October 2017, Star City
Jacob sat bolt upright, cold sweat clinging to his naked body. He blinked a few times in the darkness, eyes adjusting as he looked around and spotted Sara, still naked and fast asleep beside him. Looking down, he saw a strand of her beautiful blonde hair falling across her face, blowing slightly as she quietly breathed in and out. Smiling to himself, he bent down and brushed it back into place, fingers trailing against her cheek. Moving as gently as he could, he rolled away from where she slept, standing up and walking to where he kept what little clothing he had left. Doing his best to not make a sound, he quickly dressed, pulling on his pants and shirt before stuffing his feet into a pair of boots. He looked out the window, watching as lights flickered all around the city below him. Opening up the window, he silently slipped out, heading across the rooftops and towards his next destination.
In the darkness, Sara opened her eyes and watched as Jacob slipped out, her face contorting into a scowl as she got up and dressed.
Jacob slowly descended down the rope he had rigged up from the roof, sliding down its length till he came face to face with a security panel. Wrapping the rope around his feet to keep himself secure, he fished out a set of tools from a Velcro pouch, pulling out a screwdriver and using it to open the panel. After a few quick flicks on a series of switches, he shut the floor security off for the room he was in. With a grin, he undid the rope from his boot and slid the rest of the way down to the floor, gently setting down on.
Once on the floor, he looked around carefully, peering in the darkness. All around him, filled with racks upon racks of clothing, was an open department store. He grinned to himself, finding his way through the dim aided by his sense of smell. After a few minutes of searching, and one unfortunate accident with a mannequin who now laid on the ground headless, he found what he was looking for. Grabbing up the right size, Jacob pulled both a black leather motorcycle jacket and matching pants from the rack. Slipping back through the store, pausing to at least stand the mannequin back up, he made his way back to the rope. Making sure the clothing was now attached securely enough to his belt, he climbed up the rope, slipped through the entry way he made and pulled the rope up through. As he rolled the rope up and began to secure it to his belt, he heard the crunch of gravel behind him, someone had snuck up on him.
Ah shit, he thought to himself, dropping the rope to the rooftop before pulling out a small throwing knife he kept on him. Spinning around and snapping his arm out, he flicked the knife forward at whatever, or whomever, was sneaking up on him. Just as he let the knife fly, he noticed Sara standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her hand moved abnormally quick, catching the knife by the handle, point directly in front of her face.
"So first you ditch me in the clocktower," she smirked, eyes focusing on him from the point of the knife. "Now you throw a knife at me? What the hell?"
"I had something I needed to do," he sighed, picking up the rope before standing up. "Didn't want to wake you up."
"Well congrats," she sighed, flipping the knife in the air a few times. "You failed on that one."
He shook his head, turning to walk away before she followed him. As she followed, she looked down at the entry point he had made, eyes focusing in the dark on the sales floor below them.
"I know their prices sort of suck," she laughed grimly, looking up and grinning behind him. "But stealing? That's not really the answer."
"You said the jacket was useless," he called back over his shoulder, not breaking stride. "I'm improvising."
She took a quick couple of steps, catching up to him and pulling the new jacket he had acquired from where he had it and unfolded it.
"This isn't going to help much either," she sighed, looking it over and turning up her nose at it."
"It's a start," he grunted, stopping and holding an arm out behind him for her to return it.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Sara said, shaking her head and folding the jacket back up, refusing to hand it over to him.
"Why are you really here, Sara?!" Jacob asked, probably more forceful then intended as he turned around to face her. "Is it just for a quick fuck?"
"What the hells that supposed to mean?" she shot back, her face contorting in horror.
"You ditched me with Nyssa, and now you just show up out of nowhere, telling me what to do, acting like my mother. Don't even get me started on the sex…"
"Jacob…I…" she started, at a total loss for words.
"What Sara?!" he yelled back.
She paused, words refusing to come as she stood there and stared at him. The electric lights gave something away in his eyes that she couldn't quite identify. Her nephew, her…friend? Had become different in a way that she wasn't sure was good.
