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scottpetersen · 2 years ago

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The Mayor’s Alliance With The Vigilante Fanfic One-Shot

Zan Owlson POV:

I looked at the newspaper on my desk.

Its headline read:

“Darkwing Duck And His Teammates Save St. Canard!”

I’m grateful that he helped save St. Canard.

But I still can’t believe that I asked one person to do what an entire police force, the army and Gizmo Duck couldn’t.

I knew it was the only option left at that point since the SCPD, the government and Gizmo Duck were already overwhelmed. And since Mr. McDuck didn’t step in to act like he usually did in situations like these back in Duckburg, it seemed safe to say that he was somehow taken out of the equation as well. Also, this Darkwing Duck seemed surprisingly skilled judging by that act of heroism that earned him the key to St. Canard. And it seemed like he knew those supervillains’ weaknesses since he was clearly a Darkwing Duck comic fanboy. I was never a superhero person but I still knew that those supervillains were members of Darkwing Duck’s Rogues Gallery. And thankfully, this Darkwing Duck was actually able to help handle the situation.

But still! Asking just one person to help in that situation was risky at best and downright unethical at worst!

Ugh. How did times get this desperate? And crazy?

While I was still a student at the Mouseton School of Business, I was preparing to become a businesswoman in order to help people. And since I founded the Global Charity Change For Chicks, I also knew I was going to be a help to society.

But what I didn’t know was just what type of obstacles I was going to face along the way.

I became the acting CEO of Glomgold Industries. I heard the head of that company, Mr. Glomgold, went missing after the “Shadow Invasion” 4 months earlier. I wasn’t in Duckburg at the time since I only moved there a month after it happened. After hearing about it, I knew that Duckburg was probably a pretty outlandish place to be in. But I also saw an opportunity to change a company that was formerly run by a revenge-seeking man-child for the better.

And after becoming the acting CEO of Glomgold Industries, things were going well…at first.

Then, Mr. Glomgold came back. He was extremely difficult to work with. I constantly tried to get him to cooperate and to at least try to think rationally. But he was just too infuriatingly childish.

Also, when Mr. McDuck’s great nephew Louie, a literal child, became in charge of McDuck Enterprises after it was merged with Glomgold Industries, all he did was use his money to get more and more. And his poor leadership finally pushed me past my breaking point when we were attacked by that monster.

And all that craziness does not even compare to the alien invasion that happened shortly after I quit to become my own billionaire!

After I finally decided to quit and become my own billionaire, one that’s even bigger than Scrooge McDuck, I quickly learned that becoming a billionaire, especially one as big as Mr. McDuck is not easy even for a professional businesswoman like me. I knew I would still be able to become one myself one day. But that would still take time. Maybe several decades. So, if I was going to help people, I was going to have to do something else in the meantime.

So, I resorted to politics. Given my experience as a businesswoman and what I learned about running a company, I knew that I would be able to pull off becoming a mayor.

And when I learned about St. Canard’s crime rate, I figured that city was a place that needed my help.

After I became mayor of St. Canard, I was able to reduce the city’s crime rate to 0%.

Then, those supervillains showed up. And they were too much for me, the police, Gizmo Duck and even the government to handle.

And I knew we had no choice but to ask Darkwing Duck to save us.

Speaking of Darkwing Duck, I’m starting to realize that everyone in St. Canard may need his help more in the future if more supervillains start showing up. And considering all my crazy past experiences in Duckburg, that does seem likely.

So, I asked him to meet me here to discuss this urgent topic.

According to the time, he should be here any minute n-

Suddenly, a large amount of blue smoke appeared in my office.

“I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the sanitizing wipe on the dirty stain of evil. I am…Darkwing Duck.” Darkwing Duck said with a dramatic tone as he appeared in my office.

I rolled my eyes. Must he be this dramatic even at what is supposed to be a formal discussion?

I brushed it aside because we have more important matters to go over than his theatrics.

“Good evening, Darkwing Duck.” I said.

“So, what did you want to see me about?” Darkwing Duck asked curiously as he sat down on the other side from me.

“Well, as you probably already know, those supervillains you stopped did an immense amount of damage to St. Canard during their rampage.” I told him.

Darkwing Duck gulped.

“Y-Yeah. I’m really sorry me and my friends couldn’t stop them sooner.” he said nervously.

“It’s alright. I know it was most likely extremely difficult to handle them.” I said feeling that he doesn’t need to apologize. “I called you here because given everything that’s happened recently, I’m starting to think that more supervillains might start showing up.”

“So, you want me to stop them.” Darkwing Duck said striking a pose making me roll my eyes.

“Yes but we also have to consider the damage they do and more importantly, the people they hurt.” I said. “I know you’re probably already aware that helping the innocent is just as important as punishing the criminals. I’m pretty sure that’s how superheroes like to phrase it. But we’re gonna need a plan to make sure we’re able to do that.”

Darkwing Duck stopped posing and nodded with a more solemn attitude. Seems like Darkwing Duck knows that what I have to say is serious.

“So, what do you have in mind?” Darkwing Duck asked sitting back down.

“What I’m proposing is that any time a supervillain is on a rampage in St. Canard, while you engage them, the St. Canard Police Department’s job will be to evacuate everyone in the area.” I explained. “So, before you engage the supervillain, make sure to call the St. Canard Police Department to get everyone out of there. And it should also make it easier for you to focus on the villain without having to worry about innocent people getting hurt. Also, if you need any further assistance, me and the St. Canard Police Department will be ready to help you at any time. I’ll also be be sure to inform you of any and all available details of a given situation and all available information about what powers a given supervillain seems to have in order to make sure you’re not caught off-guard. After all, helping this city shouldn’t be up to only one person.”

“That’s a great plan, Mayor Owlson.” Darkwing Duck replied smiling cheerfully.

“Thank you.” I said. This seems to be working quite well.

Darkwing Duck stood up and looked like he was about to leave.

But before he did, Darkwing Duck turned back to me and said, “So, if I’m the terror that flaps in the night, then I guess that makes you the hope that flutters in the day.”

“If that’s the analogy that suits you, then yes, I suppose so.” I replied. “I look forward to working with you to make this city a better place.”

We shook hands.

Darkwing Duck then jumped out the window.

Under most circumstances, I wouldn’t approve of vigilantes.

But things are slowly getting more dangerous out there and St. Canard is going to need all the help it can get.

