Daughter of the Arrow

Chapter 3: Clones, Nieces, and One-Armed Gits

Mia pointed. Roy looked at who she was pointing at, and his jaw dropped.

"Ollie?!"

Oliver nodded to his son, "Yep.   It's good to see you Roy."

Roy was still staring slack-jawed at him, "You're dead, you died four years ago."

"Nope," said Oliver shaking his head.   "The League just assumed we were dead when we were shot down, the ship was wrecked."

"Daddy."

The three adults shifted their attention to the young, red haired girl.

"Who is he?" Lian asked innocently.

"Lian", said Roy, lifting the six year old up.   "This is Oliver, your grandfather.   Remember?   Come on Lian, you've seen pictures of him."   He regarded Oliver, and realized that, "But I guess he looks different with a full beard instead of his goatee."

The little girl looked surprised as she remembered, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh.   I knew something was different," teased Mia.

There was a gust of wind , and the partially open door blew open.   They all looked over, and Lian cried, "Auntie Arty!"

The said Auntie whacked the red haired man standing next to her, causing him to protest, "What did I do, babe?"

"Running in public, really Baywatch!   You are lucky we weren't seen!   And lucky Cynthia didn't fall behind!" exclaimed the blond.

He opened his mouth, and shut it again. "You okay Cynth?" he asked cautiously to a young red haired girl standing beside him.

"Can we do that again?   Please?" she begged.

Artemis frowned at her.  " There is no way am I going to be letting you do that again for another seven years."

Yep.   The Wests had arrived, with a kid.

Artemis turned to face Mia, "You called?   Care to explain?"

"Well, Ollie's alive."

She turned and gave the same shocked look the others had given.

Oliver raised his hands up, "Yes, I'm alive.   Yes, I've been missing for four years.   Anything else need to be covered?" 

She reached and hugged him.

"Since it would be dumb for us to keep hanging around the door, how about we all go inside.   And Artemis can help Dad figure out that he's got more than one grandkid." said Mia with a smirk.

"Wait, what?" asked Oliver.   The red-haired girl was obviously Artemis and Wally's, but Mia hadn't said granddaughter, she had said grandkid.

Shooting a glare at Mia, Artemis stepped in and retrieved a infant Oliver hadn't realized Wally was holding.  "Ollie, this is Will." The infant had blond hair and didn't seem to favor either of the parents.

"And this is Cynthia."   She gestured to the young girl.   In addition to red hair, the little girl had dark grey eyes, and looked a lot like Artemis.

"Hi", said the little girl.   "I'm Cynthia.   I'm almost four.  What's your name?"

"Well, Cynthia, I'm Oliver, and I guess I'm one of your grandfathers?" He directed the end towards Artemis.   She shrugged in response.

"Are you sure?   I don't think I have a granddad named Oliver." she said suspiciously.

"I'm an extra one." he deadpanned.