I was getting some Lauryssa feels from Nyssa helping out Laurel and Laurel wanting to help her out with the League.

Nyssa walked briskly ahead of Laurel in the underground world below Starling City that belonged to the League of Assassins. She offered the woman a quick glance to see her nervously taking in her surroundings. If she was honest with herself, Nyssa could admit that she was feeling uneasy herself. She had no idea as to why her father had called for Laurel, but she knew that it would probably save the lives of her parents if Laurel came to his call. She also felt that it was best that she accompanied her for obvious reasons.

Once they reached the large doors that Nyssa knew her father was on the other side of, she stopped and turned to Laurel, "I understand that you are scared but do not show it. My father doesn't like weakness but do not come at him cocky. We do not want a confrontation on our hands", Laurel nodded at her advice.

"Why does he want to see me?" Laurel asked with confusion.

"I do not know", Nyssa answered with a shake of her head, "just do as I said and be cordial", with that said, Nyssa turned away from Laurel and opened the doors that would take them to her father. Just as she expected, he was placed at the head of the room in a large chair. Nyssa and Laurel entered the room and made their way over to him. They stopped some ways in front of him where Nyssa bowed to him in the form of getting down to her knee. Laurel looked at her in surprise but Nyssa did not meet her gaze.

Laurel opted not to follow her example and continued to stand just as she was. She looked up from Nyssa's form to meet the cold, blue eyes of Ra's Al Ghul. When she met his gaze, Laurel felt her stomach churn and her nerves kick it up several notches. He looked as deadly as she believed him to be.

For a long moment, he didn't speak as he examined them both. After finishing his inspection, he finally spoke, "stand, my child",

Nyssa followed his order and got to her feet, "father", she said softly. She felt a sense of familiarity overcome her. This was a routine they went through whenever she returned from a mission. That time seemed like a lifetime ago but it has been only two years since her departure from the League of Assassins. The white hot anger, hurt, and betrayal that she had felt when her father had chosen Oliver (and now a man named Bruce Wayne) over her has surprisingly simmered considerably since she's been away. A year ago she wouldn't have been able to stand the sight of her father.

"You came along with her", he said, flickering his eyes towards Laurel momentarily.

"I felt that it was best", Nyssa replied.

He didn't respond to her and turned his attention to the one he summoned. Laurel took a deep breath to calm herself as his gaze fell upon her, "do you know why I summoned you, girl?"

"No", she answered softly,

He stood up from his seat and made slowly approached her, "I have been keeping an eye on you, Ms. Lance", Nyssa felt some alarm at those words. They gave her some inkling as to why her father wanted to see Laurel, "I have seen you training and taking up the mantle of your sister to honor her," he said smoothly.

The knowledge of this made Laurel even more uneasy, she swallowed thickly before answering, "Why is that? Why have you been watching me?"

"At first it was to keep an eye on her", Ra's answered, shifting his gaze to his daughter who stiffened slightly by Laurel's side, "then, I began to notice you. You are a metahuman with a capability of a sonic scream, I find this to be a rather useful tool. One that is fighting to protect her city in any way that she can. I have also heard about your advancements in your training, seems like you catch on quite quickly",

Laurel smiled softly, "I have a good teacher", she looked at the corner of her eye to see Nyssa fight off a smile.

Ra's looked to Nyssa momentarily before answering, "Indeed you do. But it's more than that, Black Canary. You seem to be made out for this life. As though you were born for it,"

Laurel shook her head, her tresses shaking as she did, "I wasn't. It just happened",

"I think you were. Perhaps even more so than you sister", he replied coldly. Nyssa didn't react to his words due to knowing what he was trying to do, Laurel on the other hand stiffened considerably as her stare hardened. Nyssa glanced at her from the corner of her eye trying to send her a warning look, one that she did not catch.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Laurel asked in a harsher tone.

