A/N: First Arrow Story! So, this is like a crossover between Arrow and Flashpoint, but you don't need to know that much about Flashpoint - only the basic characters and such. Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy! Please Review and let me know! Reviews make me happy! Disclaimer: Don't own Flashpoint or Arrow

Oliver Queen has accomplished many things, but his most important accomplishment was surviving the hellish island of Lian Yu, the poisonous city of Hong Kong and the malevolent country of Russia with his baby sister, Julianna.

When he was 18, his parents unanimously decided to celebrate his high school graduation by embarking on 'an exciting family cruise to reconnect and have fun'. Their words, not his. His sister was only 13 at the time and excited about the whole ordeal. The little adventurer had researched and talked nonstop about whale sighting and scuba diving on the days leading up to their departure. Although his idea of a celebration was throwing a party at the Queen mansion with his best friend Tommy Merlyn and getting drunk and laid, he reluctantly agreed to the escapade. After all, his sister's big brown eyes and pouty lips made it impossible to say no.

He wishes he had said no. He sometimes dreams he had said no. Then his parents, Robert and Moira Queen, would still be alive. Then his baby sister's skin wouldn't be marred by a myriad of scars, very much like his own. Her innocence wouldn't have been stolen by that formidable island. Her recurring nightly terrors wouldn't be a constant reminder of what they both had done to survive. Her skills wouldn't rival those of a highly trained assassin.

But he had said yes. His parents had died on that shipwreck, swallowed whole by the dark North China sea. Jules's tan skin was marred by both thin and thick scars, very much like his own. Her innocence had been stolen the day she was forced to murder a man in cold blood. Night terrors constantly plagued both their nights, forcing them to relive the death, the loss, and the darkness lurking on the edges of their sanity. And she had skills that could put a highly trained assassin to shame. Because of him. Because he taught her. It was his fault they had been thrust into that treacherous situation in the first place. Because he had said yes.

Seven years. Since the day he said that cursed three letter word, since the day they died. The four of them.

Seven years in hell. Three years on an island whose name literally means purgatory; Lian Yu was, and still is, used as a Chinese prison and torture site. Two years in Hong Kong under Waller's wicked dictatorship, forced to become the monsters they had evaded during their stay on the viperous island. And two years in Russia as assassins on the run, the blood of those they had killed drying on their hands and marking a scent for their enemies to follow.

Seven years later and they were still running. But he decided it's time to go into hiding in yet another country. Canada.

And they did. They purchased a cabin tucked away in a large expanse of dark woods. They acquired motorcycles from the black market, transportation not monitored by any government or company.

Oliver became a ghost, dead to the world, while his sister revived as Jules Callaghan (their mother's maiden name), not Julianna Queen, in order to work as a cop.

He became a bow-wielding vigilante by night and a car mechanic by day. His baby sister joined the academy and became a police officer in order to keep tabs on crime to relay to him. On her nights off or when she got off early, she worked with the vigilante. He's proud. And guilty.


5 years since they moved to Canada...

"Go, go, go!" In front of him, Jules runs as fast as she can, her eyes wide in an uncharacteristic show of fear as she turns to check on him. He yells again, his lungs burning. "Don't look back! Keep running!"

He can hear their boots thumping loudly from behind him, killing roots and vines that reach out to capture them all. Lian Yu is darker and damper today, the large trees looming overhead, obstructing exits, leaving them all trapped in its sinister land.

Sweat pours down his face, soaking his clothes. They are back on the island running from unknown enemies. Slade? Fyers and his mercenaries? Ivo? A mob of Russian assassins? He doesn't know. All he knows is if they stop, they're dead.

He hears it before he sees it. The familiar swoosh an arrow makes passing by his ear.

"NOOOO!"

But he's too late. Jules falls, an arrow protruding from her back. He feels tears sting at his eyes like needles as he runs faster, causing his lungs to scream in protest. Dropping on his knees beside her, he turns her over. Lifeless chocolate eyes stare back at him. He screams and cries like he never has before. Pain surges in, threatening to choke him. His ears begin to ring and he hears yelling from afar.

"Oliver!...Oliver! Wake up. It's not real."

Confused, he opens his wild eyes. Relief floods him when he sees the brunette on the floor, kneeling beside him, concern marring her delicate features.

He throws his arms around her and hugs her tightly, quiet sobs racking his body. Jules rubs his back gently, whispering soothing words.

Even after all these years, the terrors that plagued them on the island haven't stopped for either of them.

Once he calms, they quietly rise from the floor and she leaves him to get ready for work. Words aren't necessary, they understand. More times than not it is she who awakes in the claws of a nightmare and he holds her while she calms.

After going through his morning routine, he makes his way downstairs clad in a form fitting black t-shirt and dark wash jeans.

His little sister is already downstairs in her worn jeans and gray t-shirt, cutting up strawberries and bananas while the pancakes simmer in the frying pan.

"Smells good. But don't you have work? You should be out by now if you want to make it in time."

He is referring to their driveway, or lack thereof. Since they live miles from the closest main road, veiled by the forest, it's a good hour drive to civilization.

She turns, shooting him a smile. "Yup, but we go in a couple hours later today 'cause of the overtime last night."

Jules has been working in Toronto's top tactical unit, SRU Team One, for a year now. She was fast tracked after her skills blew away everyone in the precinct despite her young age of 25.

Although he's proud and confident in her skills, he constantly worries that she won't come home. She risks her life by day and night, always running head first into danger. He can't help but feel like she's tempting fate, taunting it with her actions.

Guilt eats at him. It's his fault she's in these positions.

"Hey, I'm okay. Nothing happened last night. It was a bank robbery gone wrong. We kept the peace." Her hand on his shoulder pulls him from his dark thoughts.

