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Guess who's back?

Moi!

This is a season 7 AU where William didn't go back to his grandparents.

Oh and be on the lookout for the refined version of my story, The Blue Shadow.

The Boy with Blue Hair. Coming Soon to an archive near you!

It began when Roy and Thea came over for a visit after destroying all of the Lazarus Pits. Nyssa had also returned and had intended to stay with them before departing for Gotham to deal with her sister's latest "business affair". Nevertheless, she was determined to see the Smoak-Clayton-Queen family and was more than willing to become the Godmother of Felicity's unborn child.

William, on the other hand, was terrified of her. She was friendly to him of course, but her demeanor and elegant grace struck fear in him if the fact that she was an assassin wasn't enough. William didn't know if she was a metahuman but he was fairly certain that she could incinerate someone just by looking at them.

Which was why Scary Lady, as he silently called her, was someone whose bad side he wanted to avoid at all costs.

On the other hand, Auntie Thea was more than happy to see her minion and had already started making plans to spoil the second minion on the way.

Roy Harper of course never hesitated to rub in William's face how "Shrimpy" he was compared to Oliver.

William had already forgiven his Uncle Roy for coming up with the nickname, "Shrimpy" but he was still irked every time he called him that. Sure he wasn't as built as his dad but he wasn't that skinny for crying out loud!

After William had done his homework, and dinner had been served, the extended family, sans Nyssa for the moment, decided to hit the hay, once desserts were passed around of course.

"Since when did you make pop-tarts, Ollie?" asked Thea as she popped one in her mouth.

"Since I became a personal food delivery truck for my wife over here." Oliver gave Felicity a pointed look.

"Ok," Felicity finished eating a pop-tart. "One, I am literally eating for two over here!" She tapped her belly, which had yet to begin swelling. "And second, I never even ask you to get the food! Every time I get a craving and I get out of bed to drive myself to the store, you always drag me into bed and then get it for me!"

"That's because you and the baby are safest at home!" Oliver retorted. "Besides, you know I'd get anything for you." The couple leaned in to kiss when Oliver saw his son's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"William, behave."

His son turned around and stopped gagging.

"I'm just averting my eyes," William complained. "And the urge to vomit."

"I'm gonna have to agree with Shrimpy over here," said Roy. "I know you guys are married and that you two love each other very much, but do you two have to be such show-offs about it?"

"Boys…" Thea warned. Rather than deal with his girlfriend's scorn, Roy grabbed the last pop tart out of the plate.

"Hey!" William exclaimed. "That was mine!"

"Gotta be quicker next time." Roy waved the pop tart in the air tauntingly and then shoved it in his mouth.

William closed his mouth and pointed at Roy in a threatening manner. "You'll pay for this."

"Hey!" Oliver said to him. "No pointing at the table."

"Sorry, Dad." William quickly shoved his hands under the table but while everyone was helping clean up, William was silently plotting his payback. And it was going to be worth enjoying.

The next day, William spent a lot of time in his room, planning his revenge. He had thought of millions of how to the job but he could never figure out how to pull each of them off, or where he would do any of them at all.

The best ones he thought of, were either too crazy or too expensive; one of them involved a shooting a remote-controlled mechanical land-shark out of a cannon.

"This is stupid." He ran his hands through his hair after throwing away another scrapped plan. With nothing else to do, he went into the kitchen and got a glass of water.

"What's wrong?" Raisa asked out of concern.

"It's a project I'm doing," said William, even though it wasn't a total lie. "I'm trying to think of an idea but all I get is nothing."

"I find whenever I am stressed that it is best to take a break," said Raisa.

"Raisa, I'm a little too busy to take a break," said William. "But even if I did, I don't think I could come up with something creative enough."

Raisa shook her head. "If it makes you feel any better, I can make you some hot chocolate if you need something to relax your mind."

All of a sudden, a devious spark ignited in William's mind.

Chocolate, huh? Now, that is payback!

Later that night...

Saturday night was not like a regular Tuesday in Star City. In fact, most of the weekend was when the least amount of crime took place in the entire city and that was saying something.

After Oliver and Felicity had left, Raisa was still watching him and had even helped William melt 10 bags of chocolate for his "project" that she was quite suspicious of but he told her it was for art class; to come up with a paint of your own design.

She didn't really buy it, of course, but she warned him not to make a mess, before she left back home, once the chocolate was all cooled and Roy agreed to watch over William so Raisa could have the night off.

Perfect for William's plan.

He got a ladder and stepped outside of the door where he placed the bucket on top of the door ledge, in front of a robot he had borrowed from a friend of his who was in his new school's robotics club.

Roy was due to arrive at any moment and when the ARCHER program recognized his presence (courtesy of Felicity Smoak, thank you very much), all William had to do was press a button and Roy would be completely drenched in melted chocolate.

Now that's what I call, sweet revenge.

However, the problem at hand was remote. It was nowhere to be found.

William searched through his pockets but couldn't seem to find it.

Now Entering: Nyssa Raatko

William's head turned sharply towards the door and made a run for it but his foot got to the remote and triggered the robot to unleash the bucket of sugary doom.

He probably should have started planning his funeral right then and there.

"I see you have found a way to keep yourself occupied. I would like to have a little word with you about that." Nyssa opened the door, drenched in gooey, sticky, and bright warm chocolate. Her sleek black hair was completely caked with sticky chocolate, her clothes were ruined, and her shoes tracked wet chocolate with each step she took.

