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Chapter Fifty One

A Bar In Starling City

"Urgh! Got to go back to Central City in an hour and I'm one hundred percent certain I'm gonna be drunk on the job!" Leonard smirks at Slade, who had spent most of his day off in a bar with Leonard, having agreed to meet him here only the day previous for a longer period of time then they had shared the day previous drinking.

"Might be a problem if you're driving back." Slade smirks himself.

"Hm luckily I'm not. Very good friend of mine said he'd pick me up for the job. Let's hope it's an interesting one today considering I don't even wanna move from here!" Leonard glances to Slade before asking.

"What have you got today? Still working on your club?" He asks.

"Yes. Leave Oliver and Merlyn in charge of it things soon start to fall apart." Slade rolls his eye at him.

"Ain't it like opening tonight?" Leonard frowns.

"Ohh yes. Days like today makes me miss the island." He grumbles.

"Not gonna lie must be pretty cool having your own nightclub, even if you do share leadership with Queen and Merlyn."

"That's where you wrong, I share leadership with Oliver. Merlyn works for us." Slade grumbles, Leonard smirking in response.

"Yes from everything you've told me I'm surprised Merlyn even works for you. I'd have thought that friend of yours, Sara. Doesn't she have a leadership position?" He questions.

"She refused. Wanted be a bartender and hiring Merlyn was Oliver's idea." Slade retorts.

"Wow. You really would do anything for Queen wouldn't you?" Leonard smirks again as Slade takes a sip from his drink.

"I should hire you to get my own back on him." Leonard laughs in response.

"You offering me a job?" He raises an eyebrow at Slade.

"If you want it." Slade murmurs.

"Nightclubs aren't really my scene." Leonard replies.

"They aren't mine either but Oliver was persistent that we were gonna open a nightclub." Slade rolls his eye at Leonard.

"Then he went that extra mile and hired Merlyn?"

"Don't remind me." Slade grumbles.

"I can think of a few advantages of the nightclub." Leonard comments.

"Name one." Slade mutters.

"Free alcohol?" Leonard smirks.

"You have a point." Slade murmurs before adding.

"Well like you said. It's opening tomorrow; you want to be there for the opening?" He queries as Leonard smiles.

"Sure." He nods.

"Who knows. It could be our new drinking location." He notes.

"Don't know about that. I quite like it here." Slade says with a quick look around at his surroundings.

"As do but I'll give your place a go." He grins.

"Tonight then?"

"Tonight." Leonard agrees before glancing to Slade.

"I might bring Lisa along with me. She quite liked Starling City the last time we were here." He reveals as Slade nods.

"Please do. I liked your sister." He replies.

"Yeah she liked you to." Leonard murmurs with a half smile, half grimace at remembering his sister's comments on Slade!

"I'll see you then." Leonard notes as he gets to his feet.

"My job is calling." He grins before departing, leaving behind Slade, for one of the first times since he's got to this place feeling actually rather relaxed.

He really doesn't want that feeling to change.

Oliver, Sara And Slade's Apartment

The sound of laughter fills Slade's ears as he jogs up the steps toward his, Oliver and Sara's apartment. For a moment, he wonders if Oliver and Sara are home, but soon remembers Sara mentioning that she and Oliver were spending the day together. So he assumes it must be Thea, he thinks as he unlocks the door.

"Thea?" He calls out for her upon entering.

"Oh we're in here!" She calls back as Slade moves toward the living room, where Thea is sitting on the couch with…

"Look who's back!" Thea grins as Helena Bertinelli turns to face him.

Helena...

Slade stops a few feet away as he tries to register the fact that Helena Bertinelli is in their living room, in their apartment, back in Starling City and talking to Thea…

"She was just telling me about your guys' first date." Thea beams with a cheeky smile.

"Hello, Slade." Helena murmurs softly, Slade opens his mouth to say something but Thea begins to talk again before he can say a word.

He needs her out of here. Out of harm…

"Oh, Slade, I kind of have this pseudo friend that's looking for a job. I'd explain who my friend is but you really don't need to know about that. I was wondering if the clubs still hiring…"

"Yes of course. Talk to Oliver, or Thomas." Slade cuts her off instantly.

