Chapter 2

Media Bomp Droppin'!

Disclaimer: Holy Hell man! I was not expecting the reactions I got for the first chapter of this story! I am honestly blown away by it and I just want to say thanks so much for all the feedback, favorites, and follows! Here's to hoping you all enjoy the second chapter as much! As always, I own nothing but what you see here!


2 Days Later

Two days had passed since the letter had arrived and all of Moira's attempts to find out anything behind the awards her son was being awarded had failed to warrant anything. Even her admittedly underhanded tactic of telling Thea in order to get her daughter to somehow trick her brother into revealing anything had failed spectacularly despite the girl's best attempts! Both mother and daughter were practically nearing wits end where Oliver was concerned thanks to his being amazingly tight lipped about the whole thing. Thea had made the suggestion to somehow bug his phone so they could listen in on things but he had made that practically impossible to do. Plus, neither Queen really had an idea of how to actually bug one's phone anyway! Walter, bless that man's soul, had been doing all he could to try and keep the two calm in some manner so as not to aggravate the situation any further then what it already was. As the British man could tell young Oliver was heavily displeased with the entire situation and the two people he loved most weren't helping the matter any. And once again the man was attempting to keep some sort of order in the Queen home after walking in on Thea attempting to convince Mr. Diggle to bug her brother's phone.

"But Walter! Its weird that somehow he's getting these awards when he was on that island for 5 years! So we have to know how he managed to get them! And besides, I know you have to be curious too about the whole thing." Replied the girl with a slight whiny huff.

God knows Digg was curious too and any attempts on his part to find out anything hadn't worked too well. Hell, his upper arm was still stinging from where Oliver had hit him with those sticks last night! "While I admit to some curiousity on my part, I know better then to constantly harrass your brother into admitting anything since I can clearly see it won't work. Something you and your mother fail to realize, Thea. Patience must be a factor until your brother is willing to share or the details of his awards are learned through other means." Chastized the man gently as he stared down at his displeased step-daughter.

"Thea! Did speaking with Mr. Diggle work out?" Came Moira's voice as she came into the living room and preventing any retorts the young Queen could have made to her step-father.

Earning a snort of amusement from the bodyguard himself while Walter gave his wife a reproachful look. "Really, Moira?"

"What? I was inquiring about travel plans for the day is all."

The look he gave her told her he didn't buy that at all. Moira held her ground for several moments until her husband's look made her cave more then it normally would have. "Oh, alright, yes, it was about what you think. But I know even YOU have to have some burning curiousity about all this where Oliver is concerned."

"Funny, Thea said pretty much the same thing."

"Great minds think alike you know." Quipped Thea with a smile.

"Then great minds should take heed of the fact that too much pressure can cause an explosion." Warned Walter seriously.

Digg snorted at that. "I think you're too late for that one."

His words got the three to look his way. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Diggle?" Wondered Thea.

"Oh, let's just say that last I saw of him, your brother was taking out his frustrations on a giant tire with a sledgehammer."

"I had wondered where that thing came from." Murmured Moira with a shake of the head.

Not even Raisa had known when asked about it! "So, I believe it best if you two leave things be before he finds something else to use a sledgehammer on." Walter cautioned his wife and step-daughter.

Gaining looks from the two that told him they weren't exactly liking that idea! "Fine. We'll… Leave him alone about this."

"MOM!"

"Thea! For all we know, this is bringing up bad memories that he doesn't want to think about! I only wish I had thought of that sooner!"

Thea stared at her mother for a moment and realized she may have a point. Which made her feel guilty over as she had seen some of her brother's scars. Scars he refused to talk about still despite the fact he probably needed to talk about them! If not with her, then with a shrink or something. Walter was about to smile in victory when the universe chose to conspire against him through Raisa. Who ran into the front room to inform them to turn on the tv to channel 38. "This just in, we've been informed that Oliver Queen, son of billionaires Robert and Moira Queen is being awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, the Order of Dr. Sun Yat-sen, and the Order of Saint Catherine the Great Martyr for services rendered to the United States, China, and Russia! He is to be awarded this coming Sunday here in Starling City! An anonymous source has also chosen to reveal one of the reasons for Oliver Queen's being awarded the Distinguished Service Cross and the Order of Dr. Sun Yat-sen, said reason being that he was one of several who helped stop General J.G. Walker's actions to try and bring China to ruins through Economical and Chemical Warfare. This is Susan Williams with Starling Media, who want you to stay tuned for more updates on the upcoming awards ceremony!"

Silence reigned in the living room of the Queen Manor as everyone took the time to digest what they'd just learned. The Queen ladies looked at one another and then as one, said one thing. "OLIVER!" Shouted the two before walking off to go and find him and possibly get answers with Raisa following them!

"Blast. My victory was a short lived one." Mourned Walter sadly with a shake of the head.

"Life is like a War, always throwin' unexpected bombs your way."

Walter nodded at that. "Apt analogy if I ever heard one. Now, I believe we may need to go and rescue Oliver from those two."

"Copy that." Came the reply, complete with a grin.

Meanwhile, At Quentin's

One Quentin Larry Lance wasn't happy. And that was understating how unhappy he was at this point in time after having seen a certain broadcast about a certain punk kid! His apartment was pretty much getting destroyed too in his blind rage over Oliver. "THAT NO GOOD DAUGHTER KILLING SON OF A BITCH!" Roared out the man as he threw a chair at a window and pretty much sending it flying out said window in his rage.


Author's Notes: Well now, Lance ain't happy! Seems Oliver is about to have even more headaches now thanks to that broadcast! As for why I chose Walker instead of Shrieve instead of keeping it in canon where Shrieve's concerned, lets just say I've got something in mind and if you've read 'What If? Making The Call', you might have an idea where he's concerned. Next chapter will show more reactions to the news as well. Hope you all enjoyed and R and R!