Chapter Sixteen: Explaining the Unexplainable.
Life before making that choice to get on the Gambit was so distant to Sara Lance; hell, it seemed like she was very little like the person she was before getting on the Gambit. Life had far more challenges. She never expected the trip to end like this.
Now, the person she joined on the trip in the Queen's Gambit ceased to exist, and Sara didn't have the slightest idea whatsoever why he ceased to exist. She hoped to find some answers, or help, Harry find answers. Sara walked over towards the bench by the lab table which Harry spread out all of the fragments he found laying amongst the ash. She sat down next to him.
"Okay, am I the only one who finds it odd that we're the only two people to remember Oliver exists?" Sara asked. "Because I find that strange."
"I'm sure there's an explanation for why, " Harry said. "I'm just not certain it's a very sane one."
Sara was afraid of that. She closed her eyes, and something flickered into her mind. An image of a girl with dirty blonde hair passed through her mind, and Sara was sneaking away on the Gambit with her. Her mind flickered for a second and had been replaced by the images she remembered. Everything just fogged over in her mind.
'Okay, that's weird,' Sara thought.
Sara did remember Oliver clearly, but there were other things flickering into her mind. Sara was at a loss to explain this, hell she didn't think anyone with a rational mind could explain what just happened. Harry was trying to make the most out of this explanation, but fighting an uphill battle.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Sara asked.
"I think we've already established it's weird," Harry said. "There's definite mystic energy on these mirror pieces and…"
Harry paused and looked at the edge of the mirror. He could have sworn he saw an exact duplicate of his teenage mother inside of the mirror fragment. The image flickered and died out the moment he leaned in to take a closer look.
"Alternate realities, of course," Harry said. "It would have to be an alternate reality. Nothing else really makes sense."
"Wait, are you saying Oliver got sent to an alternate reality?" Sara asked.
The entire idea seemed absolutely insane, but at the same time, it was completely sane to be perfectly honest. She was not a science-fiction person by any means, and hell, this didn't even seem to be science, it seemed to be pure magic.
"So, do you need any help?"
Sara almost jumped up and held the dagger out. She grabbed the form of the Bookworm who was standing in the door and held the dagger about three inches away from slicing into her throat. The Bookworm looked at her with a blinking eye. It was to be expected Sara was still a bit sore. It was only good she didn't sneak up on Rose.
"Okay, don't sneak up on you ever again," she said.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, without looking up from his work.
"Good, other than the dagger at my throat," the Bookworm said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. I owe him a life debt two times over, so he and anyone in his protection, they're completely safe."
"Sara, she's right, I saved her twice, I own her ass," Harry said.
"That's a charmingly eloquent way of putting it," the Bookworm said.
"So, you have your memories still?" Harry asked. She responded with a nod. "Well, that's one theory I was completely off the wall with."
"Hey, even the great and powerful dragon is entitled to be wrong on occasion," the Bookworm said. "Is that….?"
Those eyes locked onto the fragments which had been laid out on the table. Harry realized, she could potentially help them with this, given how she spent a lot of time in Ivo's ship and may have dealt with a lot of the inner workings of it. He pulled out a seat and invited her to sit down.
"It's a mirror box if that's what you're asking," Harry said.
"And it's broken," the Bookworm responded. She sighed when looking at it. "Please, tell me no one was around it when it broke."
"Well, Oliver was," Sara said. "You remember him, don't you?"
"I can't say the name rings a bell," the Bookworm said, looking apologetic, which was a very strange look on her these days. Funny, because she had a whole lot to apologize for.
"Oliver Queen, you're completely serious?" Sara asked. "You don't remember him. He helped you take us to the ship, so we can take it over. You spent a few weeks belittling him."
Bookworm tried as she might concentrate, but nothing came out.
"Sorry, I can't say I remember him," the Bookworm said. "I blackmailed one of the mercenaries on the island to help me get you two onto the ship, the others Harry re-animated through necromancy….brilliant by the way."
Harry snapped his fingers and caused the Bookworm to return back to a state of coherence.
"Still, I don't remember Oliver Queen, but the two of you, I assume you do," the Bookworm said. "Mirror Boxes are tricky…..considering they can tap into alternate realities. And there have been instances of one person being exchanged for an alternate counterpart."
"And there are infinite universes out there," Harry picked up. "There are universes where you're never born, where you were born later, earlier, and where you didn't make life decisions, like going on the Queen's Gambit."
"Are you seeing anything that is foreign to you?" the Bookworm asked.
"I see a girl in Oliver's place sometimes when I think back to the trip to the Queen's Gambit," Sara said. "But other times, I see Oliver."
"I can't really explain that," the Bookworm said. "If I had to guess, though, your memories will overwrite eventually, within a few days or weeks. I'm guessing for the others, like Rose, Shado, and Nyssa, the memory changes were more instantaneous, weren't they?"
"Yeah, they were," Sara agreed. "None of them knew who Oliver was."
"Oliver or no one by the last name of Queen has ever been on this ship," The Bookworm said. "I won't say it's impossible to bring him back to his native world, but it could have severe ramifications if you do so."
"Right, especially considering our method to bring him back is cracked," Harry said. "And even repairing it…it's going to be difficult."
Harry knew there were infinite universes out there. Hell, he couldn't figure out.
"So, Hermione, what are you going to do now?" Harry asked.
"I….really wish you wouldn't call me that name," the Bookworm responded. "It's a name my father picked out, and I've grown not to like it at all."
Harry could see this Hermione had some real issues with her father at the very least. Did the Hermione back on Harry's native Earth have similar problems? The relationship between Hermione and her family was something Harry didn't know about. There might have been some strain there, given a number of times Hermione spent the holidays away from her family. He didn't know, it really wasn't his place to pry.
"Okay, what do want me to call you, if not Hermione?" Harry asked. "Because calling you the Bookworm seems to be a bit…..I don't know…..it just feels weird. Feels like you should be a Bond villain with that name."
"I'd prefer if I was a Sherlock Holmes villain, really," Hermione dryly responded. "But, to answer your question, I kind of like the name Mia, to be perfectly honest. It's what my baby sister called me because she always butchered the name Hermione when she was little."
For the first time, in many years, a genuine smile appeared on her face, but there was also some pain, some regret, regarding the smile. Her sister would be, about fifteen, sixteen by now, give or take, and Hermione had been missing from her life for a long time.
So, this Hermione, or Mia rather, had a sister. Harry found this tidbit was very interesting. Harry didn't want to pry, but there were more than a few changes in the world.
"Well, Mia, where are you going to go, after this trip?" Harry asked.
"I've got a lot to atone for, and a couple of people to apologize to for what I've put them through," Mia said. "And, Sara, I'm sorry, I was kind of a bitch to you, and to everyone else. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive what I did, even though I never well."
"Well, no one's perfect," Sara said.
Mia sighed, she knew that, and she wished she understood nobody was perfect about twelve years ago. She might not have made the mistakes which left her on the AMAZO. But, now she made them, and she would have to live with them.
"I'll make you a list of all of the prisoners on the ship, and what they did to get here," Mia said. "And you can decide what to do with them...I doubt you want to lug them around where you're going."
She turned around and walked out of the room. Hermione Granger was long gone, the Bookworm had been a failed phase in her life which she wanted to bury. She hoped the third time would be the charm, with Mia Edwards. Mia after the childhood nickname her endearing younger sister, Hailey, gave to her, and Edwards, after her mother's maiden name.
Mia needed to bury the hatchet with Rose before they left, and hoped it didn't end with Rose burying the hatchet in her head. Then, it was time to look up her family. She was very unfair to her mother, who was just trying to hold their family together. Charlotte Edwards had the patience of a saint, even though her in-laws were overly critical of pretty much everything she did, and her husband, well, Mia hated to admit it, but her father was a drunk and a lowlife, and there were a couple of times where Mia came home and saw another woman quickly leaving the house, not to get caught.
