Notes:

I'm pretty anxious about this chapter and people's reaction to it.

Okay, so there might be people who won't like Sara in the upcoming chapters, just as a warning.

Your bros change, your folks age, your own grave in close range You're so brave, you're stoneface, there's no shame if you show pain

Sara

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting in Ollie's armchair when she vaguely perceived the ringing of the doorbell but decided to ignore it, as she had done with so much already today. Sara was aware that what she was doing wasn't healthy, but she just couldn't deal right now. So, she'd done what she always did in situations like this; she bailed, except she had no choice but to disappear inside of her own mind instead of the beams under the ceiling, or the clock tower or any place she wouldn't be found.

Thankfully, neither Thea nor Sin had tried to engage her or keep her from searching refuge within her own mind. Not that there was any, far from it. A storm was raging and threatening to pull her under. And she knew the deep waters wouldn't calm until Ollie was back home. He was the only one with the power to calm the roaring storms within her, to bring back the stillness of a calm sea. To quieten the deafening sound of the destructive tides crashing against the stony fortress she had withdrawn into, trying to topple it over and sink it in the bottomless depth of the dark and rough waters.

She'd also tuned the local news out that they'd had on ever since Ollie had been taken, hoping there might be some clues of some kind. There'd been several segments mentioning his absence in connection with D.A. Chase's murdered wife, the Green Arrow and a claimed fake appointment with Mayor Adams and D.A. Chase that he had missed, which was used as proof that something was fishy and had them once again claim Ollie and the local vigilante might be one and the same or connected. But then there were journalists like Susan Williams who called the mayor's office out, calling the claim she was supposed to meet with Oliver Queen bullshit. Wondering what they would've met about. Since the former playboy was no longer in politics and was also not involved in any activities, projects or businesses that would give him a reason to meet with the mayor. Not being in charge of Palmer Tech, which used to be his family's business, or on any committees his parents had been on, meant there was no reason for him to meet with the mayor or for the mayor to seek an appointment with him.

It was nice to know there was at least one journalist calling the current administration out and defending Ollie, at least this time around. And who actually understood or had a vague concept of the intricacy of Star City, its politicians and its elite.

She'd tuned them out as soon as she got the gist of what they were trying to do, the character assassination they were once again engaging in, and that they obviously had nothing useful to share. It was all lies and bullshit claims without rhyme or reason. They had nothing solid. So, there was no point in worrying about it already. She could only deal with one issue at a time, and bringing Ollie home took precedence over guarding his reputation.

She hadn't heard from Anatoly in at least a day; he had called her once since leaving the apartment two days ago to let her know he had talked to his brothers in Star and beyond and made it very clear to them that the current main focus of their operation was finding Ollie. That all of their resources were going into the search for their missing brother. It made sense for him to focus on the task and not keep her in the loop. She knew they were on it and that he would let her know as soon as they found something solid. That had to be enough. Everything else would be a distraction for the Pakhan.

But it was just so damn difficult to stay here. To not be involved in the actual search herself. To entrust others with Ollie's life. She hated this so much.

Every fiber of her being was urging her to get her sharpest knives and go look for him herself. She felt like her insides were being ripped apart at the constant battle between her demons and her meta side represented by the Canary, and the rational and human part within her. Everything hurt, and she wasn't sure if it was physical or just mental, but her mind was just as much a mess and she felt she was going insane with all the thoughts and voices and feelings constantly bombarding her.

She hadn't heard from Roy after the brief text he'd sent letting her know that he'd come to help look for Ollie as soon as he got the chance. She hoped it wouldn't take him much longer because she was done sitting around and doing nothing. If he didn't show up soon, she'd get Thea to drive her to the Bunker. She no longer cared about all the reasons why she had stayed away and had planned to stay away even longer. None of it mattered anymore, not when Ollie was gone without a trace and no progress had been made in the four or so days he'd been missing.

She hadn't heard from anyone on her husband's team since that one phone call from Dig, in which they'd confessed that they'd lost Ollie.

How the fuck can someone lose Ollie? He wasn't a piece of garment. He had immeasurable meaning and worth. One did not treat him so carelessly as if he was an insignificant piece of trash. One did not just lose him.

It was only when he addressed her that she took note of his presence in her living room, and she felt like she could finally take a breath. It was still a struggle, but some of the pressure on her chest eased at his presence. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to let him know just how grateful she was that he was willing to drop everything to come help Ollie and her. Wasn't sure if she could ever repay him.

