Okay, first, I'd like to talk to you all about something. In the past, I have out up several notes about how I am moving over to AO3 permanently. While I am still going to primary operate over there for stories, I do acknowledge that, when it is working, I do like this site. SO, I am not as done over here for stories as I thought. Not sure what stories I will post over here, and I am not bringing nay of the deleted stories back, but I will be posting stories over here as well.

Star City Police Department

Night

After a long day at work, Quentin walked out of the precinct to see his daughter waiting for him by his car.

"You didn't have to wait for me; we could've met at the restaurant." Quentin told her as he reached her.

"It's been a long couple weeks and I want to talk." Laurel said simply and he nodded in understanding.

"So no leads on Prometheus then?" Quentin inquired.

"He knows how to hide, even from the League it seems. Nyssa and Ollie think he might be a former member. And he hasn't so much as showed up since he went on that killing spree a couple weeks ago." Laurel said her voice full of frustration.

Suddenly, a shuriken flew out and hit Laurel, creating a small cut on the side of her neck. Laurel instinctively reached her hand up to the wound, wincing as she felt her blood on her hand. Quentin pulled out his gun and they whirled around, seeing Prometheus standing behind the care.

"Prometheus I presume?" Quentin sneered as he aimed at the dark dressed man.

"I have no quarrel with you Captain. Step aside." Prometheus told him in his disguised voice.

"Go to hell." Quentin snarled.

"Have it your way."

Prometheus threw a shuriken, which hit the gun and caused it to fly out of Quentin's hands. Laurel then rushed Prometheus and the two began exchanging blows. Laurel managed to land a few lucky blows but Prometheus was simply far more skilled and better trained. Prometheus blocked a strike from Laurel by grabbing her hand and then kneed her in the stomach, forcing her on her knees and following up by elbowing her in the face. He then grabbed her by the hair, whirling around and sending her face first into the back seat window of Quentin's cruiser. The glass shattered and Prometheus let go, Laurel not moving an inch.

"You son of a bitch!" Enraged, Quentin rushed him.

Prometheus whirled around, pulling out his sword as he kicked Quentin in the abdomen. Quentin fell back and landed on his back as Prometheus began stepping forward, sword in hand like he was going to kill Quentin.

"Leave him alone," Prometheus looked over to see Laurel, a few cuts on her face from the glass, standing shaking as she used one hand on the car to support herself, "I'm the one you're after. Do what you want to me, just leave him alone."

In response, Prometheus pulled out a tranq dark and threw it at her. It hit Laurel in the shoulder and she lost her grip on the car, falling to the ground, out cold as Prometheus turned and disappeared into the night. Quentin stood up and quickly rushed over to Laurel's unmoving form.

"Laurel, Laurel!?" Quentin cried out, shaking her but she was unresponsive.

Quentin quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed, trying desperately not to panic.

"I need an ambulance, stat!" Quentin yelled into the phone.

League hideout

Later

Roy growled in frustration as he lowered the bow in his hand. His aim was off, the arrow he had fired at the target missed by half an inch. Not much, but in battle, half an inch could mean the difference between success and failure, life and death.

"Not bad." Oliver said as he walked up behind his student.

"Half an inch off." Roy said bitterly as he glared down at his robotic arm.

He hated it. Every time he looked at it, he was back there, crying out as Prometheus sliced off his arm. And at night, he would wake up due to the phantom pain in his arm but so far, he had managed to keep that little piece of information form Thea and Oliver.

"You lost your arm two weeks ago and you've had that one for less than a week Roy. Don't push yourself Roy, try and ease yourself back into it." Oliver advised.

"How can I when there is a psychopath out to get us and I can't even shoot my damn bow properly!?" Roy snapped as he threw his bow across the room.

"I might be able to help with that." Oliver told him vaguely and Roy raised an eyebrow.

"How?" Roy asked and Oliver smirked.

"Follow me." Oliver said, turning around and walking out of the room, Roy following after him, curious.

Oliver led him into a room with a bunch of briefcases that looked like they contained guns. Oliver pulled one out and opened it up. Roy looked down and saw there was a crossbow inside. It was a bigger model that Helena's, looking more like a gun than a crossbow, and it was black instead of purple, to match Roy's assassin gear.