"Look," she started, taking a breath and looking away from his eyes. "You're my responsibility, you're my family, you're my…"
"Boyfriend, fuck buddy, booty call?" he finished, waving his arms. "Go on say it. Cause I don't understand it. I was in love Sara. I was married! Then she died, in front of me, yet here I am, her doppelgangers here. No clue who I am. Add in this thing between you and me…. it's insane. Half the time I don't know which way is up. But what I can do is fight and focus on that. So, either help me or get out of my way." He finished the last part with his hands clenched into fists, shaking slightly with pain showing on his face.
She sighed, reaching forward and sat the jacket on his one arm while prying his other hand free from its clenched state; opening it and holding it in her own.
"What your next move?" She asked, looking up into his eyes and smiling.
"You're going to need a change of clothes…" he grinned, gripping her hand slightly tighter.
"I can't believe this thing still fits me," Sara grumbled as they ran alongside each other, atop a rooftop.
"I actually like it," Jacob laughed, catching her blushing out of the corner of his eye after he said it.
"Shut up," she hissed, a grin sneaking to her lips.
They both slowed as they came to an air vent, Jacob taking a few minutes to unscrew the grate in front of it as Sara stood watch. Setting the grate down carefully and away from the vent itself, he waved to her and they started to descend down the shaft. After a few minutes of crouching down, they came to a series of grates, one leading out into a hallway. Jacob peered around the mesh as best he could, looking for any security walking through the hallway. Seeing none in view, he grasped the mesh as best he could in each hand, wrenching on it rapidly till it wiggled loose. After maneuvering the mesh around so it would fit through the opening, he pulled it in through towards him and pushed it to the side. One by one, they dropped from the vent and landed silently on the floor, kneeling down slightly and looking up and down the corridor. With a tap on her shoulder, Jacob signaled for her to follow him, crouch walking in one direction. Hearing footsteps approaching them, they ducked into a small cut out of the wall, pressing up against the wall and waiting silently. After a few seconds, they watched as a heavily armed security guard walked past, garbled transmissions coming over his earpiece.
"What is this place?" she whispered to him as he peered around the cut out, and once he saw it was clear, motioned for them to continue.
Jacob just shook his head, holding a finger up to his lips as they walked. Several locked doors passed by them, Sara noticing the numbers on them starting to go up after each door. They came to a junction in the corridor, Jacob holding up a hand and motioning upwards with two fingers. She peered around him, and once seeing the camera up in the corner by the ceiling, nodded silently to him. They waited till the camera was facing the opposite way before ducking underneath of it. Down the corridor in front of them, Sara spotted a logo on the wall.
"What the hell?!" she whispered to him, leaning close and grabbing his arm; she had recognized that logo. "Jacob, this is an Argus facility!"
"They have something I need," he shrugged, jerking his arm away and looking up at the camera; it was facing the opposite way now.
Taking off down the corridor, Jacob ran silently ahead with Sara lagging behind a second. What the hell? She thought, grumbling to herself mentally before following. After a few minutes, they came to a stop, Jacob holding up a hand and motioning for her to crouch down behind him. He peered around the wall he was crouched by, looking down a very short hall to the end and spying a Vault door. Two guards were standing in front of the massive metal door, looking very bored. Jacob leaned back, reaching down into the pouch on his league jacket and pulled out two small metal darts, handing one to Sara.
"You take the left," he whispered, holding his dart up and showing her; she nodded, peeking around the wall as he stood up.
She looked up at him and watched as he held up three fingers, dropping one at a time very slowly. Together, they leaned around the wall and threw the darts. They made no sound as they sliced through the air, you wouldn't have known anything was thrown except for the guards' reactions as they reached for their necks. Before they even had a chance to sigh, the two guards crumpled to the floor, unconscious. With a grin, Jacob dashed around the wall and slid to a stop at the first guard. Picking his hand up and maneuvering closer, Jacob pulled the man's hand to the keypad on the wall, laying it flat and putting gentle pressure on the pad for it to read. A few seconds later, the pad hummed to life, a horizontal light scanning the handprint before turning bright green. With a lazy sigh and a low beep, the vault door began to swing open. Jacob grinned to himself, dropping the man's hand before looking around the door, spying racks of weapons, equipment and armored vests.
"Perfect," Jacob muttered as he stood up, rushing inside and gathering up a bunch of the vests and stuffing them into a green bag.