But she knew that there was one more thing she needed him to do. She needed him to drive her to the Bunker. She needed to be there and know exactly what was going on, what they were doing in order to find Ollie. She needed to take control because she'd go insane if she didn't. Her skin was crawling, and her insides were in knots, and she needed to do something besides sitting around and waiting on a phone call. She wasn't a thirteen-year-old desperately waiting by the phone for her crush to call. She'd done that once, copying Laurel, and been done with it almost immediately and she still didn't like the feeling. This wasn't her. It never had, nor would it ever be her. She needed to take charge, at least as much as she could, given her current state.

Dig

"Where the fuck is Ollie?! What the hell is going on?!" Everyone turned to the elevator in record time when the unexpected voice interrupted their search on the computer. What they saw was Sara, standing just inside the Bunker, wearing Oliver's favorite grey zip-up hoodie, one of her hands placed on her heavily pregnant stomach and the other one on her hip. Looking every part the deadly assassin they knew her to be, a look she hadn't worn in months. They would've been sure to have the Canary kick their asses if it weren't for her obvious pregnancy. Not that he questioned for a second whether she could probably still take them all out if she wanted to.

What surprised him the most, next to the unexpected view of a pregnant Sara in the Bunker, was her company. Not Thea, of course. The only unexpected thing about the youngest Queen's presence was that she had only come back now and not sooner. Plus, given Thea arriving with Sara made him wonder about the blonde's first words addressing them, he would've assumed Thea had filled her in and they had eventually let her know about Oliver's kidnapping as well. So, it was a rather strange way to address them, since she had the information answering both of her questions already.

No, what surprised him just as much as Sara's presence was that of the third person in tow.

He hadn't known Roy was in town. Had something happened with the Legends? Was he needing their help? If so, he had terrible timing.

It didn't take him long to figure out Roy wasn't here because he needed help, no Roy was here because Sara assumed they needed help. Sara had asked Roy to come help them find Oliver. Because they hadn't been able to so far and she seemed to not trust them to do so at all. But she trusted Roy to accomplish what they had not managed to in the nearly four days Oliver had been missing. This was all very easily read between the lines in the discussion they had with her. She might not have outright said it, but it was heavily implied.

"Sara, what are you… you know… we've told you." Laurel was the one who addressed her sister first, trying to calm her down it seemed, given the placid sound of her voice and slow movements while walking towards the blonde. Even though she seemed to be at a loss for words as well.

"That was like two days ago. Are you seriously telling me you have made zero progress in the last two days?! Are you fucking serious right now? What have you been doing then?" He felt his blood starting to boil as anger rose within him at the accusation Sara was throwing at them and the insinuation, they'd just been sitting around on their asses doing nothing. They had been working nonstop looking for ways to locate Oliver, Laurel and he had been hitting the streets, Felicity had been looking through any footage she could to find a trace, any trace of either Oliver or Chase so they could hopefully tail him and find Oliver that way. While Sara had been the one staying in her penthouse apartment, waiting for them to hand deliver Oliver to her.

He knew his thoughts weren't entirely fair, the last thing Sara should do in her condition was to put herself in danger, and staying at her apartment was the best choice of action to ensure her safety but the manner in which she was talking to them and acting just rubbed him the wrong way. All high and mighty. And as if this was entirely their fault. He was just about to say something when Felicity beat him to it.

"Well, I'm sorry Sara but you weren't there, and you haven't been here helping us look for him either, so you don't know what happened and what we've been doing ever since, so you don't get to come down here and judge and criticize us. You don't have the right, not without actually knowing anything about what has been going on those last few months. Or you know, actually adding something useful to it." Felicity wasn't wrong. Sara had shown very little interest in anything Green Arrow related, she hadn't been an active member of the team in years, except for the two weeks or so right after she had been resurrected and before she had decided she was too great a danger to stick around. It was a bit hypocritical of her to now act as if she would've been more successful in finding him or could've prevented Oliver being taken by simply being there and acting as if they had no idea what they were doing in the field and zero experience and purposely put Oliver in danger.

