A/N: Hey gang, long time, no see. I've been wrangling some major league health issues, but when I saw Donna and Quentin together, I just really wanted Oliver's reaction to the possibility of well - this. And for all those people who insist that Oliver needs to be with a woman who is a "Lance" in order to be true to the Green Arrow canon – Merry Christmas ;-)

It's mostly dialogue and written quickly, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.


The Complete Set

When Felicity opened the front door of the loft, she was greeted by the sight of her mother who flew inside and hugged her so tight that Felicity winced. Had her mother forgotten the whole bullet wound thing?

"Oh baby, you're not going to believe what I have to tell you!" she squealed.

Felicity resisted the urge to sigh. Her mother had left a message yesterday that she'd been in Hawaii, but that she was headed to Star City and had "big news" for her daughter and Oliver.

Disentangling herself enough to shut the door, Felicity turned and saw that her mom was holding up her hand, her left hand, and that there were not one, but two rings, on the most significant finger. "Mom?"

"I got married!" Donna said jumping up and down. "Can you believe it?"

"Believe what?" Oliver said coming in from the kitchen. He'd been making dinner – some kind of elaborate lamb recipe to celebrate Felicity's first month anniversary of being home from the hospital.

Donna launched herself at Oliver and gave her future son-in-law a bone crushing hug. "We got married!"

Oliver sent Felicity a shocked look over her mother's shoulder, a question clear in his eyes. Felicity realized with a start, that in all the craziness that had ensued during the last holiday she'd never told him about seeing her mother with Quentin Lance…her mother couldn't really have married Captain Lance, could she? And would being shot be a good enough excuse for the fact Felicity hadn't told Oliver about it? Oh boy.

Oliver pulled back from the hug. "Um…congratulations? Who's the lucky guy?"

Felicity sent her mother a panicked look. "Mom please tell me you didn't marry…"

Donna batted Oliver's arm playfully. "Oh, like you don't know. I doubt Felicity's that good at keeping secrets."

Oliver frowned and glanced at Felicity who felt like her world was tipping off its axis. Clearing his throat Oliver said, "You'd be surprised."

"You," Donna said proudly, pointing at herself, "are looking at the new Mrs. Quentin Lance."

Felicity saw Oliver's face go a shade bordering between white and grey. "What?"

For the first time Donna seemed to realize that she was dropping a bomb. "Felicity really didn't tell you about us?"

"Mom!" Felicity said sharply. "I saw you kissing at the holiday party," Felicity said. "I didn't think that equaled true love!"

"Well, sometimes it does," Donna said, shrugging her shoulders. Then she turned back to her daughter's fiancé, "Oliver, honey, are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Congratulations," he said numbly. "I just need to…." And without another word he turned and walked out of the room.

"He seems upset," Donna said, turning a confused look on her daughter. "Does he not like Quentin?"

"Um…there's a history," Felicity said. "They're okay now, but they've…well, did you know that Oliver dated both of his daughters?"

"Well, and now he's engaged to his step-daughter," Donna said cheerily. "So he's got the complete set."

"Oh boy," Felicity thought again, although this time out loud. "Can you just excuse me for a minute?"

She went in the direction and found Oliver leaning against the counter, staring at the tile, arms crossed over his chest. His face was blank.

"Don't be mad at me, it wasn't like I kept it a secret," Felicity said quickly walking toward him. "If you'll remember the whole abduction and shooting thing you'll know I have a pretty good excuse for forgetting to…"

"I'm not mad at you," Oliver interrupted, his voice flat.

She walked forward and put her hands on his upper arms, looking up into his face. "Then what?"

He shook his head. "Your mother just married Captain Lance."

"Yeah," Felicity said. "Weird, right?" She narrowed her eyes trying to understand his reaction.

"I just," he took a deep breath. "I thought I was getting a fresh start – you know, with you."

"You are," Felicity said firmly. "You are."

He shook his head and sighed. "I was. But now – well you realize that you're…"

Felicity realized what he was getting at, it was a continuation of her mother's comment about a "complete set." She sighed and rested her head against his still tense bicep, "Kind of Captain Lance's daughter?"

"Yes," Oliver said, biting off the word.

Felicity let out a tired laugh. "I promise not to let him adopt me, if that helps."

Oliver let out a dry chuckle and his arm finally came around to lay on her back. "Don't let him walk you down the aisle. That would creep me out."

"Really?" Felicity said looking up at Oliver, "because I was thinking about asking him anyway…" Oliver's glare stopped her in her tracks. "Okay then. Barry? I'd ask Digg, but you already stole him to be best man."

Rolling his eyes Oliver said. "I can live with that."

"Holy crap," Felicity said leaning her head on his chest. "Do you think they told Laurel yet?"

Just as she asked the question they heard the door slam in the front room and two familiar voices, a father and daughter, yelling.

"I'd say the answer is yes," Oliver said.

Felicity reached for his hand. "C'mon then. Let's go meet my new daddy," she said sarcastically.

"Don't even…" Oliver said sharply. "Please don't call him that ever again."

"Oh yeah," Felicity said, rolling her eyes. "This is going to be fun."