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[#033] The Jury's Out But My Choice Is You (Arrow)
Theme Prompt: #033 – Jury’s Out
Title: The Jury’s Out But My Choice Is You
Fandom: Arrow (DCTV)
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 886
Summary: It’s her first big case as a member of CNRI and in addition to wanting to win for her client – which she does, desperately. They deserve this win – she also wants to win for herself.
“Laurel, wearing a rut in the courthouse floor is not going to make your verdict come back any faster.”
Laurel Lance doesn’t pause in her steps, barely glancing over at her second chair as she continues to walk back and forth across the marble floors of the Starling City courthouse. It’s her first big case as a member of CNRI and in addition to wanting to win for her client – which she does, desperately. They deserve this win – she also wants to win for herself. It’d be a great way to let the world know that she is a contender in this town, no matter what her lack of experience may seem to indicate. Joanna, on the other hand, simply wants her to stop driving her crazy, and Laurel knows that. She hears her. She just doesn’t want to listen to her.
“You don’t know that,” Laurel fires back. “Maybe my pacing actually makes time go faster.”
Joanna gives her a flat look at that, before shaking her head and getting to her feet. “No. It doesn’t. In fact, we are going to get out of here. The jury probably isn’t going to be back for a while anyway.”
Laurel looks hesitant at that, unsure for a moment, before she swallows and nods. “You’re right. You’re right. We should go back to the office. They’ll call us when the jury comes back.”
“Nope. We’re not going back to work. We’re going to get a drink.”
“Wait, what?” Joanna’s hands are on Laurel’s shoulders before she can protest further, turning her around and marching her towards the door. Laurel has no choice but to follow her friend’s lead, letting herself be swept away, even though she doesn’t necessarily want to be. “Joanna, we can’t just – ”
“Oh, we absolutely can just,” Joanna points out as they finally get to the door of the courthouse, when the other woman stops and turns Laurel to face her. Laurel is about to retort when Joanna cuts her off. “I know what today is, Laurel.”
Laurel falls silent almost immediately, because she knows what today is too. Four years since the Queen’s Gambit went down and took her sister and her boyfriend with it. She purses her lips for a moment, before closing her eyes and shaking her head. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, too bad. This obsession with work has got to stop sometime. It’s not helping anyone.”
“It’s helping our clients.”
“It’s not helping you.” Joanna sighs. “You’re never going to heal if you don’t actually talk about it, Laurel. So we are going to get a drink, and we’re not going to talk about work, and we are going to get you out of this rut. You got me?”
Laurel sighs, before nodding and holding out her hand for Joanna to lead, since she seems to be making all the decisions tonight. “I got you.”
Joanna takes it and nods with a smile. “Good.”
* * * * *
“Part of me is still waiting for them to come home, you know?”
They’re a few drinks in at this point, and while Laurel isn’t tipsy, exactly, she’s a little more loose lipped than she was at the courthouse. It’s a rare state for her, really, because after her father’s alcoholism, it’s been a long time since she’s had even a glass of wine, but she hadn’t forgotten how easy it is to feel floaty and free when most of the time she’s all too weighed down by grief.
Joanna twirls the straw on her drink. “So you can be angry in person?”
“Yeah, that.” There’s a pause as Laurel plays with the rim of her wine glass. “But … I can’t forgive them if they’re dead either. And I still love them.” Her love of Oliver may not be the same as it used to be, but she’s known him since they were children. Laurel’s life without Oliver in it is a much colder place, and she doesn’t like it. And Sara is her sister. That kind of love doesn’t just go away, no matter what they’ve done. “I’d forgive them in a heartbeat if they just came back and gave me the chance to.”
“You really mean that? Because if they actually did do that, I’m not quite sure you’d feel the same way.”
“Maybe not,” Laurel purses her lips for a moment. “Maybe you’re right, maybe I’ll just be angry in person. Unload the last four years of anger and grief in one fell swoop but even then, maybe I’ll finally feel better. Not like all of this is dragging me down all the time.”
“I get that,” Joanna says softly, before reaching forward and giving her friend’s hand a squeeze. “You know you can always unload on me, right? I’ll have your back, no matter what.”
“I do,” Laurel says with a small smile, before finishing off her wine and nodding. “And you’re right. I did need this.”
“Good. You should remember this moment later, because I am always right.” Joanna smirks again, and is about to say something else when both of their phones go off at the same time. “Looks like the jury’s back.”