"Why don't you go upstairs and call one of them right now?" He suggests almost forcibly as Thea grins widely at him.

"Great! You rock!" She leaps up from the couch, patting Slade's shoulder affectionately on her way to the stairs as Helena and Slade are left to face one another.

"Where have you been?" He mutters as he approaches her slowly, circling her.

"Um, Barcelona, Monaco, Budapest. I just needed to forgot who I was and how much I missed you." She flashes a fake smile in his direction.

"What are you doing here." He growls viciously.

"My father…"

"I thought you were done with his organisation. Helena, because I can recall that he's serving consecutive life sentences in Iron Heights Prison. You got your revenge…"

"He just cut a deal with the Justice Department to testify against the East Coast family Slade! In forty eight hours, Witness Protection will give him a new name, a new life and he'll be off the grid forever! Untraceable." She snarls.

"I'm sorry." Slade murmurs in response.

"My father doesn't deserve a second chance, a second life and I can't. I can't take on a phalanx of US Marshals. Not without help." She whispers.

"No. It's murder." Slade growls.

"Ha! I remember a certain tale someone told me about a woman, a woman this man loved very much and when an individual put a bullet in her. The man murdered the individual who shot her but there was more to the story then that because the woman wasn't even dead! Or was she? Or did she come back to the man who loved her insane and the man he called his brother had to put her down? I think that's how the…"

"Oliver? Oliver are you home?" Moira Queen enters the apartment, stopping when she sees Slade and Helena.

"Mr. Wilson, where is my son?" She mutters, annoyed the man is still alive but the triad vanished after the failed attempt on Malcolm's life. Unless they're planning to get to Mr. Wilson another time.

She can barely even look at the man her son calls his brother, knowing the monster he is…

"Mom." Oliver appears at the top of the stairs, Sara by his side.

The two of them look to have been running, which Slade confirms when they look between him and Helena and they appear to look horrified.

Horrified, not shocked. That makes Slade wonder if they knew of Helena's return and had been searching for him.

One look at his phone confirms that as he then notices all the missed messages and calls. He wonders for a moment why it didn't ring before remembering that he has a terrible phone and has long thought about running his sword though it!

"Oh there you are." Moira turns to face Oliver.

"I have a question about your opening tonight." She glances at him as Helena greets Oliver and Sara with fake smiles.

"Nice to see the two of you again." She beams fakely.

"Who's your friend?" Moria glances to Helena.

"This is Helena. She a. Friend of ours." Oliver says through gritted teeth.

"Nice to meet you." Helena shakes Maria's hand.

"Helena was just leaving." Slade growls.

"Yes. I have a family engagement." She nods.

"Could you excuse us for a moment." Oliver starts as Helena and Slade head toward Sara and Oliver, away from Moira.

"Like I said. So good to see the two of you again." Helena folds her arms at Sara and Oliver.

"I really must be going. I guess I'll just have to be more persuasive next time. Don't worry, I'm sure Slade will fill you both in on anything you've missed." She glances to Slade.

"Fortunately you have people you care about too." She stands on tiptoes to press a kiss to Slade's cheek before vanishing from sight to who knows where…

Later…

Once Moria had left the apartment, Slade turns to Oliver and Sara.

"You two knew she was back?" He questions.

"We were trying to find you. She put a few darts in her father's lawyer last night. We thought she might go to find you first. Thank god you're alright." Sara places her hand gently on Slade's arm in relief.

"Did she say anything to you about why she's here?" Oliver questions.

"She did but what worries me more, kid is that when I got here she was talking to Thea…"

"What! Is Thea ok? Where is she!" Oliver cries.

"I sent her upstairs to phone you or Merlyn about some friend of hers working at the club. She's fine but Helena knows her now and you heard what she just said!" He growls.

"She won't get anywhere near her. We won't let her." Oliver mutters.

"Oh she won't, don't worry about that but the thought that she'd use Thea and we can't be there to watch her twenty four seven..." Slade trails off at the very thought of something happening to Thea, shaking his head in dismay before sighing.

"So why is she here?" Sara bites her lip nervously at the reveal.

"Her father."

"The father who's spending consecutive life sentences in Iron Heights?" Sara frowns.