And hopefully, with Darkwing Duck’s help, St. Canard will be able to face that danger.

So, if I’m remembering another one of Darkwing Duck’s catchphrase correctly, let’s get dangerous.

Notes: Ok. I got inspired to make this fanfic after I heard there’s a Darkwing Duck comic featuring Zan Owlson. I also heard an idea online about Zan Owlson being the Jim Gordon to Darkwing Duck’s Batman. And I really liked that idea. Also, thanks for reading.

#fanfics #disney #ducktales #ducktales (2017)#zan owlson #darkwing duck #post-let’s get dangerous

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eclipses-relationship-adventure · 1 year ago

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Sorry I keep disappearing!!! I am having a lot of depressive episodes, I don't want to promise I'll post more, but I'll try my best to be here again ^^ *ahem* anyways! So, I am hoping I can ask here and find people who can answer my question do any of you have any resources on HPD? I am, starting to wonder I might have HPD instead of BPD (or possibly just having both, I don't know), but I can barely find anything about it what about some resources on SzPD and AvPD? A person I really love has those PDs and I want to support them a lot! please reblog so more people can see this and possibly someone can educate me, thank you!!! :]

#bpd safe #hpd safe #szpd safe #scpd safe #avpd safe #cluster b safe #cluster a safe

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ymnfilter · 4 years ago

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so, hear me out, yeah?

Oliver gets out of Slabside prison after months and months of getting taunted, beat up, having to worry about his family because honestly, ARGUS and the FBI? bloody useless. By the time he gets out, he's like done. And so is Felicity. Cause Diaz is as off the board as he's going to get, and honestly, she'll take it.

But, Oliver's still out as the green arrow, and just because Diaz is in prison doesn't mean they're safe for the rest of their lives and if Oliver isn't guaranteed safety that his mask gave him, and if the SCPD is going to be as incompetent as they've always been, Oliver and Felicity decide that they just- don't want to do it anymore.

Star City has other vigilantes to take care of it. Other vigilantes who haven't had their identities outed. They'll keep the city safe. So, what do they do?

They take William. And they move to London.

Of course, they can't just move to another country and hope nobody follows. So, they have to fake their deaths. And get aliases. And make sure to remain, for the most part, out of the spotlight.

But really, honestly,

it works.

But then, it's the same thing as Ivy Town again. Felicity has ARCHER now. The greatest security system to ever grace the earth, and Oliver loves taking care of his family, but there's a purpose missing. Something in him that made him crave that hood when he was in Starling. That instinctual feeling of wanting to do good.

He's not going to be a vigilante again. But, Oliver quickly learns that he can't work under someone either. (Felicity calls it having a strong personality and leadership skills. Oliver knows he's just to pigheaded to follow orders)

So, what does Oliver Queen do?

*drum rolls* Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you *drum rolls*

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR OLIVER QUEEN

Yes.

Yes, Oliver Queen, P.I.

(now, honestly speaking, the only reason this plot bunny even exists is because I'm currently watching Elementary and these gifs from S01E03: The Lone Gunman have stolen a piece of my soul)

i mean, the green arrow beating up people in his leather costume? that's hot. But, Oliver Queen doing parkour in jeans and Henley while he solves crimes?

That's hot.

also, this:

"So, you're like... a P.I?"

"Yes."

"And your wife? She works with... security?"

"That's correct."

"So, your wife helps people hide things and you-"

"Do the exact opposite. Yes."

#olicity #arrow #oliver queen #felicity smoak #oliver queen x felicity smoak #pi oliver queen

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veryrealimagination · 4 years ago

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Self-Sacrifice/Human Shield

Oh, I also have a story idea going for what Green Arrow and the Canaries could have been. I created a detective boyfriend for William (and then imagined the actor's real life husband because I watched the Christmas Setup and they were so great, well, adorable, but I don't think I should say that aloud).

Trigger Warnings - hostage situation, villain gets injured

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“Take me!”

William stared at the man that had burst into his office with a gun pointed straight at his assistant. Said assistant looked over in disbelief. As if this person would take her boss. The gunman agreed with her, “Better a girl than some rich guy.” She squawked when the guy grabbed her, hauling her up.

He was terrified, knowing that the man had a preference for women and would violate his assistant before killing her. There was no way he was going to allow that to happen. “Take me,” he argued, “Detective Ferron’s the one investigating your case. He won’t shoot you if I’m your hostage.”

The man stared at the older man in confusion, until something clicked. “You’re the boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yes, and if you leave my assistant here completely unharmed, I will come with you to ensure you also get out unharmed,” William reasoned. That’s a good way to keep people safe, right? Except for himself, but he also had a panic button, five, six people reasonably willing to kill to keep him safe, and he’s pretty sure the SCPD love him after giving them upgrades after his kidnapping. And making Tracy happy.

The man reacted to something in the hall. Voices, several of them shouting, spurned him into shutting the door and shoving a chair underneath the handle. The man turned around when security came rushing down. “You’ve got a way to make the glass frosted?” William nodded. “Do it.” He tapped out a command and the entire office was blocked off from the inside. Without the ability to see any of them, they wouldn’t risk shooting to take him down.

There was only one set of cuffs on him, and he had planned it on his next victim. The problem being that he had two people that he needed to control. One of them he needed to stay down. Scanning the office, he found nothing of use to tie them up. Typical, as Smoak Tech moved toward complete wireless, there would be nothing to use on victims. He wondered if that was because of the Huntress attack when she started working with the Green Arrow in his early days.

Then he saw the man was wearing a belt. Good. Part of his problem solved. He needed to get out of the room without going by security. “Do you have a second way out of this office?” he asked. William nodded. “Open it up, then.” Keeping an eye on the gun, he went over to a set in bookcase and pulled four books in order, letting a section slide out quickly. “Ooo, fancy,” he mocked, turning to the assistant and pointing at her bosses chair, “Now, sit there.”

She stared over at her boss. There was ‘No sitting in my chair’ after she got food all over it. Greasy food, which was hard to get out of leather and her clothing. “It’s fine,” he said. Not reassured, she sat gingerly down.

“Good, now, use your belt to tie her to one of the arms.”

It required a bit of nudging for William to take off his belt and follow the direction of the other man to secure his assistant. After he was done, his own arms were secured behind him, the set of zipcuffs cutting into his wrists as he was dragged out.

