Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

We've Got Work To Do

I gave her another kiss but ended it sooner than the first one. If I didn't I'd probably never leave, she understood and backed away. All those emotions she'd been showing vanished. She was back to business, that helped me focus. I got my bathroom stuff, just in case we'd be gone for a few days, packed clothes, walked past her to my old room and rooted around under the bed for the box of bullets. It was right where I'd left it, "Perfect, looks like I'm back in business." I told her as she waited in the threshold of the room.

"You know, Sam does have a point about the silenced 9 mils being a lot less likely to attract attention."

I stood back up and shoved the box into my bag. "Pssh, if I'm killing something I want the full effect. Firing one of those things is just so damn anti-climatic."

"Ahh, I see, it's a mood thing."

"Exactly. If I'm hunting, it's going to be loud and old school."

Laughter danced in her eyes but she managed not to smile, "Just like Baby huh?"

"Damn straight!" I managed to keep the mood light-ish but inside I was anything but. I needed the Purgatory blade. I'd already decided that was how I was going to end Gordon this time, then I was going to torch his fucked up ass and make damn sure he stayed down there. I made my way back to where the rest of them were, I hadn't seen the blade when I went into the armory the first time. Sam probably filed it somewhere under weapons we don't ever want to see again. "Hey."

Sam looked up from his laptop, "Yeah?"

I was starting to wonder if he'd even started packing yet. Then I realized he probably still had a bag always packed like I used to. "Where's my blade? The one I brought back."

It took him a second, I'd brought a few things back over the years, "From Purgatory?"

"Yup."

He hesitated as his eyes shifted to Coyote who was next to me, I saw her nod slightly. Apparently they were tag teaming keeping an eye on me, I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised. "Back of the armory, cabinet, here." He tossed me a set of keys. "The green one."

I caught the keys and looked at them. He'd bought those color coded key holder things, I just hope the lock wasn't painted green to make it overtly obvious which key went where. That would sort of defeat the purpose of having a secret lair and all. I chose not to say that out loud though, "Got it. Thanks."

Coyote chose not to follow me, she'd said and done everything she could for now. Ultimately, me staying on an even keel was up to me, she knew it, so did I. I opened the door to the armory, located the cabinet, the lock was not painted green, unlocked it and opened the door. All my old weapons that Sam chose not to use were there and they were spotless. He'd maintained them just like I would have, damn. My machete was there, most of my guns, my favorite sawed off, the Purgatory blade, they all gleamed in the bright white light from the ceiling fixtures. I knew he'd maintain Baby but part of me expected him to just lock these up. Sam's always liked to carry less stuff and be more efficient and Roy wouldn't use the guns as much as I did. I should have known better. I checked the barrels of some of the guns, there wasn't even the slightest bit of dust and they were all freshly oiled. I wondered how many times he'd cleaned them since I'd moved out and what he thought of when he did. Even though in a lot of ways he's always been the most independent of the two of us, it had to get to him being here all alone. Sam was never one for solitude. I didn't feel guilty for moving out, it was probably the only thing that had saved me, but seeing this, it felt like Sam was somehow a guardian of part of me, my past. Which was a damn weird thing to feel. Or maybe he'd just always known at some point or other I'd be back in it and would be pissed as hell if my stuff was dirty. I'd go with that, less weird.