"Yes well apparently that's not the case anymore." Slade grumbles.

"What?" Oliver queries.

"He's made a deal to testify against this family that will allow him to start a new life. He'll be untraceable and Helena isn't too pleased about this." Slade mutters as Oliver runs a hand through his hair.

"Well Diggle was right. It was only a matter of time…"

The Foundry

"She was in our apartment. She made a not so little threat. I want extra security around my mother and sister." Oliver snarls to Diggle as he, Sara and Slade stand near him.

"I'm way a head of you man." Diggle murmurs on his phone.

"Thank you." Oliver sighs.

"It's my job…"

"For not saying. You told us so." Sara looks gratefully at him, even Slade does.

"The nights young." He responds with one suspicious glance toward Slade.

"He doesn't trust me now?" Slade queries.

"He just doesn't trust Helena." Oliver pats his arm reassuringly as Sara nudges him toward the bar where Tommy is setting up.

Tommy Merlyn. Their friend who now knows their vigilante secret!

"Where have you been? The club opens in four hours." Oliver comments.

"I've been dealing with the vendors." Tommy murmurs as he looks up.

"No you haven't." Sara folds her arms, moving to stand beside him behind the bar as Tommy doesn't even look in her direction.

"Tommy." She tries to put her hand on his arm but he chucks her off.

"Don't." He hisses as Slade moves over to them and Tommy glares up at him.

"You. You did this to them! You turned them into these vigilantes. Who the hell are you really? And what the hell did you do to them!" He snarls yet before Slade can say anything Tommy slams his fist into Slade's face.

"TOMMY!" Oliver growls as Slade takes no haste in punching him back, grabbing Tommy by the arm and slamming his face into the surface of the bar…

"SLADE! SLADE STOP!" Oliver and Sara protests as they try to intervene, only for Slade to ward them off as Tommy tries to recover.

"You psychopath!" Tommy snarls as Slade twists his arm painfully behind his back.

"What did I do to them? What did I do? I helped them survive. They became fighters to survive all the shit we went through during those five years! I helped them get home to the people they loved, home to you, you ungrateful son of a bitch!" Slade hisses venomously.

"Slade let him go!" Sara cries as Oliver bravely grabs Slade's arm.

"Let him go Slade. We'll deal with this." Oliver sighs.

"Like you did such a good job last time!" Slade snarls.

"Slade. Let Tommy go now!" Sara growls as eventually with one last look at Tommy and one look at Sara and Oliver, he releases him.

"You say anything and I'll finish what I started!" Slade glares at Tommy as Oliver pushes him off in the direction of the basement.

"Go and cool off. Go!" He growls sternly as with one more shove from Sara, Slade rolls his eye at them before departing.

"Are you ok?" Oliver chooses to ask Tommy, who is holding his now probably broken wrist.

"He's a freakin psycho!" Tommy hisses.

"He's just working out some stuff right now." Oliver starts.

"Stop making excuses for him Oliver!" He growls.

"Tommy, we just need to talk." Sara says softly.

"We're sorry but we kept this a secret to protect the people that are closest to us…"

"Do you think that's what I care about?" He cuts Oliver off.

"What that my feelings are hurt?"

"Tommy. I know this is hard." Sara starts.

"No. No you don't get to say what's hard Sara because what's hard is dating a woman who's little sister is a freakin murderous vigilante and she's none of the wiser and I can't say anything to her that her own sister has been lying to her. Her sister and her ex boyfriend and you know, Wilson's probably broken my freakin wrist so I'm going to have to get this seem to and probably put in a brace and Laurel's bound to ask and I can't say a word of truth to her! So don't you try to tell me what's hard Sara. You have no clue!" Tommy snarls as Oliver stands between them before Sara could possibly attack him like Slade had.

"Tommy don't. We need to talk about this…"

"No we don't! We don't need to talk." Tommy snaps as he takes a step back from them.

"You three are murderers. Three killers. Oliver, you were my best friend in life but now it's like I don't even know you." He hisses.

"You or Sara." He adds as he shakes his head at them.

"You're right. We have changed. Listen, buddy, now we can explain it to you. We can explain to you how and why. Slade's gonna object but Sara and I can talk to him…"

"What would be the point?" Tommy whispers as Oliver and Sara fall silent.