The second way out was an elevator that went down to a locked off section of the parking garage. His sister used it to get up to his office, he used it to avoid CEO things on long days. He’s pretty sure the Canaries have used it to hide from some of the thugs they’ve been trying to take down, and JJ has snuck in once to talk to him.

“William!”

He forgot Tracy knew about the entrance.

Spun around, the gun went directly to his head, no space between the two. The other kept him from calling out by covering his mouth. Tracy had his weapon out, but pointed down to the ground. “Stay back, Detective,” the man warned. William had to force himself to stay calm. He planned on this, even if it meant forcing Tracy’s hand in this situation.

“You’re going to have to give up. Once they find the other exit-”

“I will be long gone with your boyfriend, to ensure my safety,” he said. Okay, William was not thinking far enough ahead for that. He thought he was just going to be left behind in the garage after giving up his ride. Where is it? Where is it?

“SCPD will be on your tail within five minutes,” Tracy said, focusing on the man and not his slightly terrified boyfriend. He then felt the thrum of a flechette. Knowing what his boyfriend had planned, he focused on the tiny projectile, putting the gun away. Floating it, he figured the best thing would be an arm. Maybe the one holding the gun?

The man screamed as something dug into his shoulder. With the gun out of the way, William took out a knee and threw himself on the ground. Tracy immediately tackled the man and had him on his stomach before cuffing his arms. Two officers came through the elevator just as he was getting up. “Suspect is secure,” he announced, taking out a knife to cut through the zip ties. “William?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he muttered, grabbing his arms and sticking his face in Tracy’s neck. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like doing that.” He sighed, helping his boyfriend up and holding him for a minute. “He was going to take Lira and I saw the news articles on what he did to his victims-”

“William,” he stopped, taking his boyfriend’s face in his hands, “Apology accepted.” He also accepted the grateful kiss…

Until his partner cleared her throat. “You’re still on duty, Ferron,” she mocked, “You can make out with your boyfriend later. We gotta get this guy to an ER to get his shoulder fixed.” Waiting, the two let go of each other, Tracy following his partner while William got a Very Important Phone Call from Mia.

#12 days of whumpmas #human shield #self sacrifice #arrow #william clayton #tracy ferron #my detective oc #who is also a meta human #just before midnight here #seriously #my read more isnt working on my phone app #this is why i mainly work on the computer #amow twelve days of whumpmas #i got the wrong tag #and this is why i like the computer more

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draw-back-your-bow · 5 years ago

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In Through The Window, Out Through The Door | Team Arrow

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Pairing: (Platonic) Team Arrow x reader

A/N: I hope you all enjoy :)

Summary: You come home from work one day only to find hooded guests on your balcony. So like any normal person, you take them in.

Warnings: Doesn't take place in any particular season of Arrow, unconsciousness, arrows and guns being pointed at you

Word Count: ~1.6k

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You were coming home from work that day, like everyday. However, unlike everyday, the police were storming the streets in search of the Green Arrow.

You rolled your eyes at the notion of the SCPD catching the hooded hero because they were after the one group of people who protected the city better than they did.

Not that they even protected the city well to begin with.

Of course, you didn’t support the previous murders committed by the team’s leader. But a year later, he started doing things differently. Ever since then, he and his team had made a huge difference in the city.

You unlocked the door of your apartment and set down your purse before kicking off your shoes.

Walking over to your room, you signed in relief as you stripped off the horrible stockings that were required to make your dress acceptable for work.

Walking back out into the living room, you furrowed your eyebrows before taking a closer look at what you confirmed to be four people lying on your balcony.

Mouth still agape at their motionless form, you silently wondered how you didn’t notice three vigilantes and a blonde outside your window.

You stared blankly at the hero’s for a moment before figuring that they were probably unconscious. You cautiously made your way out onto the balcony. And just to be safe, you nudged the red-hooded one with your foot.

When he didn't respond to your bump, you simultaneously exhaled and tensed at the state they were in. On the plus side, they couldn't hurt you. A minus, they may be dead.

You glanced over their bodies and didn't see any visible blemishes on the skin not covered by leather. The thick fabric worn by three of them made it difficult to see the slight rise and fall of their chests, but it was there.

You had no idea why you felt the urge to help them. Possibly for self preservation, because the police would eventually spot the very noticeable fugitives on your balcony, and that would land you in big trouble.

Or, you wanted to do a good thing by saving the people that saved your city.

It was quite possibly both things that led you to acting as you did.

You originally thought your gym membership was pointless, mostly because your job didn’t require you to be in peak physical condition or anything close. But now, you were grateful as you carefully dragged the deadweights inside.

Once in your living room, you draped your unexpected guests across various pieces of furniture that you hoped would provide them some comfort.

During the process, you made sure that you didn't remove their hoods because you’re sure that it would probably make them very angry, possibly violent.

Now with all the vigilante's safely inside, the only thing left to do was wait for them to wake up. So in the meantime, you started on dinner.

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At least a quarter hour later, you new friends were still knocked out cold, and you were adding the sauce to your spaghetti.

You heard shuffling coming from behind, but at the moment you were preoccupied with something more important, food.

"Who are you?" I heard a distorted voice demand.

Yelping at the sudden noise, some tomato sauce splashed onto your hand and you hissed at its heat. Quickly wiping off your spill, you turned around, only to be met with two arrows and a gun aimed at your face.

You’ll have to admit, you probably should have thought more about what to tell them when they woke up. But now, you suppose you’d have to wing it.

You held your hands up in surrender, and to non-verbally tell them that you meant no harm.

The vigilante wielding a gun tilted his helmet-clad head at you before aiming his weapon down towards the floor. He muttered your name underneath his breath in recognition and you snapped your head towards him.

“How do you know my name?”

You definitely didn't know his, at least you didn’t think you did. But since he put his gun down, you weren't as unsettled as you would have been.

Decided not to answer your question, he instructed his friends, "Put your bows down."

The one in a red-hood lowered his bow. But the green one was more hesitant to do so. You gave them all a nervous smile and the blonde lady came out from behind them.

You turned back to plate the spaghetti. It somehow slipped your mind on how confusing the situation must have been to them.

"So you didn't take off our hoods and his helmet?" one of them concluded.

Based on his voice, although robotic, you could tell that he was younger than the one in the helmet.

You shook your head, "I figured you wouldn't want me to."