Ra's ignored her question and continued on, "You and I want the same thing in this world. That being a world where justice served and evil does not prevail. You can do that here with the League. I want you to join",

Nyssa's suspicions were confirmed to be true and this worried her. She knew what type of woman Laurel was and what her response would be. She also knew the repercussions for such a reply. Laurel on the other hand, looked at Ra's in complete surprise. This was not what she had been expecting and didn't know how to truly respond. After a moment from gathering her thoughts, she responded, "I'm no killer. The life of the League isn't for me",

Nyssa tensed slightly at Laurel's words. She knew that her father didn't take no for an answer. She watched as his jaw clenched at Laurel's rejection, "This is more than just killing, girl. This is the way to the perfect world. One that you fight for on the streets and in that court room you hold so dearly to your heart",

Laurel shook her head, "no, I fight for justice and to keep people safe. This is something else where you decide who has the right to live and die. I will never kill for you,"

"I will allow you to leave this place alive but know this, I do not take no for answer. You will either say yes or pay the price. The choice is yours, girl",

"Father, she is not one for this life at all. She doesn't have the killer instinct. It would be a mistake to bring her in", Nyssa spoke up in hopes of deterring her father from his interest in Laurel. She was not fit for the life of an assassin nor would she come easily into it, Nyssa was sure of it. Her father's want for Laurel to be a part of it was going to lead to a disastrous end. "I have trained her and guided her for the past year now. I know what she's willing to do and what she's capable of. Killing isn't exactly on that list,"

He regarded her with a stern stare for a second, "do not speak out of term", he turned his attention back to Laurel who had been watching the exchange between them with focused eyes, "you will join me", with that, Ra's left the room leaving the two women alone with his foot soldiers. Nyssa turned on her heel and began to head to the other exit with Laurel following suit. When they reached the doors Nyssa stopped a turned her attention to one of the guards at the door, "tell my father to leave her alone", Laurel perked up at Nyssa's words. They were eerily familiar to what she had told her father when he pointed a gun at her. After delivering her message Laurel and Nyssa left the underground lair.

Once they had returned to Laurel's apartment, Nyssa busied herself with making sure that it was secure. She made sure every entryway possible into the apartment was locked and rigged with an alarming device. She even went as far as setting up a trip wire in front of the front door, "they could come tonight", she murmured noticing Laurel's curious look.

"Do you need any help?" Laurel asked softly to which Nyssa shook her head no. She needed to do everything accordingly and didn't have time to make sure Laurel did everything appropriately. Laurel watched in fascination as Nyssa moved about. It was quite a sight to see Nyssa like this, when she has a set purpose and mission that needed to be completed. The current one being keeping her safe from the wrath of her father. Laurel was deeply touched by that, Nyssa willing to go against her father for her safety.

Once she was finished securing the apartment, Nyssa placed herself on the couch with her bow in hand and arrows strapped upon her back. Laurel came and sat beside her after turning off all the lights as instructed. When she was by her side, Nyssa turned to Laurel, "tomorrow we will prepare with the others to get ready to take on my father, again. We will need to move you somewhere else as well. I will cover you on your way to and from work,"

"Nyssa, I want to thank you for this. Standing up against your father for me. I know how much the League still means to you and this is more than I could possibly ask for", she said softly.

Nyssa responded in a soft voice, "It's nothing. I would do anything for you", she stared deeply into Laurel's green eyes.

Laurel smiled softly at her words and felt her heart melt, "that's rather sentimental of you,"

"I'm capable of it from time to time", Nyssa replied in the same soft voice. They fell into a comfortable silence as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Laurel took note of the way that Nyssa was currently staring at her. She had noticed that Nyssa had been giving her that look increasingly over the past few weeks. It reminded her of the way she used to look at Sara. Nyssa was the one who broke the eye contact by looking at the clock that was hanging on the wall, "it's getting late. You should head off to bed", Nyssa whispered when she turned her attention back to Laurel.

"Are you going to stay up all night on guard?" Laurel asked with a laugh in her voice.

Nyssa nodded, "it's not the first time. I will be fine",

"I could make you some coffee, Nyssa", Laurel offered but Nyssa refused. With that settled, Laurel leaned over to Nyssa, closing the space between them. Nyssa sat up straighter and felt her breathing become labored at Laurel's proximity. Laurel placed a soft kiss on her cheek and let her lips linger. Nyssa shivered at the contact and closed her eyes momentarily. She opened them when she felt Laurel pull away and met her heated gaze with one of her own, "goodnight, Nyssa", Laurel said softly with her face mere inches from Nyssa's. She didn't break eye contact as she slowly stood and turned to head to her bedroom. Nyssa watched her as she went, fighting the urge to follow after her. Nyssa let out a breath as Laurel's door closed with a soft click.

