Disclaimer: I don't own the Arrowverse.

A/N: This is a repost of a one-shot I wrote some time back but updated to include some material from my briefly-lived story, "Arrow: Second Chance". As for why I'm posting it? Figure its either now or the next time that I'm feeling angry and bitter at Guggenheim.

Arrow:

Swan Song

By

ArlyssTolero

Oliver Queen watched as the gathered heroes started the 'after-party' as Nate Heywood had called it and turned, leaving the hangar. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate. The Dominators had reopened some very old wounds, and it was better that he wasn't around anyone right now, especially Barry and Sara, considering their roles (however great or small those had been) in the event that had haunted him for months. Oliver had never been a man who believed in such things as soulmates, even if he acknowledged that souls had to exist thanks to Constantine and the introduction he had received to the world of magic, demons, and angels. But when Laurel had died on that hospital bed, Oliver had felt as if something had torn inside of him, and he had been running on auto-pilot ever since.

"Hey, are you leaving without saying goodbye?" a voice asked, and Oliver stopped, taking a moment to register who had spoken to him. It was Kara Danvers, Supergirl, the alien from another reality. Oliver turned to face her and noted, with some relief, that she was alone.

"Go back and enjoy the party," he said shortly as he approached his bike, digging into his pocket for the keys. "I'm not the person anyone wants to be around right now." He swung one leg over his bike and inserted the key. "And goodbye, Kara. Good luck with things back in your own reality." Oliver turned the ignition and then put on his helmet. He peeled away before Kara could say anything more.

Kara watched him go, troubled, but turned and returned to the party. She didn't know enough about Oliver Queen, beyond what she had seen here, to judge why he acted the way he did. If someone asked if she knew where he went, she'd tell them, but she got the impression that aside from the people who had come with him to the initial meet-up, most of the Earth-1 heroes kept their distance from the man. Considering his bristly nature, she wasn't too surprised.

"Hey, Kara," Barry greeted, handing her a beer, which she took out of politeness; it wasn't like she could get drunk thanks to her alien metabolism. "So, that was pretty crazy."

"Eh, it's an average day for me," Kara said with a shrug.

"Yeah, I think I'll stick to meta's and the occasional cunning non-meta," Barry said with a chuckle. "Hopefully the Dominators are the last invasion we see for a while."

"Next invasion I know of is in 2266," Sara said off-handedly as she approached, just as Barry took a drink. He choked and sputtered, spraying an unfortunate Kara with her beer. She looked at him with a scandalized look on her face. "Sorry," Sara added, grinning in a way that showed that that wasn't the case at all.

"And how do you know this? Aside from being a time traveler?" Barry asked.

"Vandal Savage was the choice of the Council of Time Masters, Rip's old bosses, to lead the human race against some species called Thanagarians," Sara replied with a shrug. "But they needed to nudge him a little. So, they created a loop of sorts: Savage kills Rip's family, Rip vows revenge, and recruits a team to take down Savage. They were able to manipulate everything because of something called the Oculus." Sara's smile faded. "Snart died destroying that thing. He gave us the chance to stop Savage once and for all."

"But that invasion is still gonna be a thing?" Barry asked.

"Not sure, to be honest," Sara admitted. "Kind of don't want to go to that year to find out…" She looked around, frowning. "Where's Ollie?"

"Dunno," Barry said, craning his neck as he looked around for his brooding friend.

"He left," Kara said, and two pairs of eyes turned to her. "I saw him duck out. When I asked him if he was leaving, he said he wasn't the person anyone wanted to be around right now and said goodbye. He took off before I could say anything else."

"Okay, that's not good," Sara said, rubbing her forehead.

"Why?" Barry asked.

"The Dominators, they trapped us in the perfect dream world, to try and keep us from wanting to escape," Sara said. Barry still looked confused. "Barry, who do you think Oliver would marry if he had the chance at a normal life?"

"Felicity," Barry said instantly, and Kara looked at Barry in surprise. She had not gotten that impression at all from the grouchy archer and the perky tech whiz. When she looked at Sara, she saw a similar expression of disbelief. Barry noticed both those looks but focused more on Sara's since Kara didn't know Oliver much at all. "Uh, I mean, they were engaged…"

"Oliver didn't believe he was worthy of the woman he loved," Sara said. "And in the dream world, he got the chance to see what would've happened if he was. It wasn't Felicity he was about to marry in that world, Barry. It was my sister. She was, and always had been, the love of his life. But he didn't think he was worthy of her, and so he settled for someone else, someone who also knew his secret and had spent their time working with him. I think he did that as much to try and protect Laurel as he did because he didn't feel he was worthy of her." Sara stepped forward. "Laurel was Oliver's Iris, Barry. Imagine losing Iris, and then experiencing a world where you got the chance to marry her, only to lose that all over again. What kind of state would that put you in?"

"We need to find him," Barry said instantly.

"No," Sara said with a shake of her head. "I already know where he's going."

*DC*

Oliver left out a scoff of his disgust when he saw the two figures that he didn't want to see waiting for him. "Go back to Central City and your time ship," he said, brushing passed them on his way to his destination.