"I wouldn't believe a word of it anyway."

Oliver jigs up and down nervously behind the log he, Wilson and Sara are currently hiding behind as Wilson glares at him.

"I will stab you if you don't keep still." He snarls viciously before looking through the binoculars again.

"One of those missiles has an effective range of up to 2,400 kilometres. The three of us ain't going anywhere until we figure out what Fyers is planning." He explains as Sara winces.

"Nothing good." She notes.

"Wild guess? He's planning on blowing something up." Oliver comments as Wilson glares venomously at him.

"Well, one of those could do that job! But this. This is about starting a war." He snarls.

"With who?" Sara asks softly.

"Does it matter? We have to stop Fyers before he kills thousands of innocent people." He murmurs as Oliver glances over the log again.

"There are a tonne of soldiers down there. Even if we get through all of them, we can't just steal a whole missile launcher." He reasons as Wilson lifts his binoculars again.

"Well, who said anything about stealing it?" He retorts as Sara and Oliver stare at him.

"What's our plan?" Sara asks.

"Ambush?" Oliver suggests.

"That's impossible. We can't take out all six without one radioing for backup." He replies.

"It'd be good if we could get all the soldiers in one place." Oliver sighs as Wilson looks to him as an idea comes to mind, saying words Oliver never thought Wilson would ever direct to him!

"You're right."

SCPD

Quentin slams his stapler onto the desk repeatedly in a mild haste of fury.

"What is with this damn thing?" He growls.

"What did the stapler ever do to you?" Laurel frowns as she enters the SCPD to find her father attempting to commit a murder to a stapler!

"What is it Laurel? I'm busy the vigilantes girlfriend is back." He mutters.

"Dad. I'm sorry about this morning but if I had told you the real reason to come and see me you wouldn't have shown up."

"Damn right I wouldn't. Sara doesn't need that woman around in her life." He hisses as Laurel sits down across from him.

"Maybe we should let Sara make up her own mind?" She suggests.

"Do you really believe this garbage from your mother? She wants something Laurel. If she was too busy not to be here when Sara came back to us why is she bothering now? After three years of nothing and months of nothing except an email stating she just couldn't get away to give Sara any of her 'precious time'!" Quentin growls.

"I know. I know dad but what would it hurt to call Sara ourselves and explain that moms back and wants to see her? Even if it's just so Sara agrees to calling mom or meeting up at least once?" Laurel sighs.

"Laurel, Sara's fragile right now. She does not need her mother's drama. I don't want her drama! I want her gone! Not bothering us anymore and certainly not bothering Sara with her crap! I'm purely looking out for my daughter here." He snarls.

"Dad. She's Sara's mom and I know what she's done to this family but she's here now. At least let me call Sara. Unless you want to?" Laurel sighs as Quentin puts his head in his hand.

"I'll call Sara. Tell your mom I'm not making any promises." He mutters.

With a triumphant smile, Laurel walks away.

Verdant

Loud club music pours out of the brand new club owned by Oliver Queen and Slade Wilson and with assistance from Tommy Merlyn.

Verdant is its name.

People and dance and rave to the music, equipped with smoke and lasers and so much colour from the many lights.

"To Verdant!" Moira Queen announces as she, Thea, Oliver, Sara, McKenna and Slade hold their glasses up.

"Now I know I haven't always been supportive of this venture, or its management but I have to admit this nightclub is quite an accomplishment! I'm proud of you Oliver, you Sara and Tommy." She comments as she rests a hand on Oliver's arm.

"Your father would be proud of you too." She adds.

"Thank you." Oliver smiles as he hugs Sara closer.

"I should be bar tending." She murmurs.

"No you're staying here with us." Oliver kisses her cheek.

"Yeah congratulations Ollie, Slade. The club doesn't totally suck!" Thea grins.

"Thanks Speedy. Thank you very much, all of you for coming." Oliver replies as he looks over the balcony to where Tommy is standing by the bar, reminiscing about earlier, keeping one hand behind his back when Laurel approaches him, considering the fact it's now in a freakin brace thanks to Slade fucking Wilson!

"Oh there you are." Laurel breathes as she approaches him, running her hand up his arm.

