Oliver Queen's Daughter

Pilot IV

"We don't need to go outside the law-" Laurel says while heading to her desk where Oliver stands with Lizzie right next to him.

"To find justice. Your dad's favorite jingle," (I don't remember what Laurel's friend is called, but I think it might be Joe, like a nickname. Please correct me if I'm wrong.) Joe said as she headed to her desk. Laurels smile fades as she sees Oliver. Her attention also sees Lizzie gripping to Oliver's leg as multiple people come and pass by.

"Hello, Laurel," Oliver says while looking at her. Laurel looks back at Oliver. "This is Lizzie, my daughter."

"You went to law school," Oliver said as they walked past a few shops. Lizzie has a vanilla ice cream in her hand. She is playing with the sprinkles on top of it. Lizzie was on Olivers' left hip. "You said you would."

"Yeah. Everyone's proud," Laurel said, she noticed that Lizzie hasn't said a single word.

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter. You sure you wanna get in the ring with him?" Oliver asked her.

"Five years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt," Laurel asks him.

"No. Not really," Oliver said. Lizzie tapped Oliver's shoulder and pointed to the marshmallows. "Yeah, that's called ice cream," she smiled and went back to playing with the melting ice cream.

"Why are you here, Ollie?" Laurel asks, genuinely curious. "I also noticed Lizzie doesn't talk much."

"Well, spending five years on an island since she was two was and only really me to talk to, she doesn't talk or trust people much. And to apologize," Oliver started. "It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her."

"For what? Falling under your spell?" she nodded as she understood why Lizzie wouldn't talk. "How could I possibly blame her for doing the same thing that I did?"

"I never meant to-" Oliver started.

"She was my sister," Laurel said, trying to get him to understand. "I couldn't be angry because she was dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister dies while screwing with your boyfriend."

Lizzie was confused on to what she was talking about. How could she not be angry and can't grieve but still be angry, she thought to herself. And what did she mean by screwing with her boyfriend?

'We buried an empty coffin... because her body was at the bottom of the ocean., where you left her. It should have been you," Laurel said. Lizzie thought at how she could be mean, she doesn't know what he went through to survive and protect her.

"I know that it's too late to say this, but I'm sorry," Oliver told her, Lizzie was shocked at how well he was reacting to what Laurel was saying.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I'd hoped that you'd rot in he** A whole lot longer than five years," Laurel says as she walked away, Lizzie was mad. But she handed Laurel the picture that Oliver held onto through the years on the island. Laurel took it but continued on walking away. As Laurel past Tommy she said, "How did you think that was gonna go, Tommy?"

"About like that," he said as she walked past him.

"Okay, so we took care of that. Good call. Now we can make up for lost time. If your not to sick of fish, I suggest we find some," Oliver shot his a look them nodded to Lizzie. "We find a place that sells sushi and eat there all day. What do you say?"

A truck came from behind them as they were heading to there car. Three men came through, blocking all the entrances and exits. Each one of them had guns.

"What the he11?" Tommy said as he looked around. One of them held up their gun and shot a tranquilizing dart in his neck. He started to fall as he blacked out. Another man in a mask shot Oliver in the neck as well with a dart. Then Lizzie. Oliver held Lizzie close and looked around as he started to fall into oblivion. 

Lizzie woke up in a warehouse. Her hands were zip-tied behind her back. She looked around, trying not to panic and since her father wasn't there to save her. She knew how to fight and speak multiple different languages. But she chose not to fight or speak. I looked up and saw her father zip-tied to a chair. He wouldn't answer any of the people with masks questions. 

"I ask the questions. You give me the answers," the masked man asked. Her father doesn't answer and keeps his head low and eyes around him. The masked man shocks him with a taser. Oliver screams in pain, he gives ragged breaths after the man stops.

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" the man tries again. No answer. Tase. Cry of pain, Oliver sees that his daughter is awake so he tries to hide the pain by grunting.

"Yes, he did," Oliver finally says. The man nods pleased that he's finally speaking.

"What did he tell you, Mr. Queen?"  

"He told me I'm gonna kill you," he said after a few deep breaths. Oliver finally looks at the man in the red monster mask. The man laughs and looks around, he looks back to Oliver.

"You're delusional. You're zip-cuffed to that chair," the man informed him. Lizzie's father looked mad, and he was not nice when he was mad.

"Not anymore," Oliver said as he lifted his hands up from behind his back. The man jumps back a little, startled. Lizzie's father grabs the chair from below him and started to attack the man while the others started coming to help. "Lizzie close your eyes, and keep them closed." Her father said. She listened and closed her eyes. For a few moments, she heard gunshots and then silence. She heard shuffling from her father's footsteps as he checked Tommy's pulse. He then ran off. For a few long moments, she was just lying there, waiting for her father. She kept her eyes closed the whole time.

"Lizzie, you can open your eyes now," she heard her father whisper. "Don't look around and just look at me." She nodded and looked at her father.

"Cards?" she whispered in Russian. Lizzie for some reason always held cards with her since she found out what cards were. Her father smiled and nodded. Lizzie pulled the cards out of her boots that she hid there. She learned how to play speed while in Hong Kong. From then on, she played that and solitaire by herself. As they played it was a tie. Oliver won half and she won half before the police started coming in.

"Hide the cards," her father whispered to her. She followed and put them back in her boot. She knew how to act when her father had taken care of the problem, but it needed to seem like someone else had been there.  

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Hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner. I had school and cheer so I couldn't post sooner. But I am back and trying to post on a regular schedule.