A special Thanks to my reviewers and those who put this story on their alert list, your support means the world to me. This is my take on an alternate bratva universe, I don't have a beta so all possible spelling and grammatical errors are solely mine and I hope you guys do forgive me for the very many possible errors.
And most importantly… I don't own Arrow or any of the characters in it ….. I am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes.
Laurel was miserable, she was making everyone around her equally miserable and I was the one who received most of her wrath. According to Sara this was the routine when she and Oliver were on one of their breaks. She did not appreciate me getting a look at one of her most vulnerable moments and she was indirectly punishing me by letting her minions loose on me. My mom and Quentin were on their honeymoon and Aunt Libby was babysitting the three of us, a job not a single one of us appreciated her for. We could take care of ourselves we didn't need a babysitter but Quentin stood firm on his decision, even Sara's colorful choice of words hadn't deterred him.
Friday nights are one of my favorite times in the week, it meant quite and peace which was hard to come by ever since we moved in with the Lance family. Luckily all of us had our own rooms, imagine if I were to sleep in the same room as Laurel, she would happily smother me with a pillow. This room was slightly bigger than my previous rooms, the one in Vegas and Glades. I found Sara's things scattered around in my room, she spent most of her time in here with me. She would come whenever she needed to vent about someone, when she needed help with home work, when she needed reassurance about how she looked even when she needed to confide in someone. I didn't realize I had been smiling the whole time I was thinking about Sara, I was truly happy that she had come to accept me, being an only child had been lonely and now with Sara I truly understood what was missing from my life.
But Friday nights are only me nights and I was going to enjoy them to the fullest. I rearranged the scattered parts on the low coffee table beside my bed; I had been building a computer from scratch. I had gotten the parts for it with the money that I made by waitressing and tutoring. This project had been put on hold for a long time, my free time was spent organizing my mother's wedding but now that it was over I was going to finish my baby.
I saw aunt Libby walk inside my room.
"Where are Laurel and Sara?"She looked panicked; she was taking this guardian job way too seriously. It was a Friday night and the girls were out partying, they had sneaked out an hour ago. I was surprised that it took her so long to realize that they were missing. Now she was furious. She crossed her arms and stared at me, hey I was not the one who snuck away! The Lance sisters had not appreciated being babysat by their step mother's sister. They intentionally made her mad, they both were grounded for breaking curfew last night. Now it was up to me, should I snitch on them or not?
"Laurel is at her study group and Sara is at the library." I lied, I was glad that I hadn't stumbled on my words but I could feel a flush creep up my neck.
"Sara in a library?" She snorted in disbelief, Fuck! Everybody knew Sara was not one of the brightest students.
"The mid terms are coming up, she has a lot to catch up." I offered meekly, it was a terrible lie to begin with and I was effectively making it worse.
"Really? Laurel is at her study group is she now?" She asked me skeptically. I shrugged nonchalantly, getting flustered will make me babble and give away the lie. I counted to ten before I spoke again.
"You know how anal she is about her grades." I retorted.
"Now that one I can believe." She replied with a smile, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.
"I am all for having fun I just wish they would just talk to me." She told me tiredly, I know she was trying her best to make them like her but it was an uphill task. I knew she just wanted to go back home, she was pretty sick of babysitting three teenage girls. Two more days and the newlyweds would be back from their honeymoon.
"They hate us aunt Libby." I whispered quietly. I looked down at the table unable to meet her eyes. Laurel was making me miserable at school and I don't think I could handle the harassment much longer, I wanted her to like me on her own terms. I could tell my guidance councilor, the principal, my mother or Quentin but I really didn't want her to get into trouble and that would make her hate me even more.
"That is not true Lis." She gave me a warm hug, it reminded me of my mom and made me miss her.
"I thought you were getting along with Sara." She was running soothing circles on my back. I nodded my head.
"She is pretty cool." I replied honestly. She moved away and wiped my tears, I hadn't realized I had been crying.
"I am proud of you, I thought you were going to rat them out." She teased.
"Well that's what siblings do right? Cover for each other?" I teased back.
