Chapter fourteen.

Oliver – Revenge.

Our team assembled within an hour, including Clark - who seemed very pleased to see me back in action. I was myself again, seeing myself as Green Arrow and being in charge helped complete the healing process. I gave orders to my teammates who all looked at me with smiles which they tried hard to hide – I realized they were just so happy to finally have me back in charge, I could have given any order and they would have obeyed with a smile. I pretended not to notice. Soon we were on our Yacht speeding our way towards the coordinates watchtower had given us. Soon St Paul's rose out of the water ahead of us. It stood alone in the dark blue water, little more than a rock, as I had observed before. I felt an excitement grip me as I thought about seeing Chloe soon. My heart did fall slightly as I realized she probably wouldn't be in very good shape after having been imprisoned for months. I pushed those thoughts aside; it didn't matter as long as she was alive. There was hope as long as she was alive.

Soon we docked along a jetty, which was in surprisingly good condition, Bart tied the vessel securely and we disembarked quickly and silently. Moving fast we hid along the tree line, scanning the horizon for any sign of life. There seemed to be none. We moved up the hill until we saw a small building, which seemed to be built out of the very cliff face, part rock and part wood. It as well hidden from sight - above and below. My heart started to pound as we neared the structure, I readied my bow and I kicked the door in. It shattered to pieces at contact, obviously very weak. I gestured over my shoulder for my team to follow closely. As previously agreed, AC and Canary stayed by the entrance. Clark scanned the building and whispered;

"Two humans in the next room."

I nodded and walked slowly towards the door, which was against the opposite wall. I pushed the door and it swung open creaking loudly. As I looked inside my heart gave a terrific leap as I saw a small figure huddled against the wall. I would know that face anywhere, I had seen it each minute of every day since I had lost her, memorizing each curve and plane. I knew the exact color of her eyes and the pale pink curve of her lips. For a moment I was so happy to see her I didn't realize the other person in the room was holding a gun, which was pointed at my face.

"Put down your weapon!" I said. "You are surrounded and trying to fight is pointless." My voice distorter making the words seem far more sinister than they would otherwise have been.

I swung my bow up and pointed it at the man's face, imitating his stance.

I saw a look of fierce joy pass over Chloe's face as she recognized me; a small smile touched her lips before her head fell limply onto her shoulder.

"Chloe!" I shouted, fear gripping me as she passed out in front of my eyes. "What's wrong with her?" I asked the startled man as I dropped my weapon and ran towards her prone figure, ignoring him completely.

He dropped his gun and followed me. I was shocked to see tears in his eyes.

"I don't know what they did to her." He answered me, his voice gruff with emotion.

"They left an hour before you arrived."

I lifted Chloe into my arms, her small body fitting into my arms perfectly. Her head fell back against my arm limply.

"What is your name? And who are you?" I asked walking swiftly out into the fresh air and light.

"My name is Bill. I have been her warden - and friend – I'd like to think – for months now." I stared at him as I laid her onto the warm sand, so I could examine her properly.

"So, you work for someone?" I asked.

"Yes, I do." Bill answered.

I was about to ask who, when Chloe moaned and rolled onto her side clutching her stomach in pain.

"Princess, what wrong?" I asked her worriedly touching her shoulder helplessly.

"Ahhhh, Olli help me please!" She moaned, looking directly at me for the first time. "I'm losing my baby. Get help – Please!"

I stared at her in shock.

"What?!" Clark was on her other side, he scanned her and looked at me with anguish –

"She is pregnant, but the fetus is dead."

At his words she screamed.

"Noooooooo! Oh god no! Please stop it…" she clutched my hand her eyes wild, tears running down her cheeks.

"Oliver – our baby." I froze as she said those words.

For a few moments I had thought that maybe her captor had raped her or that someone else was responsible. Now I realized it was my baby she was losing and tears gathered in my eyes because there was nothing I could do. We were miles from the nearest town and it was already too late to save the tiny life that was already gone.

Dead before it could be born.

I lifted her back into my arms and started walking with her towards the yacht. My team trailed behind us. I felt the tears running down my cheeks now, a mixture of happiness and sadness. Chloe clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck her face buried against me. She shook and I knew she was in pain, but we had nothing to give her. We boarded the vessel and were underway in moments; Bill was left standing on the beach watching our departure. He made no move to stop us; it was as if he wanted us to take her away, to help her. I refused to put her down cradling her in my arms all the way back to the main land, she had passed out again. Soon we were at the Metropolis General Hospital and I placed her on a waiting stretcher. We had all changed out of our gear and were dressed normally but still we got plenty of stares as all of us walked in, myself holding an unconscious woman. Chloe was rushed off to theater and I waited, my thought in a tangle. My hands raked my hair continuously. I couldn't believe it was over, I had found her. Except we still didn't know who had done this to us. Soon it would be time for answers.

A doctor made his way towards us and I stood up quickly, suddenly nervous.

"Who is Oliver Queen?" He asked seriously.

"I am." I answered.

"What relationship do you have to Miss Sullivan exactly?"

I replied without thought. "I'm her fiancé."

The doctor pulled me to the side and said.

"Son, she is in pretty bad shape. She was given a mild dose of poison to make her miscarriage. She was close to three months pregnant and her system is rejecting the substance."

I didn't know what to say. I swallowed hard and waited.

"She will be fine, but it will take time."

The doctor patted my shoulder lightly.

"You can go and see her if you would like." I nodded, too choked to answer.

I pushed past him and walked swiftly towards the room where she was lying. As I entered I felt fresh tears run down my cheeks as I saw her pale but clean face. Eyes closed and blond hair surrounding her lovely face. She was thinner and her hair was almost touching her collarbone. I sat besides her and picked up her hand, raising it to my lips. She didn't stir, but for now it was enough just to sit next to her and drink in the sight of her. I felt an overwhelming love for her flood my whole being. I was now complete.