A/N This is going to an Alpha/Beta/ Omega fic. If you don't like it hit the back button and go find something else to read. This time I do have a chosen relationship because it was such a close call last time. This will be an Oliver/Quentin fic. Again if you don't like it find the back button.
Quentin's POV
The five years that his daughter Sara had been dead were the hardest of his life. She went on a boat trip with Robert Queen and the boat sank. They had thought there wasn't any survivors.
Until a few weeks ago that had been the truth. Then he got a call from his baby girl stating that she was alive and on her way home. At first he thought it was a joke. Then he got a call from the hospital. Sara had arrived and that they were treating her.
What he found out surprised and scared him. Twenty percent of her body was covered in scar tissue. Seven broken bones that never healed correctly. Severely malnourished and dehydrated. She barely spoke to the doctor who treated her.
When Quentin arrived he noticed that she held herself the same as a soldier would. Her eyes were colder than he remembered. An untold pain was in them.
Years of being on the police force allowed him to recognize the signs of PTSD. His daughter had a severe case of it. So he slowly approached her rather than running up to her and startling her. Her omega scent spiked slightly in surprise. Then she moved with him to hug him.
His alpha instincts wanted to kill the one who hurt his baby girl. Finding out what happened was proving to be a challenge. Sara didn't speak of the island or who she met. Even when it came to the accident she only said that she was the sole survivor. He knew that there was something she was hiding but he didn't push. If he pushed too hard then she would only retreat further into herself.
The SCPD had him an several detectives going up to a small college. The college had a stimulation room that was unique. It simulated both pain, and recoil. They sent the detectives to find out if it was worth sending the entire department.
It was a two week class to give them a taste of what was to come. Sara promised that she would call him if anything happened. It helped sooth his relucatnance to leave her. A new vigilante had appeared and was killing people. For the moment it was the rich and corrupt. It didn't stop him from worrying that the woman vigilante would come after his family. He had seen that the vigilante only went after the rich and corrupt. Neither of which applied to him and his family.
So he went to the college. It was out between Starling City and Central City. If one didn't know it was there they would never find it. Even Quentin who spent years around the city didn't know it was there.
The college campus was surrounded by woods and had one road going in. There was a small football field off to the side of the campus. It had a track field around it. The building itself was made of bricks and stones. It was older than what he expected but it did look like a good place.
The Dean was standing just inside the doorway waiting on them. He and Lucas were the first to arrive at the doorway.
The Dean said holding out his hand, "I am Leon Adams. I welcome the SCPD to my college."
Quentin held out his hand as he said, "Detective Quentin Lance. We thank you for allowing us the use of your room."
Leon said his eyes meeting Quentin's, "It wasn't actually my idea but our professor's. He is the youngest associate professor we have. Despite his youth however I would recommend that you respect him. He has been through a lot."
He had to wonder who this professor was. It was obvious that the Dean liked the man. There was something that the man wasn't saying. Almost like he was reluctant to say.
For the moment he ignored it and let the man lead them to the question. As they passed some students he noticed had dog tags on the outer part of their shirts. Many of them shifted closer to each. Almost as if they saw the detectives as enemies.
Leon sighed noting this, "It isn't your fault. Or that of Professor Webb's. One of their own went insane and killed two people. A detective from Central City took him down. Now they are just mistrustful of anyone knew. Especially after the same detective tried to arrest Professor Webb. Nothing stuck however."
That wasn't unusual. Detectives tended to focus on one person. Some blamed the one who taught rather than the one who did the crime.
He was pulled from his thoughts when they arrived at a door. Just then the door opened and students piled out. Each one had dog tags on their shirts.
When the detectives stepped aside many of them raised their hands in greeting. Not a single one stopped to talk to them. A man with blond hair came out behind them. His head was bowed and it took him a moment to look at them. He looked up and Quentin's heart stopped. Surprise filled him and surprise filled the others eyes.
Almost seven years after he disappeared Oliver Queen reappeared. What was almost as shocking was where he reappeared.
