Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
Quinn avoided Star City as much as she could, the dank dark street held far too many bad memories that they tended to choke her until she could hardly breathe.
It didn't matter that Sara was alive and she had seen her, had even touched her and kissed her, she wasn't a figment of her imagination, the pain still existed and that was enough to cripple her emotionally.
This cafe was new though, it hadn't been here the when she left.
It had no part of the surroundings that make her weep or the texture of history that made her memories flood back like dark clouds.
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She felt safe.
Safe to pretend that she wasn't here, she hadn't returned again.
She needed to see Joe and this was the only place she could meet him.
Rachel had not been happy to answer the phone to her, Quinn swore she could hear the grinding of her teeth on the end of the line, but Joe had been happy to meet her, although Rachel hadn't been pleased to pass on the message.
Quinn looked up when the door opened, her brother's blonde head shining in the sunshine outside, she smiled her heart feeling lighter for seeing him again.
He walked towards her a goofy smile on his face.
"Quinn, what are you doing here?" His hands moved, Quinn's eyes intent on their every movement.
"I need some information, Joe."
He frowned at her.
"About Mom."
He turned away his face a mask of pain.
"What do you want to know?"
"Why is there a rumor that H.I.V.E is messed up with Damien Darhk?" She leaned forward a little and whispered to him so no one around them could hear.
He looked away again, his face turning a slight red. He knows something.
"Joseph, what is Mom messed up in?"
"The rumors are true Quinn." He sighed. "Mom wants revenge and Darhk is taking advantage of that."
She looked into his eyes, Darhk wasn't the end she knew it, there was more.
"And."
He looked into her eyes small trails of tears fell from his eyes. Sweet Joseph, you always were a sensitive child.
He nodded.
" Vandal Savage."
Quinn stared at him her eyes open wide in shock and disbelief, the room and activity around her seemed to stop and she took in what he had told her.
"Shit Savage, what is she playing at?"
A faint memory of the woman who had learned that she was being bullied at school when she was eight years old, she had marched to the school and played hell, and when the mother of the girl bullying her had shrugged it off as nothing Adeline had pounced.