"I know you want to be able to shoot the bow." Oliver began.

"It's the only thing I've ever been good at. It's like…" Roy trailed off, not sure how to describe it.

"Like when you pick up that bow, you become complete. Like that little piece of you that was missing is backs and you're whole again," Oliver said knowingly and Roy nodded, "I get it, I feel the same way. You will shoot again Roy, but for now, maybe this'll split the difference."

As Roy picked up his new weapon, examining it, Oliver's phone rang and he answered.

"Captain, what Is it?...What?"

Starling General Hospital

Later

Laurel had a bandage on her neck where the shuriken had cut her and smaller ones where the glass had cut her face. She lay back in bed as her father talked to her doctor when the door suddenly burst open. Everyone looked over as Oliver and Nyssa burst in.

"Laurel, are you alright?" Oliver asked immediately.

"Well, I got hit with a shuriken, had my head smashed through a car window, and knocked out by a serial killer. Other than that, I'm just peachy." Laurel said dryly.

"Mr. Queen, I'm afraid you and your friend are going to have to leave. Family only, hospital policy." Laurel's doctor said apologetically.

"Its fine," Quentin interjected, "Doc, how about you and I talk outside while these three catch up."

Laurel's doctor looked like she wanted to protest, but she reluctantly followed Quentin out of the room. Once the door closed behind them, Nyssa walked over to her friend and took her hand.

"Are you alright?" Nyssa inquired concerned and Laurel nodded.

"I've had worse beatings. But I'm not the one you two should be worried about." Laurel said as she looked over at Oliver.

"Prometheus." Oliver noted.

"He attacked me as Laurel Lance, not as the Black Canary, which means he knows who I am. He probably knows about my dad to." Laurel noted worried.

"Okay, I've got ten of my men outside, keeping an eye on the hospital. I also have six men inside, three keeping an eye on you, three on your father." Oliver said as he ran a hand over his face.

"Ollie, if Prometheus wanted us dead, he would've killed us when he attacked." Laurel pointed out.

"I'm not taking any chances, not when he knows who you are and that you're working with me." Oliver said grimly.

A short while later, after a short argument that eventually had Laurel conceded to the League's protection, Oliver and Nyssa exited her room. Quentin was standing outside, with a look on his face they didn't like.

"Is something wrong with Laurel?" Nyssa asked, assuming the worst.

"No, Doc says she's gonna be fine," Quentin quickly assured her to the relief of her and Oliver, "but they found a drug in Laurel's system called Dycloseral."

"Dycloseral?" Oliver repeated, his blood running cold as Quentin nodded grimly.

"I have never heard of this drug, but you two clearly have," Nyssa noted as she looked back and forth between them, "what is this drug?"

League hideout

Later

"How's Laurel?" Thea asked as Oliver and Nyssa walked into the lair.

"Better now that the Dycloseral is out of her system. Prometheus injected her with it when he attacked." Oliver explained as he walked over to the computer.

"What the hell is Dycloseral?" Helena demanded, speaking for everyone.

"It's a drug that is used to treat Tuberculosis. Three years ago, this man, Justin Clayborne," Oliver said as he brought up a picture on the computer screen so they could all see, "acquired the right to it with his company, very conveniently around the time of an outbreak in Lamb Valley. Only it wasn't so convenient. Clayborne was part of the AK Desmond group, Black Marketers who specialize in Bio-weapons. Guess what they were working on when Clayborne got the rights to Dycloseral?"

"Weaponized Tuberculosis." Roy said and Oliver nodded.

"He created the epidemic, then jacked up the prices for the treatment to way more than the people in Lamb Valley could afford. Thinning the herd, he called it right before I put an arrow in his chest." Oliver seethed at the memory.

"You were far more merciful than I would have been." Slade said in disgust, sharing Oliver's fury.

"After his death, Clayborne's company went down; he had no relatives to leave it to." Oliver explained.

"Still, Prometheus using Dycloseral three years later can't be a coincidence." Thea noted.

"It does send a message." Roy noted grimly.

"What message?" Helena wondered.

"I'm alive and I'm coming for you." Oliver noted.

"You think Prometheus is Clayborne?" Helena wondered.

"But you killed him." Thea pointed out.