Laurel takes a deep breath and nods in agreement. “Alright. Let’s go face the music.”
Title: The Jury’s Out But My Choice Is You
Fandom: Arrow (DCTV)
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 886
Summary: It’s her first big case as a member of CNRI and in addition to wanting to win for her client – which she does, desperately. They deserve this win – she also wants to win for herself.
“Laurel, wearing a rut in the courthouse floor is not going to make your verdict come back any faster.”
Laurel Lance doesn’t pause in her steps, barely glancing over at her second chair as she continues to walk back and forth across the marble floors of the Starling City courthouse. It’s her first big case as a member of CNRI and in addition to wanting to win for her client – which she does, desperately. They deserve this win – she also wants to win for herself. It’d be a great way to let the world know that she is a contender in this town, no matter what her lack of experience may seem to indicate. Joanna, on the other hand, simply wants her to stop driving her crazy, and Laurel knows that. She hears her. She just doesn’t want to listen to her.
“You don’t know that,” Laurel fires back. “Maybe my pacing actually makes time go faster.”
Joanna gives her a flat look at that, before shaking her head and getting to her feet. “No. It doesn’t. In fact, we are going to get out of here. The jury probably isn’t going to be back for a while anyway.”
Laurel looks hesitant at that, unsure for a moment, before she swallows and nods. “You’re right. You’re right. We should go back to the office. They’ll call us when the jury comes back.”
“Nope. We’re not going back to work. We’re going to get a drink.”
“Wait, what?” Joanna’s hands are on Laurel’s shoulders before she can protest further, turning her around and marching her towards the door. Laurel has no choice but to follow her friend’s lead, letting herself be swept away, even though she doesn’t necessarily want to be. “Joanna, we can’t just – ”
“Oh, we absolutely can just,” Joanna points out as they finally get to the door of the courthouse, when the other woman stops and turns Laurel to face her. Laurel is about to retort when Joanna cuts her off. “I know what today is, Laurel.”
Laurel falls silent almost immediately, because she knows what today is too. Four years since the Queen’s Gambit went down and took her sister and her boyfriend with it. She purses her lips for a moment, before closing her eyes and shaking her head. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, too bad. This obsession with work has got to stop sometime. It’s not helping anyone.”
“It’s helping our clients.”
“It’s not helping you.” Joanna sighs. “You’re never going to heal if you don’t actually talk about it, Laurel. So we are going to get a drink, and we’re not going to talk about work, and we are going to get you out of this rut. You got me?”
Laurel sighs, before nodding and holding out her hand for Joanna to lead, since she seems to be making all the decisions tonight. “I got you.”
Joanna takes it and nods with a smile. “Good.”
“Part of me is still waiting for them to come home, you know?”
They’re a few drinks in at this point, and while Laurel isn’t tipsy, exactly, she’s a little more loose lipped than she was at the courthouse. It’s a rare state for her, really, because after her father’s alcoholism, it’s been a long time since she’s had even a glass of wine, but she hadn’t forgotten how easy it is to feel floaty and free when most of the time she’s all too weighed down by grief.
Joanna twirls the straw on her drink. “So you can be angry in person?”
“Yeah, that.” There’s a pause as Laurel plays with the rim of her wine glass. “But … I can’t forgive them if they’re dead either. And I still love them.” Her love of Oliver may not be the same as it used to be, but she’s known him since they were children. Laurel’s life without Oliver in it is a much colder place, and she doesn’t like it. And Sara is her sister. That kind of love doesn’t just go away, no matter what they’ve done. “I’d forgive them in a heartbeat if they just came back and gave me the chance to.”
“You really mean that? Because if they actually did do that, I’m not quite sure you’d feel the same way.”
“Maybe not,” Laurel purses her lips for a moment. “Maybe you’re right, maybe I’ll just be angry in person. Unload the last four years of anger and grief in one fell swoop but even then, maybe I’ll finally feel better. Not like all of this is dragging me down all the time.”
“I get that,” Joanna says softly, before reaching forward and giving her friend’s hand a squeeze. “You know you can always unload on me, right? I’ll have your back, no matter what.”
“I do,” Laurel says with a small smile, before finishing off her wine and nodding. “And you’re right. I did need this.”
“Good. You should remember this moment later, because I am always right.” Joanna smirks again, and is about to say something else when both of their phones go off at the same time. “Looks like the jury’s back.”
Laurel takes a deep breath and nods in agreement. “Alright. Let’s go face the music.”
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