"Excuse me?! I do not need your permission, approval, or opinion on what you believe I have the right to do or not. Just like you have no knowledge of what I've been doing ever since you had finally decided I had the right to know that the father of my child had been kidnapped. Who or what gave any of you the right to keep that information from me for two fucking days! You showed me no courtesy, consideration, or respect. You purposely left me in the dark and lied to me, so don't you fucking dare tell me what I do or don't get to do! I do whatever the fuck I want and given your lack of results, in the four days I've stayed out of it and left you to do your thing, I think my assessment is pretty accurate, unless you tell me now you know exactly where Ollie is and how you're going to get him back… C'mon anyone? I'm waiting. Nothing? That's what I thought." He really, really didn't like Sara's attitude and the way she spoke to Felicity right now, he had noticed that Sara seemed to have some issues with Felicity while they had stayed at their place until the Bunker was up to speed again and Felicity had mentioned such while they had put things back together. He'd assumed it was her simply taking Oliver's side in the issues he and Felicity were having but now he wasn't so sure anymore. He wondered if whatever that issue was also played into the way she was behaving right now.

His eyes strayed from Sara's angry face to Felicity's taken aback one and back to Sara but instead of her face it strayed to the hand still firmly placed on her stomach, above her and Oliver's unborn child, when she addressed Oliver as the father of her child while calling them out. And he had to admit she wasn't entirely wrong and had the right to be angry at them for the choice they had made when they still thought they'd find Oliver quick enough for her not learning about his kidnapping to not matter. They had been wrong, and they shouldn't have deceived her the way they had, Lyla hadn't approved their choice of having kept Sara in the dark for this long when she had learnt about it, pointing out how it would've made her feel if Team Arrow had pulled a stunt like that while she had been pregnant with their daughter, her words had felt like a gut-punch and made him see the other point of view and why they had been wrong, why keeping this from and deceiving Sara had been the worst possible choice they could've made and he knew they owed her an apology, it was the least they could do, but it still didn't justify the way she was acting right now.

He was sure pregnancy hormones probably played a part in this too, he could easily recall Lyla's mood swings, adding the stress and worry Sara must be feeling given Oliver's kidnapping would probably only intensify those and he could understand that she needed an outlet for those feelings. He just really didn't like the one she chose. Especially since she was attacking Felicity, who had diligently worked on a way to find Oliver ever since he had been taken and they'd lost all trace of him.

Sara was usually rather mild tempered and kept her cool. He'd only witnessed her arguing in anger two or three times before. And all of those had been with Oliver. And not like this, well once, but that had been concerning Helena, so she'd been justified there. The other times she'd left before it got too bad. This was why he was sure the hormones played a part in her unusual behavior.

"And it is thanks to me that you know that Adrian is connected to Talia al Ghul and possibly the League. Just like it was thanks to me that you learnt the location Joanna had been held at. So don't you dare claim I have added nothing useful to any of this or not been a part of it, I've added more in the last three weeks than any of you have in the time Prometheus has been wreaking havoc on the city." While the information she had provided had been helpful, this was a rather wild claim, and in the end, Roy had been the one who had found the information, not Sara. Was this why he was here, because he had found Joanna's location and therefore might be able to find Oliver's while they couldn't?

There was plenty they had learnt about Prometheus without her help. Even if the push into the direction they needed to go originally came from Roy and she'd been the one forwarding it to Oliver.

"Look, Sara, let me take you through everything that happened during the mission, from start to finish, so you know and understand how it came to this situation." He decided to try and calm things down, just like he tried to cool off and not take Sara's behavior personal, she was under a tremendous amount of stress and in a very vulnerable and emotionally charged position. Maybe giving her a debriefing would help keep her emotions in check and appeal to her rational side instead of the emotional one.

He started at the beginning; them learning from Oliver that he had found the location Joanna was being held at, Oliver and the two women heading to the site straight away while he was following Oliver's order and went to retrieve Doris and bring her to the location. She quietly listened to it for the most part, only interrupting a handful of times to get clarification on some matters but otherwise quietly letting him debrief her, at least until they got closer to the events that led to Oliver being taken.

She'd been rather agitated and incredulous when he had mentioned Oliver engaging Chase in a fight after Doris had been stabbed. Pointing out that the plan had been to get Joanna out and leave and not to engage with Chase. Questioning why the plan suddenly deviated so much from the original one that Oliver not only confronted but then threw caution to the wind and came to blows with the other man.

"…I was taking a wounded Doris to safety and a place the paramedics would get to her as fast as possible. Laurel and Thea were helping Joanna get to safety, as Oliver had asked us to do. So, we left to make sure Doris and Joanna were going to be okay until the paramedics arrived…" He never got around to finish the retelling of what had happened and how Oliver had ended up being taken by their enemy.

"You just left him there? Alone?!" Sara honed in on his choice of words, sounding outraged and it was obvious she hadn't understood what they were saying and the situation they had been in and simply focused on one small part of the story, foregoing everything else in order to blame them for what had happened.

