Oliver Queen & Sara Lance Canon Updates/Nazi Shit | Complete
He shouldn’t have been surprised. Sara had told him before the mission that she had gotten new memories and what they were. The fact that the very night they returned from the mission, he got them too shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was still painful though and not just in the physical way of the headaches that usually accompanied such things. No, this was a lot more serious than that and he knew that he needed to talk to Sara. She would be the only one who would truly understand what he was feeling and the morning after they got back, he asked her to meet him for breakfast before he went to work. He’d told Clarke the basic parts and promised to talk to her more in depth later that evening after he’d talked to Sara.
He’d asked her to come by his apartment and he’d made breakfast for the two of them. They’d eaten and were sitting on the couch drinking coffee before Oliver finally spoke up. “I got the memories,” he said. “Pretty sure they’re the same ones you got except from my point of view.”
It was a relief, knowing at least one other person in Atlantis shared some of the memories she’d gotten. Ollie hadn’t been there for everything she’d lived through, but for the latest adventure with Nazi’s from Earth X, they’d pretty much been side by side, in the thick of it together.
“So.. you shot yourself. That must be pretty trippy.” Maybe it wasn’t the best place to start the conversation, but really it was hard to know where to start and she had to admit she was impressed. He hadn’t even hesitated.
“Yeah I did and yes it was,” he said, shaking his head. “But I don’t feel bad about it. Even if it wasn’t our Earth, I couldn’t let him live, knowing that things would go on the way they were if he survived.” Oliver took a sip of coffee and looked over at Sara. “What about you? Seeing your father like that had to be hard. I know it was hard for me after having known him for so long but I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you. I thought seeing Tommy as a Nazi was hard but what you saw had to be a thousand times worse.”
“Oh, we’re going to need something a lot stronger than coffee if you want to have that conversation,” Sara said. Alternate universe or not, yeah, it had hurt like hell to face that version of her father. She knew her real dad didn’t feel that way, but that didn’t make it easy to deal with those vile words he’d spat at her.
“You still have that vodka Anatoly gave you?”
“Actually I do. Believe it or not, it seems that Atlantis likes to refill the bottle when it gets low. So let me get it.” Oliver went into his room and got the wooden chest from his closet. Taking the decanter of vodka and the two glasses out, he walked back into the living room and sat down. He poured them each a shot and handed the glass to Sara. “Here you go.”
“My hero.” Sara grinned as she raised her glass to clink against his before sucking her down. “Are we still doing that one shot at a time bullshit?” If Atlantis was magically refilling the bottle every time it ran low, that seemed like a good reason to finish off the damn bottle right now.
“No, we’re not. I guess Atlantis figured I’d need it so whatever controls this place had pity on me. I’m damn glad they did,” he took his own shot. “Were you there when I proposed to Felicity and she shot me down at Barry’s rehearsal dinner? I can’t remember who was there and who wasn’t. I’m really kind of surprised that I did that but apparently I did.”
“There was so much wrong with that,” Sara nodded, laughing a little even if it probably wasn’t funny from Oliver’s perspective. “I mean, you proposed in the middle of someone else’s rehearsal dinner, but her saying no.” She shook her head. “That had to hurt a lot.”
“Yeah it did but really, it was for the best. As much as I wanted to believe that we got each other, we really didn’t. It’s not that I don’t care about her and part of me will always love her but the last thing I remember was we were walking around in the park after Professor Stein’s funeral so who knows how it all turned out.” he looked at Sara closely for a minute. “I know I told you then but I’ll tell you again. I’m really sorry. He seemed like a fine man.”
Sara gave a quiet nod. “Thank you,” she said as she took another drink. She was grateful for the burn of the vodka against her throat and held out her glass for a refill. “He was a great man. I don’t remember much past the funeral, myself, but I know we’re going to miss him.”
Losing a teammate was never easy. It was one thing she knew Oliver understood perfectly.
Not wanting to dwell, she quickly clear her throat. “You and Clarke seem like a good fit, she said pointedly.”
If there was one thing that Oliver could always count on with Sara, it was the fact that she got to the point. “I think we are. She’s been through a lot and she’s tough. She’s also a very talented artist.” he reached for a small framed sketch which was sitting on a table beside the couch. “She drew this as a matter of fact. Clarke is full of surprises but I like that about her.” he smiled.
Sara let out a low, impressed whistle. “Very nice,” she agreed. She actually approved of Clarke as a match for her friend, if only because she was pretty sure Clarke wasn’t going to take any shit from him. Oliver was as damaged as she was and, yeah, he could be a real dumbass, but Sara knew he had a good heart. He deserved someone to understand both those sides of him, the light and the dark. “She seems like good people,” she added before giving him an impish grin. “Try not to fuck it up, huh?”
“I will do my best. We should all get together sometime, the four of us. Clarke’s got a really interesting story and I know you’d like her. Same goes for you. Emily’s great, keep her around, okay?”
“That’s the plan.” Sara grinned, nodding her head. “Dinner or something. Sure, why not? Us on a double date, what could possibly go wrong?”
“I can’t think of a single thing,” he deadpanned. “We never have any weird stuff happen. It’s not like we’ve ever shown up at a wedding and had Nazis invade it before. Who does that happen to? I mean it could have been one of us getting married which would have been worse for us but hopefully we took care of that so maybe we’ll just get space pirates or something.”
Sara laughed outright at that. “Space pirates would be cool,” she said. “We haven’t done that, yet. Sounds like a good adventure.” She was kidding, sort of. Maybe only partly. Pirates could be a good time. Definitely a hell of a lot more fun than nazis.
“You’re the one with a spaceship so if I ever get married, I expect you to deliver. Klingons at the very least if you can’t manage space pirates.” it felt good to be able to laugh with Sara, he missed spending time with her even though they lived in the same place. “We should get together more often. I know we’re busy but I missed you at home after went off to save the future from itself.”
“Hey, now, my spaceship isn’t here,” Sara said, laughing again as she shook her head. “Not sure I can actually deliver here in Atlantis. You might have to settle for some Carebears or something.”
Nodding her head, she easily agreed with his sentiments. “We really should do this more often.”
“As long as I’m not a Care Bear, I’m good. Although Clarke has been a bird twice now so who knows,” he grinned. “But yes we should. I’d like that.”