Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Multi Front Fights

I figured launching into an in depth conversation with Sam while Coyote wasn't feeling too hot wouldn't be the best idea so I put it on hold for now. Her left hand had wrapped around mine, it felt clammy and she had tucked her head into my stomach to try to block out more light. More things I wished I'd asked before letting her do something like this. I shifted my coat so it tented over her head, tried to focus on what we'd found out and what we should do next. This whole mass campaign thing wasn't really something I had a lot of practice in. I also kept my eyes on Sam, he seemed normal, at least normal for the situation. He kept checking for people following us and glanced back at us once or twice, but didn't say anything.

Facts were, we didn't know all that much more, we'd just confirmed suspicions, which I guess is something but still didn't give me a direction. Montana didn't sound right to me. Why the hell would Gordon have gone there? He knew killing Shayna would get us moving. Did the monsters really think we were that stupid or impulsive? That we'd tear off to parts unknown based on their word? Gordon sure as hell knew otherwise. I tried looking at things from their point of view, we'd usually show up out of nowhere, go in guns blazing, kill them and leave by the next day. Gordon knew everything that was involved in hunting but what if he wasn't running things? What if he was just taking advantage of the situation or whoever was running it was using him as bait for us? It'd become pretty clear that the end goal was to take out all hunters. The quickest way to pull hunters out of the woodwork was make a big ass scene, which they'd just done. Maybe monsters really did just think that we were idiots, reacting and not actually taking the initiative on anything. Technically that's what we did, react to what they had done. What they didn't know was how much work went into prepping ourselves to take them out. Pinstripe and his buddy hadn't seemed all that impressed by Gordon either, which could mean he was just a cog in the machine, or they were being dicks because he'd been a hunter first. Course, they could just hate him.

We pulled up to the motel, parked in front of the room and Roy parked next to us. "Hon? We're here." I told Coyote, she nodded and lifted up just enough so I could open the door and slide out. She got up, but she was moving slow, way too slow for my liking.

"No one was behind us," Oliver rolled down his window and looked up at us. "You two watch her, Felicity said our tagged friend has camped out somewhere. Roy's going to take me back. We'll keep an eye on him. When you decide to leave let us know. Roy will follow behind you until your outside city limits to make sure no one picks up your trail, then double back and we'll go from there. Sound good?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Sure."

Roy was backing out while Oliver's window was still rolling up, solid as hell, both of them. Coyote got her arm around me, Sam got the door and I helped her get to the nearest bed. I hadn't even finished helping her lie down when Sam appeared on the other side of the bed, three aspirins in the palm of right hand and a glass of water in his left. "Here."

"Thanks Sam," she mumbled as she took the aspirins and laid back down. "I'll be fine, just need a bit of time to recover."

I kissed her forehead, "All right. Sam and I need to talk though but we'll be right outside."

"Okay." She rolled onto her side and curled up.

I jerked my head towards the door, he frowned but walked out. I followed him and made sure to shut the door as quietly as I could. "First things first, when did you become the cold as ice guy?" I started out, "I mean, I get the threats to Crowley you told me about, but what the hell side of you did I just see?"

I had no idea why but that seemed to piss him off a lot more than it should, he actually leaned forward and got in my face before answering, "What? Are you the only one of us allowed to threaten monsters?"