Fighting for the Heart

Untitled Part 31

Both Felicity and Oliver looked at Quentin before Oliver opened the door. Laurel looked at Oliver with surprise. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be answering HER door, but then her eyes zoned in on Felicity. Rage swept through her as she walked over and said. "What the hell have you done?"

Felicity gave her an innocent look, "I don't know what you mean." Oliver walked over and stood next to Felicity and Laurel's eyes flashed when she saw his protective stance.

"Not only am I banned from any and all MMA Events but because of a threat of a defamation suit, I have been informed by MMA Magazine that they no longer need my services." Laurel's hands were shaking but Felicity did not back down.

"I think you should be asking yourself that question Laurel. It was your actions that have you in this, shall we say predicament."

Laurel took a step toward Felicity but Quentin stepped in and then he turned to Oliver, Felicity and Donna. "Can I have a moment alone with my daughter?"

Oliver grabbed Felicity's hand and they all stepped down the hall to Felicity's bedroom as Laurel looked at them in confusion and then back at Quentin.

"Daddy, what is going on? Are you on their side?" She looked confused, hurt, so he took her hand and led her to the couch.

"Laurel, we need to talk. Seriously talk." Quentin held her hand in his hoping that he could get across to her what he needed to say.

She looked uncertainly at him. "Laurel, this whole thing against Queen, it has to stop." Quentin took a deep breath. "You know when your mother died, I worried about you girls. You were so young, and I tried my best to be the father and mother that you needed. But I had to work, and I know I was not always there for you. And when Sara died, it killed me. Maybe I should have thought more about what it was doing to you."

Laurel looked at him in surprise. He father was always so strong and to see him doubting himself caused a little bit of reality to creep in. "Daddy, you did everything you could for us and for me." She finally sat down on the couch almost deflated. "All this time I have been blaming Oliver for Sara's death. Maybe I should be blaming myself."

Quentin sat next to her, his look confused. "Laurel, you didn't kill your sister."

"No I but I did delay them leaving. Maybe if I hadn't met with Oliver and they had left earlier or if I had convinced her to go home with me instead of him." Laurel was grasping at straws and Quentin could see she was struggling.

"Laurel, both of us were devastated by your sister's death. But it was an accident, plain and simple. There is no one to blame. Do you understand? And this vendetta against Oliver, it has to stop."

She looked up at him and for the first time in a long time she looked like a lost little girl. He could see the pain in her eyes and he pulled her into a tight hug. "I think it would be good for both of us to get some counseling to deal with your Mom and Sara's loss. Together."

Laurel hugged her Father tight. He was all she had in the world and she was not going to lose him. She kissed his cheek and then looked at him. "Ok."

He stood and pulled her to her feet and gave her one last hug.

"I'm going to go." She walked toward the door and gave the bedroom door one final look. "Please tell Oliver and Felicity that I won't be bothering them anymore."

Quentin nodded and walked over to her. "I will call and cancel my flight tomorrow so I can stay and help you pack some things. I think you should come and stay with me in Vegas. Ok?"

She nodded and gave him one last watery smile before she walked out. Quentin closed the door behind her and then took a moment before he called out to Oliver. He saw them walk slowly down the hall and when Donna saw his face she walked over and gave him a hug.