Although that was only the half-truth. It was partially that, and you didn't want to end up with an arrow in you.

The blonde lady who was dressed confusingly normal considering who she worked with spoke up, "So what happened exactly?"

You thought about the events that had played out since you got home, still trying to make sense of it yourself.

"Well, I came home from work and found you all passed out on my balcony. I knew practically the whole city was looking for you, so I brought you inside before they noticed," you answered simply.

You walked over to the dining table and set down your plate. The Green Arrow looked at you, probably still trying to determine whether or not you were a threat.

Hopefully, he realized that you were harmless, or else you would have a bigger problem than the police.

"Why did you help us?" he questioned, less defensive than before.

This made you pause. You had no idea why you helped them.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times before answering, "I- I don’t know. I guess I just did what I thought was right. You’ve been avoiding the police for so long, it wouldn’t be fair for them to catch you now."

The blonde hummed in appreciation while the other two looked at their 'leader'.

"We should go," the emerald archer announced.

Your lips subconsciously morphed into a slight frown at his words. You knew that they would have to leave eventually, but you didn't want your newest adventure to end so soon.

"Yeah,” you begrudgingly agreed, “You probably should. Are you just going to, uh, plop off the balcony?"

You obviously didn’t know what you were talking about. But in your defense, you weren't skilled on methods of vigilante transportation.

Arsenal snorted, and you raised your eyebrow at the uncharacteristic display of emotion shown by the team member.

"Do you have any neighbors?" Spartan asked you.

You laughed when thinking of the grouchy old man who lived across the hallway, "Yeah, but they're not very charismatic. They won't question anything, though they might think it's weird that I actually have people in my apartment for once."

You rarely had people over. And by rarely, you mean never.

Walking over to the front door, you stepped out into the hallway, trying not to look too suspicious.

You would have simply poked your head out the door, but you knew from watching any spy movie ever, that it would accomplish the opposite effect from what you were going for.

Looking and listening for anyone, the floor was completely silent except for the faint sound of the television playing in someone’s apartment.

"It's safe," you told them, "Not many people should be in the lobby and there's an employee exit when you turn to the right. From there, go out and you'll see an ally to the left."

"You sound like you sneak out a lot," the blonde commented.

Judging by her heels, she didn’t look as if she usually went out in the field. Lucky her, the one time she did, she got knocked out.

"I'm not much of a vigilante, but there is an old man who hates me."

Apparently getting bored of you and the blonde’s banter, the Green Arrow started walking towards the door, "We're leaving."

When seeing your frown at his poor manners, he nodded at you before adding, "Thank you."

Your face lit up at his appreciation and it took all of your willpower not to grin wildly.

The hooded vigilantes and their girl Friday left out the doorway while you waved them goodbye. Quietly shutting your door, you attempted to bite back your smile before giving up and allowing the beam to spread across your face.

Jumping across your apartment, you were sure that the adrenaline would soon wear off and you would freak out at having invited crime fighting hero's into your apartment.

But until then, you allowed yourself to dream about similar situations that may happen.

You hoped to see them again, though you knew it was unlikely that they would make the same mistake of passing out on a stranger’s balcony, twice. Even less of a chance that it be the same stranger.

However, you didn't know it at the time, but you were diving into a world with heroes and villains without knowing how deep the water was.

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talatomaz · 5 years ago

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present tense | dinah drake x fem!reader

a/n: this takes place during 8x04 where ta & fta meet. this is shit, i know but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head. i practically used the same intro from my other fic for this one, don’t @ me but i just had no other way to start it. this also has references to dinahsiren in honour of dinahsiren week

warnings: mentions of blood

word count: 3.6k

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“Can we stop with the sob fest and get back to what we came here to do?”

You joked, interrupting Mia and Zoe as they reconciled over the argument they had earlier.

Just before Zoe could respond with a witty remark, the three of you became distracted when JJ arrived and proceeded to stab Mia in the neck.

Then, before you could even make a sound, he drove a sword through Zoe’s back. You screamed your canary cry, making him stumble back before you ran towards Zoe who had now crumbled to the ground, blood seeping from her body.

Holding back your tears, you gathered her into your arms and put pressure on the wound.

You barely took any notice as Connor went hand-to-hand with his brother, instead, you and Mia were holding Zoe.

As the three of you were huddled together, you felt a flash of bright lights surround you and with a blink of an eye, you were back in the bunker. Except this time, it looked...cleaner and technologically old.

You found yourself standing beside Mia, William and Connor; with you and Mia coated in Zoe’s blood and Mia’s neck still bleeding.

“Dad?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Mia then looked ahead where four adults stood in front of you. Your eyes widened as you recognised who they were. Oliver Queen, John Diggle, Rene Ramirez and...Dinah Drake, your mother.

All of you stood there, as if your shock had frozen you all in place. Time seem to begin again when William walked up to Oliver and hugged him in a tight embrace.

“Dad?”

“T-Those are my kids.” Oliver asked, tears falling down his face as he looked between William and Mia.

Then you watched Connor’s interaction with John and then everyone looked over at you.

“Hi...Mum.”

Everyone stared at Dinah as her mouth dropped.

“M-Mum? I-I don’t. I’ve not got a daughter.”

“Because you haven’t yet.” William stated and you glanced back at him in question.

“I think we’re in the past.”

Mia and Connor had a look of disbelief on their face whilst you agreed with William. You were one of the few people in the future to have ever experienced time travel; your Aunt Sara having taken you on a few missions on the waverider.

“He’s right. This place is new and our parents. Look at them. No gray hair, no wrinkles. What year is this?”

You asked, looking back at the group of parents.

“2019. What year is it supposed to be?”

Oliver asked when you and the rest of your friends let out a gasp.

“2040.” You answered.

“Okay, guys, we need to talk.” Oliver said, going into leader mode as he walked to a corner of the bunker, the rest of the parents following.

You and FTA followed suit and found an empty corner beside some weapons.

“How the Hell did this happen and why do you seem so okay with this?” Mia asked.

You were currently stitching her wound, as the bleeding had steadied, when you pulled on the last thread harshly as you answered.

“Because I’ve time travelled before. My Aunt Sara let me go on some missions with her when I was growing up. I got to see different time periods and she got to teach me how to fight. Win-Win situation.” You answered coldly.

