"No?" The young girl wearing the green leather pants and a short sleeve vest frowned. Her brows furrowing in confusion. Her fingers were wrapped around her bow tightly.

"I said no. You're done. This was your last mission, Moira." The older man wearing a similar outfit to her replied. "You're going to stay here."

"You're kicking me off the team because of my slight mess up?" Moira hissed through gritted teeth.

"Slight mess up is an understatement. You nearly got killed." He shot back, his blue eyes looking stern into hers.

"Mom?" Moira looked at the woman in a black dress, with red heels. Her hair was up in ponytail, similar to her daughters. She turned her black swivel chair to face him. Moira hoped she would help her out of this situation, just like she usually did.

"Oliver, don't you think you're being a little tough on her. Kicking her off the team is too much." The woman crossed her arms at him. "She wears that mask every night to save her city too. If anything just give her some time off." She said pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Felicity, we're discussing our daughter here. She could have died out there tonight. She has three fractured ribs, a bruise that traces from her shoulder to her elbow. And that is not including the multiple lacerations all over her." He replied exasperated. His daughter was not going to use his wife as a secret weapon, especially with the conversation being about their daughter's well being.

"My injuries isn't what's bothering you." Moira paused. " I've never been good enough for you, have I dad?" She slipped her mask off, as it clung to her neck like a necklace. The green grease paint around her eyes had slowly dispersed, since a few tears had fallen. Luckily the rest of team Arrow had left for the night, allowing her and her family some privacy.

"Don't" He warned her. It hurt his heart to think that she thought that. Oliver Queen only had one daughter. And ever since she decided to put that mask on her face and go out on patrol with him every night, he always feared for her safety. He knew there would be a night where something would go wrong, and today was that night.

"You let William take on much easier villains than we face now. I don't understand why you're letting me go? I can clearly take care of myself. I've put enough, actually even more, work than he did. I deserve to be on this team." Moira argued.

"Moira.." Her mother warned her. She knew mentioning her older brother probably pulled at both her parents heartstrings. Ever since he quit Team Arrow a few months back, Moira's family has been different. Her mother and father missed him dearly, but he had decided that skewing away from the law was just too much for him. He was going to get justice a different way.

"I'm 19! I'm not a child anymore! I have been your 'sidekick' for almost 5 years. And now you begin to worry?" The teenager continued. "You don't want me?"

"I have always worried. You're life means the world to me. I can't ..." Her father trailed off. "I can't lose you too."

Moira looked a bit stunned at her father's confessional. "If you care about me, then don't push me away." She took a step closer to him, giving him the usual puppy eyes that she knew he wouldn't be able to resist. That was how she got her sleek black car for her 16th birthday.

"We're not discussing this any longer." He held his finger up to stop her from her whining. "Because of the way you handled the Cupid copycat tonight. You let your guard down, and she almost killed you. If Diggle and I didn't show up in time.." He trailed off again, shuddering at the unfinished thought.

"I let my guard down because I thought I could talk some sense into her."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO PEOPLE LIKE THAT!" His yelling caused both Felicity and Moira to flinch. Oliver pinched his nose, and took a deep breath "You've seen the damage she has done, and what she can do. No one in their right mind would've tried to persuade her to turn herself in. She's a killer Moira."

"Oliver calm down." Felicity walked towards her husband, placing a hand on his forearm. "Cool it." She warned him.

"You know what. Fine. Since I'm doing everything wrong, I'll leave. I'll leave the team, I'll even leave Star City. You want to cut me out of my vigilante life, then I'll cut you out of my life." Moira was beyond mad, and she knew exactly how to hurt her father. She walked towards the elevators of the bunker, her back facing both her parents. She needed some air, and the bunker was feeling a bit too crowded for her.

"Moira.." Felicity turned from her husband to her daughter. Oliver reached her arm, and held her back.

"Give her space." He said.

As the elevator doors open, Moira was ready to step in, until a strong arm grabbed her. She was pulled against the stranger on the elevator. His arm was wrapped tightly around her neck, but loose enough for her to breathe. She struggled to be released but it was no use. Her father instinctively grabbed his bow and had an arrow pointed straight at the assailants face. He looked young, late 20's early 30's. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white handkerchief in the pocket. He had black hair, gelled to the side. His blue eyes were piercing. But his facial features were soft. If Moira didn't know any better, she would have thought this man was an actor. Or a really good looking barista.

"Moira Queen you have failed this city!" The stranger bellowed. He then went into a fit of laughter, which Moira eyed him confusingly. "I'm sorry, I just really wanted to say that. I'm a big admirer of your father's work." He never loosened his grip on her.

"Let her go!" Oliver yelled out. Walking towards the elevator, Felicity right at his heel.

The stranger ignored the Green Arrow. And looked down at Moira who had stopped fidgeting. "Moira Queen, I've heard you've been been a little rebellious today. That's why I'm taking you on a field trip to the past."

"Sorry, not interested." She rammed her elbow into the man's face. He clutched his nose, and within that short second Moira ran towards the center of the bunker, staying far from her parents. She knew this man was after her specifically, he even knew her name. If she strayed from her parents, maybe he wouldn't hurt them.

The man however reappeared in front of Moira. She stopped right before her body crashed into his. Oliver took this opportunity to release his arrow, aiming for a body shot.

The arrow never made it to the man in the way he wanted. He caught it before it could pierce his shoulder. "Can I keep this?" The man asked in awe.

"Who are you?" Oliver asked him, his Green Arrow voice emerging.

"Most call me the Time Master." He said excitedly. "You probably know my cousin, Music Meister. He had a fun number with your pals in the good old days."

"What do you want?" Felicity spat at him.

"Just to teach your daughter a life lesson." He said, locking his arm around Moira's who was trying to back away from him without his noticing. "But to do so I need to take her to the past. Don't worry she'll be home once she understands why you care so deeply for her, that you're willing to have her hate you, to keep her safe." Time Master eyes darted to Moira. "You ready kid?" But before she could answer, both of them had disappeared.

Moira outstretched her arm toward her parents. "MOM! DAD!" She cried out.

"MOIRA!" Felicity and Oliver yelled in unison. But a flash of white light had caused them to close their eyes. As they opened them, Time Master and Moira were gone.

Felicity ran to the spot her daughter was standing in a few seconds ago. She looked all over, hoping that Time Master was just a bad practical joke. But it wasn't. She turned to Oliver. "She's gone. He took her." She whispered, tears filling her eyes.

Oliver wrapped his arms around his wife. His lips touched the top of her blond hair. "We'll get her back. I promise."