A Brother In Need Is A Brother Indeed

A.N: Yo! This is my first fic. And by first fic, I don't mean my first fic in Arrow, but this is the first ever fic I ever wrote. It was sitting in my docs all this time, and I am finally posting it!

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A Brother In Need Is A Brother Indeed

There was a new drug in Starling and this was really dangerous. It was a much improved version of Vertigo. But thankfully, the S.T.A.R Labs were able to provide an antidote and right now, almost all the cops had one vial of the antidote because they were gonna need it if they were to take on the dealers tonight during the drug bust.

Lance ordered some of his cops to take on the other side of the warehouse as he didn't want any of the violent, vigilante - hating cops in close proximity to the Arrow. He and the rest of the cops, who loved the Arrow, began taking on the other guys.

After taking down almost ten idiots, he turned to see how the Arrow was doing. The kid seemed to be doing pretty fine but Captain Lance's training allowed him to find that the kid's movements were slightly sluggish.

Lance frowned. He kept on watching the kid and he almost didn't notice a thug until the jerk was too near. He quickly kicked the thug and knocked him out with the bum of his gun.

He began focusing on how his own team was holding up and found out that they were doing good. He helped them take out more guys and after 5 minutes, all the thugs were knocked out and/or handcuffed.

Once the fight was over, he permitted all the cops to go home and take rest. He hung back so that he could have a chat with the Green Arrow. Once all the cops were out of the warehouse, he went searching for the kid only to find him on the ground, passed out.

Captain Lance broke out into a run and quickly went to the kid. He knelt beside him and slowly turned him towards himself, giving the Captain a clear view, so that he could examine his injuries. Lance found out that he was bleeding from a GSW on his arm and stab wounds on chest.

Lance noticed that those weren't his only injuries. When Lance saw his neck... Oh no. There were puncture marks on the kid's neck which was, no doubt, from a syringe. A syringe which must have been filled with the improved Vertigo.

Lance quickly took out his vial of antidote and began tapping on the kid's cheek in an attempt to wake him up. "Oliver!" He whispered harshly. "Oliver, wake up kid!"

Oliver groaned and opened his eyes a bit. "Lan'e," he slurred. Then his eyes widened and he began jerking away from Lance, blood pouring from wounds.

"Woah kid! I ain't gonna hurt you!" Lance exclaimed but Oliver wasn't having any of it. His eyes were still wide and glazed.

"Look, Oliver," Lance tried again. "It's just me- Lance. There's nobody else here but the two of us."

But Oliver was still reluctant.

'He is like a cornered animal!' Lance thought.

He had never seen Oliver Queen, the survivor of five years in Purgatory, the Green Arrow who takes out bad guys at night with such fierceness, be scared. Then Lance remembered that the kid was drugged and God knew what he was seeing.

'I have to give him the antidote. Fast.'

He began wondering how to make Oliver see that Lance wasn't going to hurt him, when an idea struck him. He looked at Oliver, who was on the verge of passing out again, his wounds also bleeding profusely. Lance pocketed the vial, put his gun back at his hip holster, crouched a bit and held up both of his hands in a universal gesture of peace.