Now that everything had relatively calmed down, you allowed yourself to run over the events that had just passed and suffice it to say, you were pissed at Mia because Zoe wouldn’t have been there in the first place had it not been for Mia’s stubbornness.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Mia.” You replied coldly, closing the first aid box.

Connor then interrupted and explained how he was unsuccessful in killing JJ due to the fact that you guys had ended up here the moment he was about to kill him.

Mia then began to allude to killing a young JJ to prevent his reign of terror in the future before you, Connor and William disregarded her plan.

“We can’t tell our parents about the future or what just happened.” Mia stated, tenderly touching the bandage that now covered her wound. “Thank you, y/n.”

You merely nodded your head and listened as William began to argue.

“As much as I hate to say it, I agree with Mia. How are we meant to tell Rene his daughter is dead and John’s son is the one who did it? We can’t, William. It will have repercussions that we cannot control.”

You all then looked over as Oliver cleared his throat to get your attention. He, your Mum, John and Rene were stood in the centre of the bunker, quietly watching how the four of you were arguing.

“How about we all get some rest? We’ve all had quite a big shock tonight.” Dinah said to everytime, but maintained eye contact with you.

Since having revealed that you were her daughter from the future, she, understandably so, hadn’t said a word to you. But it still hurt.

“We have nowhere to stay. If you want, we could stay here?” You asked before your Mum interrupted you.

“No, that’s silly. You can come stay with me.”

***

“Home sweet home.”

Dinah said, closing the door behind her as she dumped her keys on the table.

“Where’s Laurel?”

“Oh, she wanted to be alone because she’s still grieving.” Dinah answered, confused as to why you were wondering why she wasn’t here.

“I’m sorry. Will she be okay?”

“I hope so. She knows she has us all, so there’s something at least. How about you? Are you okay? Are we okay? In the future, I mean.”

Dinah asked as you both sat on the sofa. Now that you were alone, for the first time ever, you found yourself in an awkward environment with your mother. Conversation usually came so easy to you two but finding out you have a daughter when you’ve not even been born yet kind of throws a wrench into that.

“Yeah, we’re good. We’re more than good. You’re the best part of my life, Mum. Dinah. I’m sorry. This is awkward and I don’t know how to handle this.”

“It’s okay. You can continue calling me Mum, if you want. I kinda like it.” She shrugged as she ran her hand over your arm in comfort.

The gentle embrace had you tearing up, as you hadn’t fully processed Zoe’s death and you knew you couldn’t even mention it to your Mum in fear of the rest finding out.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“God, I’m just so exhausted, Mum. Like so exhausted.”

“What do you mean? I thought the future was a good place?”

“I-It is. I’m just so tired. My personal life is kind of a mess back home.” You said, lying through your teeth.

“Oh honey, it’s okay.”

Your Mum said soothingly, not even hesitating before wrapping her arms around you in a motherly embrace. You relaxed in her arms, and just like every time you hugged her, you felt your problems wash away and your mind ease, if only for a few moments.

***

“One of these days, I’m gonna slap Rene upside his head.”

You looked up at your Mum in question.

After your mini breakdown last night, you and your Mum had spent almost the entire night talking, just like you used to in your time. It made you feel better about this entire situation and you were grateful for your mother in any time period.

“What’d he do, Mum?”

“He just messaged me saying that William told him he becomes Mayor and now he’s acting as if he’s my boss.” She said, reading the text from her phone and rolling her eyes.

“I told William not to say anything about the future.” You added, rolling your eyes too.

“You really are your mother’s daughter.”

You and Dinah looked up to find John and Connor standing in front of you, grinning at you both.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was ‘bring your kid to work’ day.” Dinah said sarcastically making you smirk and fight to hide a laugh.

“Right back at you, Dinah. Connor thought he could help. He was an agent at an organization called Knightwatch.”

“It makes A.R.G.U.S. look like a kindergarten class. The Canaries are comparable, though.” He said, grinning once more at you as you rolled your eyes again.

“Canaries?” You glanced back at your mother and then widened your eyes at Connor. You guys weren’t doing a great job at not revealing things about the future.

“Haha, uh, he-forget it.” You waved your hand as if you were literally dismissing something real.

When Dinah and John raised their brows in question at each other, you smacked Connor‘s arm and scolded him.

“Ow, jeez, y/n.” He whispered and when your parents looked at you, the two of you suddenly smiled and pretended to act nonchalantly.

Dinah then changed the subject and showed you both something that was left at the crime scene of a bombing at Starling General. Connor then revealed the hidden message using a black light. You watched as he frowned and then excused himself to check his phone when it rang.

“This is Mia, I should probably go. Y/N?” He said, widening his eyes slightly to let you know he found out something he didn’t want your parents to know about.

“Yeah, I’ll come too. We’ll catch up later?”

“Yeah, of course. Be safe.” Your Mum said, kissing your cheek and quickly hugging you.

As you and Connor walked out SCPD and made your way to Oliver’s apartment, you started to speak.

“I’m sorry that you and John aren’t as close at the moment.”

Though you were glad that you and your mother were on good terms, you did feel bad that the rest of your team’s relationships with their parents had gotten off to a rocky start since you guys came back.

“It’s okay. It’s to be expected. I’m glad for you and your Mom. I know how close you two are. Time has no impact on that.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “so, what did you see?”

He then began to explain the phrase he saw and the relevance it had to JJ.

“Shit, what are we going to do?”

***

After having relayed the information Connor had told you to William and Mia, you were all divided on how to handle the situation. You and William wanted to tell your parents but Connor and Mia wanted to handle this themselves.

You found yourself starting to get even more annoyed at Mia’s stubbornness but relented when Mia said that they could avenge Zoe by going after JJ themselves.

You all then went to an abandoned building that would later become Galaxy One’s home base. You decided to split up, with Mia and Connor in one direction and you and William in another.

As you and William started to look through the empty space, you heard Mia and Connor yell, “JJ” and before you could run up to join them, you found yourself surrounded by a handful of Deathstrokes.

Just by looking at them, anger coursed through your body as the image of JJ ramming a sword through Zoe’s chest came to the forefront of your mind.

“This is gonna be fun. Don’t move, William.”

You ran straight for the Deathstroke soldiers and began fighting them. You narrowly missed the swipe of their swords and you ducked under one of their arms before putting your full force into your kick to one of their chests. They fell to the floor, the sword clattering down beside them. Quickly picking it up, you stabbed the soldier on the floor and got ready to fight the other two remaining.

