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Chapter Fifty

Starling City

In a club deep within Starling City, men watch with captivated looks as scantily dressed women swing around poles.

Meanwhile at one table, a certain woman name of Helena Bertinelli appears.

"Hey mister. You feel like a dance?" She walks over to one man in particular.

"Absolutely." The man replies before following her away from the table into one of the private rooms as his dishes out money.

"Tonight your first night?" He questions.

"First and last, Gus." She growls as she lifts her foot and presses her heel into his chest sharply, fixing the man with a glare.

"Helena." He gasps upon realsing her identity.

"I'm looking for my father." She growls wickedly.

"I figure if anybody knows where he is, it would be his attorney." She smiles.

"I don't." He says quickly as she removes her foot from its position before promptly raising a crossbow in one hand.

"Helena, I swear." He holds his hands up instantly.

"I'd tell you where the FBI is keeping Frank. But after your father and I made his plea deal to testify, the Feds, they stopped telling me anything. Please!" He begs.

"You have to believe me!"

"I do." She replies.

Moments later, Helena exits the club, moving quickly toward her motorcycle, she mounts it, putting her helmet on with a glare.

"Hey Gus, songs over man." A man knocks upon the door Helena had exited from.

"You still in there?" He walks in to find Gus, two darts embedded in his chest…

With a coy smile underneath her helmet, The Huntress drives off into the distance.

The Upper Foundry

"Ohh my gosh! It looks amazing!" McKenna cries as Oliver and Sara lead her around the recently completed club.

"You, Tommy and Slade have done wonderfully." Sara beams, accepting a kiss from Oliver.

"Yeah." Oliver smiles as he releases an excitable Sara from his side, who leaps toward the bar, stroking the surfaces lovingly.

"This is where I'll bartend." She whispers with a grin as Oliver pulls her back into his arms.

"Steve Aoki's going to DJ right there." He points to a stage as McKenna gasps.

"What? How did you get Steve Aoki?" She cries.

"I dated his sister." Oliver reveals.

"Oh." Sara raises an eyebrow at him.

"A million years ago." He promises her.

"Good answer." She pats his arm as he kisses her hair.

"So. Will you come with us to the opening tomorrow tonight? Oliver queries.

"Certainly! Anything for my two most awesome friends!" She has Oliver and Sara in a hug before any more words can be said.

Meanwhile In A Café The Other Side Of Starling City

Laurel Lance sits calmly at a table when Quentin arrives.

"Laurel. I'm so glad you called." He moves toward her.

"Two months. That's too long for us to go without talking." He says as he sits down.

"Dad I have to tell you…" Laurel starts.

"No, Laurel listen before you say anything I got to apologize. I should never have used you. To catch the three vigilantes and I'm sorry. Laurel, I'm just. I'm sorry." He murmurs.

"Thank you." Laurel nods.

"I owe you an apology to." She winces.

"For what?"

"Hello Quentin." Laurel's mother appears beside them as he gets to his feet.

"How are you? You look well." She asks politely.

"What are you doing here? Why, why, why are you here." Quentin mutters.

"I'm here because I want to see my daughter."

"What? You. You think you can just come back here now after all these months and just expect to see Sara just like that?" He growls.

"I had work. I couldn't just drop it all at the time. I would have lost my job…"

"Well so what? What does it matter you lose you job? Your daughter is home after we all thought she was gone and you can't get away for five minutes?" He snarls.

"Dad." Laurel lays her hand on his arm.

"No. No! Go back to wherever you came from because you ain't wanted her. Sara is alive and Sara is fine. She home with her family and she knows! She knows that you couldn't come home for her when she first got back. She knows that and she also knows the rest!"

"She's my daughter Quentin. Our daughter. I thought she might be living with Laurel which is why I stopped there first. Is she living with you? Can you call her." She requests.

"No. No she does not live with me. She lives with her friends and don't ask for the address because you're not getting it from me." He growls as she then turns to Laurel.

"No. No mom I'm not letting you show up to her unannounced. We ring her first. Or we could all just drop in on her…" Laurel folds her arms.

"Laurel." Quentin growls.

"I don't agree with this. You showing up like this mom but dad, she does need to see Sara. We could ask her to meet us, discuss it with her first…"

"You've got some nerve showing up here after three years, no phone calls, no emails, nothing. Just one email saying you couldn't get here for Sara just yet and you show up now? Do you know how fragile your daughter is mentally? She is barely around Laurel and I. It is rare she ever leaves the sides of Oliver Queen and their friend Slade Wilson…"

"Quentin." Dinah Lance holds her hands up in almost surrender.

"You know something Dinah I was there the first night she came home. We brought her home without Oliver, without Slade and we sat up with her all night whilst she sobbed from nightmares and where the fuck were you during that? Doing some job that's more important than your own freakin daughter? No you listen to me here. Go. Go and don't come back." Quentin snarls before storming off, not looking back once.

The Glades

"So I told Chris and Shane they could be our plus ones tonight to Oliver and Slade's club. If they're lucky." Thea's friend smirks to Thea as they walk though The Glades.

"We both have plus ones right?" She glances to Thea, who notices something. More importantly, someone.

Roy Harper.

"Um, I. I don't know. Hold on just a second." She stammers before moving over toward Roy.

