"Who are you?" Helena asked.
"I'm the Canary" Sara offered with a smile

"We have a common friend, Oliver Queen back in Starling. I'm afraid I have to hurry though. Stay low and I'll come back".
Helena stayed silent for a moment. Then she started laughing at a surprised Sara.

"That was a hell of a speech Canary. What a silly name! I've done my research for you. You are here for your latest mission which happens to be my father but you know Oliver and probably assumed his techniques will suffice. You're gonna punch Frank a bit, scare him with your words then leave with the thought he will change and give his bloody money for charity. News flash: You are wrong. So do me a favor bird. Don't interfere with my business"

Sara completed the puzzle and lost her sympathetic look.
"So I meet the Huntress, I suppose, the woman chasing after Bertinelli's men obsessed with killing their families. His own daughter against him".
"You've done your research too" , Helena tried to grin. "But can you blame me? We may share blood but I'm not like my father. Now if you'll excuse me I have business to attend to. We can chit-chat some other time"

Helena tried to leave but a hand grabbed her shoulder in an iron grip.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you Helena. Let me take care of this"

The brunette turned back aiming for Sara's jaw but the Canary grabbed her fist. Helena growled frustrated and tried to kick her opponent. Sara wasn't fast enough and the Huntress' leg caught her ribs. She tumbled and spotted a camera above them.
"Helena w-"
But she was already on top of Sara punching her in the nose. Dizzy from the hit, Sara saw her staff next to her and grabbed it, shoving it hard at her opponent's face. Before Helena could do anything Sara aimed for her knees, succeeding and knocking her off balance.

"You have potential although I'd like to go again with your crossbows featuring" Sara commented.

She knew Bertinelli's guards watched their encounter and possibly knew what she was she doing there. While looking for a quick way into the mansion, the sound of a helicopter stopped her. Sara sighed, cursed under her breath and started to drag a semi-conscious Helena into the yard she came from.

"Good job, pretty bird. Our beloved Frank fled" , she heard Helena murmur.
"It was you who attacked me first. I tried to warn you they knew we were there. You see what rage can do to you? Now you'll be coming with me"

THIRD ACT:

Two weeks had passed since then and things had turned differently. At the beginning Helena was stubborn, trying to escape, cursing Sara and reminding her at least 5 times per day she had a reason she chose the name Huntress. Sara sometimes saw Laurel in her, the determination she had that things would go her way no matter what. It was annoying but amusing, whatsoever.

Then Sara offered they work together out of the blue. Helena was non-arguably a great fighter, maybe with a small temper but she was good. Sara liked crossbows anyway.

She had a tough time convincing the Huntress and she tried every single way, brought many arguments to the point she thought maybe it wasn't even worth it. So she tried one last time demanding what Helena would do after killing her father. It worked. Helena opened her mouth and then closed it, as she had no witty comment for that. It was true. She couldn't even be called the Huntress anymore. Her one and only prey would be dead.

Helena herself grew fond of Sara. She was pure, clever, a bad-ass, had a purpose, something she missed. The Canary might have turned to a mercenary but she chose her targets and her clients, in the mean time eliminating villains and criminals. Herself only cared for the death of Bertinelly not even considering how things would go for her after.

She agreed to work with the bird but didn't change her mind about killing her father some time in the future. Some acts needed to be payed in blood and Frank owned her and his victims plenty, and not even Sara could argue on that. Yes, she cautiously accepted to work with her. Maybe their meeting was meant to happen. Maybe the world needed the Canary and The Huntress, so as to be a better place.

It was one of the few positive thoughts Helena had after Michael's death. The feeling was weird and refreshing.
Besides everyone loved girls kicking ass

HEY! There will be a small epilogue after this chapter for those of you who read this story. I hope you enjoyed and I will really appreciate your feedback xx