I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in a while, there are personal reasons why but they don't matter. I will be updating this story more often now, so in the meantime, hope this rather short chapter is enough to tide you guys over until the next update.

City Hall

Morning

Oliver and Thea were going over some last minute details of some proposals Oliver had made when someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Is now a bad time?" Susan asked as she lingered in the doorway.

"We're just about done here, right?" Oliver asked as he looked over at Thea.

"Sure, we always have time for our favorite reporter," Thea said sarcastically as she gathered some files and walked out of the room.

"I'm sorry about her," Oliver said.

"It's fine. She's not the Queen I'm seeing," Susan noted.

"That's a rather old fashionw ay to say it," Oliver noted.

"Well, I'm not sure how else to put it considering we haven't…progressed," Susan trailed off suggestively.

"Meaning we haven't slept together," Oliver noted dryly.

Someone cleared their throat and the pair looked up.

"Hi," Quentin said awkwardly.

"Quentin," Oliver said surprised. "I wasn't expecting to see you today."

"Well, that's the thing about rehab. It's a long process and then it isn't. And from the looks of Thea out there, you need me back bad," Quentin said.

"How about I give you guys a minute," Susan said as she moved to leave.

"It's alright Ms. Williams; I wasn't planning on keeping my problems a secret. In fact, I'd like to talk with you about it. On camera," Quentin said to the surprise of Oliver and Susan.

"I will have my people call your people," Susan promised before walking out.

"Whoa, you live a complicated life," Quentin said once she was gone.

"How are you?" Oliver asked eager to change the subject.

"Fine. In fact, I'm feeling better than I have in a long while," Quentin said.

"That's good, but are you sure we should be pressing your luck with Susan?" Oliver asked concerned.

"If I were any more dry, I'd be dead. I'm ready to move forward Oliver, this is how," Quentin said confidently and Oliver nodded.

"Okay, Thea will prep you for the interview. Come on," Oliver said grabbing his keys and moving to walk out.

"Where we going?" Quentin asked.

"To go pick up your daughter from the hospital," Oliver said, taking Quentin back.

"What?"

Starling General Hospital

Later in the morning

"So, you stabbed my daughter?" Quentin asked for clarification.

"At her insistence, yes," Oliver admitted.

"And now, everyone thinks she's our Laurel?" Quentin asked, just so he got everything right.

"That about covers it," Oliver nodded.

"When did this become my life?" Quentin asked as he put a hand over his face.

"About the time the Flash showed up," Oliver said, patting Quentin on the shoulder.

They stopped in front of a room. Quentin knew without Oliver saying anything that this was the room his daughter was in.

"You ready for this?" Oliver asked.

"I-I don't know," Quentin admitted hesitantly, suddenly filled with nerves.

"I'll head inside first. You can wait by the car if you want," Oliver said, suddenly concerned he was pushing Quentin too soon.

"No, I'll be fine. Just…give me a minute," Quentin said.

Oliver nodded before entering the room. Laurel was just putting on her jacket when he walked in.

"Coming to pick me up? Whatever will your girlfriend think?" she said flirtatiously.

Oliver did not respond, beginning to grow used to her particular brand of humor. It actually reminded him of Tommy's at times.

"Hey, we need to talk," Oliver said and she noticed the look on his face.

"Did something happen? Is it Prometheus?" Laurel asked and Oliver shook his head.

"No, nothing like that. Quentin, he's out of rehab and he's outside the door," Oliver said and Laurel tensed. "He'd like to meet you. There is no wrong answer to this; I can tell him you're not ready if you want."

"No, no it's fine. I'm gonna have to face him at some point. Just…could you give us a minute?" Laurel asked.

Oliver nodded, stepping back outside.

"If you're ready, she's ready to see you," Oliver said gently.

Quentin nodded, stepping inside the room. Laurel stood there and Quentin paused as he stared at her, trying to find a trace of his Laurel in her.

"Hi dad," Laurel said, her throat catching slightly at her words.

"Do I remind you of your father?" Quentin questioned curiously.

"No. He died when I was thirteen," Laurel admitted.

"I'm sorry about that," Quentin said honestly.

"Do I remind you of your Laurel?" she asked in return.

"A little bit in the eyes. But I can see that you're different," Quentin said as he walked over to her.

"What do you know about me?" Laurel asked wearily.

"Oliver and Thea told me a little bit. That you were rounded up and experimented on by your earth's government. I'm sorry about that," Quentin said.

"Did they also tell you I came here with the army that invaded Central City?" Laurel asked bluntly.

"Yeah, they did," Quentin admitted. "But I don't see a monster when I look at you."

"What do you see?" Laurel asked curiously.

"My daughter," Quentin's answer took her by surprise. "You're a lot more damaged than my Laurel was but I still see my daughter when I look in your eyes. If you'd let me…I'd like to get to know you."

Laurel eyed him, the part of her that was still the little girl crying for her daddy telling her to accept his offer. Before she could say anything, however, the door burst open and Oliver rushed in.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we need to go," Oliver said and the Lances could hear the stress in his voice and see it on his face.

"What happened?" Quentin asked as they looked over at him.

"John just called. Military police took General Walker into custody. He and his men shot their way out, at least thirty dead and they are in the wind. If that wasn't bad enough, the trigger for the nuke he stole is missing," Oliver said to their horror.

Central City, Earth-2, many years ago

Morning

It was before early hours in the gym when Laurel walked in, looking around for Logan.

"I thought I told you that we had nothing else to discuss," Logan said as he was setting up a new bag.

"Yeah, you're also full of crap," Laurel said, pulling out the photo she had gotten from Vic. "Care to explain this?"

"I was named after my grandfather," Logan said evenly but Laurel could see in his eyes that he was hiding something.

"And he also looks exactly like you? I don't buy it. I saw something the night you saved me, I know I did. And you are lying to me about it, trying to throw me off because you don't want me to know whatever it is you're hiding" Laurel insisted.

Logan narrowed his eyes and Laurel could see that he was tense. She knew she was right without him even saying a word. Logan was keeping something quiet. Before the conversation could continue, a voice called out.

"All done Logan, oh," a dark haired man had come out of the back. "I didn't realize you had a student come by."

Logan said something, but Laurel didn't hear. She stared at the man, shock and horror on her face. She was startled out of it when Logan put a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay kid?" Logan concern on his face as she looked around, finding the man had snuck off while she was in a state of shock.

"That man, where'd he go?" Laurel demanded and Logan frowned, bewildered and concerned about the sudden change in her.

"Jim? He's my land lord, I rent this place. We were going over some things before you showed up. Why?" Logan demanded more than asked.

"His name isn't Jim. It's Brett, Brett Collins. He murdered my father," Laurel said to Logan's shock.

So, I'm obviously using some elements of the recent episode of Arrow for the flashback story. But I will be giving it my own spin.