His green eyes meet hers. "I worry."

"I know." She smiles sadly. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

Taking a small bite of her pancake, Jules changes the topic, "Any leads on John Cardbough?"

Cardbough is one of the biggest gun traffickers in the country. While the police can do nothing but catch his distributors due to insufficient evidence on Cardbough, Oliver has decided to take out Cardbough himself.

"Actually, yes. A laptop. But it's heavily encrypted."

The previous night, while Jules was still at work, he donned his emerald green attire and headed to the warehouse where Cardbough is known to do business. He was successful in capturing most of the group present and keeping the death count to a minimum, but the big fish got away. As he raked the warehouse for clues, he found a laptop concealed by a large wooden crate. He attempted to break in but to no avail.

"I think I know someone who can help us. Spike can do just about anything with a computer." She raises an eyebrow in question. "Want me to ask him?"

He smiles genuinely. His little sister is the only one who gets to see his rare smiles since the shipwreck. "Yeah. I'll give you the laptop before you leave."


Jules arrives at the SRU headquarters in record time. Climbing off her slick black motorcycle, she makes sure she has the laptop secured in her duffel bag, before heading inside. Straight for the stairs.

Both cars and elevators, and any enclosed space really, brings back terrible memories she'd much rather forget. And refuses to voice.

Exiting the stairwell, she frowns. Sam Braddock, Team One's rookie straight out of JTF2, is talking to Winnie, who is obviously flirting with him going by her behavior. Unbelievable. Just yesterday, he had asked her out.

She internally chastises herself for her reaction. She shouldn't care. But somehow, whenever she sees or talks with the blond rookie she feels conflicting emotions that she doesn't understand.

Rolling her eyes, she makes her way towards her locker room. She almost makes it.

"Hey! Jules, wait up."

She resists the urge to ignore him and slowly turns to see Sam jogging towards her.

He raises an eyebrow. "Why did you ignore me back there?"

"You were busy flirting with Winnie." She answers matter of factly, but for some unknown reason it makes his smile widen, showing off some pearly white teeth.

"Are you upset?"

"Why would I be?"

His intense blue eyes twinkle and she feels an odd sensation coursing through her being. It intensifies when he takes a step closer.

His voice lowers, deepening. "I don't know. Are you?"

Their eyes lock and she feels a beautiful sensation of drowning in his eyes. The logical part of her brain scolds her, saying that doesn't make any sense. She has drowned before and it wasn't beautiful. But her heart says otherwise, urging her to jump in.

But as always, her logical mind prevails.

She clears her throat, breaking their odd connection. Her voice comes out lower than intended. "I better go get dressed."

Not waiting for a response, she walks away.


"Hey! Spike!"

Michelangelo "Spike" Scarlatti, bomb and computer geek, turns to see the only female member of Team One walking out of her locker room. He smiles and waits.

"Yes, Jules?"

The pretty brunette, clad in the grey cargo pants and the grey long sleeve button up that is their uniform, lifts the laptop she's holding. "I need your help with something."

"Sure. What ya need? Forgot your password?" He teases and is rewarded with a small smile.

"It's encrypted and I need to know what's on here."

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Isn't it yours?"

She grins. "It's my brother's."

He laughs. "You are evil. Can't you allow the poor guy some privacy?"

Jules shrugs. "It's important. So, can you?"

Spike feigns hurt. "Jules, can I?"

She rolls her eyes good naturedly. "Will you?"

He smiled cheekily. "Will you make me cookies? Like the ones you made last time? With the white and milk chocolate?"

"Deal."

"Alright then. Let me see."

Jules relinquishes her hold on the laptop and passes it to Spike.

He walks into an empty conference room, Jules on his heels, and settles down with the laptop. He opens it up and easily bypasses the password. Huh, Jules wasn't kidding, this thing is encrypted, he thinks, starting a decryption program. He glances over at Jules, who's sitting in the chair next to him, her brown eyes intently watching him work.

He is surprised and glad Jules asked him for help. When she joined the team, she was guarded and closed-off, never giving the team any information about her life, or herself for that matter. Honestly, it was scary, the way she held herself, pulled the trigger without a blink, and scored above and beyond in marksmanship and combat of any kind. Recently, however, she laughed and smiled with the team, trusted them a bit more. They still don't know much about her past but only time will tell how much they'll learn. Because she's family now. He, Lew, and Sam love her and protect her like a little sister. Greg, Ed, and Wordy are like father figures, always concerned and offering advice when needed.

A ping pulls him from his thoughts and he realizes the decryption program is complete.

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. The screen shows images of heavy duty guns and information written in a language he doesn't understand. He laughs nervously. "Dang, your brother is seriously into guns."

She seems unfazed by the comment, her eyes alight with hope."Is it decrypted? Can it be accessed at a later time?"

"Yeah."

Abruptly, before he can take a closer look at the information before him, Jules stands and shuts the laptop. She gives him a sincere, yet guarded, smile. "Thanks Spike."

He, or anyone really, have never met her brother, and by the looks of what he just saw, he doesn't think he wants to. But instead of keeping his suspicion to himself, he can't help but ask. "So, what's with all the guns?"

"He likes guns."

She offers no further information. Her face and eyes devoid of emotion, giving nothing away.

He nods uncertainly. "Okay. I'll go get dressed now, briefing in 20 after all. You need any more technical assistance, you ask, k?"

Her face softens and she nods, flashing him one of her rare smiles. She leaves and he stares after her.

Jules is a very guarded dark mystery. A very complex puzzle he intends to put together, for her sake and his. In her short 25 years of life something horrible has happened, and Spike's gut tells him he won't like it when he finds.

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