"What are you going to do with all of those?" she asked, standing in the vault doorway.
Jacob turned to answer her, eyes suddenly hardening as he looked past her.
"Move," he grunted, dropping the bag and rushing towards her. She obeyed, scooting inside the vault and looking to him as he ran from the vault.
At the very end of the short corridor, she spotted a guard walking towards them, sidearm raised and taking into what looked like a comm mic on his collar.
"Sky watch, this is Patrol 1…" she heard him start to say before Jacob was on him. He slid slightly past the guard, slamming an arm into his ankles causing the guard to topple forward. Jacob stood up, a screeching sound coming from the floor as he quickly reversed directions. Stepping closer to the man, he punched the guard across the face, knocking him out with a snap. The guard fell flat against the floor with a groan. Before she could say anything to Jacob, she heard the radio on the guard's shoulder start to erupt with chatter. In a few seconds, the corridor went from peacefully silent, to all hell breaking loose.
Alarms began to go off with screeching sirens, lights turning the once white lit corridor into a flashing mess of red and blue. Sara picked up the bag, chucking it out before the door started to slide shut. Barely making it out before it did, she heard the locks snap into place behind her.
"We need to leave," Jacob grunted, leaning down and stripping the guard of his radio before snatching up the bag and turning to run down the hallway. Sara tried to say something but was caught off by another siren shrieking out, adding to the barrage of noise. Shaking her head, she took off after Jacob.
As they reached their entry point, they started to hear the sound of boots coming towards them. Jacob tossed the bag into the vent before scrambling up after it, holding an arm down towards Sara to help her. He watched as she jumped up, pushed off the wall and grabbed his hand, grinning back up at him. Pulling her through and into the vent, he grabbed her ass as he pushed her before maneuvering the grate back into place. By the time he secured the grate, the boots were thundering down the hall and passed them, thankfully without notice. Jacob laughed silently to himself before signaling to Sara to move back the way they came.
The Clocktower
"You want to tell me why we just broke into ARGUS?" Sara asked, throwing down her gloves onto the table in the clocktower. She had climbed through the window just a few seconds after Jacob.
"I told you," he sighed, dropping the bag down on the floor and taking off the jacket and hood he wore; hanging them both up. "They had something I needed."
Before she could ask any more questions, he reached down and pulled out one of the vests he had procured, turning it inside out.
"What do you plan on doing with that?" she asked, taking off her mask as well as her wig and walking towards him.
Without replying, he whipped out a knife and began to slice the seams on the vest, pulling the lining out from between the two layers.
"Standard issue for every ARGUS agent," he grinned, holding up the liner and showing it to her. "Thin enough to be light weight and not hinder movement but thick enough to stop a high caliber round."
She snatched the liner out of his hands, scowling at him before turning her eyes towards it and beginning to examine it. It is pretty thin, she thought to herself. But will it actually be strong enough?
"Maybe I can repair my jacket," he went on, taking out a second vest and repeating the process. "Maybe I can't, but at least now I have a backup plan as well."
"So, you did listen," she laughed, muttering under her breath but knowing full well he had heard her.
"I tend to from time to time," he shot back, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, a grin beginning to form on his lips. He reached over and took the liner from her hands, moving over to where his jacket hung and picking it up as well. With the sound of crinkling leather, he dropped it down onto the table before moving it to where the hole showed. Picking up a small piece of chalk, he laid the liner down onto the jacket and marked where to sew, based on the dimensions.
Sara stood a few steps away from him, arms folded against her chest and watched him work. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she stayed silent. After a few minutes, she began to pad around the room, aimlessly touching his equipment and looking over his weapons. Occasionally, she would look up and steal a glance at him. After the third time she looked, she lingered a little too long, causing Jacob to stop what he was doing. He sat the chalk on the table lightly, frowning when it began to roll on the top.
"Sara," he started, his voice strangely hoarse. "I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead kid," she replied, turning to look directly at him.
"Do you see me?"
"Of course," she sighed, raising an eyebrow. "You're right there…"
"No," he grunted, slamming his hands on the table, opened palm down. "I mean do you see, me, who I am?"
Sara paused, frowning harder and shaking her head, not sure what to say.
