[If there's anything that can be said about Laurel Lance, its that no matter the universe, no matter the circumstances, Laurel loves her sister Sara. Laurel will always love Sara. And in a way that Barry and Iris are always Barry and Iris, Laurel and Sara are always Laurel and Sara, and on this Earth, ten years ago, Laurel Lance watched her father kill her sister in cold blood for who she loved.
She had never questioned the doctrine of the Fatherland before that, convinced that the world was a better place for the teachings of their leaders, and being engaged to one of the high ranking members of the leadership - everything about her life was perfect. And then Sara was caught with a woman - Sara, her sweet, beautiful sister who never harmed anyone, and had confessed her love and doubts to Laurel weeks before, and before she knew what was happening, her sister was dead on the ground and Laurel's entire world was turned upside down.
She's the only one who mourned her, and had to do so behind closed doors, where no one would see. They didn't give her a proper burial, Sara's body dumped in a mass grave with other traitors to their way of life. She tried to confide in Tommy her doubts, a man she had known her entire life, who loved her and she trusted would not steer her wrong, and he turned her in for questioning their authority. She would have been killed as well, if James and the rest of the resistance hadn't come to her rescue.
She knew then that she needed to change - that things needed to change. And when Laurel Lance commits herself to a cause, Heaven help anyone who tries to stand in her way.
If she doesn't save the world, who will?
They don't have a lot of time for burials, even on this side of the war, but she tries her best to at least give all of their fallen allies something. When James and the rest of the members of the science team are brought back to HQ, she steps away to take care of it, cremations for each of their fallen soldiers, while sending Leo to collect Ray and the rest of the refugees from Earth 1. She's in the middle of saying her final goodbyes to James, thanking him for saving her, all those years ago, when Winn comes in behind her.
"I hate to interrupt, General, but there's something you need to see."
She turns and raises an eyebrow, expecting him to try and explain what's so urgent, and he shakes his head.
"Oh, no. I'm not explaining this. You need to see it for yourself."
She hesitates, before pushing to her feet and following him out into the main area.]
What's so important that you can't even -
[She doesn't get to finish the statement before she looks across the room and her heart plummets into her stomach. There's no mistaking the vision of the woman in front of her - she would know that face anywhere, that person would always call to her, regardless of the fate of her own sister. For a moment, all there is is silence, but eventually, she manages to force out one word:]
( earth-x and its ideologies sicken sara to her core from the beginning, but the part that cuts her the deepest are the faces of people she knows, people she loves — dressed in all black, the red bands around their arms, saluting to their führer —
she knows it's not really them, that other earths exist, even if she hasn't become as familiar with earth-two as some of her other friends have. she knows, inherently, but it doesn't make it any easier to bear. it doesn't make her father, dressed in full regalia and stating so emotionlessly how he'd executed his own daughter, his own sara, for who she loved without hesitation. they're words out of sara's very nightmares, a fear of rejection for the person she'd become after all those years with the league.
sara keeps her chin up regardless, jaw clenched as she faces him, strong and proud of being everything this man hates.
being saved by leonard — sorry, leo — is strange, but she's glad that they're all safe now in these freedom fighters' headquarters, arms folded over her chest as she takes a few steps inside. it gives her an opportunity to take a deep breath, try to wrap her head around this place and everything that's happened in the short time that's passed since she'd stepped into that church for barry and iris's wedding.
and then she hears a voice that makes her stomach drop, the feeling of falling off of a cliff that jars one awake with a gasp. )
Laurel.
( blue eyes look up, seek that familiar face through the dim lighting of the room, and once she's been identified, sara can't stop herself; there are a few quick steps before she's all but barreling into her sister, arms thrown around her, squeezing tightly. she might not know this laurel, but sara doesn't care — laurel is her big sister on any damn earth, and every problem, every worry, every thing that's ever made her heart ache seems to vanish when she's in her sister's arms.
with her dad being in such a position of power within the reich — she'd only assumed that this earth's version of her sister was ruling another camp elsewhere with her sharp tongue and strong will, uncaring about the fate of a sister who'd probably wronged her, too — but she's not, she's here with the resistance —
sara's face buries against laurel's shoulder, eyes pricking with tears that she can't help nor does she care to hide. the last time she'd seen laurel had been a vision created by the spear of destiny, and the time before that, a false reality created by the dominators. this laurel is real, tangible, and sara doesn't think she ever wants to let go in case this one vanishes into thin air, too. she's lost her too many times and this version of laurel — she'd lost her little sister. they've suffered far too much already to cut this moment short. )
[The second Sara starts moving towards her, Laurel is moving to meet her halfway. There are warnings coming from both sides that this isn't the person they think it is, but it's clear that neither Lance sister cares. They're both just reaching for something that they never thought they'd have again.
Sara collapses into Laurel and Laurel just pulls her in tightly, one hand coming up to rest against the other woman's head gently, and she also doesn't make any move to pull away anytime soon. Her eyes do, however, scan the rest of the group, stopping when she sees Oliver and feeling a chill run down her sign, but the look on his face is equally stunned, watching her with something softer than this Earth's Oliver ever considered her with.