"This place is amazing. I'm so proud of you, Sara, Ollie and Slade." She smiles.

Yeah your proud of the three vigilantes actually Laurel, The Woman In Black is your sister did you know? Tommy wants to say, yet doesn't as he takes a long gulp from his drink.

"Thanks." He mutters, not even looking at her.

"Is everything ok?" She asks softly as he faces her then.

"I'm great!" He replies.

"Well breakfast was disaster." She murmurs as Tommy frowns at her.

"Breakfast with my parents?" She folds her arms.

"Right. That was this morning. Uh, sorry." Tommy apologises upon realising his mistake.

"Are you sure everything ok? Because you seem completely off." Tommy grabs one of her hands in his.

"I'm fine. I promise." He replies quickly.

"Tommy! Tommy! Did you call Roy yet?" Thea joins them abruptly.

"I left him a message. He starts tomorrow." Tommy nods before sighing.

"Uh, which reminds me I have to go check in with the office. Excuse me." He says before departing, leaving Laurel and Thea behind which is when Slade approaches them.

"Slade this place is fantastic I was just saying to Tommy. You four have done amazingly." Laurel smiles at him as Thea grins.

"And Tommy's gotten my friend a job, good call telling me to ask Tommy." Slade nods to her with a slight smile before he notices Leonard in the distance.

"I'll see you both later." He smiles to them before heading toward Leonard.

"Nice place I've got to say." Leonard smirks at him as he looks around.

"Prefer our bar in The Glades?" Slade questions.

"Most certainly!" Leonard chuckles as he is joined by Lisa.

"Slade. It is great to see you again." She smiles prettily.

"Now Lenny, this is more fun then that freakin auction you dragged me to." She nudges him.

"The auction was eventful in its own way." Leonard sighs.

"Not as eventful as all this! This place, pretty cool." She notes as she looks to her brother.

"That bar must really be something to beat all of this." She comments.

"It has character." Leonard smiles.

"More character than this?" Lisa frowns.

"Less crowded." Slade agrees with Leonard.

"Well I think this place is awesome." She smiles at Slade.

"So where is Queen and his girlfriend? Thought you would have introduced them to me by now?" Leonard glances at Slade.

"I would if I knew where they had gotten to." Slade looks around for Oliver and Sara, who are both no where to be seen.

"Well I'm gonna get drinks." Leonard smiles at both his sister and Slade before heading toward the bar.

"So how long did it take for Oliver Queen to convince you into making this place with him?" Lisa questions as Slade smirks.

"I wasn't really consulted, he just said this is what he was planning and wondered if I wanted to run it with him." He replies, Lisa takes another step towards him.

"Well then, how long is it going to take me to convince you to dance with me?"

Meanwhile...

Leonard looks on, taking a long sip from his drink when he spies his sister with his friend, rolling his eyes at her as she appears to be talking to him about something that makes him smirk at her.

It was a bad idea bringing his sister here, that Leonard guesses already! Especially when Lisa moves to where all the other dancers are! He makes a mental note to talk to her about this later, her and possibly Slade to! He thinks to himself as a stunning brunette walks into him.

"Well hello." Leonard speaks to her as she gives him a beaming smile.

Leonard just smirks…

Elsewhere…

"This place really is amazing Ollie and now we have a cover for where we spend our nights." Sara smiles as she wraps her arm around his waist as they descend the steps.

"Holy shit." Sara stops suddenly.

"What?" Oliver frowns as Sara directs him to where she is looking to and that is Slade with a woman neither of them recognise, whom definitely isn't Helena either.

They appear to be talking and the woman moves them over to where the other dancers are.

"Wow." Is all Oliver can say.

"Well he's in a better mood than this morning." Sara states.

"Should we be worried?" Oliver frowns.

"Come on guys lets dance!" McKenna calls as she zooms past them, pulling them out of their thoughts in an instant.

They can deal with Slade's crazy another time!

Meanwhile…

"Come on." Lisa pulls Slade toward her as she dances happily, Slade smirks at her as she does, moving toward her…

"Mr. Wilson?" Someone calls his name, he turns around wanting to bury one of his concealed knives in whoever interrupted this.

"Your timing is just wonderful." He mutters sarcastically.

