Nanda Parbat, three years ago

Oliver followed Nyssa into a room where a sparring mat was placed on the floor. It was essentially covering the whole floor of the small room Nyssa had found.

"This room was one of the first in the League's history. It was in here the first assassins got their combat training and as you can see by the size of this room, there weren't many of us. Today it is not being used as often since my father has made this room mine and I haven't used it for any other thing than meditation," Nyssa explained as she walked onto the mat after removing her shoes. Oliver looked around in the small training room. It was much like all of the other rooms, but this was just smaller and had better lighting because of the window and the fact that it was smaller, so it didn't require that much light. Oliver kicked off his shoes and placed them beside Nyssa's and went onto the mat with her.

"Why did you bring me in here with you?" Oliver asked curiously. He still thought of Nyssa as a mystery he had to figure out, but he was having a hard time doing so.

"I wanted to spar with you and then maybe teach you about meditation. If you want to?" Nyssa replied. Oliver shrugged his shoulders and thought of it as a good idea. Oliver took his stance and got ready for a spar. Nyssa merely stood ready for him to attack her, with her arms down her sides and facing Oliver. She knew she was a lot quicker than him, so she had no problem not looking ready when he would be attacking. Oliver went to hit her, and soon after started the routine of hits Nyssa had taught him yesterday. Nyssa could feel that he had gotten a lot quicker on the specific routine, now he just had to be faster all the time.

They had been fighting for half an hour without any breaks and Nyssa still hadn't done anything to get Oliver onto the floor. For Nyssa, it seemed like Oliver had enough control over his combat when he was standing, so she wanted to test him on the floor and teach him how to escape every grip. Nyssa held up a hand signaling him to stop his attacks, and Oliver understood and stopped his attacks when he had seen her hand.

"What about we do some floor work? I still haven't tested that yet," Nyssa said and got down onto her knees.

"Sure," Oliver said and sat down on his knees in front of Nyssa. He didn't know what to expect now it was in ground positions, so he was waiting anxiously for her to tell him something or do something herself. Nyssa nodded and made sure Oliver had seen it, and then made her move. In under a split second, she had him locked in an armlock.

"Now, try to get out," Nyssa told him. Oliver then started turning and pushing every possible way for him, but it was to no avail because Nyssa had too good of a hold on him. Oliver then gave up and let his head fall backward. What he hadn't realized until now, was that Oliver's head had been just over Nyssa's leg the entire time and was now resting on her inner thigh.

"I can't," Oliver said in defeat. He had learned from yesterday that he should just admit it, when he didn't know what to do against a specific move or hold, in this case.

"I've trapped your arm here. Try to roll backward. That way your arm will twist, but not enough to do any damage and you will have too much weight for me to hold you down," Nyssa told him and waited for him to what she had just told him. Oliver tried to analyze in his head, what he had just been told, and when he came to the conclusion that it made sense, he then did it. Oliver could then feel in his arm, that was being twisted, but soon enough, a relief when he realized he was free of her hold.

"Okay, I would never have figured that out," Oliver said with a small smile on his face.

"I know. Now, we go into the same position, and when you get free you have to try and get a hold on me. I won't do as much resistance as when I am in a real fight, but I will do some," Nyssa said, and Oliver then got back to his place between her leg. She locked his arm again and then told him to try something. Oliver then rolled backward and was released, but he didn't let go of her arm, because he used his grip on her arm to trap her in between his legs like he had been trapped just before. Nyssa was surprised by how good Oliver was at this, and because she hadn't been ready for him to be that good, she had no chance of not getting locked there.

"Okay, I didn't expect that," She said and gave Oliver a sign that he should let go, which he did.

"I was taught a few things by Slade when I was on the island," Oliver said and sat back up on his knees. Nyssa followed up on her knees and mimicked Oliver's position.

