Speed Demons |Flash Fanfiction|

Chapter 13 Calm Down

   "Cisco!" I shouted, leaning out of my small glass room. "Bolts? Where?"

   "Not until you tell me what you're making!" Cisco shouted back from where he was still tinkering with the boomerang.

   "Not until you tell me where the bolts are!"

   "Not until-!"

   "What are you two arguing about?" Oliver's familiar voice asked.

   I swiveled my chair around and almost crashed into my doorway. Oliver stood in the large entryway to the Cortex. He was looking from where Cisco now stood in his own doorway to me. I got up and slammed the door behind me after I'd left. Not that it did much good. All of my walls were glass except for the bottom half, which was made of steel.

   "You don't have any bolts do you Oliver?" I asked sweetly.

   Oliver frowned at me. "Why would I have bolts?"

   I gave him a reproachful look. "Please... I know things."

   Oliver sighed. "No. Not right now I don't."

   "Dang it!" I turned to Cisco. "Ciiiiissscooooo?"

   Cisco shook his head. "Not until-"

   "All I need is a bolt! Then I'll be done and you can see it!"

   Cisco seemed to be having an inward battle with himself. He hesitated then said, "Fine. Second drawer of the toolbox."

   I grinned and pulled out the entire second drawer, shooting over to my work space and plunking it down on the table before shooting out again. "What did you want Oliver?"

   "To talk," Oliver cast a sidelong look at Cisco. "Somewhere else."

   Cisco looked a little confused but didn't object as we started for the door. 

   Oliver led the way outside and started down the sidewalk. People stared at us as we walked, clearly wondering why Oliver Queen was hanging out with a lanky girl wearing a t-shirt that read, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good', and worn out jeans.

   The sky was almost black. Only two stars twinkled in the darkness as the streetlamps started to turn on with little pops.

   "So, what does the famous Oliver want with me?" I asked, smirking up at him.

   Oliver rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you think this is between Oliver and Skye."

   I frowned. "Oh... so it's not just a 'hey how you doing?' type thing?"

   "Skye..."

   I gave him a small smile. "Just say what you want to say. Spark's listening."

   Oliver gave me a slightly amused look and slipped into an alley. "Is she talking too?"

   "No. Spark's voice is really loud. It echoes."

   Oliver nodded, as if this made sense. "Right. Do you really think Barry went unaffected?"

   I started to say yes, then stopped. I remembered everything he'd said after seeing the man. The way he'd responded to Oliver's, very Arrow-like, question about timing, and his grumbling at me after getting shot. "No."

   Oliver nodded again. "I'm worried about what he'll do. To the city... and himself..."

   "That is, unfortunately, not very surprising. Considering what he does when he get angry. I just hope-" I stopped, looking up at the burned warehouse Oliver had just led me to. "How did you know about this place?"