Sanctuary Secrets Sacrifice

Dancing the Line

"There's a reason why anger, fear, and hatred are paths to the dark side:

they all spring from a single source -

the same source as a certain flavor of love.

A dangerously sweet, addictive flavor."

-Matthew Stover

They'd some how found themselves in a waiting game. Felicity had reached out to Barry in hopes of getting the CCPD involved. The team was pretty beat, but it still took some convincing for them to go home for a bit and regroup before trying to dive back into this search. Oliver and Katie still lingered in the bunker alone. Oliver was sitting, barely able to keep his eyes open as he watched his wife pace back and forth in front of him. He would walk over to stop her, but he knows she'd just be back up again, diving into her head.

"Tell me what you're thinking?" he asks, his voice revealing his exhaustion clearly.

"Today when Darhk was here I felt it." she says glancing over to Oliver. "It was strange, it was just this sensation, or this instinct I felt and I had absolutely no doubt it was him. It's happened before. Back when you guys tried to set him up, and he used his powers on you, I just had this sudden sensation, like I could some how feel the power as well." she shook her head. "Maybe it's the side affects of the rose. Maybe it's creating this connection between the two of us." she finally stopped pacing and turned to Oliver and could see the exhaustion written all over his face. "You need to go to sleep." she glanced around. "Should we go home?" she looked back to Oliver who sighed before standing to his feet. He didn't answer her question, and she could only assume why. "Right, I shouldn't-"

"Twinkie, that's not-"

"You should get some sleep." she glanced over to the room that after all this time just seemed out of place. "Constantine actually left that room in perfect shape, and cleaned up after himself, so you should-" Oliver's hands are suddenly wrapped around her waist, but her eyes don't look to his. She's not oblivious to the fact that the events of today haven't just been erased. It's still there, and it's still fresh, and she knows he will always remember it. "If you don't think I should be near her, if you worry-"

"No." Oliver brought a hand to her cheek and she turned to finally meet his eyes. "I have no doubt that you would never hurt Robyn. It's just-" he let out another sigh. "Today was supposed to be a happy day. I got to marry the woman I love again, and right now we're supposed to be blissfully happy on our honeymoon. And now it's not a happy day. Now Ari and William are being used as pawns to hurt me, and to hurt you, and it's just not fair. I just wanted one day."

The next morning Oliver's eyes opened, looking up to the pale white ceiling before turning with a frown to empty space beside him. He sat up from the bed before reaching over to turn on the light allowing him to see the room fully. They did end up sleeping in the room of the hideout, in hopes of not being too far if news from the CCPD came in.

"Twinkie?" Oliver stood from the bed and walked over to the bathroom that was slightly cracked open. He pushed open the door only to find it empty as well. Oliver could usually sense when the woman was gone after only a couple of minutes, but now he fears his exhaustion had somehow overpowered those instincts. He was suddenly nervous. He fears that in the couple of hours that he'd been sleep, maybe his wife's anger got the best of her and that darkness had once again taken over. Oliver bolted for the door, only to stop noticing the piece of paper taped to it with his name written on the front. He quickly pulled it from the door, and unfolded it to read the message.