Nyssa sat back and rested her head against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling as she still felt the pull to follow after Laurel. She sighed as she felt a wave of shame wash over her. Her feelings for Laurel were wrong and disrespectful to Sara. Sara. She was the first person that Nyssa had ever truly loved. Who brought so many things into her life and her she was honoring her memory by falling for her sister.

Sara had been her heart and soul. Nyssa believed that when she died so did her ability to love but Laurel proved her wrong slowly over time. Her feelings for Laurel didn't develop instantaneously as they did with Sara. In fact, she barely realized how important Laurel became to her over time. It happened months ago when Laurel was shot one night. It had been terrifying looking down at her bleeding out and not being able to stop it. Nyssa had been petrified at the thought of losing her. It reminded her of when she thought Sara was dying in her arms. It was then that she was hit with the realization that she had fallen in love with Dinah Laurel Lance.

Nyssa was racked with guilt by how she disrespected the memory of her beloved. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change how she felt and her feelings only continued to grow. It became worse when she became aware of the longing gazes Laurel sent her way. Nyssa also noticed the guilt that laid underneath those looks. It seemed that Laurel felt ashamed of her feelings as well. Things between them became rather tense as they both put walls up and turned their friendship into one of purely business where Nyssa had a place to stay in return of training Laurel.

This had only lasted briefly when one morning, over an eerily silent breakfast, Laurel seemed to be fed up with the tension and stated that the way they were acting was stupid. They could still be friends as they were previously and whatever it was between them would pass over with time. But it hadn't and only seemed to be getting worse. Moments like the one they had shared like the one only minutes ago were becoming more and more common. Nyssa was sure that if they continued on like this, they were going to do something they would end up regretting. They were both women of honor and wouldn't dare do something to dishonor the memory of someone who they held so dearly to their hearts.

Nyssa sighed at her thoughts and sat up. She felt sleepiness seep into her as she stifled out a yawn. Perhaps she should've taken up Laurel's offer for coffee. Nyssa sat up even more in attention as Laurel's bedroom door opened and she slowly came out wearing some rather short sleeping shorts and tank top. Nyssa swallowed thickly at her appearance.

"Nyssa", Laurel said softly as she approached the former assassin. Her green eyes stared heatedly at Nyssa, a look which Nyssa returned.

"What is it, Laurel?" Laurel continued to come closer as she didn't answer. She stopped only when she was a hair's breath away from Nyssa who was still sitting on the couch.

Laurel raised her hand and brushed away fallen strands away from Nyssa's face, "I want you",

Nyssa's eyes widened at her words, "we can't, Laurel", she said as she grabbed Laurel's hand to remove it from her person in an attempt to put a stop to this. However, Laurel would not be deterred and straddled Nyssa, placing herself in her lap.

Laurel rested her forehead against Nyssa's, "why not? We both want this", she whispered seductively. Nyssa closed her eyes tightly as she felt her control slipping. It fell even more through her fingers as Laurel brought her lips directly above her ear, "I want you to make love to me, Nyssa", she whispered, striking a cord within Nyssa, who reacted by grabbing her roughly by the hair and bringing her lips to hers in a brutal kiss. Nyssa groaned at the contact as Laurel returned her kiss with the same vigor. Nyssa forced her tongue into Laurel's mouth and let her hands freely roam her body. They went from Laurel's hair, to her back, and settled on her ass where Nyssa gave a squeeze, eliciting a moan from the lawyer. Her hands worked their way up to the hem of her top and pushed it up and over Laurel's head, breaking the kiss.

Nyssa took her in with hungry eyes for a moment before pulling her closer by the waist and attacking her neck with small bites followed by kisses, "Nyssa", Laurel moaned softly as she lulled her head to the side to give Nyssa more access who took advantage of it and began to set a trail to her shoulder. She also slid one hand up Laurel's back to unhook her bra.

Just as she had finished unfastening it, Nyssa heard the familiar whooshing sound of an arrow and felt Laurel tense in her arms. She pulled back in confusion to see Laurel's face contorted in pain and blood dripping from her mouth. She then looked down in horror to see and arrow protruding from Laurel's stomach. "I told you, girl. Your heart makes you weak", Nyssa heard the deep baritone of her father's voice. She looked beyond Laurel's shoulder to see him standing before them with another arrow drawn back, ready to land the killing blow.

"Father, no!" she yelled as he shot the arrow off to kill Laurel. Nyssa woke with a start. In a single movement, she jumped from her position on the couch and pointed her bow, with an arrow drawn at Laurel who stood right outside her bedroom with a worried look on her face. She raised her hands in a sign of peace and slowly approached Nyssa who was still feeling the effects of her nightmare. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her eyes were wild.