"Ready?" Nyssa asked, and before Oliver had time to answer she had pushed him backward with her on top of him, pinning him down by placing her hands on his shoulders. Oliver then let out a light laugh of the surprise, but that laugh was soon stopped when he saw the look in Nyssa's eyes. A look he had seen many times before, but not always someone he knew at all. The look of pure desire. Oliver's gaze was stuck on her eyes and neither of them realized that their heads had slowly been moving closer and closer to each other. They realized this when they could feel the other's breath on their lips and felt the need to close the small gap between their lips. Oliver looked down at her lips and then back to her eyes, asking permission. Nyssa's eyes did the same thing, telling him to do it. He closed to the gap between their mouths and felt Nyssa's soft lips on his. Nyssa's mind working on overtime, her thoughts were running wild, while they too were standing still. She had never in her life felt something like this, and neither had Oliver. This felt right, in any way, shape or form.

They pulled apart, kept their heads close to each other, and looked at the other person for some kind of response. Nyssa then smiled and closed the space between their lips again, and their lips were locked, on and off, for the next hour, while they were just enjoying the others company.

Present

"Dad, you know I can walk, right? I wasn't shot in the leg," Aaila told her father as he was carrying her inside the foundry. He placed her down on the metal table he likes to call 'the med-table' since he and Nyssa used that whenever they needed to be stitched again.

"I know, but I would rather be safe than sorry about you passing out from pushing your body too much when you have been shot," Oliver explained to her. He knew he was being a bit overprotective about her, but that was just how he was about her; harsh, but overprotective.

"You have done that more times than you have scars, so please don't use that one on me," Aaila retorted. She knew he just wanted to make sure, but he was doing exactly what he was using as an excuse to carry her. Oliver sighed; he knew she was right.

"I know… I just want you to be safe and sound, sorry…" Oliver said, giving up on giving her excuses for why he was overprotective about her.

"No need to apologize, I'm just saying you don't have to carry me when I have been shot in the arm and not the leg," Aaila said. She lifted her arm above her head, so Oliver had a better chance of helping her off with his shirt, which he had given to her in the car, so she didn't have to freeze when they entered the cold car. Her own shirt was still wrapped around her arm keeping pressure on the bullet wound. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, now she just had to get stitched, and then she would be ready to get back to the others.

"Just hold still," Oliver told her as he was guiding the needle towards the wound. Aaila steadied her breathing so Oliver would have an easier time stitching her. Every time the needle penetrated her skin, Aaila grimaced from the slight pain. She hadn't grown used to pain as Oliver and Nyssa had, but she was doing better than a normal person. "Okay, done," Oliver said and moved back from her, to put away the needle and thread after cleaning it. Aaila bent her arm to get a feel of the stitch, but she was only doing slow motions since she didn't want to tear up the stitching. She wanted to flex her muscles, but she knew that would tear up the stitching since the wound was located on her upper arm.

"What even happened to that guy?" Aaila asked. She knew he was dead now, but she wanted to know how he died since that would tell something about how Oliver was feeling right now.

"Tortured, now dead, head on the floor," Oliver answered simply. He knew why she was asking, but he didn't really want to talk about that right now and he knew there wouldn't be any time that would fit more perfectly to bring that up, so he would rather now talk about it at all.

"For your own pleasure or...?" Aaila asked. She hoped that it wasn't for his own pleasure, because she got shot, but she knew it was a possibility.

"I wanted to intimidate Waller, so she would leave us alone in the future. It looked a lot like it worked," Oliver explained. Aaila let out a breath she had been holding ever since she asked her question. She was relieved that he didn't do it for his own pleasure, but to intimidate Waller, who actually deserved it in Aaila's opinion. "Come on, we should head back to the others. Nyssa looked scared when I went to get you alone and didn't want any kind of backup,"

Aaila nodded and put on Oliver's shirt again since she didn't have anything else with her at the moment, but maybe she would be lucky enough to borrow something from Thea, o she was wearing something that actually fit her properly.

