When Justice Calls

After the Undertaking Oliver Queen has hung up his hood and is now running his family's business. Then he hears there's another vigilante in town and she's been looking for him. He puts on his hood to find her and comes face to face with a ghost. SPOILERS for SEASON 2!

Ch 3

Diggle watched Oliver stare at the woman he called Sara. The only Sara he knew that Oliver knew was Sara Lance. The Sara Lance that he said died when the Queen's Gambit went down. But the look of shock on his face told him that's who was standing before them.

She stared back at him, her face unreadable. Her hair was blonde but it was her. It was Sara, she was alive, she survived. "How?" Oliver asked softly when he regained the ability to speak.

Her eyes looked away from his. "There was a pirate ship following us" she told him her voice sounding dull and robotic "They were planning on boarding us. When we went down, they fished me out of the water"

They waited for her to say more but it appeared that was she was going to tell them. Oliver couldn't stop staring at her, his chest tightened with the guilt that was washing over him. "Pirates?" he repeated. Not wanting to think about what they could've done to her. "I looked for you, I screamed your name…I"

"That's not why I'm here" she told him locking her blue eyes onto his. "We can't change what happened, but we can change what happens now. I need you to help me kill some people"

"That's not what we do" Diggle spoke up, she just asked him to kill people as if she telling him what to pick up at the store. He knew Oliver wasn't thinking straight, the girl he thought died was alive. But whoever that girl was, he could tell the one standing in front them wasn't that girl now. They didn't need another Helena on their hands.

Felicity's eyes went back and forth between Oliver and Sara Lance. Another person has come back from the dead, well not come back from, thought was dead but apparently she was not. She looked back at her computers; the picture that suddenly appeared on the monitor shocked her back into awareness. How did that happen? Who was on her computer?

"That is Al-Owal, he's one of the leaders of group called the League of Assassins" Sara said to them when she saw the picture pop up. "He and his team have been sent to kill Laurel and my father, and then they'll come for me."

"Why is a group of assassins after you?" Diggle asked since he was the only one that willing to ask questions that needed to be asked. This woman was unnerving to watch, she moved almost robotically like Ollie did when he first met him.

Sara turned to face the man named John Diggle."Because I've been trying to dismantle his operations"

"By yourself?" Diggle asked incredulously.

"No, I have a team, that is who accessed your computer" she replied then she turned back to Oliver. "The league is a secret society of highly trained and skilled assassins. Once you become a target, your life is theirs. Only death will stop them from accomplishing their goal"

"How do you know so much about a secret organization of killers?" Diggle asked.

"Because I was one of them" she answered in the same monotone voice she'd been using since she arrived.

"You're an assassin?" Oliver asked through gritted teeth. That's not what he wanted to hear. Sara wouldn't become a killer…not unless…what had they done to her? What had he done to her? This was his fault.

"I was. I left and now they are coming after my family. I will not let them hurt them." She said with some emotion in her voice. "I can't do this alone"

"I'll help" Oliver said before Diggle could interrupt.

Sara watched from the shadows as Felicity waited outside her father's apartment. They knew he was getting off of a work soon. Oliver and Diggle were looking after Laurel, so she went with Felicity. Her father knew about the Hood but not his real identity, but knowing about him should be enough for him to believe what Felicity is going to tell him.

Felicity shivered in cold and pulled her jacket tighter. She looked out into the streets to see if she could find Sara, but there was no sign of her. She was there somewhere Felicity knew that much only because Sara said she'd be around to watch the perimeter. She gave up her search for the trained assassin and watched for Lance's car.

Quentin Lance sighed loudly when he saw Felicity Smoak standing outside his door. He was tired, he had just worked a seventeen hour shift, and he wasn't in the mood to talk with her. He wanted to go to bed. The Hood had suddenly showed up again, so he guessed that meant there could be trouble. More trouble then what they were already dealing with. He got out of his car and walked to her.

"Detective…Officer…Lance" she stuttered out. "I'm sorry I don't know what to call you" she told him awkwardly.

"We diffused an earthquake causing bomb together. You can call me Quentin" he told her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes…actually…um." She began she didn't know how to tell him this. Yes they stopped one of the bombs from going off together, but she didn't know him that well. She supposed it would've been more awkward talking to Laurel. "I have reason to believe your life is in danger. You need to hide"

"My life is in danger?" he asked incredulously. "How do you know this?"

Felicity bit her lip, she probably should've thought of a reason for that, since she couldn't just tell him his not dead daughter told her. Sara told her not tell him. "Umm…I can't really explain that but you are in danger and you need to go into hiding. For your safety" she said strongly. At least she hoped it sounded strong.

"I'm a cop. I carry a gun. If someone comes after me I'll shoot them" he told her as he walked up the steps.

"Sir, Quentin" Felicity said following him up the steps her voice sounding desperate.

"I can take care of myself" he told her as he opened his door and walked inside. "Goodnight, Mrs. Smoak"

"Does that mean you'll go into hiding?" She asked as he shut the door. Felicity looked around for Sara, hoping she heard that. She tried but she wasn't enough to convince him of the danger he was in. She could diffuse a bomb, set up a untraceable computer network and hack into the FBI database, she was the behind the scenes girl, not the authoritative presence needed to convince a police officer that his life was in danger without telling him why.

Quentin took a shower and changed his clothes. He looked at his bed, he was beat but he was also hungry. He walked to his kitchen and opened the fridge. It was empty. He had been on his own for awhile now, but he still hadn't gotten used to stocking the fridge. He should just go to bed but he was starving. He had his hand on the door knob, then walked back into his bedroom to retrieve his gun.