"Everyone seems someone else when they look at me." He went on, standing up and leaning his backside against the table, eyes staring forward and arms crossed over his chest and looking away from her. "Nyssa saw you, Laurel and Oliver. You've said you see both of them as well, but do you see me."
"Kid, I don't understand," she sighed, frowning at him and stepping closer.
"The real me," he urged on, starting to get frustrated. "I feel like I'm in everyone's shadow. Oliver taught me to use a bow, so I do. Nyssa taught me to fight like you, like Laurel, so I do. And Laurel…." He stopped, the words catching in his throat. "She taught me compassion. Then Thea…"
"Hey, kid," she called, moving closer to him till she could reach him before standing up on her tiptoes so she could place her hands on his shoulders.
"Jacob, I see you. I see that brilliant kid who managed to trick Gideon into thinking a distress beacon was active. I see that same kid who sat in the med bay with a busted nose and first told me I was family. I see that same kid turn into a man and take a beating when I was threatened. I see you, I respect you, I want you…" she paused, biting her lip and turning away slightly. "In a way that I don't fully understand, I love you."
Jacob turned around, finding her hands gone from his shoulders and now undoing the clasps on her corset. She dropped it on the floor and pressed herself against him. Standing up on her tiptoes, she reached up to kiss him.
"Sara…" he sighed, halfway trying to stop her.
"I'm going to kiss you," she laughed, smiling a very sweet and innocent smile up at him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her breasts firmly against him. "Don't freak out."
He sighed deeply, ultimately relenting and letting her. Her tongue gingerly parted his lips and met his own. Sara sighed into him, welcoming the warm tingle that spread throughout her body from his lips. Jacobs hands wandered down to her waist, gently squeezing her and holding her closer to him. After a few minutes of passion, she broke the kiss, taking a deep breath and staring directly into his eyes.
"Do you want me?" she asked, her cheeks blushing slightly and the light catching her eyes in the most provocative way.
"Sara…" he sighed. "I…"
"Tell me the truth," she insisted. "Not just caught up in the moment, not cause we're both so damaged. Just plain and simple, do you want me?"
"Absolutely," he replied. No sooner than the words left his mouth her mouth met his, Sara savagely kissing him.
Her hands dropped to her leather pants, ripping at the fasteners with her pale ass slipping from them. She attacked his belt, tossing it haphazardly aside as she tore them open, forcing his member to spring free and into her hands. She grasped it firmly, devouring its length while caressing the underside with her tongue. Jacob let out a gasp of breath accompanied by a groan as she stroked his cock. He grabbed her head roughly and jammed himself forward, shoving his length down her throat. Her eyes bulged in surprise, hands jumping from his cock to brace herself against his thighs. She pushed away, coughing and sputtering, a trail of saliva running from the tip of his glistening cock to her tongue.
"Damn you," she growled, trying to catch her breath. She reached out, grabbing him firmly by the balls and squeezed.
"On your knees," she commanded, standing up and shoving him down.
He grinned, stealing a kiss as he passed her lips on the way down. As soon as he hit his knees, she grabbed the back of his head, tilted it back and shoved her dropping wet cunt into his face.
"Eat me," she demanded, grinding herself against his face firmly.
Again, he obeyed, tongue plunging into her. She gasped in delight, grinding against his face with more fervor. He reached up and around her legs, grabbing her ass in both hands and squeezing tightly. Licking circles through her, his tongue danced to and fro, sending waves of pleasure crashing throughout her body.
"Fuck yes!" she moaned, grabbing her own breasts and playing with her nipples as she rocked her hips forward and back.
He quickened his pace, moving a hand underneath and slipping a finger inside her to accompany his tongue. She let out another gasp, knees threatening to buckle. He broke away for a second, gasping for air before assaulting her clit with his tongue; slipping a second finger inside her. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue, he worked her clit while his fingers pressed forwards and hit her G spot with ease. In a few seconds, he brought her to orgasm, having to catch her by the ass as her knees gave out and she fell into him.
"Oh my god!" she babbled, breasts rising and falling rapidly as sweat trickled down her chest.
He grinned evilly, positioning himself between her thighs, his cock just outside of her ever increasing wetness. leaning down, he started to tease her nipples with his tongue while flicking the tip of his cock against her entrance.