Just as you were about to strike, they fell to the floor in front of you, revealing John and Rene with their guns raised. You all jumped when you heard an explosion and ran out the building to find Connor and Mia, now joined by Dinah, Laurel and Oliver.

“You guys have got some explaining to do.” Laurel said, coughing as the smoke filled the air.

***

After the explosion at Galaxy One, which was sure to have consequences, you all went back to the bunker where you were scolded by your parents.

You all explained the significance of the building and that the Deathstroke’s leader was Grant Wilson, Slade’s other son.

“So if you knew it was Grant, then why did you call him JJ?”

You all stilled at the mention of JJ and looked at each other as if mentally asking whether or not to reveal the truth.

“Connor, what’s going on?” John shouted causing you all to flinch.

Connor then explained that JJ was the Deathstroke during your time and that you all thought he had come back alongside you. William then revealed the true nature of Star City in the future and how it’s overrun with crime and corrupt cops and politicians.

Then when William began to refer to Zoe’s death, he was harshly quietened by Mia.

“No, Mia. They have a right to know.”

William continued to explain how JJ had killed Zoe causing Rene to storm out with John and Connor following him.

“Now look what happened. We shouldn’t have told them.” Mia said, shouting at the both of you.

“You know what, Mia? I’ve had enough of you. This is your fault. JJ may have killed Zoe but it would never have happened if you hadn’t been insistent in us going in the first place! She told you that it was a bad idea. We both did.” You started to raise your voice then willed yourself to calm down and speak with a steady tone.

“There’s a reason why we were left in charge. For God’s sake, Mia. You jump into situations without thinking it through. Learn something from your goddamn father, for once.”

You watched as the blonde opened her mouth then closed it, unable to think of a retort. You hoped that, this time, she’d finally take your words into consideration.

Just now realising that you and Mia were still in the bunker, surrounded by Dinah, Laurel, Oliver and William, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Realising that, William attempted to change the subject.

“Zoe was fighting to fix exactly what her dad helped cause. That's why she was a Canary like both of you.

“You guys had a whole network of them in the City.” You added, smiling.

“And that's what Connor was talking about earlier?” You nodded at your mother. “And yet, we still failed to save the city.”

“Mum, you and Laurel helped us try and make it a better place. You trained Zoe and I and countless other women. We saved so many people, all because of you both.”

“Thank you, honey. I’m gonna go check on Rene.” She sighed.

“C-Can I come with you?” You asked with uncertainty but relaxed when she nodded.

***

“Aunt Dinah! I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

You were currently outside Rene and Zoe’s apartment building in the Glades that looked a hell of a lot different than it did in the future. You watched your mother and Zoe hug when they pulled away and the latter looked you confused.

“Hi, I’m Zoe. Nice to meet you.” You shook her hand.

It was extremely weird and heartbreaking to see Zoe so young and happy.

For as long as you’d known her, she’d been so worried about the city and was later broken by Rene’s betrayal. The only time she was ever truly happy was when she was with you.

“I’m Tina. Dinah’s...cousin.” You lied, using the name your mother used when she went undercover.

Rene then ushered Zoe inside leaving you, Dinah and Rene alone. Rene expressed his fears of the numbered days with Zoe when Dinah offered some advice.

“Mum’s right. Just because she’s gone now doesn’t mean she will be. The future isn’t cemented. We can change it. It’s not all that hard to change honestly.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders.

“What? How do you know so much about time travel?”

“Aunt Sara used to take me on the waverider growing up. You and Laurel are great fighters but she wanted me to learn some League skills so she took me to Nanda Parbat where she, Nyssa and Talia taught me how to fight.”

You laughed when Rene and Dinah’s mouth dropped but was soon interrupted when your phone pinged with a message. It was Connor explaining that Mia had stormed out with Laurel and Grant had given a warning.

“We should get back, Mum. Rene, I’m sorry about Zoe. But I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure she’s alive. I can’t lose her again.”

***

After arriving back at the bunker and discussing the next steps, you watched Connor storm away and put on boxing gloves. You approached him just before he threw the first punch.

“What do you want, y/n?”

“I get that you’re angry. I am too.”

“Oh really? Your relationship with your Mum is fine. Mine with my dad is not.” He said snidely making you push him.

“For fuck’s sake, Connor. I’m pissed about Zoe. Your brother killed my best friend. I’m not just going to forget about that!” You whispered harshly, keeping your voice low to prevent your parents from hearing.

You then tied your hair up and discarded your top, leaving you in your sports bra.

“Come on, a moving target’s better.” You sighed, picking up two sets of bamboo sticks, throwing one to Connor.

The two of you began sparring, aware of your parents watching you both.

***

“I need 3 units at the docks and another 2 in Pennytown, okay?” Dinah ordered one of her officers.

After your sparring session, Curtis had explained that the drive that they had found had revealed that Grant was planning another siege. Everyone, with the exemption of you, Dinah and Rene, had left to take care of the bombs.

You then watched as another officer brought in a handcuffed male and sat him in a chair. You and your Mum looked in confusion when you saw the male place something under the chair.

Then all Hell broke loose. The individual put on a Deathstroke mask and began fighting officers. You and your Mum ran over to the chair when you were grabbed by the Deathstroke soldier.

You grabbed his arm and flipped yourself to get out of his grasp before ducking to miss one of his punches. He pulled a gun from one of the officers but before he could shoot anyone, you screamed your Canary Cry, effectively flinging him through a window where he slumped unconscious against a wall.

“BOMB!”

You ran back to your mother and kneeled on the ground beside her.

“Bomb squad’s not gonna get here in time.” Your mother said.

“I got this.”

You had been taught how to disable bombs from different people over the years. They were skills that definitely came in handy.

Removing the device from the chair, you gently placed it against the ground.

“It looks like an IED but there’s something different. The way it’s pulsating makes me think that it’s linked to an intervalometer meaning that there should be a transfer switch in the original device. Luckily if I disable this, it shouldn’t trigger anything. I just hope the intervalometer is with the rest of the team because Connor will be able to disable that.”

You started to inspect the device. You gently removed the plastic cap, revealing two wires. Pulling a switch knife out of your pocket, you grabbed the red wire and cut it, rendering the device harmless.

You sat back against your heels and let out a breath. When you looked up at Dinah, you saw a mixture of shock, surprise and pride on her face.

