Dinah smiled softly. “We have time now though, we can work on it together.” She said. “Does Nyssa know?”
”Not yet. I had to be sure her dad wasn’t involved somehow, but now I’m wondering if it’s done more harm than good keeping them in the dark,” she sighed slightly, “At this point, we might need her father’s connections to even keep looking.”
“Laurel explained what happened; how you fell. I think you have the right to have had a little concussion.” She teased gently. “I told Laurel to find them and make them pay. I may have gotten a little too protective.”
”I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” Sara smiled, “We will find whoever did it. Only thing is, everything lead we had is coming up a dead end. I did think it might have been Nyssa’s father for a while, but he’d never hurt her like that, regardless of how he feels about me.”
Dinah smiled softly as she listened. “Sara, if you love her then I don’t have any problem with her. When I met her, she said things and it lead me to believe that she was only taking me so that you’d go back to her alive. I’m thankful that she didn’t just try to kill you.”
“She’d never hurt me,” Sara replied with a smile, “It was her father who ordered her to bring me back. But, the point of me telling you about Nyssa a litle more…there was this story she told me once, about her dad and his discovery of something called a Lazarus Pit. I used to think it was just some story he’d built around himself, to make him seem untouchable, you know? Cause as the name suggests, the waters of the pit are meant to be able to heal any injury, keep someone indefinitely young…and to raise the dead.”
She couldn’t help shifting a little uncomfortably as she prepared for the next part of the story. Her mother hadn’t seen the scars she usually hid so well, but there was one she needed to see to prove what Sara was saying was true. She hooked a finger into her collar, shifting her shirt just enough to reveal the round red knot of scar tissue right over her heart. “Turns out, it’s not just the legend I though it was.”
“That’s good enough for me then.” She smiled gently. Her smile became strained as Sara spoke of her death. Her breath hitched when she saw the scar.
“Oh Sara, who did this to you?”
“In all honesty, I don’t remember,” she replied, shifting her shirt back to cover the scar again, “I took a pretty nasty smack to the head that night and it’s all kind of a blur before I woke up again,” (her mother definitely didn’t need to know of the Pit chemical’s side-effects that had distorted her memory of that night into some twisted nightmare), “The only people who knew I was okay before tonight were the Arrow and his team, because I knew none of them were responsible.”
“Of course not.” She smiled. “He’s a good man, now, is this your way of telling me that you’re the Canary?”
“Pretty much,” she laughed, taking a sip of her drink, “I know your first meeting with Nyssa wasn’t exactly the best, but some time after the Gambit went down,…
Dinah smiled softly as she listened. "Sara, if you love her then I don’t have any problem with her. When I met her, she said things and it lead me to believe that she was only taking me so that you’d go back to her alive. I’m thankful that she didn’t just try to kill you.”
“She’d never hurt me,” Sara replied with a smile, “It was her father who ordered her to bring me back. But, the point of me telling you about Nyssa a litle more…there was this story she told me once, about her dad and his discovery of something called a Lazarus Pit. I used to think it was just some story he’d built around himself, to make him seem untouchable, you know? Cause as the name suggests, the waters of the pit are meant to be able to heal any injury, keep someone indefinitely young…and to raise the dead.”
She couldn’t help shifting a little uncomfortably as she prepared for the next part of the story. Her mother hadn’t seen the scars she usually hid so well, but there was one she needed to see to prove what Sara was saying was true. She hooked a finger into her collar, shifting her shirt just enough to reveal the round red knot of scar tissue right over her heart. “Turns out, it’s not just the legend I though it was.”
“Of course not.” She smiled. “He’s a good man, now, is this your way of telling me that you’re the Canary?”
“Pretty much,” she laughed, taking a sip of her drink, “I know your first meeting with Nyssa wasn’t exactly the best, but some time after the Gambit went down, she basically saved my life. And while I was working for her father, she taught me how to fight and protect myself so I’d never be in the position she found me in again. All that time I was with her, I ended up falling in love with her. The Nyssa you met; all focussed and driven and a teeny bit scary? She’s just one part of the woman I know her to be.”
“Well, he is a cop,” Sara laughed at the memory, “Pretty sure I thought he was going to arrest me or something.”
Dinah chuckled softly. “Oh he would never.”
"Yeah, even when he knew I was kicking the crap out of creeps attacking girls in the Glades and working with the Arrow, I knew he wasn’t going to turn me in to that team tasked with hunting down Starling’s vigilantes.”
“I know, I remember once when you were little, you took the last biscuit… It took two seconds of him being home for you to crack and tell him.” She said with a smirk.
“Well, he is a cop,” Sara laughed at the memory, “Pretty sure I thought he was going to arrest me or something.”
“Yes, your Father spoke about them once or twice. He said he worked with them but he’s never told me more than that. Being in Central City, we don’t get a lot of your news.”
“He probably never said anything cause when he figured out who the Canary is…I really didn’t want anyone to know,” she said, “I never could lie to him.”
Dinah held Sara’s hand unwilling to let go of her in case she lost her again. When they sat down she was quiet for a moment, allowing her the time to collect her thoughts.
“Sara it’s alright, you take your time I’m not going anywhere.”
“I guess it’s best I try and start right from the beginning then. It’ll probably make a bit more sense that way,” she smiled softly, allowing her eyes to quickly scan the cafe to make sure there was nobody listening before she lowered her voice a little to ensure they wouldn’t be overheard, “You know the blonde in the mask who works with the Arrow?”
”Definitely,” Sara smiled, “Now It’s freezing out here. You want to go get a coffee or something and I can at least try and explain what happened?”
She nodded once more. “That, that sounds nice.”
Linking arms with her mother, Sara headed in the direction of a small coffee shop nearby. Once they were settled in a quiet corner, she stared into her drink for a few moments, trying to figure out just how she was going to explain these last few weeks. Most of it seemed far too fantastical for anyone to believe.
”I don’t even know where to start to be honest,” she laughed slightly, a little embarrassed, “It’s been kind of a crazy few weeks since…well, since that night.”