Sapphire Ruby (Book Two, Arrow)

chapter 14 ⚔ Time of Death

It was a few days later.

Jill had had been given time to heal and deal. She was training with both Sara and Oliver, who were both shirtless, wearing a sports bar. They were using staffs. She spun to hit her staff against Oliver's, turning to hit it against Sara's. Sara tried to hit her with her staff. Jill raised hers to block the move. Sara spun around, trying to hit both of them. Jill and Oliver both jumped back to back her miss. Sara tried to hit Jill. Jill raised her staff to block the move. Sara spun to try and hit Oliver. Oliver ducked. Jill hit Sara in the side with her staff, spinning to try and hit Oliver. Oliver raised his staff to block the move. Sara lunged toward Jill with her staff. Jill raised her staff over her head to block the move, turning to push her away. Oliver tried to hit Jill with his staff. Jill used hers to block the move, turning to try and hit him. Oliver raised his staff to block the move. Oliver swung his staff toward Jill. Jill ducked. 

John and Felicity watched them, listening to a few more exchanging blows.

Jill spun her staff to hit Oliver in the leg, smacking the staff against his, spinning to try and hit him in the head. Oliver ducked. Sara hit Jill in the side where her stitches were fading accidentally.

"Sara!" Felicity told her.

"Jill, I'm sorry," Sara told her.

Jill sighed. "It's okay. I'm fine."

Jill turned away, looking down at the fading stitches. There were only a few drops of blood.

Oliver walked closer. "Let me see." Jill shook her head, insisting that she was fine. Oliver gave her a look for more of the characteristic stubbornness. "Let me see." Jill sighed, turning to face him. Oliver checked her stitches. "She's bleeding, but it's not deep."

Jill sighed. "God, I wish these would just hurry up and heal. I can't take any more scars."

Sara looked at a scar exposed on John's leg. "Speaking of, mortar round?"

"Yeah," John answered. "IED, the Paktika province in Afghanistan. Good eye."

"I know my wounds," Sara told them. She showed them a scar on her leg. "Grenade. Algiers."

"I've never been hit by a grenade," Oliver told them.

"All those scars, you've never been hit by a grenade?" John asked.

Oliver pointed at his scars. "Arrow, knife, knife. A lot of bullets, no grenades."

"Out of all the scars you have, none of you have them shaped like Wolverine claws," Jill told them.

Amy walked in with food and drinks, watching them talk. "I'm mostly swords and a spear."

Jill looked at Amy, a little awkward since after the big family secret revealed.

"I have a scar," Felicity told them. They all looked at her. "It's in my mouth. I had my wisdom teeth removed when I was 16. Three stitches. They were really badly impacted."

Amy smiled. "You're still cute."

"We should get going," Jill told them. "You don't want to be late for your own 'welcome back to life' party."

"You guys didn't have to throw us a party," Sara told them.

"Sara, Amy, when you come back from the dead, you get a party," Oliver told them. "It's a Queen family tradition."

"I don't know how well that's going to work with the Lance family tradition of holding grudges forever," Sara told them. She looked at Amy and Jill teasingly. "Although, I doubt that Laurel's grudges have anything on Nyssa or Ra's' grudges." Jill sighed, looking down. Amy tilted her head at Sara. "Too soon?"