On the Granger side of the family, most of them were awful, except for her cousins, Holly and Dawn, who were cool to her. Then there was her little sister, who Mia hoped would remember her.
'So much to do, so much to atone for.'
A dark skinned woman frowned when she went over a couple of pieces of interesting information. She always kept going back on the latest reports Edward Fyers sent her before all communication had been disconnected. Someone was on the island with him. The woman noticed about three botched attempts to send a message through, coming from the radio equipment on Lian Yu.
Then, six months ago, from the perspective of the people outside of the island, the attempts to communicate stopped, and left this one confused.
Her name was Amanda Miranda Waller. The dark-skinned woman was beautiful; with an elegant body stretched into a female business assemble. It was conservative, but one could not deny the woman's beautiful features, her silky dark hair, her dark eyes, a very elegant face, with a pair of long legs.
This Waller was named after her famous mother, who worked in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, as one of the most infamous figures in secret government operations. You mention "The Wall" to anyone in the government during that time, and they knew who you were talking about. Her mother was loud, brash, and large and in charge, thick as a wall and about as dangerous as running into one at a hundred miles an hour.
Now, this Amanda tried to live up to her famous mother, taking the government agency known as ARGUS and making it a powerhouse, safeguarding many of the world's secrets.
And with that great power, there came a great deal of constant vigilance, as Amanda's former mentor told her, back when she was a wet behind the ears, rookie field agent. Now, she was running the operations and adopted a no-nonsense approach to doing so.
Now, Waller was going through some reports and a couple of very odd sightings. One of them placed the rogue scientist, Anthony Ivo, close to Lian Yu on his ship the AMAZO. Waller had been hunting him for what seemed like an eternity. He always slipped away when they were close. She suspected HIVE's involvement, and the involvement of Damien Darhk, the fifth most dangerous man in the world, according to the official ARGUS chart.
Then there was the mysterious Queen's Gambit incident. Waller suspected there was some form of sabotage there, but there was no proof as very little of the wreckage had been found. The conspiracy of the elite within Starling City hadn't been entirely too much of a high priority, not with people like HIVE, the League of Assassins, and other groups running loose in the world.
And yet, a window of opportunity opened up, at least for Waller. One of her drones returned with confirmed proof there was something going on. Waller punched up the image and she would not believe it, unless, she saw it with her own two eyes.
"Interesting," Waller said. "Agent Tonks, Agent Granger, report to me at once."
Waller knew these two agents were talented, but they could be among the most free-spirited of the agents ARGUS had to offer. Still, the other agents were on assignments which were far more pressing than hunting down some shanghaied billionaire.
"You rang, Director?"
A dark haired woman with exotic violet eyes appeared in front of Waller. She dressed in the standard issue ARGUS body suit for the field agents, the tight black material stretched over her ample bust and hips as well. She could make her body into anything she wanted, and that made her talents rather sought after by ARGUS. It was a shame she tended to not have the maturity Waller would have liked most of the time, even though she couldn't discount the woman's skills.
"Yes, Agent Tonks, I did," Waller said. "I have your latest assignment…"
"Finally!" the ARGUS agent yelled, pumping her fist up in the air, and accidentally knocking Waller's coffee off of the table and causing it to crash onto the ground. "Oh, sorry about that."
Waller sighed, words failed her. Just like restraint apparently failed Tonks. The girl was lucky she was damn good when she actually got out on the field.
"Finally, some action, I'm sick of being put on the bench."
A tall woman dressed in the standard issue ARGUS attire stepped in and it flattered her just as much. She had crimson red locks which had been tied back into a ponytail and brown eyes which were locked in an intense glare like she wanted to punch something.
"With any luck, there will be no action, just a simple retrieval operation," Waller said. "Agent Granger, Agent Tonks, here's the target."
"Is that who I think it is?" Agent Tonks asked.
"It is, but you need to pick up and retrieve, do not engage anyone unless absolutely necessary," Waller said. "Do you understand? Not unless absolutely necessary."
Agent Granger sighed and looked rather frustrated. "You know, I didn't sign up with ARGUS to play a courier."
Regardless, Nymphadora Tonks and Holly Granger made their way out, having their assignment, and they knew exactly what to do to pick up.
Nyssa looked over all of the information she had, and there wasn't much. There was enough to know where Damien Darhk, or at least his agents were. She had to figure out how to get the ghosts to lead her to the man himself, so she could finish it once and for all.
Maybe then, the great Ra's al Ghul would consider Nyssa worthy of being considered his successor. It would be a long shot, considering the problems the two of them had in the past, due to a couple of differences in philosophy. Nyssa tried to do most of everything her father asked her in public while disagreeing with some of his ideas privately.
Regardless of Ra's approval, Nyssa understood the need to wipe out Damien Darhk. A cockroach struck Nyssa as a good comparison, always scurrying out of trouble, always avoiding certain doom. His luck would have to run out sooner or later, and Nyssa hoped her hand would play a large part about it.
"So, it's about time for us to go our separate ways."
Nyssa looked up from the little bit of information she grabbed. Shado stood in the doorway. The AMAZO wasn't exactly the most inviting place in the world, but it served his their means to get away from the island and hopefully return home.
"Perhaps," Nyssa said. "At one time, I thought death was going to be inevitable. But, he proved his ability to inspire."
"Yes, he is like that," Shado said. "He lives up to the legends."
"Yes, but legends can be disappointing," Nyssa said. "I don't know how to explain it. He has a certain flare to him. Women wish to be with him, and men tremble before him. And he's inspired me to go out there and take down Damien Darhk, this time for good."
Shado nodded at the intensity in her voice. She moved across the room and sat down on the floor. Her legs had been crossed. The final images of her father falling reflected in her mind. Shado would finally be heading home, being gone for a very long time from her perspective. The time she spent gone was even longer from the perspective of those who knew her outside of the island.
Peace would finally be delivered when she greeted her sister one more time. There was a sorrow, a heavy heart, she would be returning to news from her father's demise.
"He's not going to escape me," Nyssa said. "Not this time."
Shado smiled, she believed Nyssa believed every single last word which came out of her mouth.
"So, Sara and Harry…"
"They are working on that box which Deacon Blackfire destroyed," Nyssa said. "Do you think it's strange they remember this Oliver Queen?"
"Maybe," Shado said. "There are deceptions beyond what we know, and what we see. Oliver Queen may have existed up until a day before. He may still exist, but he's been blocked from both our senses and our memories."
Nyssa would have assumed, perhaps foolishly, that nothing could trick a well-trained mind. However, if Sara was the only one who seemed adamant about it, she might have passed it off as the stress of her time on Lian Yu creating false memories. Harry, on the other hand, he would have no reason to invent a fictional individual and claim he had been in their presence for several days.
"I don't know what to believe," Nyssa admitted. "All I can tell you what I remember."
"What you perceive you remember," Shado said.
Perception, it could be fooled. It was one of the first lessons her father learned. Nyssa thought about the validity of someone being erased from existence or being cloaked, hidden. Perhaps trapped between two ticks of a clock, doomed to see the world unfold, without any opportunity to interact.
The possibilities of what happened to Oliver were very infinite.
"Where's Rose?" Shado asked.
"She's currently resting," Nyssa said. "She's been through a lot. Someone so young should never have gone through an ordeal that horrific."
Yet, Nyssa remembered some of the more traumatic parts of her childhood. She learned to be a cold-hearted warrior, an assassin from birth.
Sara combed the records twice, three times in succession, and came to the same conclusion. Each prisoner of this ship, even those who were no longer on the ship, had been meticulously detailed to the letter. Mia, the Butcher, the Deacon, every single person was on the list. There was only one glaring omission from this list of prisoners though and Sara slammed her hands down in frustration when going over it.
No Oliver Queen, not even anyone with the last name of Queen. Sara didn't really know what to think. She sighed and rummaged through the cabinet, before finding a bottle of wine. She really needed a drink because of these conflicting memories.