"Stop teasing me," she whined, wiggling her hips so he penetrated her ever so slightly.
Without a word, he pulled back, causing her to raise her head and look at him with a frown. In response, he slid his entire length inside her. Her back arched and she screamed, eyes bulging and hands shooting up to grab his back. He slid out slightly, till just the tip was inside her, then slammed into her again and again. Her hips bucked up to meet him after every stroke, brining gasps and half screams after every motion. She pulled herself up to him, breasts rubbing against his chest as she whispered in his ear.
"Yes, fuck me, harder, yes," she babbled, her words spilling from her mouth with abandon, nibbling on his ear as he pounded into her.
The faster he moved, the more intense and more incoherent her words became, until at last, they both came together. In a few hard strokes, Jacob buried himself inside her, exploding into her warmth with Sara screaming out as they both made a mess. They both collapsed to the side, exhausted and breathless. Sara leaned closer to his face with some effort, planting a final kiss on his lips before passing out.
A.R.G.U.S Main HQ
A middle-aged woman sat at a dark wooden desk, surrounded by glass walls. Pictures of a baby girl and John Diggle sat scattered across the top of the desk, the frames facing outward. A brass placard sat on the middle of the desk reading: L. Diggle – Director.
Lyla held a tablet in her hands, going over logs with the screen illuminating the scowl on her face. A knock on the glass door caused her to look up, the screen going dark as she looked away. There was a soldier standing on the other side, she noticed, wearing a black beret with the ARGUS symbol stamped on the front; the bright red of the sigil standing out in the dark.
"Come in," Lyla called, waving as she sat the tablet down on her desk.
"Mam," the soldier nodded, snapping to attention whilst saluting her. "Corporal Hanson reporting."
"What is it Hanson?" she sighed, waving away the salute with her hand.
"Mam, we have a security breach in store house 11."
"Wonderful," she sighed again, standing up and sticking her hands on her hips. "Get me the security footage and a list of what was compromised."
"I have it right here, mam," Hanson admitted, holding out an encrypted drive the size of his thumb. "There's a problem."
She took the drive, looking at it a second to determine which way was up before plugging it into the side of her tablet. After a few keystrokes, a video file and an inventory list snapped up on screen; the inventory list beginning to scroll through the items listed.
The video file held still for a second, a small triangle within a circle awaiting her touch to play. She tapped the screen with her finger and the video began to roll, revealing Sara stepping out of the vault.
"Has anyone else seen this footage?" she asked, tapping the screen again to pause the video and facing the screen towards her chest.
"No, mam," Hanson shook his head.
"Good," she nodded, flipping the tablet over and setting it down, screen towards the desktop. "You're ordered to keep this under wraps for the time being, I will be handling this personally."
"Yes, mam," Hanson nodded, taking a step back before saluting again and walking out of the room.
Lyla waited for a few seconds, making sure the corporal had cleared the hallway before taping a switch on the top of her desk. Blinds began to slowly descend from the ceiling, covering each glass panel till the entire room was blackened out. Opening a desk drawer, she pulled out a cell phone, tapping a button to wake up the screen. After unlocked it with a series of number and characters, she scrolled down her contact list till she came to a name.
"Hey, its Sara, leave me a message and ill get back to you," Sara's voicemail answered after a few rings.
"Sara, its Lyla," she started, flipping the tablet over an unlocking the screen. "I need to talk to you as soon as you get this."
Hanging up with a tap of her finger, she went to set the phone down before lifting it back up, cycling to the dialing pad and holding the number 1 down. After a few rings, a male voice answered.
"Johnny," Lyla said smiling. "Have you heard from Sara lately?"
As the man answered on the other end, Lyla tapped the play button on the video, watching as Sara stepped farther out of the vault and was joined by another figure in the hallway.
I've gotten a few messages lately about how much people have enjoyed how i paired Sara with Jacob, and i have to say thank you. Everyones support is what makes this fun and exciting. Once i can get the logistics worked out, I'll be hosting a contest. I want to see who, of my readers, can most accurately depict Jacob from the previous chapters. Whoever can, will get their sketch posted as the official image, and possibly get access to future chapters before they are released on here. So i guess, start your drawings! And if you would, drop a review after each chapter. Cheers