“God, you’re brilliant.” She said, hugging you close to her.

“Well, I am my Mother’s daughter.”

***

After defusing the bomb, Connor was able to do the same, leading to Grant’s capture and imprisonment in Blackgate. Everyone then went their separate ways to spend more time with their parents so you, Dinah and Laurel ended up going back to SCPD after getting some Big Belly Burger.

The three of you were laughing like you did back home and it made you smile as you thought back to some of your happier memories.

“That sounds gross, Laurel.”

“Just try it.”

Laurel pushed her milkshake towards you and Dinah so you both grabbed a fry and dipped it into the drink. Surprisingly, it tasted quite nice.

“Not bad, Laurel.” Your Mum said as they both smiled at each other.

Though you had revealed a lot about the future, there were a few things you had omitted from mentioning.

“So, here’s a question, y/n. Why do you call John, Rene and Oliver by their names but Sara by Aunt?” Laurel asked you, going full DA mode.

“Ummm, because she is?” You said, unable to think of a lie. “These fries are yum.” You said, swiftly changing the topic causing Dinah and Laurel to share a look.

“Okay, that was weird. I need to run a quick errand but I’ll be back in a bit to work out the logistics of the Canary network. See you, Dinah. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Mum.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. You covered your mouth with your hands, as if trying to will the words back in your mouth, but the damage was already done.

“I’m sorry, Mum?”

Your Mums looked at each other in shock and then at you.

“Oops.”

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Accidental Hostages

Part Eight

(Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six and Part Seven)

Gideon frowned as she looked around the small break out room trying to find her watch, sure she’d had it on the last time she was in here. They were due to leave for SCPD in less than an hour, so she had to find it.

Eobard Thawne had reportedly fled the country the moment Nora’s father had been rescued, meaning they were safe. Sara’s father was going to host a news conference, with the slight exaggeration ARGUS had taken them into custody for protection so their escape was their fault, and they hadn’t actually been fugitives. Gideon couldn’t explain how relieved she was that they were getting to go home, to go back to their lives although she knew their business was now gone.

“Gideon,” Rip said as he walked in as she was searching the couch again, “Is something wrong?”

She sighed, “I’ve lost my watch and I’m sure the last place I had it was in here.”

Rip gave her a smile before pulling the lost item from his pocket, “This watch?” he chuckled at her relieved look, “I found it earlier.”

Relief filled her and she smiled as he fastened it around her wrist for her, “Thank you,” Gideon caught his hand before he could pull it back, “For everything. You could have left us to fend for ourselves after I used the taser on you, which I really apologise for, but you didn’t.”

Rip held onto her hand for a moment before letting it fall, “Well once I knew your story, I couldn’t leave you and Nora. Even after the electric shock.”

“I am forever grateful we met you that day,” Gideon whispered, stepping closer to him, “You had to leave your son to help us and from the call I heard with him, I know how hard that was for you.”

He stared into her eyes, “He would never forgive me for turning my back on people who needed my help.”

Gideon smiled, “And we really needed your help.”

Without thought, Rip gently touched her cheek and Gideon leaned into him surprised when Rip pulled back just before they kissed.

Rip breathed, “I do care for you, but this isn’t a good idea.”

“Why?” she whispered.

Continuing to gently stroke her cheek, Rip explained, “Because the past few weeks have turned your world upside down and in these types of situations emotions get heightened. Relationships that start this way never really last.”

“Isn’t this how you met your wife?” Gideon asked as she stepped away.

Rip smiled slightly as he moved back and leaned against the nearest counter, “Actually Miranda and I met in this room, she was sitting on the couch dressed in leggings, a large t-shirt and bunny slippers while she ate cereal out of the box answering every question on the quiz show she was watching.”

Gideon chuckled.

“She offered me some of the cereal and told me not to talk until the show was finished,” Rip continued before shaking his head sadly.

I’m sorry,” Gideon said softly.

“Don’t be,” Rip whispered, “I loved Miranda and she would not want me to mourn her forever. You are amazing and I was building myself up to ask you to dinner before…”

“I knocked you out?” Gideon suggested amusement tinging her eyes.

He nodded, “But it’s not a good idea right now.”

“So, after all this we just say goodbye?” Gideon asked sadly.

Rip stared at her for a moment before shrugged, “Perhaps we could arrange to meet for coffee in six months? Give us some time for this to become a memory.”

Gideon closed the distance between them and touched her lips to his in a soft kiss, Rip wrapped his arm around her and holding her close deepening the kiss while her arms slid around his neck.

As they parted, Gideon breathed, “It’s a date.”

*********************************************

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at the house?” Nora asked her friend as they reached their apartment.

It had been a long few hours with the news conference before they were finally released to return back home. Nora’s father had his driver pick them up and silence had filled the car as the two women tried to assimilate the events of the past few weeks.

Gideon shook her head, “You know I’m not comfortable there, besides I want to sleep in my own bed.”

They both left the car and Nora walked Gideon to the front door.

“Well Ray sent in a cleaning crew for us,” Nora said with a smile, “So, the place will be neater than we’ve ever had it.”

Gideon laughed, “That was nice of him.”

A blush touched Nora’s cheeks, “He is nice.”

“And you’re staying in touch with him?” Gideon asked, as she found her keys.

Nora nodded shyly, “He asked me to dinner next week, so I have time to settle back into my life. What about you and Rip?”

“We have date in about six months,” Gideon rolled her eyes, “He feels the situation we met during was not a good idea to start anything.”

Nora frowned, “Really?”

She shrugged, “Part of me is frustrated but honestly, it’s actually quite sweet.” Shaking herself, Gideon quickly hugged Nora, “Go, take your father home. We can talk tomorrow.”

Stepping into the building, Gideon watched Nora slide back into the car before she headed upstairs to her home for the first time in so long. Looking around it was so nice to see the mishmash of items they’d bought for their place. As she looked down at the spot on the carpet where she had found the supposed murdered man, Gideon was relieved to see there was no sign of blood. Looking closer she realised the carpet had been replaced.

Shaking herself with a smile, Gideon was about to head to her bedroom so she could change into her pyjamas when she heard a noise. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, a cloth was pressed across her nose and mouth, slipping into unconsciousness she heard a familiar voice in her ear.

“My dear Gideon, I have missed you.”