They walked inside the Queen mansion after a relaxing drive from the foundry to the mansion. Both Aaila and Oliver have calmed completely down now and didn't really think about what had happened for the past hours. They were greeted by Nyssa, who practically jumped into Oliver's arms and pulled Aaila with her into a hug. She had been more than stressed and concerned than she ever had before and now, finally, she could calm down, but she did notice Aaila winced when she was pulled too hard.

"Is something wrong?" Nyssa asked looking at Aaila while still hugging both Oliver and Aaila.

"One of the guards shot me in the arm," Aaila said casually. What Aaila and Nyssa hadn't noticed was that Thea, Roy, and Diggle had arrived at the front entrance too and had heard that Aaila had been shot.

"He is dead, right?" Nyssa asked, already knowing the answer. Oliver nodded and then looked up from his wife and to three watching them. Oliver, Nyssa, and Aaila pulled apart, and Aaila immediately went to give Thea a hug. She had guessed that Thea would feel bad about letting Aaila being taken instead of herself, so she wanted to make sure Thea understood that it was the right thing to do. Thea melted by the hug of Aaila, relief washing over her. She was so happy that Aaila was alive and alright. Well, shot in the arm, but didn't even complain about it.

"Thank god, you're alright," Thea said into Aaila shoulders. She was on the edge of tears but didn't let them fall since Aaila seemed to be okay with everything that had happened.

"Well, it wasn't god who got me out of there," Aaila said and winked at Thea. Thea then looked up at her brother and saw he was smiling by the sight of his sister and daughter hugging.

"So, did something happen, now that she got shot?" Roy asked as he had walked to stand beside Oliver to watch Thea and Aaila. Diggle had joined them, eager to know if his ex-wife had to find a new job or if she could stay a little while longer.

"A few died. One worse than the others. I used him to scare Waller, and it looked like it worked," Oliver said in a normal tone. He was actually appreciating that Roy asked that question because he had been unsure whether he should have told him, without him asking. Roy looked understanding at Oliver.

"How did you scare her?" Roy pushed.

"Why do you want to know that?" Oliver asked confused why he would ask a question like that.

"I want to be able to not freeze in shock if it ever should happen, I saw something like that happen," Roy explained.

"No matter how detailed I describe it for you, it will never prepare you for the real thing," Oliver told him. Roy nodded in understanding. He knew Oliver was right, but he didn't want to react like the day Oliver had saved him from his kidnappers, not if he had a chance to avoid it. Soon enough Moira and Walter had joined the others at the entrance and there was a lot of talking about what had been going on and how everything would need to be from now on, with Waller possibly looking for Oliver. Everyone understood what Oliver told them and went to their respective beds and Roy with Thea. Oliver, Nyssa, and Aaila would be heading back to their apartment, while Diggle would head back to his apartment.

Oliver, Nyssa, and Aaila were back at their apartment. They had just gotten home, and Aaila immediately went for the couch. She was really tired, which is self-explanatory. Since she had been shot in the arm and had to focus on not giving in to the pain there was in her arm all the time. Oliver and Nyssa smiled when they saw Aaila plop down on the couch, she winced a bit but nothing more than that.

"Aaila, I've got a little surprise for you," Oliver said. Aaila looked up from the couch immediately with a confused look. It was unusual that she received gifts from Oliver and Nyssa, but in a way, she didn't think this was a gift. Nyssa looked just as confused as her husband as Aaila. Aaila had just been shot and have had a really long day, and now he wanted to keep her awake more. It had to be something important, Nyssa thought to herself. Oliver went upstairs and into the bedroom to get Aaila's surprise and then went back to Nyssa and Aaila. Then the thing he was carrying was small enough for him to hide it, by simply just closing his hand.