"Ollie, I get it," Sara said softly. "I was in that dream world, too. I loved her, too."

"You have a funny way of showing it," Oliver muttered darkly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sara asked, feeling a cold sense of dread forming in her stomach. She and Oliver hadn't talked much since Laurel's death; in fact, this meet-up was the first time since she left with the Legends that she had seen her old friend, and she wished she had talked to him before now.

"It means, Sara, that you haven't changed one bit," Oliver said, turning to face her since it was clear this confrontation would happen. "You still run away when things are tough. You ran to the League when I needed you the most. You ran to Tibet and then to Rip when you were brought back. And when Laurel died, your idea of honoring her was run away and travel through time instead of staying and fighting for the city that she died protecting! You wouldn't even be alive if not for your sister, and you can't even honor her that much!"

Sara flinched back as if struck by Oliver's words.

"Oliver-" Barry began, but stopped as Oliver glared at him.

"Don't even talk, Barry," Oliver said. "As far as I'm concerned, you have some blame. If I hadn't been trying to be a hero in the light, if I hadn't been trying to be like you, I could've killed Darhk long before that night at Iron Heights." Oliver turned away from them both. "Now, get out of here, both of you. I neither need, nor do I want, your company."

Barry felt something inside of him warning that if he and Sara left Oliver here like this now, they would never see him alive again. Barry knew there was only one way to prolong Oliver doing something drastic, but it would mean revealing a secret to these two that he and his team had kept from them all this time. "Oliver, I get it, you lost the woman you love," Barry said quietly. "I would be so lost, so without hope, if I lost Iris that I would do anything to end the pain. But… But Laurel isn't completely lost to you."

Oliver, who had turned away in preparation of heading towards the headstone of Laurel Lance, turned back. "What are you talking about, Barry?" Oliver asked, his voice quiet and his tone calm. Sara inwardly winced and hoped whatever Barry was gonna say was good, because that tone usually preceded pain for the one it was aimed at.

"During Zoom's invasion, his last surviving lieutenant was tasked with destroying the headquarters of technology giants in Central City," Barry said. "A metahuman with the power of a sonic scream, she attacked at night, when there were skeleton crews. She calls herself Black Siren, and she's Laurel's doppelganger."

Oliver was silent as he processed this while Sara stared at Barry in disbelief. Oliver stepped forward slowly, and the two began to relax, thinking Barry's comment had reached him. Then Oliver struck out with a vicious right hook, catching Barry in the jaw and whipping the slender young man around. Barry fell to his knees facing away from Oliver and Sara bent to try and help him. "And what is it you expect me to be happy about, Barry?" Oliver demanded to know as the younger man struggled to his feet with Sara's help. "Do you expect me to demand to see this other Laurel, to talk to her myself and determine if she's anything like the Laurel I lost? Would you accept another, twisted version of Iris if it was presented to you?" Barry flinched back at that. "I thought not. Now, as I said, both of you, get the hell out of here." Oliver began to walk away again.

Barry stared at Oliver's back as the man headed towards the grave before taking Sara around the shoulders. Tears were cascading down the blonde's cheeks. "Come on, we'll try again when he's calmer," he said quietly, and vanished in a blur of lightning.

Oliver stepped up to the grave marker. "Can you imagine the gall Barry had, trying to turn me away from this using the taunt of another you, one twisted by a madman no less? As if you could be so easily replaced by anyone wearing your face. You had a light about you, Laurel, a light that drew me in even before the island. You were always better than I deserved. Kind, compassionate, willing to put your life on the line for the sake of others. You were the true essence of what it is to be a hero, and when I got the chance to see what life could've been like for us, I nearly let myself continue to live in that dream world. Because the real world is a dark, lonely place without you and your light in it." Oliver knelt down and brushed a hand over the name carved into the headstone. "I'm sorry, Laurel. I'm so sorry that I never told you how I felt; that I never told you that you were always the one for me. And I'm sorry that we can never be together." Oliver reached into his jacket and retrieved the pistol he had grabbed from the Bunker before coming here. "I just hope I get the chance to see you before I burn." Oliver put the gun to his temple, clicked the safety off, and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, and I love you," he whispered before pulling the trigger.

A/N: This isn't really a story one hopes people enjoyed since it has Oliver committing suicide at Laurel's grave.

Sara runs away from her problems too much after she gets brought back to life.

Oliver's words reflect how I felt once the whole 'redemption for Black Siren' arc was finished. Despite the fact I initially supported the hashtag, the truth is that everything they did with Laurel-2, from her arguing for Oliver to be released from prison to her sitting beside him as he was interviewed to her being interviewed for the documentary to her following Emiko after hearing who killed Diaz to her finally putting on the Black Canary outfit… after every single point the only thought in my head was how much more impactful these moments would have been with Earth-1 Laurel. And honestly, seeing Laurel-2 in Laurel-1's suit, the same suit she tried to blow up at the beginning of Season 6, tore at my heart so I was happy they developed a new suit for Laurel-2 in Season 8. I couldn't have accepted her in Laurel-1's suit the entire season.