"We didn't leave him there, Sara." He jumped in before Oliver's partner could continue with her accusations defending his and the women's actions. He saw Roy put a hand on her shoulder, almost as if he was trying to hold her back and comfort her at the same time. When had they gotten this close? Sara still forewent physical contact as much as possible. He knew she allowed it with Lyla to some degree. The way those two had hit it off still surprised him, as did their friendship. Well, it seemed to be good for Lyla, and their daughter enjoyed the regular visits to both Oliver and Sara's place.

He wasn't sure why, but Lyla had never really clicked with any of the three women he was working with. So, having her and Sara hit it off right away had been something he hadn't expected, but he did appreciate their friendship and the positive effect it had on Lyla. Given her job and her choices in life, serving their country, meant she hadn't much time to go out and make friends, even less find people she had things in common with. Or people she could actually share what she was doing on a daily basis with, and even if she could, have them understand what it meant. Those were all things she was able to do with Sara. So, he was very grateful to the blonde for that. For giving his wife a place to vent and share her burden with.

"What would you call it then? If Thea and Laurel left with Joanna first, and you left with Doris while both Laurel and Thea were still outside, how did you not leave him there, in a known trap, alone?" His appreciation for Sara and recognizing that her pregnancy was probably responsible for her more emotional and less rational behavior than usual, was the reason he took a deep breath to ensure he was going to stay calm while trying to explain the chain of events that had led to Oliver being taken yet again.

"After Oliver freed Joanna, they went to get Laurel and Thea out of the room they were trapped in. The building was about to crumble on top of them because it was rigged with explosives and a five-minute timer. As I told you before I wasn't with them at the beginning because Oliver had asked me to get Adrian's wife in hopes he would listen to her and turn himself in…" He didn't get very far before he was once again interrupted by the Canary, and he was slowly but surely getting very irritated by the constant interruptions and her refusal to let him explain everything before throwing around accusations and blame. As Felicity had pointed out at the beginning, Sara hadn't been here, she hadn't been there, and she had no idea what had been going on. So, the least she could do was let him finish before telling them how they apparently had failed Oliver.

"Did he tell you that? Because I'm pretty sure that wasn't Ollie's plan. His plan was to use her as leverage against Adrian. He knows very well that a man like that will never turn himself in. Adrian has no conscience, he doesn't care. He murdered innocent people in cold blood just to send Ollie a message. You can't seriously tell me you really believed he would just be like 'Oh, you're right, honey, what I did was wrong, my bad. I'm going to stop now because you ask me to' simply because his wife told him so? You can't reason with a man like that. And why the hell would you enter a building that was rigged with explosives and bound to go off at any minute? Even less with an innocent woman?! What the fuck, Dig! How could you even think that Ollie would've wanted you to do this?!" Dig was just about to respond and disagree with her trying to once again explain the situation in its entirety to her when his brain processed everything she had said, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"John. There's something I need you to do for me. If I'm gonna beat this guy, it'll be by playing his game. And I know someone who makes him vulnerable." They had misunderstood what Oliver had meant; he had misunderstood what Oliver had meant. It was crystal clear now that Sara was pointing it out. Oliver hadn't asked him to bring Doris in order for her to talk to Chase and negotiate. He had asked him to bring her as leverage, just as Sara had pointed out. His wife was supposed to distract him, to tie his hands behind his back just like he had done to them when he had taken Joanna. He had misunderstood what Oliver had wanted, and it led to Doris' murder and Oliver being taken. Just like he begrudgingly had to admit that Sara was right, entering the building had been a stupid move on his part, but he hadn't known at the time of entrance that the building was rigged, and that Oliver had already found and freed Laurel and Thea. He should've consulted Oliver before making the decision. He had just thought… there had been a time at the beginning, when he first joined, when it had been Oliver and him where he wouldn't have made that choice without consulting with Oliver, where he had followed his lead, the same he had his commanders in the military. But then things had changed, Felicity had joined and then Laurel and Thea and following Oliver's lead or asking his opinion before acting had taken a backseat.

Oliver had been their leader, he still was, he guessed but now it was in name only. There was no more chain of command that was being followed or even recognized. They all mostly did what they thought was the right move, not what Oliver told them to do. Oliver had asked them to stay back, told them he was going to go alone but then they had pushed back, and he had given in, just like he had done so many times before in the past couple of years ever since Thea and Laurel had joined the team, no before that ever since Sara had left him and rejoined the League.