"They said it was urgent." The person passes a note to him.

'Meet me in the basement, now.' Is what it reads, signed by Helena Bertinelli…

"You okay?" Lisa's voice pulls him out of his thoughts as he turns to her.

"We ran out of Cristal. I'll be right back." He murmurs as she smiles at him.

"Well hurry back. I'll be waiting." She replies as she heads back toward the dancers, Slade smirking at her once before heading off to the basement.

The Foundry

"Kid? Sara?" Slade calls as he races down the steps. Stopping dead in his tracks as he sees Helena standing with her crossbow aimed at a tied up Leonard.

"Slade. Mind telling me who this is?" Leonard growls as he tries to break free of his restraints, fumbling with the handcuffs at the back his eyes never leaving Helena's crossbow aimed directly at him.

"Let him go." Slade snarls.

"He has nothing to do with any of this." He growls.

"What even is this? You date psychopaths Slade? I ain't surprised I've got to say. Even I fell for this one." He smirks.

"Shut up." Helena growls.

"But I have a question." Leonard retorts.

"Leonard I wouldn't." Slade holds his hand out.

"What exactly are your intentions with my sister?" He frowns with another smirk.

"He asks a valid question. One I'm curious about hearing the answer to as well!" Helena hisses as Slade moves toward her.

"One more step and he dies!" She snarls.

"I told you. Slade, I warned you…"

"Helena. This isn't you." He growls as he walks slowly toward her.

"My father is a mobster and a murderer! It is not like you haven't killed men like that before!" She cries.

"Now I really am curious about what the hell is going on here?" Leonard cuts in.

"Leonard shut up. Helena, I tried to teach you to obtain your objective without killing!"

"By applying leverage. By exploiting someone's weakness!" She clicks the dart into place.

"There is a whole club full of leverage above our heads. Oliver, Sara. That pretty woman you were dancing with, Thea. Please Slade, don't make me do something that both you and I will regret!" She growls just at the moment Leonard breaks free from his cuffs and knocks the crossbow out of Helena's hands, knocking her to the ground as she tries to fight back.

"Go!" Slade growls to Leonard who doesn't move.

"Leonard I'll join you later. Go. Go to Lisa." Slade mutters as with one last look Leonard departs as Helena regains her footing and her crossbow, firing a dart which only narrowly misses Leonard as he heads up the steps.

"More leverage upstairs just waiting. Perhaps I'll go for Thea next? Wait somewhere discreet and put a dart through Oliver, Sara? Or that woman. Her names Lisa right? You can call my attack off you know. I won't go after them if I get what I want." Helena glares at him.

"Never. I would never do anything to help you." He growls.

"You Sara and Oliver can't watch all the people you love forever. I'll get to one of them eventually. You know it to be true and unless your prepared to kill me here and now. I think I'll finish what I started with Leonard…"

"Ok, you win. I'll help you except you stay away from anyone I care about in return." He snarls as Helena smiles.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Later…

"Don't say it." Oliver hisses at Diggle after Slade had finished explaining what had happened with Helena whilst he and Sara were absent, unaware of everything that had been going on whilst they had carelessly danced with McKenna, enjoying themselves whilst Slade had been dealing with Helena, alone.

"Ok but let's talk about Helena." Diggle turns to face them.

"If Slade didn't still have feelings for this girl the three of you would have thought of a different solution by now then letting her extort Slade into killing someone." He sighs.

"Which is what we are most certainly are not doing."

"We have no choice, kid." Slade murmurs.

"No. Slade there's always another choice. Another way." Sara starts.

"She threatened Thea. Two of my friends, you and Sara. I will not allow anything to happen to any of you!" He growls.

"But you're the three vigilantes of course there's another way. You just don't want to see it because you still have feelings for this woman Slade. You would have killed this woman a long time ago if she looked like me instead of the T-Mobile girl! She's a stone cold killer guys." Diggle folds his arms.

"She's not evil. She's been lost ever since her father killed her fiancé in cold blood. Are you really gonna sit there and tell me you don't know what it's like to want revenge! What would you do if it were Floyd Lawton stood in this room." Slade growls.