"Uh…" William was at a loss for words. He was in shock and paralyzed with fear. He knew the woman in front of him could kill him without lifting a finger.

"Well?" Nyssa tapped the kitchen counter expectantly as her shadow dominated William's.

"IthoughtRoywascomingandIdidn'trealizeyouwerecomingandIsetupthisprankaspaybackforstealingmyatdinnerfrompoptartslastnightIamverysorrypleasedon'tkillmeIjustwanttogotopromandlive!" William let out his strained breath and nearly collapsed on the floor from the use of a single breath.

"Can I at least call my dad and tell him how much I love him before you kill me?"

Nyssa laughed softly, patting the flustered boy with a sympathetic look directed at him.

"I'm not going to kill you." She got a washcloth and wiped her face. "But although you are going to have to clean up the mess outside," She pointed at the door. "I do want an explanation for this madness."

William got some more towels and handed them to Nyssa. It was a good thing she was wearing her civilian clothes instead of her battle armor, otherwise, she would have never been able to remove the stains.

"Last night for dessert, Dad made some really delicious Pop-Tarts." Upon seeing Nyssa's confused expression. "It's this awesome treat and they're filled with baked sugary goodness. But anyway, there was only one left and Roy stole it before I got the chance to eat it. And I plotted my revenge, but as you can see, it didn't go well. By the way, how come you're here and Roy isn't?"

"He was needed at the last moment so I volunteered to take his place then" Nyssa wiped away whatever she could from the chocolate spill. "Let me see if I have this right: You go through this trouble, and all because of a silly treat?"

"It's not just a silly treat, Ms. Nyssa." He held his head high proudly. "It's the silly treat."

"Alright," said Nyssa. "I will spare you from my wrath, but on two conditions: One, you never tell anyone about this night."

"Got it." said William. "Speaking of tonight, how come you and Roy switched?"

"They decided to expand their patrol, which included sending more people out, so I volunteered to watch over you." She replied nonchalantly. "But my second term, is to let me assist you in achieving your revenge."

"It's not really revenge," said William. "It's just a harmless prank."

"Not to me, it isn't," said Nyssa. "If there's one thing I am well-versed in, it's plotting revenge against those who wronged you."

William was pretty sure that pulling practical jokes had nothing to do with ruthless vengeance but he knew that she was the expert and so he listened.

"Ok, so what do we do then?"

Nyssa lifted some chocolate from her tracks and brought it close to her eye for inspection.

"Your idea was childish but creative nonetheless. Your execution, on the other hand, did not suit the potential of your idea at all. But I have a better idea. Did you know that Mr. Harper is afraid of cockroaches?"

The next morning, Roy William Harper woke up feeling buried under something. He tried to move but felt as if he was bathing in molasses. He lifted his hand and gave a high-pitched soprano scream at the sight of a cockroach in his hand and then at the realization that he was literally bathing in them within the bathtub. It took him a few minutes to realize that they were plastic replicas of cockroaches.

Thea came running in and began to howl with laughter instead of helping him.

"You couldn't at least give me a hand?" Roy asked incredulously.

"No it's just," She tumbled over, cackling with laughter. "You look so...so…."

"Stupid."

"No." She continued laughing. "I can't believe that they pulled this off!"

Roy gaped at her breathlessly. "You knew about this?"

"Yep, I let them in when we were out last night. I had to go to the hospital, remember?" She gestured to her broken ankle on her left foot.

"Them?" Roy stepped out of the shower cubicle with a SQUELCH following every step he took. "Who is them?"

Thea snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah!" She grabbed her iPad. "This is for you."

Roy took the cover-protected tablet and unlocked it to find a video. It was William Clayton, covered in a blanket, and laughing at the camera.

"You little-"

"In case you're watching this Uncle Roy, it means you have tasted my wrath! Now maybe you'll think twice before you steal my pop tarts! And just to be clear, I'll be long gone by the time you see this, so there's nothing you can do about it!"

A loud knocking came from the door and William too off the blanket to see his father at his bedroom door. "You're gonna miss the bus."

"Yeah, coming dad!" William said to him before turning back to the computer once the door was closed. His eyes widened once he realized that his location had been revealed.

"Ummmm...ignore that last part!" He quickly shut down the computer and the video ended.

Thea was caught in between laughing and cringing while Roy was contemplating on how he should make his nephew's day at school a living hell.

"I'm so proud of him!" She pretended to wipe tears from her face.

"You're proud of him?" Roy asked. "He's dead once he gets home!"

"And what are you gonna do?" Thea asked. "It's just a prank."

"Which is why I'm gonna show him that I can pull off something better than this amateur hour!"

"And that's why you're only mad that he got you," Thea was smiling at him. "Besides it was a good prank, aside from the gloating."

"And how do you know so much about pranking, O Wise Prank Queen?" Roy asked her.

Thea chuckled at him and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Who do you think you're talking to? Remember, I wasn't called Speedy because I was always chasing Oliver. Sometimes he would be chasing me for my genius pranks."

Roy shook his head. "Talk about pulling a fast one."

Thea smiled. "Exactly." Before each of the archers knew it, they were embracing each other in a loving and passionate kiss.