"To fight the unthinkable, you have to be willing to do the unthinkable." He remembered Sara's words to Oliver when they were going up against Slade. Remembered how he and Oliver had disagreed. What Oliver had said was along those same lines, though. Reminding him once again of the influence Sara had on his friend.

"If I'm gonna beat this guy, it'll be by playing his game." Sara was right. They had let Oliver down on so many levels and long before that night, but that had been the culmination of all the times before. They had failed him. And Doris was dead because of that, too. He had misinterpreted his words. He should've known Oliver wouldn't willingly and knowingly put an innocent person in harm's way.

He had been wrong with another thing too, Sara wasn't being less rational than usual, yes, she was more emotional, as in it was plain for everyone to see just how worried she was about Oliver, something she would've never let them see three years ago, at least not this obviously. But her thought process was still the same one. And she had reminded him once again that no one knew Oliver the way she did. No one understood him the way she did. He had noticed that three years ago, and he had been taken aback a little by just how much Oliver had trusted their newest team member, especially given the suspicious circumstances following her second return to Star City and the uncertainty that had come with it. He had been rather weary of her at first.

Oliver's behavior towards the Canary had made so much more sense once he had figured out that Sara was more than just Laurel's younger sister he had slept with. It had taken a while, but he had eventually learnt that Oliver and the Lance sisters had known each other since childhood, and Oliver and Sara had been good friends. He had been very surprised by that information. Nothing he had learnt before that had ever pointed towards Sara being more than just a poor decision Oliver had made and an otherwise meaningless fling. Especially after the way Oliver had tried to mend fences with Laurel. It had been obvious he was still in love with her. And then Tommy had died, and Oliver had left. Things had been different after he had come back. But they had really changed once Sara had shown up and everything Dig had thought he knew, everything he had believed to be true about Oliver, had been turned upside down.

Sara hadn't at all been what he had expected her to be, given the little information he had had. He had painted a picture in his mind of a woman who would sleep with her sister's boyfriend. And then he had gotten to know Sara and been proven wrong, and he had come to respect the hell out of her. She was nothing like he thought she would be. She was kind and sweet, and considerate.

And very protective of Oliver.

"Roy, can you…, is there a way for you to find him? Maybe Gideon can…?" She stared him down for another minute before turning around and addressing their former teammate.

"I see what I can do. Gideon has been working on finding him ever since you tried to reach me the first time, unsuccessfully, so far, but she's not going to give up. It's gonna be okay, Birdy, we're going to find him and I'm going to bring him home to you and his little Hummingbird. I promise." The other man had put a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder, making a promise Dig prayed they'd be able to keep.

He couldn't move his eyes away from the sight Sara presented. He had barely seen her since she had come back home. This was the first time he's seen her since she changed her mind and decided to stay and raise her child with Oliver.

The image Sara presented drove the point home that Oliver was going to be a father. Oliver was going to have a family of his own very soon.

Sara was going to have to raise Oliver's daughter on her own if they failed him again and couldn't find him in time.

Oliver and Sara's daughter would have to grow up without a father, should they fail.

He watched Sara for another couple of minutes while they were working out a game plan. She was taking charge as much as she could, given her situation, and he was reminded just how much tactical and organizational knowledge the Canary had. She had everything it took to be a leader. Yet, she had always stayed back and let Oliver make the decisions, rarely questioning his choices or approaches. Something that was so very different to their current team.

It wasn't difficult to detect the distress in the young woman as soon as she was done giving them orders and felt no longer observed as everyone scattered to do what they were told. No, distress wasn't the right word. Sara seemed to be terrified.

This couldn't be good for her or her baby. She shouldn't be here, shouldn't have to deal with this.

But he knew there was no way she was going to step back. She had stayed out of it for the past couple of days and was only here now because they hadn't made any progress. They still had no idea where Adrian had taken Oliver to. They had failed him so far and with that; they had failed her and their daughter.

The atmosphere had completely changed with Sara's presence now in the Bunker, for one the way she had taken charge and was running it like a branch of the military instead of the democracy they had used ever since Oliver had gone missing and two, just seeing her, watching her was a constant reminder what was at risk here, not just Oliver's life but also the difference whether his daughter would grow up knowing her father or not.

Her presence was also a constant reminder of their failure to find Oliver, the failure that had led to Oliver being taken in the first place. And the question of whether the outcome had been different, had the Canary been with them or more involved.