Sara poured a glass of wine and suddenly a hand pressed on her shoulder. She slowly turned around to come eye to eye with the one and only Harry Potter. Harry stood a couple of inches behind her, a smile crossing his face.
"I really hope you were going to share that."
"Don't worry, I was," Sara said. "After all you've been through, you can use a drink."
Harry smiled, boy wasn't that ever the truth. He sat down and Sara fixed him a glass of wine. He took the wine and only felt a small buzz. Now he was away from the island, his magic strengthened a little bit more than it did. Harry figured he would wait a couple of weeks before he made a decision.
Still, Harry was curious what on the island was causing him problems. One way or another, Harry would figure it out.
"Oliver, he's out there somewhere," Sara said. "Where, though?"
"The universe is very infinite," Harry said. "He could be anywhere, he could be any time even."
"Well, factoring time travel in there does complicate things," Sara dryly said.
She took a long drink and tilted her head back, trying to figure out how to come across the next matter. Harry and her locked up with the mirror box.
"I've recovered most of it," Harry said. "One of the pieces are missing, though."
Sara downed the drink of wine she had. She had a funny feeling that missing piece was wherever Oliver had been sent. Which left them in quite the predicament, if Sara had to say so herself. There was no way for Oliver to use that solo piece to bring him home and there was no way to use the rest of the mirror.
"So, you can't use it, right?" Sara asked.
"Unfortunately, we can't," Harry said.
"I don't suppose we can't use another one," Sara said.
Harry looked at the young blonde with a look which showed how much he regretted breaking this particular news to her. Sara responded with a very obvious sigh.
"Okay, they're rare magical artifacts," Sara said. "I get that, but, can't you build one?"
"That's not exactly a class I took at school," Harry said. "It's possible, but it would take years to get the rune patterns right, and yes, that's even with magic."
Sara put a hand on the top of her head and lightly massaged her temples. The glass already had been drained, and the wine was pretty strong. She closed her eyes and saw a memory of Oliver. Then in her mind, there was a screech, along with like a needle scratching a record player.
Oliver had been replaced by the vision of a blonde woman. At least on the Gambit…all of her other memories with Oliver, showed nothing at all of him.
"Your memories are overwriting themselves," Harry said.
"I really don't understand," Sara said. "Why did my memories not get overwritten with Shado, Nyssa, and Rose? I can understand why yours didn't...I really need another drink."
Sara knew she shouldn't indulge this much in alcohol given her family history of Alcoholism, but she couldn't help doing so. The bottle of wine had been tipped over and emptied into her glass. Sara picked up the glass and drained it, drinking it down in one fell swoop. She looked towards Harry, who was looking at her.
"Sorry," Sara said.
"It's fine," Harry said. "I'm more used to the weirdness than I should me, so it really doesn't bother me as much as it should be."
"None of this would have happened if I would have known Laurel and Oliver were still dating," Sara said. "Granted, I thought I was getting back at her, but that would have been too far if I didn't know it was over. And now, my sister hates me, and Thea….well she might not know she had a brother, but if she ever finds out he got wiped out from reality because of me, she'll hate me as well, and….it's just all…"
Harry grabbed Sara lightly around the wrists and stopped her cold. Sara leaned closer towards him, her bright blue eyes locked onto Harry's burning green orbs. She smiled and the two of them edged as close as possible for a kiss with each other. Their lips met with each other.
Sara forgot there was something more potent than alcohol to wash away her troubles. Harry's kiss both had a sobering effect on her and a satisfying effect as well. His fingers lightly gripped the back of Sara's head and worked his tongue deeper into her.
The two kissed each other, with Sara draping one leg over Harry's and moving closer towards him. Harry slowly pulled away from her, leaving a strand of saliva leading from Sara's lips to his own.
"If we're going to find out what happened, we're going to need for you to have a clear head," Harry said. "And I'm going to help you get a clear head."
Sara smiled and nodded. She needed something to get her mind off of this, and they can focus on what was happening. Her memories tentatively eased into what she remembered up until a couple of days ago, with only the new, foreign memories lightly bubbling around the surface.
At least for now.
"Well, we wouldn't want to let Ivo's quarters go to waste," Sara said.
Harry smiled, Ivo would have no use for his nice, lavish quarters, where he was going. The two of them disappeared from one room and reappeared into the nothing with a light pop. Harry held onto the back of Sara's head and guided his mouth against hers, deepening the kiss.
Already, the moment both of them touched the ground, Sara held the underside of Harry's shirt and pulled it off. She lightly ran her hands down his scarred back and smiled when leaning closer towards Harry. She kissed him on the side of the neck and lightly kissed down his body. His abdomen had been peppered by kisses, and she reached down.
Sara decided to go for the one drink which could pick her up. She squeezed Harry through his pants before getting them off. There was a chance, she could have some time alone between herself and Harry, and given all of the girls hovering around, Sara wanted to take advantage of that time.
A quick flash of her hands later and Sara had Harry's cock out of his pants. She leaned in to wrap her warm lips around the base of it and started to suck him, suck him hard.
Harry rested his hand on the back of Sara's head and slowly allowed her mouth to come down onto his engorged prick. He felt the pleasure of her warm, and sensual mouth wrap around his tool. He groaned every time Sara came down.
She seemed to get better at blowing him with each passing time. Sara pulled back all of the way and slowly lavished every inch of his hard cock. She swirled her tongue around the base of his cock and licked his hard head. After passing over him, Sara worked her lips down on him and gave him a very sloppy, and very hot blowjob.
"You really know what you want," Harry groaned.
Sara smiled for a second and then went down all the way on his cock. Her hand cupped Harry's balls and squeezed them as hard as possible. She could feel an immense load of cum growing in his balls. Sara rose up from her position and pushed her warm lips around him again.
The intensity continued, with Harry holding the back of her head. Sara slurped his manhood as hard and fast as possible. She wanted to taste every last inch of him. She touched herself nose down onto his pelvic bone. A light choking sound echoed when Sara bathed his cock in saliva. The beautiful blonde vixen kept grabbing onto his thighs and sucking Harry into her mouth.
"No, not yet."
Sara pulled away from Harry and smiled. She was going to get all of the mileage possible out of this. Harry sat up on the bed, and pulled Sara's shirt off, and worked on her pants. Sara slowly lifted her hips up.
The smile spread over Sara's face when she crawled on top of Harry's lap. She wore nothing, other than her bra and panties. The lacy black bra contained her breasts very nicely, the black thong covered her thick, juicy ass. Harry squeezed it and started to kiss Sara down the jawline.
"I'm going to eat your pussy," Harry said. "And then, I'm going to fuck your brains out."
Sara ground herself down on Harry's intruding finger. One push inside Sara's panties made the girl rock up and down. She was getting horny. Harry now had her down on the bed and pressed his nude body on top of her partially clothed one.
Flesh burned underneath Harry's who leaned in and started to plant a huge variety of kisses on the side of Sara's neck. Sara closed her eyes, moaning lightly underneath Harry's touches. He kissed from her jaw, down to the collarbone, and then all the way down the stomach.
Every single inch of sweet, tantalizing flesh caused Harry to move down her body. He leaned close to do her belly button and kissed deeply and passionately. Harry started to rub her thighs and reached deep between them. His hands found her pussy and caused Sara to breathe.
Those strong fingers stroked Sara's gushing pussy. Magic flowed between them and Harry kept going down. His touch licked her belly button and made Sara shiver underneath him. His free hand grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed. The sensual blonde gasped underneath him.
"Please, eat my pussy," Sara begged him.
Harry intended to do just that, and he peppered Sara's firm thighs with kisses. He kissed her slit and sucked on it. Then, Harry's tongue slipped deep inside Sara's willing, wet, pussy.
"Damn!" Sara yelled.
All of those buttons which gave her pleasure had been touched at once. Harry squeezed Sara's ass and came down between her thighs, eating her out. Sara gushed underneath Harry when he brought her to an orgasm. His tongue swirled around.
