OLIVER WONDERS

"So you can't tell us anything about the scars-there are quite a lot of them." Dr. Conway smiled. He cocked his head in a "you can trust me" look.

Oliver tried to smile. Dr. Conway had always been a great servant to the Queen family. He'd arranged two abortions for Thea before she was sixteen...and five or six for Mom, Ollie'd heard.

When Ollie needed a letter so he could play lacrosse for Starling Country Day School... Conway had lied through his teeth... "Despite your coaches urine testing Oliver positive for marijuana, crack cocaine and Oxycontin, I see no evidence of this in..."

Then in college, after Ollie and Tommy and some other Deltas had hazed a boy a bit excessively, the medico's opinion had been that Ollie was unstable, and could not be prosecuted...same for the ridiculous date rape accusations, senior year. (and that wasn't Ollie's fault, the girl was a gold-digger).

And, after Ollie had hit the retarded boy on his motorcycle, and had tested positive for opiates, Doc Conway had insisted that through his independent examination, that the kid was just eating too many poppy seed bagels!

"Oliver, we just want to know what happened on the island. There's a strong possibility that you are going through post-traumatic stress disorder, that you're in shock, it wouldn't be surprising."

Oliver shook his head, almost grinning. If I could shoot a wild boar in the eye with my bow for dinner, I think I'm not in shock.

Two nights later, at Tommy Merlyn's party, Ollie wondered if maybe NOW he was going into shock. He looked at Tommy, and his other pasty faced friends...bloated, wiping nose candy off their faces...and so vapid.

Oliver's mind had wandered several times as various pals had discussed clothing purchases, polo matches...it was all so different from Slade, and Sara, the unpredictability of the jungle.

Was Sara still alive? Oh God, there's Laurel. Ollie tried to smile, and looked away. Laurel's still so beautiful. But five years ago, she was such an adult. She'd wanted them to move in together. And as Ollie had varied his dates with Laurel with sport-fucking super-models, it had seemed so inconvenient.

And that's why he'd invited sweet, almost bimbo-ish Sara, Laurel's younger sister, on the boat with Dad. After the boat sank, and Sara disappeared, showing up again on the island some nine months later, a different person, Ollie had told himself that perhaps Sara had changed for the better, the training with the League of Assassins, and learning the languages had bounced the teenybopper out of her.

But, now...what would he say if he saw Detective Lance? Sara's father didn't know that she was still alive, and certainly had no idea that his younger bubbly sweetie-pie was now killing double agents and running arms...and that she could never return to Starling City.

So many secrets.

"Hey, Ollie, whaddya think?" Tommy Merlyn approached. Tommy's eyes were glazed with his fourth Long Island Iced Tea...and his voice sounded as if he'd been freebasing in the bathroom of the club.

"It's really nice of you to throw this party for me, Tommy." Ollie said, his left eye (he'd learned to use his eyes separately) noting that Thea was talking to a creepy ex-husband of one of Ollie's old friends...she'd had her teeth kicked in by the dude.

"Hey, Greedy Gretchen, remember her? She says she'd love to show you her new um, futon." Tommy grinned. "You haven't had any play in about five years...so I bet you're ready."

"I think I'm going to hang out just a bit right now...tired and all that." Ollie found he couldn't stand the loud music. Tommy turned to talk to some bimbo, and Oliver picked a rubber band off the bar. He put a penny in the band, and looped the rubber around his splayed finger and thumb, and aimed at Thea's creep's throat.

It's about thirty feet away, but I think I have the eye for it...

PENNY FOR YOUR THROAT?

Gerald "Scary Jerry" McDermott leaned in to little Thea Queen...She's not even eighteen, but look at those little lips. Her brother's such an over-rated snot...

"So you want to come out and check the Prius? I've really gotten into the environmental thing...but it's a fast car, and I think I have my signed Taylor Swift CD out there, you'll get a kick out of it."

God her eyes are widening. She is hot, and I bet she's tight.

"But my girlfriend Shana told me that you've dated half our senior class...and you had some rough um, sex with Trevlyn Dalrymple."

Trevvie Dalrymple. What a mouthy whore. Can't shut her trap to save her life...the little bitch also claims I gave her chlamydia...

Scary Jerry bent over and gave Thea a charming smile, hoping his cold sore wasn't too prevalent. "Trevlyn's a great girl, but she's got psychological-"

Suddenly Jerry grabbed his throat. It felt like he'd been shot. Gasping for air, he fell to the floor of the club...rolling over with watery eyes, he saw a penny.

His Adam's Apple stinging, Jerry got to his feet. Thea was calling an ambulance, which probably wasn't necessary, but he could milk that for some Percocet...but wait, there was Oliver Queen. Queen patted Jerry on the shoulder

Still smiling he said "Gerald McDermott, you have failed my sister."

Scary Jerry had no idea what that meant, but he turned and left the club immediately.