Sam had no idea what he was doing back in Starling City. He'd spent a year here before leaving the hunting life for Stanford while dealing with a series of hauntings in the Glades. His final solo hunt before seeking out a normal life. It had been the best year of his life and part of the reason for that was Felicity Smoak. Sam had loved her like he'd never loved anyone else, she'd been smart, funny, charming and beauitful. He'd considered asking her to marry him until Detective Quentin Lance had started asking questions about a grave robber with a fondness for fraud.
Sam had chosen his family over his own heart and fled after telling Felicity about his past. It was a hell of a thing to do to someone you loved until now. Rumors of a Demon's Head had caught his attention and after talking to Bobby in Heaven, Sam had headed back to Starling and started poking around Palmer Industries as FBI agent Dennis DeYoung. His past was about to bite him on the ass in a big way.
Sam had been through a lot in his short life, demon blood addiction, visits to hell, superheros, ghosts you name it. Life should have stopped surprising him and yet here he was watching his older brother take the fall for Oliver Queen. Who the hell had put the idea into his brother's head and why the hell hadn't he talked to Sam first before doing this. Was their relationship that damaged now.
He should be angry, he should be anything but confused. He knew the world wasn't black and white, but choosing Ra's Al Ghul's way wasn't any better then this. "Dammit Oliver why the hell are you letting him do this," he muttered softly assuming that his former boss had something to do with Dean's choice.
Oliver really couldn't decide if he should laugh, or be incredibly pissed that the bastard that destroyed the city was back, or relieved because they would finally get a chance to talk.
He headed back to the loft he shared with Thea and sat on the couch in front of the picture window. There was a bottle of single malt scotch in front of him, and two glasses. One he was sipping, one was empty.
He was leaning forward his elbows, resting on his knees. "Malcolm Merlyn... You have... failed."
Malcolm knew he should have rested, taken at least a day more before he revealed himself to the city he loved. But things never worked out the way he wanted them to. Brick had made a play for the Glades and he needed to move. Now he was standing on top of a van giving a speech so cheesy that he'd be gagging if he had the energy for it. The important thing was the the people knew the Dark Arrow was back and that he wouldn't leave them again.
Sam tugged on his suit jacket for what seemed like the umpteenth time since he'd gotten off the elevator. "What the hell am I doing here," he muttered as he walked toward Malcolm Meryln's office. He was a crusading lawyer ready to fight for the little guy not a corporate shill. But saving Tommy's life in the earth quake last year apparently meant something because instead of being out of a job he was Meryln Global's new corporate lackey.
From hunter of the supernatural to a 9 to 5 job...Dean would find this funny as hell if he were here. But Dean wasn't here and Sam was, so it was time to suck it up and walk into his new office.
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