Harry tasted the delicious juices trickling down Sara's legs. All he wanted to do was drip the juices trickling down her legs all day long, until pounding Sara senseless. Sara wrapped her legs around Harry's neck and encouraged him to bury his face deep into her.
Lust filled Sara's being. The handsome face of Harry Potter was buried between her thighs and eating her pussy. Sara moaned heavily. Roaming hands brought increased pleasure through Sara's body. He squeezed Sara's ass and pumped his tongue inside.
"It feels so good!" Sara moaned.
Harry thought she tasted really good as well. The warm lust oozing from Sara caused Harry to increase how deep his tongue went.
He was going to make Sara feel better than great. Sara rocked her hips up and came constantly. Harry drank up the sweet juices coming from her. Sara's juicy center tasted of the sweetest lemon. Harry pushed his tongue deep inside and drank all of the juices.
"Fuck!" Sara yelled. "I'm cumming again."
A loop of orgasms strung Sara. Every time Harry brought her to the edge with his tongue, Sara thought about how much greater it would be with his cock inside of her.
Harry continued to taste Sara for a couple of minutes and then, slowly pulled away from her. He left Sara collapsing back on the bed, a very light grin passing over the face of the woman.
"You know where this cock belongs, don't you?" Harry asked.
Sara shook her head. "Put it in my pussy, and fuck my brains out. You promised, and I know you always live up to your world."
Harry ground the long hard cock over Sara's body. Sara lifted her hips off of the bed to try and meet Harry. Harry grabbed her hips and slid his manhood down. Sara's warm lips parted and were this close to taking Harry's cock into her body.
Off went her bra, and Harry leaned in to squeeze Sara's chest. Sara closed her eyes and felt the rush going through her body the second Harry touched her. His hard cock touched Sara's slit and then hoisted up. Harry buried himself into Sara and caused their thighs to smack together from the force of his intrusion.
Pleasure burned through Sara's body the second Harry's cock entered her tight core. Only half of it entered her inside before Harry rose up off of the bed and pushed more of his cock inside of her. Every little rise and drop put a little bit more of his long thick cock inside of her.
Harry smiled and lightly rolled his finger down the side of Sara's leg. Sara tightened the grip around Harry. Each thrust brought almost three-quarters of the sorcerer's immense length inside of her. Their thighs slapped together with Harry rising almost all the way up and pushing himself into her.
The orgasm built up in Sara. She grabbed onto Harry and moaned. So much pleasure took her mind off of the insanity which happened. Harry rose up and drilled his hard cock inside of her tightening body. Sara squeezed Harry's hips together and pushed him inside of her.
"Harry!" Sara mewled in his ear. "Oh, this feels so good."
Harry positioned his hands underneath Sara and cupped her ass when rising up off of the bed. Twelve inches of hard cock slammed deep inside of her body and then pulled all the way out. Sara squeezed him when Harry pushed inside of her.
"Oh, Harry, oh yes!" Sara moaned at the top of her lungs. "Deeper!"
Sara pushed her nails into Harry's lower back. He rose up and crashed down into her body. His balls slapped down onto Sara's wet thighs. Sara grabbed onto Harry's back and pushed more of his lengthy cock inside of her. Sara rose up again and again, and Harry pushed inside of her again and again.
"Go ahead, cum for me again."
The nibbling of her ear caused Sara to become unhinged. His fingers clutched her back and squeezed her ass. Sara responded by squeezing Harry's waist with her legs. The two connected with each other. Harry rode out Sara's orgasm and pushed it inside of her.
The slick center grew even moister, even more sensual. Harry worked his hard cock as far into Sara's body as possible. He pushed deeper inside of Sara's body and she moaned in response.
"YES!" Sara screamed.
Harry enjoyed the energy coming off of Sara when an orgasm worked over her. He worshiped every inch of Sara's sexy body with kisses. Her legs clamped around him and pussy milked Harry's intrusion.
Two big balls kept slapping against Sara's thighs. She rose up off of the bed and pushed more of Harry's cock inside of her. Sara locked her nails onto the back of Harry's head.
Their bodies molded together, with the next orgasm. Harry pushed himself into her. Both Sara and Harry ran their hands over each other's bodies and kissed, kissed hard, and kissed deeply. Harry grabbed the back of her head and worked his tongue into her mouth.
Harry released his lover's mouth and Sara breathed heavily, moaning. Harry slammed inside of her pussy.
"I wonder how many times I can make you cum before you've hit your limit," Harry said.
"Give me your best shot," Sara said. "I'm not going to pass out before I have your cum inside me."
Sara's legs wrapped tight as possible around Harry. Harry pushed his rod inside of her and pulled almost all the way out of her. Harry rose up out of her and pushed deep inside of her. Every time her pussy wrapped around him, Harry could feel even more pleasure.
"Keep going!" Sara encouraged him.
"Oh, I'm in no danger of slowing down," Harry told. "If you think you can take it, I'm going to give it to you!"
"You better believe I can!" Sara yelled. "Harder, harder, really make me feel it!"
They just got warmed up and Harry spread Sara's legs out. He positioned his hard cock between her thighs and rammed deep in between them. Sara hoisted her hips up off of the bed and met Harry when he shoved inside of her. Harry pulled back from her and drilled his hard cock inside of her.
Sara wanted this hard fucking from Harry. Her legs were now elevated in the air, her ass lifted off of the bed, resting on Harry's hand. Harry squeezed her ass cheek and slammed into her body hard. One finger slipped into her ass, with Harry pumping deep inside of her tight pussy.
"Oh, you know how I like that!" Sara moaned.
Harry held back and enjoyed the right. The slick feeling of Sara's velvety walls spreading around his tight cock wrapping around him and closing him made it feel really good. Harry grabbed onto Sara's hips and plunged inside of her body.
A few drips of sweat went off of Sara's face when she had been driven through many orgasms. Harry buried himself deep inside of her tight body. Her heart beat even faster. Sara's eyes closed when Harry pushed his cock deep inside of her. Pure bliss entered Sara's body.
"Stay with me," Harry said. "Trust me, you're going to want to be with me for this one."
Sara wondered exactly what Harry had cooked up. He lifted her off of the bed and then dropped her, before slamming his cock into her. The feeling of his hard cock slamming into her body made Sara feel so much better. Her hips tightened around Harry and sucked it into her wet pussy. Harry grabbed her hips and brought himself into her.
So many orgasms by this beautiful vixen and Harry's balls were filling up to their capacity. He knew they were getting close to the edge, but he could not resist just slamming his cock inside of Sara for a little bit longer.
Her pussy stretched around Harry's cock. Sara could feel every inch of him inside of her. Now, his body pressed down onto her and Sara could feel the intensity increasing. Her walls tightened around Harry's intruding rod. Her fingers grabbed the back of his head.
"Do it, cum inside me!"
Harry pushed his throbbing rod inside of Sara's wet snatch. She squeezed down onto Harry and released him. Harry picked up his pace, getting closer to the edge.
"Don't worry, I just want to feel your sweet pussy squeeze my cock one more time," Harry said. "Unless you don't have it in you yet."
"Oh, I'll show you!" Sara breathed.
Sara wrapped her tight vice around Harry's body and squeezed. She had a surprising amount of control over her pussy muscles. Harry picked up the pace and slammed inside of her body. Those balls slapped against Sara's thighs and left marks the harder he jabbed her with his cock.
"Harry," Sara breathed. "Please, I need it….I'll die without it."
"You want it?" Harry asked.
Harry held onto Sara's legs and pushed his hard cock inside of her body. He was like a blur when pushing his rod inside of her tightening pussy. Those balls slapped against Sara's thighs. Sara dug her nails into Harry's back and encouraged him to cum inside of her.
Sara passion overflowed and she saw stars from the latest climax. Harry followed a few seconds later, driving his cock inside of her and filling her up with his seed.
Rapid fire shoves inside of Sara's body allowed Harry to launch his large, sticky, load inside of her body. Sara held onto Harry and squeezed his hard rod.