Gideon woke slowly feeling sick. Shifting she felt the smooth silken sheets beneath her and began to panic, especially as her memory came back. Checking herself, Gideon was relieved she was still fully clothed in what she had been wearing.

“Awake finally,” an amused voice came from nearby.

Gideon sat up and found Eobard Thawne standing watching her, “Where am I?”

He gave her a smile, “Our honeymoon suite.”

“Not a chance in hell,” she snarled at him, looking around the room for a weapon of some kind.

Thawne laughed, “Oh, you will change your mind once you see just what a marriage to me will do for you.”

Sliding off the bed she glared at him, “The same as it did for Tess Morgan?”

His smile slipped off his face, before he replied, “I don’t want you to dwell on those lies but think of how wonderful our future will be together.”

Gideon glared at him.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked, motioning to the table just to her side, “There is some water for you.”

Glancing to her side, Gideon saw a large jug of water and two glasses.

“If you’re concerned by the water,” he walked to the table and poured himself a glass, taking a long drink, “See, it’s fine.”

She stared at him before stepped to the table and used her hand to cup water from the jug to take a quick drink.

“Gideon,” Thawne shook his head disappointed, “You have to have better manners. When we’re married this will not be any way for you to behave.”

Anger filled her, “You really are delusional. I’m not marrying you, there is nothing between us and I am leaving.”

Thawne threw his glass against the wall, “You are mine.”

“Actually,” a familiar voice said making them both turn to door where Rip stood, gun in hand, “I’m sure the lady said she’s leaving.”

Gideon wanted to cry in relief when she saw Rip, dressed all in black with his gun aimed squarely at Thawne.

“Agent Xavier,” Thawne drawled, annoyance in his voice, “It’s been years, I thought you must have finally annoyed someone enough to put a bullet through your brain.”

Rip smirked slightly, “I just had more important things to do with my time than care what you were up to.”

Gideon saw annoyance cover Thawne’s face at that, he needed to believe he was everyone’s number one priority.

“And yet here you are once more,” Thawne stated, suddenly producing a gun of his own and pointing it at Rip, “So, I can rid myself of you once and for all.”

Fear filled Gideon that Thawne would manage to kill Rip and she would be left alone with this psychopath. Grabbing the jug she tipped the water onto the floor so she could lift it, with a tight grip on the handle she swung it at Thawne’s head. He grunted when it smashed, turning the gun on her.

Gideon jumped at the gunshot and scrambled back when Thawne fell a perfect hole in his forehead. Rip moved over, checking the man’s pulse before he reached out and pulled Gideon to him.

“It’s okay,” he soothed as she felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Gideon nodded as she held onto him, “Thank you.”

*********************************************

Gideon sat in the small room she’d been escorted to by Rip, letting the medic check her over to ensure she hadn’t been hurt.

“How did you find me?” she asked once the medic left them alone.

Rip gave a slight sheepish smile, “Your watch.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t as convinced as the others that Thawne had left the country. I knew the information we’d been given told us otherwise, but I’d studied this man for years. I know his patterns,” Rip explained, “I persuaded Eve to let us keep an eye on you. I borrowed your watch and placed a small locator in it along with a monitor which would let us know if something happened. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you.”

“What if he found the tracker?” Gideon whispered.

“He wouldn’t,” Rip replied confidently, “My tech is good. And I know how to hide any signals he’d think to look for.”

Gideon hugged him, “Thank you. I was terrified, especially knowing what happened to Tess Morgan.”

“I promised I wouldn’t let him hurt you, although from the way you cracked him across the skull, I don’t think you even needed me,” Rip gently rubbed her back. He continued to hold her for a few moments before murmuring, “When you’re ready I’ll take you home.”

Pulling back, she sighed, “I don’t think I can go back to my apartment. It was bad enough the first time but after this, not ever.”

“I understand,” Rip soothed, “I’ll call Nora instead.”

Gideon nodded, “I suppose so. I’ve just never liked being in her father’s house, it always felt a bit like a museum.”

“There is another option,” Rip noted, “Argus has some properties in the city, I’m sure Eve can be persuaded to let you use one of the apartments for a few months until you find something more permanent. It’ll give you a place you can feel safe, considering the other tenants will be agents.”

Smiling Gideon hugged him once more.

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The apartment Argus was allowing her to use was extremely nice. It didn’t feel a bit like a show home, the way she expected it would instead it was comfortable and inviting.

“The team put all your things in the spare room,” Rip told her when he led her inside.

“Everything?” Gideon asked in surprise.

Rip shrugged, “Well all the furniture has been put in storage but yes, they are efficient. I’ve mentioned a few times they should open a side-business.”

Gideon chuckled before standing nervously.

“Try and get some sleep,” Rip told her, “It’s been a long day, a long few weeks for you I’m guessing.”

Hesitating Gideon caught his arm, “Would you stay with me for a while? I don’t want to be alone.”

Rip nodded, “Of course I will. How about I make us both some tea and you can relax?”

Smiling, Gideon nodded.

Settling on the couch, she drank her tea when Rip set it on front of her, he put the TV on and found a movie to play in the background. As she watched, Gideon felt her eyes drooping as everything caught up with her. Sighing softly, Gideon slipped asleep resting against Rip.

Rip sat after Gideon fell asleep until he was sure she was resting properly before he moved off the couch, he rested her to lie on the couch sliding a cushion beneath her head. Heading into the bedroom, he found a blanket and covered her making sure she was tucked in.

Rip found a pad of paper and a pen, quickly writing his number and telling her to call him if she needed to talk.

Dating wasn’t a good idea right now, but he could be a friendly ear. Ensuring everything was turned off, Rip left Gideon to sleep. It was time for him to go home.

By the time he reached his house, the sun was just coming up which meant Jonas was probably already wide awake. Opening the door quietly Rip smiled as he could hear Jonas in the kitchen negotiating his breakfast with his grandmother.

“How about I make pancakes?” Rip suggested stepping into the kitchen.

“Daddy!!!!” Jonas yelled, sliding off his seat and running to him.

Rip caught his son and lifted him into a tight hug, “Oh I missed you.”

“Did you help your friend?” Jonas asked.

Smiling Rip nodded, “I did.”

“And you don’t have to go away again?” Jonas looked at him big eyes.

Kissing his son’s forehead, Rip promised, “I am here to stay.”

#fic #ripfic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #nora darhk #eobard thawne #alternate universe

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