#theshootingarrow

Teenage girls were a little like wounded animals; when backed into a corner, told they were wrong, they tended to lash out. This was no exception.

“First off, I wasn’t sneaking behind your back. It’s not like you don’t know what I do at night. Where I am when I’m not here. And part of that life is occasionally disappearing. You know that! You lived it! And yeah...maybe I should have left a note, but I don’t think I should have hunted you and Mom down on your date night to ask permission to take down a drug operation. Had I done that, tonight would have gone very differently and not necessarily in a good way!”

Imelda looked along the calle they were walking down, wondering when any of the things they found would start to make sense. Each ‘lead’ seemed only to make things more confusing or to take them in an entirely different direction, so much so that Imelda began to wonder if Héctor’s murder had gotten away with it after all. 

No, no, she would not think like that. Hard work and determination had worked for her in every area of her life, it would work aquí. Even if it could not bring Héctor back, it could not change the past, it could find respuestas. Y justicia. 

“So he played alone in this taverna tres noches before he was last seen alive....” She looked at the cantina with distaste “It looks like a cuchitril”

She waited patiently.  Well, patient for her.  She was still pacing back and forth, twirling her pink hair around her finger every few seconds, occasionally picking at the scabs  on her knuckles. She had been snuck into the prison by an ARGUS agent dressed as a Slabside guard.  The same guard had gone to let Oliver out of the mess hall, feeding  him a lie about how he had been ordered back to his cell.  Felicity froze when she heard the door to the small office open. She  stepped to the side so she was in the shadows, away from the door so if someone was to walk past she wouldn’t be seen. As soon as Oliver’s cuffs were off and the door was shut, she stepped out of the shadows.  “Oliver!” She breathed, stepping closer. Almost like she was asking permission to go closer to him.

It had been a long day already and one Felicity did not really want to repeat if she could avoid it. Working at a coffee shop just to keep up the appearance of having a job sucked. She didn’t need to be there. She didn’t want to be there. It was below her education and pay grade level but... no one was supposed to know that now. No one was even supposed to know that she was Felicity Smoak. Married to Oliver Queen. 

No. As far as everyone around here new she was the single mom with pink hair that worked at a coffee shop to make ends meet. At least Argus didn’t put them in a place that looked like she worked like that. That would have been too much like her childhood for her to handle.

Wiliam was at home, waiting for her as usual, and all she needed to do at this point was get in her car and go and she could check today off of her calendar as another wasted one when she could have been doing something more. Something better. 

No. She wasn’t bitter at all.

She used this walk from her job to her car as her only scheduled time to feel like this because at work she needed to do well... work and at home she did not want William to pick up on any of her anger at there situation since it wasn’t his fault at all. No he was just another victim of circumstance in this case that got stuck with her. The kid was going to need therapy for the rest of his life.

That was the last thought she gave on the matter though as she reached her destination, keys out and clicking the button to unlock the door. Not noticing the shadow in her back seat she climbed in and shut it behind her until she turned to put her bag on the passengers seat and let out a scream at the sight in the mirror.

It was like deja vu-- only he wasn’t bleeding out all over her car this time. Or at least she didn’t notice if he had yet then again she wasn’t fully sure she was seeing him in her back seat or if it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

@theshootingarrow

Not seconds after Oliver started to fall, Sara was jumping off the bridge after him. But he was too far away, and she wasn’t able to stop him from landing hard on the hood of a car. She dropped down beside him, helping him up and ignoring his attempts to swat her away, “Oliver, look at me and focus. Are you hurt? Do I need to get you out of here?”

she can travel anywhere in time, but she cannot go back.

back before everything fell apart so fast.  before she found herself standing in the hospital with a fake sister, watching ollie hauled off to prison, and hearing the word’s he’s gone. 

she can travel anywhere in time because she can always be on time for the memorial, no matter when she decides to show up. it’s not so much that her team kick her off the waverider or strand her in 2018, but they make it pretty clear that she has unfinished business and she needs to handle it. 

jerks. 

still, being technically dead and all, she avoids the media circus that is the funeral service for the mayor despite not-laurel’s best attempts to convince her. she’ll visit the grave on her own time, but tonight she’s having her own private memorial. 

daddy may not drink anymore, but she remembers what he liked -- the bottles she’d sneak in her teenage years. such a brat. who knew they’d end up like this?

The door finally opened, && Dinah let the men leave, before rushing inside, && locked herself in the office with the man who seemed busy signing some papers. He was giving her his back, but a grin covered her lips with a sigh of relief. && nostalgia took over the blonde. Her Ollie wasn’t alive anymore, but... he was perfectly well here apparently.     “ Ollie, you have no idea how glad I am to see you... ”      She crossed the room && went to hug the man, but stopped when realizing he wasn’t... Oliver Queen.     “ Wow...What’s the deal here. ” 

Diggle sits down in front of the man, grabbing for the phone. He had a feeling that Oliver wasn’t wanting visitors but he still felt he owned to his friend to see him. “ Thought I’d stop by and give you an update. How are you holding up, man?”