The two came down from the orgasm. Sara tried to sit up, only to collapse down on the bed. Her pussy overflowed with cum, and Harry pulled away from her.
Harry dropped back on the bed and pulled Sara into his chest. Sara rested her head on his chest, as Harry lightly stroked her hair. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
Oliver Queen opened his eyes and nearly shot up out of the bed in his bedroom. He saw the very familiar overview of Queen's Mansion, and it was a nice view from the outside.
His bedroom, in the house he grew up in. Oliver shook his head, and he had some really strange dreams of a ship, a crazy man with a beard, and an island, a strange island. Oliver didn't know what to make of it, but those memories quickly drained from his mind. It was like having a very bad dream.
"Ollie, are you feeling better?"
Oliver heard his sister Thea's voice, and he was pleased to hear it, for many reasons. He turned around in bed, and saw his younger sister, standing in the doorway. She looked like she had just returned from school, or was about ready to go to school.
"Yeah, I'm better," Oliver said. "It's really good to see you, Thea."
Oliver threw his arms around Thea and hugged her. He didn't know where it came from, but it just came from a place deep in his subconscious, knowing he just had to.
"Ollie, please, you're crushing my ribs," Thea managed.
"Sorry," Oliver said. "It's just, I'm really excited to see you."
"You just saw me the other day, remember I brought you the Chicken Soup," Thea said. "And it is doing you pretty well, you're much better. And just in time for your big day."
"My big day?" Oliver asked.
"Okay, Ollie, I know, you have so many big days, you forgot," Thea said. "You're being named Starling City's Humanitarian of the Year, and you didn't even have to buy the award. That's really amazing."
"Wow, yeah, how could I have forgotten about that?" Oliver asked.
"Well, don't worry, I got both the brains and the looks for this family," Thea remarked with a cheeky little grin. "And tomorrow night, after the ceremony, it's your rehearsal dinner. Please tell me you the flu hasn't fried your brain so bad, you haven't forgotten your wedding."
"No, of course not," Oliver said. "I'm just happy to be here, and better, and not an inch away from death."
"Men, you really can be such drama queens when you're sick," Thea said, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, it's just the flu, passed in a couple of days. Now, you're ready to accept another plaque showing how great you are. Dad's going to have to build another wing to the house to store your honors."
"Dad?" Oliver asked. "He's here."
Thea barely held by rolling her eyes. Her brother had a lot on his mind.
"Yes, he still owns this house, which you're living in until you move out with your soon to be wife, you know, Laurel," Thea remarked. "Do you need to know your birthday too, or where the shower is?"
Oliver shook his head. It was like waking up from a very long dream, and now he was back among friends, among family. There was nothing else better than his life. Oliver moved towards his room and saw several awards lining the wall. He smiled when looking at them.
Everything was perfect, other than that creepy buzzard with beady little eyes staring at him from the tree. Oliver decided not to focus on that, or any weird dreams of being tortured or drowning on a boat, and instead focused on those happy memories of his perfect life.
He chalked up anything that contradicted his amazing life to after effects of the flu.
'Everything will pass in a couple of days,' Oliver thought.
Face down on the beach, laid an attractive woman with dirty-blonde hair. She rolled over and groaned when the sun baked down on her. Her head felt like it had been trampled by something.
'Oh, where the hell I am?' she asked.
She realized she was currently stranded out in the middle of nowhere, on a very small, island. There didn't appear to be any food anywhere on the island, which showed how dire the situation was.
'What the hell….no, none of that was real, was it?'
Olivia Moira Queen, better known as Liv to her friends, tried to reconcile what happened. She entered a particularly blissful fantasy, where she was going to be named the Starling City Humanitarian of the Year, before marrying her long-term girlfriend, Dinah Laurel Lance, called Laurel by most of her friends.
Only those thoughts were very much a hallucination and a dream.
'That didn't happen, and Laurel's going to kill me for sneaking off with her sister,' Liv thought to herself. 'Oh, that's fine, because I'm already out of the middle of nowhere.'
Liv saw a bush with some blueberries on them. They could have been poisonous but she was desperate enough to try anything. Liv crawled closer towards the bush, but something else caught her attention before chancing the berries.
The woman rose up to see a helicopter coming down on the deserted island she stood on. Liv looked at the helicopter, and she waved her hands. The two figures stepped out of the helicopter. One of them had dark black hair which she tied in a ponytail and violet eyes. The other had red hair, tied back in a similar way, with green eyes. Both of their bodies had been stretched in a tight bodysuit, which caused Liv's eyes and imagination to wander.
"Ms. Queen," the dark haired woman said in a monotone voice. "Come with us if you want to live."
Okay, Nym wasn't going to lie; she always wanted to say that. Liv looked up, a frown on her face when staring at both of the women.
A dart connected with the side of her neck and dropped her to the ground.
"I was going to give her a chance to come with us willingly," Nym said.
"Yeah, how does that normally work out?" Holly asked. "I'd figure we cut out the drama. Waller wants her. Did she bother to tell you why?"
Nym shook her head and just stared down at the downed form of Olivia Queen. By her calculations, the tranquilizer should last in her body for a good eight hours, more than enough time to get her out of here and back to base.
To Be Continued on February 12 th , 2017.
Well, we find out what happened to the mirror box. Namely Oliver swapping with an alternate version of himself, who was born a female. I'm sure some people aren't going to like this, but it's what's best for this story. It works out better here, I think. It's not like I sent Oliver to Apokolips. If nothing else, he got the better end of the deal. Liv got fucked big time. And not in the good sense either.
Also, Nymphadora "Don't Call Me Nymphadora" Tonks pops up as an agent of ARGUS, because she would be an alternate universe. And New 52/Arrowverse Amanda Waller shows up, and we get a reference to the classic Waller, being her mother, because of course we do. Oh, and Holly's there.
So, The Bookworm hates her name. There's a more sinister reason for mysterious men sneaking out of the Granger Reisidence at odd times then you'll think.
Things are going as we move into the next arc.
Chapter Seventeen: Parting Ways.
Rose found a small gym area inside of the AMAZO ship. It wasn't that big, but at the same time, it gave her some room to stretch and more time to maneuver. The young woman took a deep breath and walked in front of the punching bag. She needed to let off some steam by punching something.
The woman reared back and punched the side of the bag. The bag remained mobile. Rose reared back and punched the back. One more punch and the bag ripped open. Rose pulled back and watched as the sand drained from the bag. She was going to have to control some of those punches.
Rose picked up a wooden staff and started to swing it in the air. She had to compensate for her new found strength a little bit. The staff slammed into a practice dummy and decapitated it in an instant. Rose picked up the decapitated head of the dummy and sighed.
'Okay, got to take a deep breath and get this under control.'
She thought about checking in on Harry and Sara to see what they are doing, but the delicate process involving the mirror box meant they likely didn't want to be disturbed. Rose would have assumed it was absolutely insane to think there was someone out there who existed, which only two people on this entire ship seemed to remember.
And yet, it made a perfect amount of sense. Rose crossed her legs and tried to remember anything. There were some deep dark corners of her mind which no one should travel. No seventeen year old should have the baggage she did, and yet, Rose had more than enough of it. Rose crossed her legs and took a deep breath.
'Okay, just get it together,' Rose said. 'Try and focus. Try and remember. Don't…..'
Rose could see the taunting face of her father in her mind's eye. The young woman's eyes opened up and she frantically searched around the room. No Slade….with any luck, he was fish food. Rose doubted very much, though. He was able to adapt during some of the worst situations possible.
A light knock on the door caused Rose to rise up from her feet.
"Well, come in," Rose said.
The door opened up and Rose came face to face with the Bookworm. Her hand clutched around the makeshift wooden staff. It took a lot of self-control Rose to not do a repeat performance of the practice dummy incident, only doing so with her head.
"I've learned it's not a good idea to enter a room without knocking," she said. "So, how are you doing?"