My stomach took that exact moment to grumble loudly. Both us couldn't help the laughter that erupted seconds later.
"Let's feed you." We both made our way to the kitchen, both of us were terrible cooks and mission make dinner was abandoned after two failed attempts at cooking spaghetti.
I sat in the living room couch my stomach full; the Chinese takeout had been delicious. I heard aunt Libby rummaging through the things in the living room desk. I was too lazy to care.
"Oh crap! I left the file at home." I heard her frustrated voice.
"Something wrong?" I asked her, she looked worried.
"I need to quickly run home; I left an important file that I need tomorrow." I she told me as she hurried into the guest room to get ready.
"But tomorrow is a Saturday." I yelled out.
"Tell that to my boss." I heard her muffled reply from behind the doors. She had changed out of her pajamas into jeans and a shirt.
"I will be back in twenty minutes, will you be alright?" She asked me as she bustled around the living room trying to find her bag.
"No, a serial killer might break in and kill me." I deadpanned. She stopped to look at me.
"Very funny young lady, I am on the floor laughing my ass off." She retorted back with a poker face. It made me giggle a little. She paused at the door.
"When will the girls be back?"
"In an hour." Sara had texted me, the party blew and they were thinking of getting back early.
"Ok be safe."
I tried to surf through the available options on TV, nothing captured my interest. Oh well my baby was waiting for me. Time to get back to her.
The loud banging of the front door made me stop in my tracks. Did Libby forget her keys? What's with the rude banging?
I threw the door open a little irritated with the incessant banging, the sight in front of me surprised me into silence. He looked even better up close.
"You are not aunt Libby." The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"And you are not Laurel." Came his sluggish reply. Wow he was drunk like a skunk. His eyes were drinking in my body. I looked down at my pajamas, I was wearing dark sleeping shorts and a doctor who t shirt. My legs were exposed to his perverted eyes. I suddenly felt flushed in embarrassment. I looked up, he had an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Hi I am Oliver Queen." His air of confidence was undeniable, even when he was drunk through the roof.
"I know who you are Mr. Queen." I bit back, I was not going to let him intimidate me.
"Of course you do, everybody does." He grinned at me. He really was full of himself, unbelievable. Before I could complain he pushed past me into the living room. A pretty brunette followed him, she looked much older than him. I quickly closed the door behind me and followed them. Oliver Queen plopped down on the couch like he owned the damn place. I couldn't believe I found someone like him attractive.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded the brunette.
"I am Cindy." She replied cheerily, she extended her hand for a shake. Couldn't she feel the hostility in the air? Or was she too dumb to notice? I reluctantly shook hands.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her, aunt Libby would be back any minute now and it would not be a pretty picture if she finds him here. She can be quite the force when needed.
"Hey don't ask me I am just the designated driver." She had a blank expression on her face, I had no time to deal with her. It was hard to believe that she would naively follow him anywhere, well money and fame could be a pretty strong motivator.
"What are you doing here Mr. Queen?" I asked him, he was busy drinking from a flask I was sure it was not pumpkin juice that he was gulping down. He ignored me, it raised my ire.
"What are you doing here Mr. Queen? I raised my voice to get his attention.
"No Mr. Queen is my father no scratch that, it is my grandfather." He sneered at me. Oh dear Lord!
"Fine what are doing here Oliver?" I needed him out of this house right now. If Quentin found out he would be a dead man walking, a Queen or no Queen.
"I am not leaving until I talk to Laurel." A saddened expression filled his face, how was that I was ready to smack him one minute and console him the next?
"And you think showing up here with her would solve your problems." I couldn't help but snap at him. What was he thinking? Did he really think showing up drunk in the arms of another woman would make Laurel swoon? He should know better.
"I haven't fucked her." He paused and eyed the brunette next to him. "Yet." He added with a leer, wow I really wanted to kill him. Was this some kind of test?
"Keep an eye on him I will be right back." I ordered Cindy, who just pouted at me. I needed my phone, I ran up to my room and found what I was looking for. I needed reinforcement. I called Sara she would know what to do. She was not answering her phone.