"Nothing that would involve blackmailing any of you into hunting him down! She is a monster Slade. You don't want to see it and I think I know the reason why…"

"John." Oliver holds his hand up in almost restraint as Slade steps toward him.

"What reason would that be now?" He growls dangerously.

"Whoever it was you lost on the island! Whoever that woman was you lost. Whatever happened there is the reason you are so adamant about not killing Helena for what she's done because of something you did to whoever you lost on the island too. Lose her to darkness Slade? Is that what happened? Did she turn against you the way Helena has? Or did something terrible happen to her that caused you to want revenge like Helena does? There someone you want dead Slade? Or maybe is this woman of yours still out there? She a stone cold killer too…" Diggle doesn't get to finish his sentence as Slade pulls his sword off the table and aims it at Diggle's throat.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare speak of things you know nothing of!" Slade bellows dangerously as he advances on Diggle, holding it so close to his throat it practically breaks the skin.

"Slade put the sword down now." Oliver walks toward him quickly.

"Stay out of this kid!" He snarls, shaking with rage.

"No Slade just put the sword down." Oliver walks in between him and Diggle.

"Get out of my way kid!" He growls.

"No!" Oliver snaps trying to lower the sword himself only for Slade to slice it across his palm, he hisses in pain as still shaking Slade lowers the sword at seeing the blood pooling from Oliver's now sliced open palm, a memory hitting him. One similar to this situation…

"Kid, I'm sorry." He murmurs as the sword drops to the table.

"You see what I mean?" Diggle mouths to Sara who folds her arms.

"I see that you are an idiot." She shakes her head in despair at him as Oliver nurses his wounded hand.

"Come here, kid. Let me see." Slade moves toward him as Oliver unclenches his fingers to glance at the would.

"It's deep. You'll need stitches. I'm so sorry, kid." He apologises as he moves to get the first aid kit as Sara moves to Oliver's side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Neither of them are mad at Slade. Diggle crossed a line.

Sara and Oliver are just glad they managed to stop Slade from killing him.

"This hasn't answered our questions about Helena though." Diggle murmurs.

"Diggle just not now." Oliver sighs as Slade returns to his side.

"We can't kill her and we can't take her to the police and risk her exposing all of this." Sara folds her arms as Slade carefully begins to stitch Oliver's hand.

"At least if I'm involved I can contain her." Slade growls as Diggle looks on in disbelief.

"Think before you say anything." Oliver holds up his non injured hand to cut Diggle off before he even starts.

"We can minimise the collateral damage." Sara reveals as footsteps behind them pull their attention to where Helena is casually walking in.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something? Ooh Oliver that looks deep. You and Slade have a row?" She smirks as Slade doesn't even glance her way as he continues to fix Oliver's hand.

"We were just talking about you." Oliver replies.

"Aww Slade tell you what happened? Here I thought none of you cared much for me."

"Still don't." Diggle snaps. Slade glances at him as if to tell him to shut up before turning back to Oliver's wound.

"I haven't been able to locate the safe house where the FBI is keeping him…"

"I can help with that. I've been dying to hack into the FBI's security system." Felicity Smoak is the one who cuts Slade off as she walks in, stopping upon seeing the grave expressions upon everyone's faces.

"Get out." Slade hisses as Felicity frowns.

"GET OUT!" He bellows at her, only to keep her safe but Helena's already laid eyes on her.

"Listen to Slade, this is a private thing Felicity, please." Oliver sighs.

"Oh, ok. See you. I guess." Felicity replies in a small voice as she heads back where she came from not to incur the wrath of Slade any further.

"So Slade." Helena turns to face him once Felicity has gone.

"How many girlfriends do you have exactly?"

"Like I said. We don't know where the safe house is. What we do know is that the Marshal Service is taking your father to a hearing at the Justice Department tonight. There's an issue, Helena. There are two vans and one of 'em vans are a decoy." Slade warns her.

"Well then it's a good thing there's four of us then."

"It's not too late to call things off." Oliver starts as Slade finishes with his hand.

"I think you all know me better than that." She says before smirking at Slade.

"Especially you Slade. I don't take prisoners…"

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for reading this chapter, next update is already in the works and should be updated soon, thanks for all the follows and favourites and the reviews it means a lot. See you all next update.