Chapter I
I Don't Have A Daughter
"So it must get kind of lonely," Thea commented while taking an ornament down from the tree. "Ollie?"
Oliver's head moved up to look at his sister who was standing on a step stool. "Hm?"
"You ok?" His sister asked with furrowed eyebrows.
He forced a smile at his sister. "Just tired." It wasn't a lie, he was in fact tired. But more specifically he was tired from chasing down a serial killer the previous night. In his defense it was six o'clock in the morning and his day off from the office. He didn't even notice his sister climb down from the small freestanding ladder.
"Do you need me to get you anything? You look like you got hit by a bus." Thea crossed her arms and looked up at her brother with concern in her eyes.
Before he could open his mouth he heard a knock on the door. His head turned and he looked back at Thea. He smiled and raised his index finger. "One second."
She followed him over to the door and watched as the door opened exposing a woman who was dressed in business suit. "Mr. Oliver Queen?" The woman asked in a very formal tone, "I'm with child services and if you have a minute..."
Oliver stepped out of the doorway and allowed the woman to enter into the foyer.
"Is there a place we could talk?" She asked.
He looked over at his sister who was standing by his side. "Thea, would you please excuse me?"
She starred at her brother for a moment and then looked at the woman. "I'll go make some coffee."
As Thea left Oliver walked the woman into the main living room. "What can I do for you?" He asked as he took a seat on the couch.
The social worker sat across from him and smiled. She crossed her legs, and lifted a briefcase onto the cushion beside her. When opening it up she took out a rather small file. "If my knowledge is correct about eight years ago you had a daughter?"
For a second Oliver simply looked at the woman. He blinked a few times and he tried to find something to say but for some reason now sound would come out of his mouth.
"Constance," The woman told him. "She is eight ye-"
"I think you are mistaking me for someone else." Oliver told her. "I don't have a daughter."
The woman looked down at her heels and opened the file. "I believe that you are the only Oliver Queen in Starling city, am I correct?" She handed him the file and straightened her jacket.
He took the file but his eyes didn't leave the woman's.
"If you will...take a look, I'm sure something is bound to draw your attention."
His eyes fell to the folder; he began to skim the document but his eyes stopped at the picture that was clipped to the folder. A small girl, must been younger than ten, she had light brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He looked at her expression, it had seemed lifeless. An expression that he knew all to well.
"Sandra, her mother passed away a little less than a week ago. The department wanted to place her into the system but since my time working with Constance, she has asked me the same question every morning and every night."
Oliver's eyes didn't leave the image, he listened to the woman's words and he wanted to close the file and shove it back at her claiming there must be some mistake.
"She wanted to know who are." She paused as she watched the man close the folder. "But you have every right to decline but your agreement is required before we take the next step."
Well that probably sucked on a variety of different levels but you know, that's ok... I'll continue if there is interest though, I could easily keep this going until the hiatus is over. ... If anyone wants to let me know what they thought that would be great. This is my first story in the fandom so I'm still trying to get a feel for all the characters, so please: criticism/helpfulness = happy happy me. Any ideas you guys have I would ABSOLUTLEY love to hear.
(And yes the kids name is Constance [Connie] that is my take on a girl name version for Connor [The Green Arrow's son in the comics])