"Nyssa, are you alright? I heard you scream and you look like you've just seen a ghost", Laurel said with concern.

Nyssa slowly lowered her weapon and took a shuddering breath to calm her ragged nerves. She stood up straight and put her stoic mask back in place, "I'm fine", she said lowly. She started to make her way to the kitchen, "go back to bed", she said, not looking back at Laurel.

Laurel ignored her order and followed after her. Nyssa heard her footsteps and opted to ignore her. When she got to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. Laurel stopped in the way leading to the kitchen and watched her friend with concerned eyes, "is everything okay?" she asked softly. The assassin ignored her while she unscrewed the cap took a big gulp of water. Laurel sighed and decided to drop it for now. She walked into to the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee. As she was setting the pot up, she felt Nyssa's eyes on her.

"This isn't about you", Nyssa murmured softly as she placed her water bottle on the counter. Laurel stopped with what she was doing and turned to look at Nyssa in confusion. "My father wanting you to join isn't about you. It's about me, I realized. He's targeting you to get to me. He knows me inside out and he just knew", Nyssa stopped mid-sentence and looked away from Laurel.

Laurel felt the weight of Nyssa's unspoken words and didn't know how to respond. This was a subject they avoided after restarting their friendship. It was strange how it was Laurel who decided it was best to ignore their feelings completely. She was usually the one to get Nyssa to talk about what was bothering her or what she was feeling. After mulling it over, Laurel decided to tackle bigger problem at hand and continue to avoid the other issue right along with Nyssa's unfinished sentence. "Regardless of why he's doing this, we stick to the plan. We prepare to take them on", Laurel suggested.

Nyssa shook her head, "no. I will not have you risking your lives for me. I will do as he wants and become a member once more",

Laurel's looked at her in slight alarm, "you want to go back?"

"It would be for the best",

"How can you go back so easily and bid to his will? That's not you anymore",

"I was born into that life, Laurel. It's in my veins and for the longest time it was the only thing I had known. No matter what, it is a part of who I am. For most of my life it was my entire being",

Laurel didn't seem satisfied with Nyssa's words. Laurel looked rather pained as she struggled with herself. Nyssa going back home would mean losing her completely, "Nyssa, I can't lose you", she said honestly.

Nyssa smiled rather sadly at that, "you never had me", she said softly. It hurt to see the look on Laurel's face at those words but it was true.

"It's not the way I want it but it's the way it has to be", she whispered.

"I know. That's part of the reason why this is best. I can't keep living this lie, Laurel. It's best if we go our separate ways. On top of how dangerous it is for me to not do what he wants me to do. I have to go back", Nyssa said softly, "we agreed that nothing would ever happen between us because of Sara. We are going to stick to that agreement and I'm going home with my father",

A certain light ignited in Laurel's eyes, "we'll live by this agreement tomorrow", she stated before closing the distance between them and kissing Nyssa hard on the mouth. Nyssa returned it and pulled her closer by the waist. Laurel yielded to the feel of Nyssa's tongue against her lips and allowed her entry. Laurel groaned at the feeling of Nyssa's tongue against hers and pushed her backwards and into the counter. The kiss became more and more heated as their hands began to roam. Laurel broke the kiss and pulled Nyssa's quiver up and over her head, she then dropped it mindlessly on the ground. She went on to unhook Nyssa's cloak which followed the same path as the quiver. Nyssa pulled her into another kiss and started to move them towards Laurel's room. They shed the rest of their clothing along the way.

Hours later, as dawn was breaking, Nyssa pulled herself from Laurel's warm embrace. She got up, dressed, and gathered what she needed for her journey. Once she was ready to leave she hesitated at the door. She glanced back at the door to Laurel's room and felt the pull to join her in bed again. She walked slowly and quietly to the room and stood in the doorway. She watched Laurel sleep for some minutes. The previous night's events came to the forefront of Nyssa's mind. They had started off urgent and needy, both burning off all the pent up sexual tension. Then things slowed and every touch, caress, and kiss was filled with the love they felt.

Nyssa swallowed the lump in her throat right along with the memories. She needed to get going. She turned and left the apartment to go back to the League of Assassins, leaving behind her heart and a letter next to Laurel's pillow.

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