"Didn't know purse snatchers took coffee breaks." She smirks.

"You know for a stuck up rich bitch, you seem to spend a lot of time here in The Glades."

"My jobs around here." She cuts him off.

"You have a job?" His eyes widen in genuine surprise.

"You know, you should try it sometime. Instead of hanging out on a street corner waiting to boost somebody's handbag." She retorts.

"Sounds good. Know anyone who's hiring high school dropouts with a couple of priors, no references and a history of violence?" He takes a sip from his coffee.

"Actually, I might. You know that new club opening in the Glades, Verdant? My brother and his best friend owns it."

"Would this best friend be the ex Australian military man, name of Slade Wilson you threatened to set on me? And possibly kill me?" He glances at her.

"The very same but you're not trying to steal my purse are you? You won't have anything to worry about there if those ain't your intentions. You know I think they might be hiring valet attendants." She smirks.

"You think it's a good idea? Me taking the keys to strangers cars?"

"I think it's time you put up or shut up. Anyways, you try and steal them cars. I set my brothers friend on you." She reminds him with another smile as he rolls his eyes at her.

"Talk to your brother and his friend." He sighs as with another smile Thea walks away with her friend, unaware that Roy Harper actually smiled back.

The Foundry

Resting his head on his hands, Diggle looks at the news article upon the computer about Floyd Lawton 'Deadshot'. Who's now alive and kicking and probably trying to still assassinate Slade.

"Yo!" Oliver calls as he enters with Sara.

"Hey man." He turns to face them as Oliver tugs Sara closer.

"Where have you three been?" He asks, noticing then Slade's not with them.

"Well we thought we'd give ourselves a rare morning in. Don't look at us like that!" Oliver grins as Sara pats his side.

"The club is opening finally. Sara and I are actually going on our date tonight, which is significant since it's just well. The first proper date we've ever had." Oliver looks to her.

"Thanks to you and Felicity for bringing it up." Sara notes.

"Thanks for telling me to take chances with Carly." Diggle smiles at them.

"And you know, we decided it seemed like a good dat to give the bad guys a rest." Oliver beams as Diggle nods.

"Well it's the bad girls that I'm worried about. Where's Slade?" Diggle asks finally.

"Oh he's… Actually where is Slade?" Sara frowns as Oliver nods.

"I haven't seen him since this morning at breakfast. Actually was he at breakfast even?" Oliver frowns.

"Yeah he was; he made breakfast for all of us. Remember? Thea questioned if he was in fact human for getting up at five in the morning! Even you were still in bed! He went out I think." Sara smirks as Oliver remembers, smirking when he remembers Thea smacking Slade with her pillow as she dragged herself out of bed.

"Guys, not to break up the good mood or anything but." Diggle pulls up a picture causing Oliver and Sara to stop and stare.

"Helena…" Sara whispers in complete shock at seeing Helena's picture.

"Yes. Or as I like to call her, Slade's psycho ex girlfriend!" Diggle mutters as Oliver buries his head in his hands as he tries to imagine Slade's reaction to this.

Nothing good comes to mind, nothing good at all!

"This was taken at Alley Cats, the strip joint. The police report lists the stiffs name as Gus Sabatoni." Diggle explains as Oliver nods.

"It's Bertinelli's lawyer."

"Why would she come back to Starling City just for him it's not like he did a good job?" Sara questions as Oliver paces the floor.

"Her father's serving consecutive life sentences without parole." He murmurs.

"Come on Oliver, we all knew this was just a matter of time. You three tried to help her and you guys couldn't. Except Slade fell for her and he fell for her hard, you both know he did, which is what's worrying me here because he isn't exactly know for his stability and at the time Helena appeared to fill some kind of void for him left by whoever that person was he lost on the island. Then she went to the darkness and nearly dragged him down into it with her. How much more temptation is it going to take before he caves Oliver, Sara?" Diggle folds his arms as Oliver and Sara stay silent, throughts running through their heads. They don't get a chance to say anything before Diggle cuts in once more.

"That's not the only question here either, there another and that is how long do you think it's going to take before she drops a dime on him, you two, me and this whole operation?" Diggle grimaces as Oliver nods.

"Ok. I want you to get in touch with mine and Slade's contacts in the Bratva. Talk to anyone on the street. Figure out where Helena is and why she's back." He hisses as he grabs Sara's hand to leave.

"Ok, but Oliver, Sara. Slade…"

"Dig if she's here then she's here for a reason and if that's not Frank Bertinelli then we need to know what she has planned." He sighs.

"Ok." He nods as Oliver turns to Sara.

"Oliver if she's back we need to talk to Slade. We need to find Slade now." She bites her lip.

"I know. I know, where the hell could he be? Do you think he's home? I mean where does he go when he's not with us?" Oliver folds his arms.

"You know. I really don't know but we need to find him and we need to find him sooner than later because what if Helena decides to go straight for Slade? You remember last time just as well as I do." Sara murmurs.

"I know we can't let him get hurt like that again."

"Oliver she was the first woman he opened up to since…" Sara trails off.

"We can't think about that right now. Right now we just need to find Slade…"

Authors Note: thank you all so much for reading this. Next chapter is in the works and should be updated sooner than later. Thanks again for all the reviews and follows and favorites see you all next update!