"Pick up your phone Sara." I prayed, I groaned out loud when it went straight to voice mail. Luckily I just knew the person who could help me. He answered on the second ring.
"Tommy." I let out a sigh. I was relieved I didn't know what I would have done if he hadn't picked up.
"Hey this is Felicity, Felicity Smoak." I told him.
"You know how I love to entertain you Smoak but now is not a good time." I heard his clipped voice, the Tommy Merlyn I knew was filled mirth. Then realization dawned on me.
"Why? Looking for something?" I couldn't help but tease a little.
"Do you know where he is?" He asked me anxiously, seemed like the hunt for Oliver Queen had been going on for a while. I walked into the living room and found a passed out Oliver Queen on the couch and a flighty brunette fussing over her appearance as she stood in front of the mirror in the living room.
"Passed out on our couch." I grumbled.
"Is Laurel there?" He asked me.
"Luckily for him she is out, she will be back soon Tommy."
"I will be there in five." He hung up, I hoped he made it here before anyone else.
I spent the next few anxious minutes pacing in front the couch. The door bell rang, I really hoped it was Tommy and no one else. Luck was on my side, it was Tommy on the other side.
I pulled him in and locked the door behind.
"Well hello to you too Smoak." He mocked.
"Save the charm for later Merlyn, first you need to get him out of here." I was angry, I did not want to be a part of this messy drama.
"Who the hell is she?" He asked me eyeing the brunette in the living room.
"His designated driver." The brunette remained oblivious; she sat there on the couch meddling with her phone, giggling to herself. Well one thing was obvious; Oliver Queen had poor taste in women.
"He brought her here?" He was furious, the anger in his voice made me fear for Oliver. He took a deep breath before he reigned in his emotions. He tried to rouse Oliver who was out stone cold.
"Help me." Tommy pleaded.
"Fine." I reluctantly joined him. I was doing this for Quentin; I really did not want him to go to jail.
We had just managed to raise him up, when I heard voices outside the front door. Apparently aunt Libby had caught the Lance sisters trying to sneak in, we could hear them arguing.
"We need to get him to the back door." Tommy whispered to me, Oliver was heavy, was that all muscle? We were struggling to hold him upright.
"We can't, it is locked, the back yard is being remodeled." I told him, it was Quentin's gift to my mom, a beautiful backyard just like she wanted. Tommy looked at me with disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?" He growled irritably.
"I wish I was not." I apologized.
"You." He spoke to the brunette, "You are my date understood? We are here to see Laurel." She bobbed her head to him, guess that problem was sorted.
"Where is your room?" He asked me, the voices outside were getting louder and louder.
"What? Why?" Why would he ask where my room was?
"We are going to hide him in your room." I think I heard him wrong, he was not joking was he?
"No, absolutely not." There was no way that was happening.
"Please help a brother out." He begged, how did I get into this mess again?
Oliver Queen was in my bed; gosh that was not how I intended to say it. Even in my head I embarrassed myself. I locked my room door, here is to hoping that he does not wake up until everybody is asleep.
"Call me when me when he is awake I'll come pick him up." He told me.
"You both owe me." I whispered to him.
"That we do."
We walked into the living, the brunette talking to Laurel. Sara and aunt Libby were in the kitchen discreetly trying to spy on them. Oh this can't be good.
"Oh! Tommy there you are I was just telling Laurel that we came here to talk to her." She slinked her way to Tommy and clung on to his arms. She was a good actor I will give her that much, she was not completely useless.
"What are you doing here Tommy why is Oliver's car out front?" Laurel snapped.
"You know why Laurel." He told her calmly. "I took away his keys; he was too drunk to drive home." Wow he was a good liar.
"I am tired Tommy I don't want to do this right now." She looked exhausted, I almost felt sorry for her.
"Alright, then let us get out of your hair." He made his way out with the designated driver. I was going to chew through my nails before the night was over. If Laurel ever found out, she would kill the three of us. Now I had to keep Oliver Queen undiscovered the entire night or until he woke up, whichever happened first.
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