"Just as your father thought he killed Oliver," Nyssa said and Thea flinched, "as Oliver thought he killed Slade. As Star City believes Mr. Harper to be dead."

"Okay, she gets it," Oliver interrupted, "I asked Quentin to do some digging. The old Clayborne manufacturing plant reports heavy usage of power and water over the last few months."

"Kid, this seems a little easy." Slade pointed out.

"It does," Oliver agreed, "but it's the first real lead we've gotten since he showed up. Now let's move out."

Star City

Later

A door as blown back by an explosion of sparks as Speedy and Roy, armed with his new crossbow, stepped inside.

"We're in." Roy said over the comms.

"Copy," Oliver said as he and Deathstroke touched down, "Nyssa, Helena?"

"We are in position." Nyssa said, pulling out her sword.

"No one make a move until I give the order." Oliver said as he and Deathstroke moved out.

"That could be something," Deathstroke noted as they came upon a magnetically sealed door, "or it could be a trap."

"You keep moving, I'll check this out." Oliver ordered and Deathstroke nodded.

As his right hand left him, Oliver moved towards the door when it unlocked itself with a few clicks. Oliver paused, surprised before moving in. It was time he and Prometheus finally had a chance to officially meet.

He opened up the doors and walked through them cautiously. He found himself in an office area, although it had been shut down. A telephone rang and Oliver whipped his head towards it. He cautiously approached it and saw a previously dark room light up. Cautiously, Oliver approached the room. As he did, the door slammed shut and locked. Oliver whirled around and aimed his bow at Prometheus.

"Justin Clayborne, you have failed this city." Oliver told him coolly.

"Not as badly as you have, Mr. Queen." Prometheus said in a matching tone.

"I have eyes on Prometheus." Oliver said over the comms before firing at Prometheus.

But Prometheus threw one of his shurikens in response. It shattered the arrowhead and sliced the arrow clean in two. Oliver and Prometheus rushed each other and Prometheus jumped onto the archer, sending him down to the floor. Prometheus began punching him but Oliver landed a kick and Prometheus instinctively jumped off him. Oliver stood up and Prometheus pulled out his sword and tried to strike the archer but Oliver used his bow to block. Oliver kicked him in the chest, sending the serial killer down to the ground.

Oliver tried to kick him in the head but Prometheus grabbed him by the leg and pulled him down to the floor. They both stood up and engaged each other before Prometheus kicked Oliver, sending him falling over a felled book case and on the other side of it. Prometheus picked up his sword and jumped over it, spinning around as he did. As he saw this, Oliver got the strangest sense of déjà vu. However, he was taken out of it when Prometheus grabbed him and threw him across the room.

"I've been waiting three years for this." Prometheus said as Oliver stood up.

Suddenly, Prometheus's sword was knocked from his hand by an arrow. Prometheus looked behind him as Roy, who had fired his crossbow, and Speedy entered, their weapons trained n Prometheus.

"M. Harper. How is that new arm of yours?" Prometheus asked calmly and Roy sneered.

"Let me show you." Roy growled.

"You better reign in your boyfriend Speedy. Wouldn't want the baby to grow up without a father, would you?" Prometheus taunted.

Speedy froze as Roy looked over at her, shock on his face as he realized, from her reaction, what Prometheus was saying. Oliver drew his sword even as he absorbed what Prometheus was saying.

"Congratulations Mr. Harper, you are going to be a father." Prometheus taunted.

Suddenly, shots rang out from behind the two former vigilantes. Instinctively, Roy grabbed Thea and pulled her to safety as Oliver and he stood protectively in front of her, their weapons raised. However, they were both stunned when the shooter stepped into the room.

"Andy Diggle. I should've put an arrow in you." Oliver growled and Andy smirked as he raised his two pistols.

"Yeah, you should've." Andy taunted him.

Prometheus yanked out an arrow from his quiver and threw it at the ground. There was an explosion, blinding the trio. When the smoke faded, Prometheus and Andy were gone. A moment later, Deathstroke burst in, his sword drawn.

"Where is he?" Deathstroke asked, seeing no sign of Prometheus.

"Gone…with Andy." Oliver growled.

"What?" Deathstroke asked.

"Andy Diggle. Prometheus is working with Dig's backstabbing brother." Roy growled.