"Take off your shirt," Oliver told Aaila as he stood in front of her having his hand closed so she couldn't see her surprise. Aaila looked skeptical at her father. She didn't mind taking off her shirt in front of him, it was just unusual of him to tell her that, but nevertheless, Aaila took off her shirt and was very careful when she had to pull her wounded arm out of the shirt. Oliver then showed Aaila a little veil he had been hiding in his hand. He showed it to her by holding it between two of his fingers, and Aaila looked even more confused than before now. Nyssa smiled when she saw the veil in his hand. She knew what it was and what he going to do with it.

"What's that?" Aaila asked confused.

"Water from the Lazarus Pit," Oliver answered casually. The last couple of days Oliver had used some of the water he had gotten transported from the pit to him, so now the bullet wound he had gotten on his side was not even noticeable.

"But that's only for Ra's, not anyone else," Aaila said nervously. She knew Oliver didn't want to do her any harm; she was just so accustomed to thinking she wasn't allowed to touch the water under any circumstances.

"Then it is good that I am Ra's and I am allowing you to use it now," Oliver said and slowly emptied the veil over Aaila's wound. Aaila was ready for an unbearing amount of pain, but that never happened. She could just feel the water hit her wound and then watch in awe as her wound closed slowly and perfectly.

"This feels weird," Aaila said, which earned a chuckle from both Oliver and Nyssa.

"You know, I haven't even tried the Lazarus water yet," Nyssa commented and sat down beside Aaila on the couch.

"And hopefully you don't have to," Oliver stated before Aaila could say anything to Nyssa's comment. Oliver sat down on the other side of Aaila, while she was still looking at the place where her wound had been not even a minute before. When Aaila had inspected her, now, perfectly looking arm, she leaned back on the couch and let out a yawn.

"I'm tired," Aaila stated and kept still.

"Then let's get you to bed," Oliver said and stood. He started walking away from the couch, but only hear Nyssa walking with him, so he turned back around to see Aaila still relaxing on the couch. "Aren't you coming?"

"I don't wanna walk," Aaila said and lifted her arms, telling Oliver that she wanted him to carry her. Oliver rolled his eyes and told Nyssa to wait for him in their bedroom.

"Goodnight, Aaila," Nyssa said and started walking up the stairs towards their bedroom.

"Goodnight, Mom," Aaila responded. Oliver had made his way to Aaila and was now standing in front of her.

"You do know that you should feel a bit too old for me carrying you around? And wasn't it you who told me that I didn't have to carry you around when you had been shot in the arm and not the leg?" Oliver teased her. He didn't mind carrying her, he actually loved doing it, because it showed him how close they really were.

"I did, but now I am tired, so… Pleeeeease?" Aaila said and lifted her arms, trying to reach Oliver. Oliver rolled his eyes and picked her up. She let out a little "Yay," when she was lying in his arms. Neither Oliver nor Aaila was thinking about the fact that Aaila still wasn't wearing a shirt but was only in her bra. Aaila rested her head on Oliver's shoulder and just let him carry her, usually, she would have done at least something to help him carry her, but she was too tired to do that. When they had reached her bedroom, Oliver placed her down on her bed and pulled the cover over her. He could feel she was close to falling asleep, so he didn't want to disturb her by helping her out of her skirt. But Aaila didn't want to sleep in her clothes so she started moving and soon enough her skirt was tossed to the floor, which caused Oliver to chuckle.

"Goodnight, Aaila," Oliver said and bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. Aaila hummed when she felt the kiss on her forehead. She loved Oliver and Nyssa's motherly and fatherly ways to show their love to her. Oliver kissed her more often than Nyssa, but Nyssa was always there and ready to talk about anything, when Oliver could sometimes a pain in the ass.

"Goodnight, Dad," Aaila said and Oliver walked out of her room just after and closed the door behind him. Aaila then proceeded to take off her clothes so she could have a more comfortable sleep. When she was completely naked, she was satisfied and then got back under covers to, hopefully, get a peaceful night's sleep.