembered me," Felicity admitted as she walked in.
"I make it a point to remember everyone who used to work for me. As well as those who know my son's secret," Moira said and Felicity started.
"You know?" she said surprised.
"For months. But you didn't come here to talk about my son's secrets, did you Felicity?" Moira said pointedly and Felicity remembered why she was there.
"No, I didn't," Felicity agreed. "I came here to talk about Tempest."
Moira gave Felicity her full attention then. From what she knew about Felicity's abilities, from both the recordings and what Oliver had told her, she had a good feeling she knew why Felicity was there.
"I flagged a large wire transfer you made. When I mentioned it to Walter, he said he would talk to you about it. I could tell in his face he wouldn't. British people are really bad liars," Felicity rambled.
"Indeed they are," Moira said lowly, her heart hammering in her chest.
"So I looked into it myself, because-full disclosure- I-I don't trust you," Felicity said and Moira shrugged.
"Fair enough," Moira acknowledged.
"You paid a substantial sum of money to a Dr. Gill. He was the doctor who delivered Thea, which didn't make any sense to me. So I went through like a dozen different theories until I remembered… your testimony. At trail. You had an affair with Malcolm Merlyn one year before Thea was born. Merlyn is Thea's father," Felicity finished, pausing as the words hung between them for a moment.
"I can see why Walter and Oliver have such a high appraisal of your capabilities," Moira said as she got to her feet, impressed despite herself. "So, what are you going to do with this information?" There was a moment of silence as Moira walked behind her. "Felicity?"
"I don't know. Confronting you in your living room was as far as my plan went," Felicity admitted as she turned around to face Moira. "I thought you deserved the chance to tell Oliver yourself. He should hear it from you."
"You assume that my son doesn't already know," Moira said coolly.
"He doesn't," Felicity said, losing confidence in that assumption when Moira gave her an amused smile. "…he knows?"
"He and Thea have both known for months. There are no more secrets between my children and I," Moira said. "Although, I think he'll find it interesting how someone he trusts went behind his back to dig into his family without telling him and then attempted to blackmail his mother."
"I wasn't trying to-" Felicity started.
"Yes," Moira said, her voice cold, cutting Felicity off with a single word. "You were. I don't doubt that you only had my son's best interest at heart, but you have crossed a line today. My son can so scarcely trust people, both as Oliver Queen and…the other side of him. He deserves to know the kind of person he is putting his trust in. Tonight, you came here with the intention of giving me an ultimatum. Now, I am giving you one: you have twenty four hours to tell Oliver what you did and why you came here tonight or I will tell him myself."
Moira walked away from Felicity and picked up her book, looking down at it for a moment.
"As you just told me…he deserves to hear it from you," Moira said mockingly. "Now please get the Hell out of my house."
Starling City
Not long after
"You look different," Nyssa noted as she and Sara walked towards Starling Bay.
"I'm still me," Sara said.
"The Sara I know wouldn't have betrayed us and fled Nanda Parbat under the cover of darkness," Nyssa said, more than a little anger in her voice.
"I had to," Sara said as they stopped. "The earthquake - I needed to see my family, make sure they were safe."
"And so they are. Come home," Nyssa said, her voice softening slightly.
"The League was never my home Nyssa. And there are things here, things I have to do," Sara said as thought of Sin and the Mirakuru. "I have to stay."
"You swore an oath. My father sent me here to make sure you honor it. One way or another," Nyssa told her.
"Is that why you had my father poisoned? Sara demanded, taking Nyssa back. "I didn't put it together until I saw you on the news just now. It's not a coincidence that he goes into a coma just as you show up. You had him poisoned, didn't you?"
"When I found you, you were starving, and alone, simply waiting to die," Nyssa said quietly after a moment. "The League took you in, nursed you back to health. The only reason you're alive today is because of me."
"So because you saved me, I'm supposed to be with you? That's not love Nyssa. It's also not a denial," Sara pointed out, disappointment and anger flooding through her. "I'm not going back Nyssa. But I will tell you this: if you go after my family again, even if I do go back; nothing will repair what you break between us. Think about that before you do anything rash."
Sara then walked passed Nyssa, who stared after, pain and anger in her eyes.
Even if Felicity was right that Moira should have come clean about Thea's true parentage, she was way out of line. Before anyone tries to tell me otherwise, as I'm sure there will be at least one person who does, imagine it happened to you. Someone you trusted, a friend or coworker, goes behind your back and digs into your family, finds out a family secret, then confronts your parents and attempts to blackmail them, even if it's for the right reasons. I don't know about you, but I would be pissed.
The whole situation was none of Felicity's business. If she thought Moira was up to something, she should have told Oliver and trusted him to handle it. The fact that Walter was covering for Moira was a huge sign that this wasn't another Undertaking but Felicity still would not let it go. And by the time she tells Oliver the truth, it is no longer about believing he had a right to know, it is about sticking it to Moira. She went out of her way to destroy Oliver's relationship with Moira out of spite. She stuck her nose where it did not belong and then destroy Oliver's relationship with his mother in order to get back at Moira. That right there says everything about the kind of person Felicity actually is.
I love Nyssa, she's one of my favorite characters and I think she had one of the best character arcs in the entire Arrowverse. But, with that said, it's really hard to ignore the fact that she was introduced as a villainous stalker who treated Sara as more a possession than a person And, as someone who has suffered emotional abuse in the past, I see several signs of emotional abuse in Nyssa's relationship with Sara in 2x13, with Nyssa as the abuser.
Considering that Sara cared so much about her family that she ran from the League to check on them, knowing that was essentially a death sentence, I find it extremely OOC for Sara to be making moon eyes at the person putting them in danger. Sara is not stupid; she had to at least suspect that Nyssa had something to do with Laurel's collapse. I could see the Sara from Legends doing that, but not the real Sara.
And since I know I'm going to get some Laurel fanatic telling me how it is in character for Sara and she's a whore and blah blah blah, I'm gonna be blunt: I really don't give a crap what you fanatics think. Go back to your echo chambers where you can rant about how Sara is this evil bitch and get lost.