"I was doing fine until a couple of minutes ago," Rose said. "So, did your memories…"
"I remember everything," she responded. "And by everything, I mean everything."
Rose didn't think Harry and the others would let this witch roam free on the ship unless of course, she wasn't a danger. Still, Rose looked on a bit anxiously, and locked eyes onto the woman who was standing on the other end of the room.
"I shouldn't have done what I did," she said. "Actually, there are a lot of things which I shouldn't do. I know I can't change the past, but I hope, we can be better off in the future."
Once again, Rose didn't lock her eyes onto the Bookworm's.
"So, Bookworm, or Hermione, or whatever your name is….."
"I prefer that my friends call me Mia," she said.
"Bookworm it is then," Rose said. "If you're trying to apologize to me, then…"
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry," Mia said. "I was desperate, and I was doing a lot of things that I shouldn't. And I think it cost me the only family I had, well the only family I cared about, my younger sister, my mother, my cousins….they were the black sheep of the Granger side of the family, which meant I got along with them."
Nothing came from Rose, no response, so Mia took it as her cue to press on.
"My father, my grandparents, that entire side of the family," Mia said. "They always, told me I was never good enough, and I pushed myself to do better.
Rose took a second to ponder the enigma which was this girl. To be honest, there was a part of her life which sounded like a tragedy. Rose tended to have a bad taste in her mouth though for those who justified their actions because they had a shitty home life.
There were a lot of people who had shitty home lives which weren't part of some unethical experiment on a ship in the middle of nowhere, which took prisoners.
"The only person you have to blame for anything you did is yourself," Rose said.
"I know that now," Mia agreed. "And I know I can never make up for everything I've done, what I did to do, and what I willingly stood back and let Ivo do on the ship. I could have intervened."
Rose sighed, and she wondered exactly how much power the former Bookworm had over her actions. She saw the type, the type who craved acceptance from her father, even going to absurd extremes to get it. Rose had been down that road in the distant past, but she became less blinded to the fact her father had his share of issues and was not someone who she should be achieving acceptance.
"You saw Ivo as a surrogate father, didn't you?" Rose asked. "You thought, maybe, just maybe, if you got his acceptance, you would finally get the acceptance you've been craving from your father. That's it, in a nutshell, isn't it?"
Mia thought about it for a minute and responded with a nod.
"You're right," Mia said. "But, I know he was using me."
"Figure that out about the time he shot you in the head when he got what he wanted from you, didn't you?" Rose asked.
Another nod passed towards the curly haired brunette. She looked at Rose with imploring eyes, as if begging Rose to forgive her.
"I hate you," Rose said. "And at the same time, I feel sorry for you. You are what other people made you, but you are what you made yourself as well."
"Yes," Mia said. "But, I can make myself something else. I have to be something else, I have to become something else, although what I'm not sure."
The first sixteen years of her life had been one attempt after another to appease a domineering father, and her grandparents, who looked down on her because of what she was. Mia hoped her leaving woke Charlotte Edwards-Granger up to what her husband's side of the family truly was, and she could not fix this situation.
And her poor little sister, hopefully, Hailey didn't have to go through all of that. If Mia's leaving caused them to break free and move away from the Grangers, then it would not be in vain.
"I have to find them, first," Mia said. "I'm going to find my family…my mother, my sister…..I'm even curious what happened to my father when I was gone."
"Old habits, you just can't quit them," Rose said. "My father…..I'll be honest, I want to make sure he's dead, though. Because every day, I don't see him dead, is a day of my life that's wasted."
Mia shifted nervously. She could tell Rose had her fair share of issues with her father. It almost made Mia's relationship with David Granger seem cordial.
"And I don't trust you," Rose said.
"I thought we were over this," Mia said.
"You didn't really apologize to me, you know," Rose said.
"Okay, fine, I'm sorry, are you happy now?" Mia asked.
Rose would have been lying if she was particularly happy. Harry just stabilized the Mirikuru, but she still felt a buzz coming along in the back of her head. Every time her emotions got high, she felt her grip on her patience slip just ever so slightly.
"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I just wanted to clear the air," Mia said. "And know, I'm not the same person who injected you with the Mirikuru. You have to believe that."
"Well, you want to believe you've changed," Rose said. "And maybe you're right, maybe I should give you the benefit of the doubt. You're making an attempt to be a better person and maybe you are going to be one now."
Mia nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Those hands wrapped around the wooden staff made Mia very nervous. Rose could break her very easily. Mia hadn't even tried to perform magic ever since having been cured of her near death experience.
"Just because I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, doesn't mean I'm going to trust you completely," Rose said. "I don't believe in listen and believe. I believe in trusting with enough proof. And you haven't given me anything other than their word."
Rose knew Harry had to pretty much blackmail the Bookworm into getting her to take them onto the ship in the first place.
"The point is, you have information you could give to Ivo's backers, which could screw us over," Rose said. "Therefore, I'm not going to let you run free."
"Oh, you're not going to let me," Mia said. "Well, if you're not going to let me, then perhaps you should come with me. That way you can see I'm just trying to look up my family, my sister, my mother, my cousins….maybe not so much my father or my grandparents, but if I need to look them up to get answers, I will."
Rose thought about it for a minute.
"You're not going anywhere, not without Harry's knowledge," Rose said.
"Oh, I wouldn't," Mia said. "I owe him my life, twice over."
Rose nodded in confirmation. In some twisted way, Rose owed Harry a lot as well. If Harry hadn't subdued her than Rose would have had the Bookworm's filthy blood on her hands after nearly strangling her to death.
"Do, you think you can help me go over something?" Mia asked. "It's about the prisoners on this ship, I need to make sure they're all accounted for."
"Fine," Rose said.
The youngest member of the group endeavored to keep a close eye on the former Bookworm. Only time would tell whether she turned the page, really bad pun intended, naturally.
A lengthy session of vigorous sex relaxed Sara a little bit. Sara sat down on a chair, in front of Harry. Harry positioned himself in front of her.
"Take a deep breath," Harry said. "I know you have two sets of memories which contradict each other."
"Yeah, I do," Sara responded. "So, what should we do about it?"
"Just take a deep breath," Harry said. "Nice and deep, nice and calm and focus. Don't try and clear your mind because that puts your mind under a lot of stress and leaves your memories more open to mental intrusion."
Harry learned that particular lesson the hard way. Sara leaned back, eyes widening. Harry pushed the first gentle nudge into Sara's mind.
Sara wouldn't have really noticed Harry rifling around in her memories unless he said so. The soft feeling of Harry entering her mind was very cerebral. She closed her eyes and could feel Harry's light touches going inside of her mind. She took a nice, long deep breath when Harry entered her mind.
"There are two different, conflicting sets of memories," Harry said.
"Okay, what one is real, and which one is false?" Sara asked.
"Both," Harry said.
"Both of them or real, or both of them are false?" Sara asked.
She asked this particular question, knowing perfectly well she might not like the answer which was given. Harry lightly brushed through her mind. Sara leaned back and started to breathe, in an attempt to relax when Harry entered her mind.
"Perspective is an interesting thing," Harry said. "Memories this vivid can't be false. You can modify a person's memory, but something about it would feel off, hollow, like there was something missing. It would be not a memory, but like if you watched a movie."
"Both of them feel like I lived it," Sara said. "But, that doesn't make any sense."
"Mmm, maybe," Harry said. "But, magic, in general, doesn't make a whole lot of sense. No matter how people try to make it make sense, there are always little quirks which can be explained by the fact it just is."
"Oliver Queen, Olivia Queen," Sara murmured underneath her breath. "The Olivia memories are trying to supplement themselves over the Oliver memories, but my mind, it's fighting."
"A strong mind will fight an attempt for it to be modified," Harry said. "Your case is unique because technically, you've lived both of these sets of memories. The Olivia memories would have been the false ones before the mirror box. Now the Oliver memories are the false ones. Even if, you feel the Oliver memories to be the true ones."
