A Vanch Decision
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what you see here, which is a little idea I've had floating about in my head for awhile now. Set during season 1 during the Betrayal episode. And Kim, Kim, Kim. Regarding your guest review on 'Not Consulted', considering I've seen a moment where two people are getting married while about to be drowned, I don't consider what Samantha did to be unrealistic or even weird at all. As for Felicity and good influences, are you kidding me? Given every single bit of instances of her behavior and actions I have every reason to think she wouldn't be a good influence on William at all.
"Venti-Wait, no, don't do that. Instead, take Merida's hood off." Ordered Vanch and Oliver grimaced at that.
As it put him between a rock and a hard place. "Sure thing boss." Finally knowing who this guy was under that damn hood would be a real sweet thing.
Cause then maybe a little payback could be had not only him, but his family and friends too if he had any. The man inched forward and yanked back the hood as Laurel looked on, her eyes widening in shock at the revelation of who is under the hood. "O-Ollie!?" Gasped out the kidnapped lawyer in shock.
He could only nod as Vanch smirked. "Well well, one of the golden boys of Starling City. Have to say I am quite surprised by this since you weren't exactly known for being the caring sort back in the day."
"What can I say, I found clarity on that island." Growled out Oliver as he strongly wished he had another arrow or two on him and causing Laurel to shiver some as it was so damned strange to hear him of all people sound like that.
"Hmm, right." Chuckled Vanch.
"Anyway, I'll send my condolences to your mother and sister right before I kill 'em. Ventilate 'em!"
His man nodded and raised his shotgun to fire on the Hood when he found himself shot from behind. Causing those present to look at the sight of an unhappy Quentin Lance as he came forward while Oliver took care of Vanch's lady friend. "My God! My little girl!" Yelled the man as he continued to come forward until Oliver used a fletchette on his gun.
Knocking it out of his hands and causing him to look his way in anger and soon shock. "I'm the vigilante, you're the cop, remember?"
Quentin looked at him and then at Vanch and came to a decision. "Doesn't mean I have to read him his rights though." Voiced the Detective and then slugged the thug hard in the face to knock him out.
"You and I are gonna-damnit!" Cursed the good Detective as he turned around fully and saw that the punk kid was gone.
Rushing over to his little girl, he asked if she was okay. "Yeah… No, I don't know." Admitted the girl as she was untied.
Her father let out a huff at that. "Considerin' you got kidnapped by that asshole and then find out your ex really is the Hood, I'm not too surprised by that reaction baby."
"What are you gonna do now that you know?" Laurel asked a bit fearfully.
As while she may be scared and pissed as Hell, she didn't want to see Ollie be arrested. The Detective just sighed. "Since I can't exactly take him to court over this again, I'm just gonna have a word or two with the punk. Some very strong words. Now, let's get outta here."
Laurel nodded shakily and stood up and hugged her dad before leaving. Sometime later saw the two Lances meeting with Oliver at Verdant since he really didn't want an arrest being done at his home again. Laurel wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do while her dad just settled for glaring at Oliver as he nursed a drink while staring right back at the man. "You sure you want to arrest me in front of Laurel, Detective?" Asked Oliver cooly.
"While I would love to book your ass for vigilantism and all the crap you've done, it wouldn't go to court since one can't be tried again for that kinda thing." Groused the man unhappily and wanting a drink to deal with all this crap.
"But what I will do is forget I learned of who you are under that hood and not bother to ask why you're doin' what you're doin'. Cause the less I know, the better off I'll be."
Oliver nodded at that, feeling a bit grateful at this turn of events as he offered the man a glass of Scotch. "Probably for the best, Detective Lance."
The man grumbled a little as he took the offering while Laurel just frowned in disapproval but said nothing. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Muttered Lance as he downed it and then sat the glass down near Oliver while hating the fact he was severely repressing the urge to yell at the punk.
"One more thing though."
"What's that?"
"Quit killin', alright? You've clearly got some skill so I'm sure you can pull that off. Might make things a bit easier with folks like me if you did."
"I… I can't promise anything. When you've lived like I did for the last 5 years and gained a certain mind set while doing so, its hard to break out of." Oliver admitted freely with a heavy sigh.
Lance just stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Right, well, somethin' to work on then. Anyway, I'm outta here. You comin' Laurel?" Asked the man and knowing she probably wasn't planning on leaving.
At least not without first giving the punk what for anyway. "No, I need to talk with Ollie first." Declared Laurel and causing him to nod.
"Right, should I wait outside then?"
"No, I'm sure Ollie will be willing enough to give me a ride home. Right, Ollie?"
Seeing that look of determination on her face and knowing perfectly well that tone of voice she had used, Oliver quickly agreed. "Yes, I would be perfectly happy to take her home, Detective."
Lance just scoffed but felt slightly amused over the fact that the big bad vigilante was cowed by his ex. "Right, I'm gonna go home and get drunk then." Muttered the man and walked off.
Silence went on for a short time after Laurel's dad left until Oliver broke it. "Well… That went well," Remarked the archer a bit glibly before downing his shot.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be back later to yell at you. A lot." Laurel told him with her arms crossed.
"I look forward to it then."
Laurel glared at him right before punching him in the jaw, causing him to fall out of his chair and on to the floor until he got back up seconds later while rubbing on his jaw. "Okay… I deserved that."
"You deserved that and ALOT more! Ollie, what the Hell!? You lied to me, to your mother, to your sister, to Walter, to me, to my dad, to Tommy, to me, to everyone!"
"You uhh, you said yourself more then once there."
"It bore repeating." Laurel told him acidly and making him nod at that while backing up some.
Not that it saved him from another punch to the jaw of course. "Ow!"
"Did I come at a bad time?" Came the voice of John Diggle as he came upon the two.
Not really expecting Laurel to be there to begin with. "Just… Just go on downstairs and I'll be down in a bit, Digg."
Digg stared at Oliver and Laurel for a moment while the gears clicked in her head. "Wait… He knows, doesn't he? About you being the Hood?"
"Now that's a story to hear about." Muttered the bodyguard with a shake of the head and then going downstairs after seeing the glare sent his way.
Turning his attention back to his pissed off ex, Oliver decided on a stalling tactic. "Look, why don't we have this conversation later when you're not so pissed off and likely to punch me?"
"Why? So you can have time to come up with lies to tell me?"
"Uhh, no. I just don't feel like getting punched again right now." Admitted the archer and getting an unimpressed look from Laurel in return.
"Fine, but don't be surprised if I end up punching you again you lying asshole!" Laurel said and surprising Oliver quite a bit.
But feeling relieved as Hell! "Great, I'll just get you on home then and then I can find out what Digg needs to tell me."
"Some new target for you maybe?" She asked archly as they walked towards the doors of Verdant while he sent off a text to Digg that he'd be back in a few after dropping off Laurel.
"No, I have a list for that." Muttered the archer distractedly and then wincing at what he said.
"Damnit."
"Damnit is right." Agreed Laurel unhappily.
As it bothered her a great deal to know he had some kind of list he used for his targets. Something she'd ask quite a few questions about on the way home as well for that matter! Not that she particularly liked the answers he was willing to give however. Some time later however would see her rushing to Verdant after hearing about him getting shot at by his own freaking mother! Something her dad would have something bitingly sarcastic to say about too for that matter later on!
Author's Notes: Might, might not continue this. We'll see what happens. R and R!