Oliver

He assumed and hoped he was right that Adrian's interest in Laurel and the rest of his team was rather nonexistent. Otherwise, he would've surely threatened to harm them as well or brought him something of meaning from their places. He hoped that Adrian not having taken anything with meaning from Laurel meant he was done with her. That kidnapping Joanna had been as far as his interest in targeting her had gone. He couldn't… he felt like his capacity to worry about people has already been pushed to its limits with Adrian threatening his immediate family, he couldn't worry about everyone in his life, not without losing his shit and completely falling apart, it was hard enough as it was. To stay strong to not get lost in his dark thoughts and the worst what if scenarios.

Oliver tried to ignore the searing pain he was feeling from his numerous wounds, tried to squash the terrifying fear that something might happen to his family and push it all aside to focus on the information Adrian had let slip during their conversation.

Claybourne wasn't his father. That at least confirmed that he was probably aware he had had nothing to do with his death. But then why bring the exact manner of his death up and using it as a torture method? It had to be of some significance to him, but why? There had to be more to it than him using the man's name as a way to become part of Talia's order. Speaking of; whoever Adrian's mother was had helped him create a backstory that had been able to fool Ra's al Ghul's daughter, that in and of itself said a lot about her and it made him doubt the woman they had thought to be his mother really was. There was nothing in Amanda Westfield's story that would suggest she'd be capable of a deceit like this. This made him question everything they'd thought they'd known or learnt about Adrian in the last couple of months.

"You and your degenerate whore." And then there was this hint he gave towards who his real father was, it might have seemed small and of little meaning to Adrian and anyone else really, but different to popular belief, he and Sara had rarely killed while being together, that meant there were only a handful of people that made that very short list.

Anthony Ivo had been the first person on it. If they didn't count Shado, while they might have been responsible for her death, it had not been by either of their hands. He doubted any of this had to do with the mad scientist, though. The way Adrian had talked about Ra's and both Talia and Nyssa had been very dismissive, and yet he had known they were sisters, not a fact that was widely known outside both Leagues, according to Sara.

Just like the League itself had not been widely known and more of a whisper than a proven fact for most that had heard about it. Just like Dig hadn't believed in their existence when he had first heard whispers about them, given his own words. Adrian's training was also very advanced, given the short period of time he had seemingly trained under Talia with no previous combat experience.

Mathis was another possibility, but he seriously doubted the serial killer had had a wife and child and Quentin hadn't known about it and therefore put it in the notes he had given him. No, it wasn't likely. Neither was Xavier Reed, which meant they were almost down the entire list of people he and Sara had killed together.

"It would be a shame, though. My sister seemed to be very fond of him." Adrian had a sister. How would she know William? If Adrian didn't currently know where William was, how could his sister be fond of him?

"According to the autopsy, my father was still conscious enough to feel his lungs filling with fluid for a-hundred-forty-five seconds."He let everything run through his mind again, time and again, trying to make the connections, trying to make sense of everything and suddenly everything fell into place.

"You and your degenerate whore... less than impressive offspring...my sister... fond of William... lungs filling with fluid..."

Shit. Damien Darhk.

He and Sara had killed him together. They'd used a poison Sara had known from her time in the League. It had essentially led to Damien drowning in his own blood as his lungs filled up with it; it hadn't been the quickest way to go about it, but the poison was lethal with no known cure and would leave no traces in the body and therefore left the coroners stomped, which led to a ruling of undetermined but assumed natural causes.

Nora had met William when Malcolm had kidnapped and handed him over to Damien. Nora was Adrian's sister. Adrian was Damien's son. Fuck! And there was the connection between Ruvé and Prometheus they'd been looking for, for months, but that had eluded them. And it was far worse than he had expected.

Family.

Fuck. This changed everything.

Notes:

Okay so... big reveal. I would love, love to hear your guys thoughts on it.

Also I hope Sara and Dig were realistic and Felicity too.
Sara's just about done with everyone and don't forget the poor woman is seven months pregnant and faced with the possibility of losing not only her best friend and confidante, but with that also her husband and the father of her unborn child. She also has no outlet for the overwhelming emotions she's confronted with, because her go to in situations like this is physically working herself into a coma (well not quite but almost) an option she doesn't have and she hasn't figured out a good, satisfying alternative to that yet. So have some compassion with the poor woman. She's pretty much just trying to not fall apart or drive herself insane.

Chapter title is once again from the song "Just a man" by Tom MacDonald.

Notes:

Any feedback would be appreciated, it's the only thing that lets me know whether or not anyone is still reading this story, if people like or don't like a chapter and it would just be really nice to know how many people are actually still invested in this story...