He meets her gaze and then looks away after a moment, knowing how complicated the situation already is, and Laurel looks away as well, turning her focus back to Sara again.]
Who's camp were you in?
[There's a part of her that has a sinking suspicion that she already knows the answer, but she also doesn't want to think of a second version of her sister being left at her father's discretion.]
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we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes
She had never questioned the doctrine of the Fatherland before that, convinced that the world was a better place for the teachings of their leaders, and being engaged to one of the high ranking members of the leadership - everything about her life was perfect. And then Sara was caught with a woman - Sara, her sweet, beautiful sister who never harmed anyone, and had confessed her love and doubts to Laurel weeks before, and before she knew what was happening, her sister was dead on the ground and Laurel's entire world was turned upside down.
She's the only one who mourned her, and had to do so behind closed doors, where no one would see. They didn't give her a proper burial, Sara's body dumped in a mass grave with other traitors to their way of life. She tried to confide in Tommy her doubts, a man she had known her entire life, who loved her and she trusted would not steer her wrong, and he turned her in for questioning their authority. She would have been killed as well, if James and the rest of the resistance hadn't come to her rescue.
She knew then that she needed to change - that things needed to change. And when Laurel Lance commits herself to a cause, Heaven help anyone who tries to stand in her way.
If she doesn't save the world, who will?
They don't have a lot of time for burials, even on this side of the war, but she tries her best to at least give all of their fallen allies something. When James and the rest of the members of the science team are brought back to HQ, she steps away to take care of it, cremations for each of their fallen soldiers, while sending Leo to collect Ray and the rest of the refugees from Earth 1. She's in the middle of saying her final goodbyes to James, thanking him for saving her, all those years ago, when Winn comes in behind her.
"I hate to interrupt, General, but there's something you need to see."
She turns and raises an eyebrow, expecting him to try and explain what's so urgent, and he shakes his head.
"Oh, no. I'm not explaining this. You need to see it for yourself."
She hesitates, before pushing to her feet and following him out into the main area.]
What's so important that you can't even -
[She doesn't get to finish the statement before she looks across the room and her heart plummets into her stomach. There's no mistaking the vision of the woman in front of her - she would know that face anywhere, that person would always call to her, regardless of the fate of her own sister. For a moment, all there is is silence, but eventually, she manages to force out one word:]
Sara?
god damnit i'm willing to wait for it
she knows it's not really them, that other earths exist, even if she hasn't become as familiar with earth-two as some of her other friends have. she knows, inherently, but it doesn't make it any easier to bear. it doesn't make her father, dressed in full regalia and stating so emotionlessly how he'd executed his own daughter, his own sara, for who she loved without hesitation. they're words out of sara's very nightmares, a fear of rejection for the person she'd become after all those years with the league.
sara keeps her chin up regardless, jaw clenched as she faces him, strong and proud of being everything this man hates.
being saved by leonard — sorry, leo — is strange, but she's glad that they're all safe now in these freedom fighters' headquarters, arms folded over her chest as she takes a few steps inside. it gives her an opportunity to take a deep breath, try to wrap her head around this place and everything that's happened in the short time that's passed since she'd stepped into that church for barry and iris's wedding.
and then she hears a voice that makes her stomach drop, the feeling of falling off of a cliff that jars one awake with a gasp. )
Laurel.
( blue eyes look up, seek that familiar face through the dim lighting of the room, and once she's been identified, sara can't stop herself; there are a few quick steps before she's all but barreling into her sister, arms thrown around her, squeezing tightly. she might not know this laurel, but sara doesn't care — laurel is her big sister on any damn earth, and every problem, every worry, every thing that's ever made her heart ache seems to vanish when she's in her sister's arms.
with her dad being in such a position of power within the reich — she'd only assumed that this earth's version of her sister was ruling another camp elsewhere with her sharp tongue and strong will, uncaring about the fate of a sister who'd probably wronged her, too — but she's not, she's here with the resistance —
sara's face buries against laurel's shoulder, eyes pricking with tears that she can't help nor does she care to hide. the last time she'd seen laurel had been a vision created by the spear of destiny, and the time before that, a false reality created by the dominators. this laurel is real, tangible, and sara doesn't think she ever wants to let go in case this one vanishes into thin air, too. she's lost her too many times and this version of laurel — she'd lost her little sister. they've suffered far too much already to cut this moment short. )
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Sara collapses into Laurel and Laurel just pulls her in tightly, one hand coming up to rest against the other woman's head gently, and she also doesn't make any move to pull away anytime soon. Her eyes do, however, scan the rest of the group, stopping when she sees Oliver and feeling a chill run down her sign, but the look on his face is equally stunned, watching her with something softer than this Earth's Oliver ever considered her with.
He meets her gaze and then looks away after a moment, knowing how complicated the situation already is, and Laurel looks away as well, turning her focus back to Sara again.]
Who's camp were you in?
[There's a part of her that has a sinking suspicion that she already knows the answer, but she also doesn't want to think of a second version of her sister being left at her father's discretion.]