He didn't really know what Felicity Smoak was going on about but he figured better be safe then sorry and better be armed than not. He locked his door and started down the street towards his car. He stopped when he felt a presence behind him. He pulled out his gun and spun around.

His heart nearly jumped in his throat as he saw the woman standing in front of him. His lungs begged for air as he just stared at her, his mind trying to process what his eyes were seeing. She didn't say anything, she just stared back at him. So he couldn't tell if she was real. Then she started walking towards him she reached him she put her hand on the gun he still held out in front of him. She pushed it down and his arm fell loosely to his side.

"Sara?" he choked out as she threw her arms around him. He hesitated for a second before gathering her in his arms. "Your mother was right" he said softly into her ear.

He was about to say more when she pulled away suddenly, grabbed him, pushed behind the car and threw him to the ground hard. Then he heard the twang of metal hitting the side of the car they were standing by. He tried to peer around to see but Sara pushed his head back down. He was confused as he felt his gun being lifted from his hand. "Stay down" She said to him hard, demanding, authoritative. Words he'd never use to describe his younger daughter's voice. "Is this loaded?" she asked. He nodded still trying to process everything.

"Is this way you want to play it?" she asked looking up in the sky and holding the gun out to the side. "You are going to treat me like one of your targets? Or are you afraid to do this face to face because you know I'd win?" she said to them and dropped his gun and kicked it away from her. "Here I'll even it up for you"

Quentin watched from behind the car. What was she doing? What was going on? He saw two men appear as if they just popped out there of thin air.

"We really don't want to this Lisa, after everything we've been through together. You were one of us." he began.

"But you broke your oath" The other finished for him.

Sara eyed the men in front of her. She felt insulted that he didn't send his best in the first wave. She supposed he was testing her like he always did. I will not fail, just like you taught me, Master.

Quentin watched in shock as his daughter stood between the two men. He heard them call her Lisa. The two men reached behind their backs and pulled out curved blades. Swords? He whispered to himself. Sara gave them both an amused smile and threw her hands down, two knifes popped out of nowhere in her hands. She said something in another language to them and they replied. It sounded Arabic. Sara never spoke any other languages where would she learn Arabic?

He watched as they circled each other, eyes locked waiting for a moment to strike. Then one of them did, he brought the blade down in an arc, Sara caught the blade between her knives and kicked her foot between his legs. He was ready for that easily backed away and smiled at her with a cocked brow saying really a groin kick? Then she got into a fighting stance, her hands in fists holding the knives blade down. The two men held their blades with two hands out in front of them.

They both came at her at the same time; she ducked and rolled away from them. She was up on her feet so quick that they were still recovering from their miss. She grabbed the nearest one and slammed her knee into his face, her elbow coming down hard on his wrists, the sword clattered to the ground. She pulled his head up and slit his throat. She gently dropped him to the ground and turned to face the second man who had just recovered.

Quentin watched on in shock and horror. The knives weren't weapons they were like extensions of her arms.

The other man saw his dead companion and had fear in his eyes as she looked at him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and got ready to fight her. He swung his blade and she dodged back and forth. He continued attacking her with his scimitar, his momentum propelled him forward and she went the opposite way running at him and buried her knife arcing it up to his chest. She let go off her knife, spun around and landed a vicious ax kick to his back. His body smacked into the ground. She flipped him over, removed her knife and swiped her knife against his throat.

"Is this your car?" she asked as she walked back over to him. He nodded. "Give me your keys" He shakily handed them over to her. "Get in" she told him and walked around to the driver's side. She pulled the knife out of the side and threw it on the ground.

He slid in the car as she started it up. He looked back. "You killed those men" he said still in shock of what he just witnessed.

"They would've killed us…you." she said and took off, speeding down the street. She slowed down and drove normally when they got to the main road.

They drove down the dark city streets. "Your mother!" he shouted. "If they are after us, then we have to make sure she's safe!" They had been estranged for years after Sara's disappearance; they had briefly reconnected when she came with her news that Sara was alive. She was right.

"Mom's fine" Sara replied. Quentin stared at her. "She found me" she told him.

"She found you?" he asked incredulously. "How?" He knew his ex wife was a determined woman that was one of the things that he both admired and hated about her. Once she put her mind on something she wouldn't stop until it was complete. And that skill had helped her find their daughter. She never gave up hope and he had buried his. What kind of father did that?

"I didn't want to be found. That's why I sent the decoy when she found a picture of me" Sara let out a small laugh, if she only knew how her mother spent her nights when she was kid she would've done a better job. "She didn't believe it so she kept looking into it. Then she found me" There was a lot more to it than that, but that's all he'd get now. Dinah needed to be the one to tell him.

Quentin Lance could do nothing but stare straight ahead with his mouth agape. His brain reeling after all that just happened. His daughter was alive; his daughter just killed two men with skills he'd never seen before. What was this? Was he dreaming? Did he actually go home and just fall asleep? This couldn't be real. Why did they call her Lisa?

He barely noticed as they pulled into an underground garage. Sara put the car in park and stared out at the empty garage.

His cop mind was telling him there were dead bodies on the street and he knew who killed them. He turned to look at her. "Sara" he began.

He saw her wince and his eyes followed her arm down to her stomach where he saw that blood soaked through her shirt. "You're hurt!" he said his mind going straight into worried dad mode.

Tbc…