"I'll just smile, nod, and pretend I understand what you're saying."
"Now, you have a choice to make," Harry said. "Those memories of Oliver Queen, I can….remove them, if you want me to."
"You can do that?" Sara asked. She paused and straightened up before nodding. "Of course you can do that. Why wouldn't you be able to do that?"
"It's not something I like doing," Harry admitted. "The memories are going to fade within a few days, several weeks anyway. Even sooner, if you just let it go, and accept the new reality."
"Are you telling me I should just accept the fact Oliver is gone forever?" Sara asked.
"No, I'm not," Harry said. "I don't know where he's been sent, and I'm not sure if it's possible to bring him back. I know there's about as much of a chance of finding the universe he got sent to, than there is of finding my native universe, and me finding a way home."
Not that Harry wanted to go home, and he wondered if his world even existed anymore. The multiverse was very strange where world's used ceased to be, at least what he found out in his limited studies. Then again, there was no proof that world's just vanished, just rumors.
Most people who claimed they were from a world which no longer existed were considered insane.
"There's really no chance he's coming back, is there?" Sara asked.
Sara remembered the promise she made to Oliver, about taking care of Thea, in case something happened to him. She doubted Oliver meant being wiped out from reality. No one could have thought that.
Yet, there were the Olivia memories as well, and they ended on the Queen's Gambit. Was she still alive?
"It wasn't a precise swap," Harry said. "Nothing about magic is precise."
So, Sara learned, or rather so she was learning. Her entire worldview had been shifted on her head. It was like she lived two lives. The life she knew and the life of some kind of stranger. And the stranger was the life Sara knew she lived up until a few days ago.
"With your permission, I can isolate those memories," Harry said. "And if there's a chance they can become relevant again, they will come back up. But if there's no chance, they will fade away over time."
Sara thought about what she wanted to do for a few seconds. The human mind could be a frustrating thing to deal with. A couple of seconds faded and Sara turned towards Harry, responding with a brisk nod. There were two words entering the tip of her tongue.
"Do it. Fix my mind."
Harry smiled and leaned closer towards Sara, lightly cupping her cheek in response. He looked into those eyes and prepared to shift the memories where they should be. Removing those contradicting memories could cause problems, on the very slight chance things could be reversed. Which Harry wasn't really counting on because it would be like finding a single needle in an entire field full of hay.
A cool feeling washed over Sara's mind.
"You might feel a tingling."
Sara nodded, and she could feel the memories of Oliver Queen being pushed back into her mind. They were still there, but she could only unlock them when there was a need for them. It allowed Sara to focus on the memories of this new life.
"I think she's still alive," Sara said. "She went to one island, though, and I went to Lian Yu….that's kind of weird, though, because she didn't get picked up by the AMAZO."
"Like I said, the swap wasn't really precise," Harry said.
Sara nodded and finished Harry's sentence. "Very few things about magic are."
"She is alive, though," Harry said. "I would know if she was dead."
Harry picked up the Mirror Box, the one mirror fragment which could have potentially shed some more answers, missing. With Sara's memories corrected to line up with the world, they were now living in, Harry decided to mentally submerge himself in the same process. Hopefully, when he looked for patterns, he would find out what was going on.
Liv woke up and found herself on a cot. A change of clothes had been laid out, along with a meal. It had been a long time since she had a nice warm meal. She stepped forward and took the chicken. Boy, it smelled good. She bit into it, and then ravenously devoured the chicken, the potatoes, and the soup, before drinking down the orange juice which had been brought before her.
She really could have done with a glass of wine.
"Olivia Moira Queen, the rumors of your demise have been greatly exaggerated."
Liv turned around and looked towards the woman who approached her. She had the look of someone who had just reeled in a prize catch.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Amanda Waller," she responded. "You met Agent Tonks and Agent Granger, and they convinced you to come here."
Liv felt up the back of her neck and remembered something.
"The tranquilizer dart," she said. "Was that really necessary? I would have come here willingly, any way to get off that island. I don't know if you knew…"
"You were dehydrated, malnourished, and you had a mild infection," Waller said. "It's a miracle you survived for so long. It's almost as if you had a guardian angel looking out for you."
Liv snorted and took the napkin to wipe some of the gravy off of her chin.
"You didn't answer my first question, though," Liv said. "Was the tranquilizer dart really necessary?"
"Perhaps it wasn't," Waller responded. "But you can never be too careful. You got a nice cooked meal, a change of clothes, medical treatment, and you have a nice warm shower waiting for you in the next room."
"You work for the government," Liv said. "Why do I think I'm not getting any of this for free?"
Waller smiled and looked over at Liv. The woman stood up straight and looked Liv straight in the eye. Both of them didn't back down from each other.
"It's because you aren't, Ms. Queen," Waller said. "The entire world thinks you're dead, and for now, I'm not going to do anything to correct that."
Waller stopped for a brief second and looked towards Liv.
"Unless there's someone else who thinks you're still alive out there," Waller said.
"I wouldn't know," Liv said.
Sara, her father, the rest of the Crew of the Gambit, they were long gone.
"How long has it been?" Liv asked.
"Sixteen months since your ship went down," Waller said. "And you're here now, and you'll be working with ARGUS. And you're going to make something out of your life, Ms. Queen. Something more worthwhile than all of the drunken parties, drug raves, and mess of legal issues, you're going to help change the world."
Liv heard everything Waller said and realized that was how the world perceived her, as some screw-up billionaire heiress. She thought she could be so much more and perhaps she could be so much more.
"I suggest you get some rest tonight," Waller said. "Because starting tomorrow, your life is going to be anything, but restful."
Shado smiled and she could not help, but be pleased with leaving Lian Yu behind. There were too many memories on the island. The image of her father being shot was not one which would leave Shado's mind anytime soon. She signed in response to the situation. It was a heavy burden to bare, even if her father's death had been truly avenged.
"Hey."
Shado slowly turned her attention towards Harry, who stepped out. Sara walked out a few steps behind.
"I was getting a little worried about you two," Shado said. "But, I suppose there was a reason why you were in that room for almost three days."
"There was," Harry responded. "Everyone is still here, aren't they?"
"None of us would leave without letting you know," Shado said. "Once everything is taken care of on the AMAZO, I need to return home and inform my sister of what happened to our father. And also, inform her, that I found the great Dragon, in his human form."
Shado smiled and laughed, sounding very amused.
"Mei would never believe it, she was always more skeptical about the legends our Grandmother told us about the dragon than I was," Shado said. "I don't know if I can convince her."
"Well, if she needs convincing, I'm sure Harry will show up in her presence," Sara said. "After all, isn't seeing believing?"
"Yes, seeing is believing," Harry said. "And we'll join you as soon as we can. We have to finish helping Nyssa on her mission, and then we'll all meetup."
"Oh, of course, I understand how important it is," Shado said. "It will allow Mei and me to be reconnected."
Sara smiled, hoping her upcoming reunion with Laurel would go smoothly as well. The new reality settled in, but Sara couldn't be one hundred percent sure whether Laurel would hug her out of gratitude for being alive or slap her in the face for what she did. Or A followed by B, or maybe B followed by A, Sara couldn't really know.
"Don't worry, Shado, just because we're parting ways, it doesn't mean forever," Harry said. "We couldn't have accomplished what we did without your help. You were a part of this group as well."
"These words mean more to me than you could ever know, great one," Shado said.
Shado stretched in and kissed Harry on the lips quite daringly. She would miss his touch, his presence, and everything, even if the parting of the ways would be temporary at best. The two broke apart from each other and smiled.
"And I cannot help, but thank the woman who was gracious enough to allow me the honor," Shado said.
"Hey, it would be pretty greedy if I didn't share the wealth," Sara said. "And you're very welcome….."
Shado leaned in and kissed Sara on the lips. The two of them interlocked lip to lip with each other, their kisses increased in passion and intensity. Shado grabbed Sara by the face and drove her mouth deep onto Sara's. Their tongues danced each other.
Harry looked at the show, not wanting to break up such a beautiful sight. Really, what man in his right mind would want to end something this beautiful and this amazing? Harry most certainly would not want to be the man to do that much.
Sara and Shado broke free for the kiss and both of them turned towards Harry with a smile. A knock on the door caused all three of them to stand up straight.
"Are you three dressed at least?" a voice on the other end asked.
"Well, we might not have been, if you were five minutes later," Sara said. "Yes, Mia, what is it?"
The door opened and Mia stepped inside the room. She clipped her hair back, wearing a pair of glasses, along with a nice button up green blouse, and a skirt which came down past her thighs, along with stockings, which really made her long legs stand out completely.
"Sir," she said with a smile. "I've made a list of the people who could be set free from the ship, and those who shouldn't….and the ones I've marked in red, are the ones who I think would benefit from just cutting your losses and killing them."
Harry smiled and obviously, the Butcher's and Ivo's name was circled in red in at the very top of the paper. He looked at it closely, and Mia looked towards him, biting down on her lip. Sara noticed how she seemed to value Harry's opinion on her work.
'Very interesting,' Sara thought to herself.
"You've done well, good work," Harry said.
"Thank you, sir," Mia said. "Although, Rose did assist me on it, and I think she's done just as good, if not a better job….."
"Well, when I talk to her, I'll be sure to praise her for a job well done," Harry said. "So, what are you planning on doing?"
"My sister and my mother, I want to find out what became of them," Mia said. "And if you're worried about me, don't, because Rose offered to tag along."
Harry would have been a little bit worried, to be honest, but he would have a talk with Rose.
"I have a present for you before you leave, I actually have them for all of the girls," Harry said.
"You didn't have to give me anything," Mia said. "You've given me a second chance to be a better person. Isn't that more than enough?"
Harry appreciated her humility, but he thought this would be a practical gift. He handed Mia a watch, with runic symbols carved in the side of it. Sara, Nyssa, Shado, and Rose would receive the same watches, and Harry powered them with a single drop of his magical blood. There would be a few surprises for anyone who tried to take those watches from them if they were foolish enough to try.
"To replace the one which Rose damaged on the island in the fight," Harry said. "And I looked at the design and made a few modifications to it. I think you'll find it useful."
"Oh, if you made it, I think I can find it very useful," Mia said. "Oh, and I want to ask you a question if you don't think it's too personal."
Harry smiled and leaned towards the brunette woman. "Well, if I don't know the question, then I really can't figure out whether or not it's too personal."
"You said you were friends with…well me, from your native universe," Mia said.
"Well, we were, but we had a bit of a falling out towards the end of my time there," Harry said. "We were both convinced we were right, and we parted ways."
Whether or not things would have been patched up over time, well, Harry suspected he would never know now. The world he left was a speck left in the cosmic vortex of an entire multiverse full of them.
"What did I do wrong?" Mia asked.
"And what makes you think you did something wrong?" Harry asked.
"I did," Mia said. "I know, I did, so just out with it already. Technically, I can't feel guilty about it, so you might as well tell me."
"Well, she modified her parent's memories, to believe they didn't have a daughter, and no, you didn't have a sister in that world," Harry responded.
"She modified her….please tell me you're kidding," Mia said. "You're not kidding, are you? Please tell me she at least asked her parent's permission before she did so."
Mia tried hard to reconcile the reasons why anyone would do that. She did some horrible things, but never to someone she knew and cared about. Modifying someone's memory would be like stealing a piece of their life. From the experience she had with her near-fatal brain tumor, Mia knew better than anyone else what could happen for the human brain.
"I'm sorry if I upset you….."
"No, I'm not upset," Mia said.
"It was a desperate time," Harry offered. "I wouldn't have done it had I been in her position, and once the war was over, we had words about it, and that's what caused our break. She was convinced she did the right thing."
"She would be," Mia replied.
Mia turned around and closed her eyes. Her mother, even her father, just erasing their memories seemed a bit much.
"What about their friends, their other family members?" Mia asked. "How the hell did she not expect there would be ramifications there?"
"I never asked," Harry said.
For all he knew, the Grangers picking up and moving to Australia may have sparked a criminal investigation. They left their practice, their lives. There would be friends, family, and neighbors who would be concerned. Memory modification was a very painstaking process.
"I don't blame you for parting ways with her," Mia said. "I would never erase my mother's mind, or my father's even, it's just….I don't care if they were in danger. That's something you don't mess around with. But, I suppose she thought she knew better."
"You're going to be okay?" Harry asked.
"Not anytime soon," Mia said. "Twelve years, twelve years, I left behind, who knows what they're going to be like when I get back. If they're even still around….my sister might even have been too young when I left to remember me."
Harry reached forward to grab Mia's hand, but she pulled it away. She turned around and took a deep breath.
The only solace Mia could take was she didn't cross that particular line. She was pretty sure, other Hermione had reasons for doing so, even though those reasons were hard.
'I will have to be a better person,' Mia thought. 'And hopefully, she will have a chance to learn to be a better person when she's home.'
"I'll be fine later," Mia said. "When I'm sure they'll okay…..I know you have a lot of work to do."
It wasn't easy, but Harry either freed the prisoners from the ship or freed them from their mortal existence. Either way, it was a very long time. He moved around the corner, just in time to see Nyssa suited up and ready to go. She had all of the information from Ivo that she could, and found some written correspondence. She would be ready to go.
"Come in," Nyssa said. "Sorry, if I've been a bit preoccupied."
"We've all been a bit preoccupied," Harry answered. He moved across the room and Nyssa pushed out a chair for Harry to sit down. "Rose and Mia are leaving, to search for Mia's parents. Shado is going home to visit her sister, and inform her of their father's death."
"Right," Nyssa said.
"And we're joining you."
Sara stepped into the room, after having seen Rose, Shado, and Mia off, after the prisoners had been moved out of the ship. She looked dressed for battle, and she wore the green hood with they once saw Yao Fei wearing when on the island.
"Shado presented it to be as a token of gratitude," Sara said. "She said I could either wear it or pass it onto someone….but she thought it should be in my hands, for some reason."
"I'm surprised she didn't give the gift to Harry," Nyssa said. "And are you sure about coming with me?"
Nyssa assumed Sara would have wanted to return home to her family, after being gone for sixteen months by their point of view.
"We're sure," Harry informed Nyssa. "It would give us a chance to continue they're training. And I also want to find out how one joins the League of Assassins."
An amused look crossed the face of the Daughter of the Demon. With Harry's stature, and power, he could not only join the League of Assassins but in time, he could lead the League.
"If you think you're ready to take this step?" Nyssa asked.
"I'm becoming stronger with each day," Harry said. "I've learned a lot from you, but there are techniques I can pick up from the rest of the League."
"There are techniques which we both could learn from the League," Sara said.
"Joining is a big step, more so for you, Sara, than it is for Harry," Nyssa said. "You have to leave what you were behind, and become something else, then you were."
"Then, I'm already halfway there," Sara said. "If we prove ourselves against Darhk and his HIVE, do you think you could bring us to the League?"
Nyssa studied Sara and smiled. It only struck Nyssa now of an intriguing similarity between Sara and another one of the legends of the medallion. Sara Lance resembled the mystical avatar for the White Canary medallion.
"Let's worry about the League, once Darhk and his HIVE have been eliminated," Nyssa said.
"Agreed," Harry said. "Let's move."
Where the Dragon would go, Nyssa would follow. She still had a debt to pay and would do so, in the oldest, most universal way of payment, when the time was right.
To Be Continued on February 26 th , 2017.
Everyone is going their separate ways with each other, to go on their own missions.
Oh, Rose and Mia together, alone, that's going to end well, isn't it?
Olivia Queen is obviously here to stay, as the original Oliver is happily in a new world, never to return in this story, for his own adventures, away from Harry.
Nyssa looks to be about ready to make her move as well.
Until two weeks from now.