DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME.

The votes are in! It was neck and neck for a little while, but the final result is… Lauliver! Honestly, I was so torn on which ship to write since I love them both, but I think Lauliver is a good fit for this story. Sorry this update took so long. I actually went to Disney this past week so I couldn't stay up until 3 am like I normally do because other people were in the hotel room. Anyway… this part is more of a break for the characters as well as an introduction for some new ones. Please R&R. Thanks!

Diggle was about to start the next memory when someone came into the room. She wore all white leather and carried a long bow-staff. Her blonde hair was down framing a face with a white domino mask (A/N: In my version of this future, Sara wears a mask to hide her identity). She glanced around the room carefully examining each occupant.

"Follow me," She finally said. Her voice was distorted but it still held conviction. She seemed a bit withdrawn and guarded. But no one argued with her. They only followed as she led them into another room.

"Where are we going?" Laurel asked confused.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Thea added.

The woman in white paused and turned to watch the time travelers.

"Long story short, Dinah brought you all here without consulting the rest of the League. She left out some people that should have been brought forward. I'm here to remedy that," she said walking up to a large machine. She pressed a couple of buttons and the machine whirred to life. "Laurel, you're going to want to prepare yourself."

A bright light flashed and four silhouettes appeared in its place. The first was quickly identified as Quentin Lance. The police officer that had given the group so much trouble.

"Daddy," Laurel said running forward and wrapping her father in a hug. The second figure was dressed in Black Leather. She wore a mask on her face as she looked around the room. She held a bow with a quiver on her back. She also had small baton connected on her hip. She looked around the room seeming to recognize some of the people there. The third person wore a black top with a hood and red pants. She had a sword in a holster and a bow and quiver as well. As soon as she got her footing her sword was drawn. The final person was none other than Malcolm Merlyn, Tommy's father.

"Where are we?" The woman with the sword asked pointing it towards the woman in white. Her voice had an odd accent that no one could quite place.

"Now that everyone's here," the woman in white said stepping forward. "I can explain." With that, she took off the white mask and turned off the voice changer. Laurel and Quentin both stumbled back in shock.

"Sara?" Quentin asked staring at the daughter he thought he'd lost.

"Hi, daddy. You can call me the Canary here," she said softly. She seemed older. There were age marks on her face and overall she looked worn down. She turned towards the woman in black leather. "Take off your mask. They already know you're alive."

The woman in black stared at the Older Sara with an unreadable expression on her face before reaching up and taking off the mask and a wig. The unmistakable face of Sara Lance stared back at them. A tear welling in her eye.

"Oh my god," Laurel said moving forward to see her sister. "You're alive."

Sara only nodded.

"My baby girl," Quentin said stepping forward before engulfing his youngest in a hug. He was sobbing as he sunk to the floor bringing Sara down with him. Laurel walked forward kneeling down in front in front of them. She reached out to touch her sister. Moving a lock of her hair away from her face. Sara looked up, meeting her sister's eyes. But instead of the hatred and anger that she had expected, there was only relief and joy. Laurel then jumped forward letting out a sob and latching on to her sister. Sara melted into the embrace of her loved ones.

"But… but how?" Laurel asked sniffling. Sara didn't know what to say.

"I umm, I met up with Ollie. On an island called Lian Yu. We got separated and…" She trailed off not wanting to continue with the story. Not wanting to tell her family that she was an assassin who had never planned on telling them she was alive.

"I found your daughter there, starving to death. And we took her in as one of our own," the other figure said sheathing her weapon.

"I'm sorry who are you?" Laurel asked looking up at the woman.

"I am Nyssa. Daughter of Ra's Al Ghoul. Heir to the demon," The woman in black stated proudly.

"What?" Quentin asked dumbfounded.

"It's a long story," Sara said sadly. Her eyes were misty but she maintained her confident posture. "But um…" she glanced towards Nyssa gulping. "This is my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" Quentin asked with a blank look. Sara nodded, nervous about her family's reaction.

"That's good Sara," Laurel said smiling slightly. "I'm happy for you."

"Me too," the detective added. "I'm just glad you had someone you know."

"What the hell is going on here?" Thea asked in shock.

"Well, I guess I can start from the beginning. The future here is horrible. Everyone you love is probably dead along with a couple of yourselves. I brought you here to save everyone. You're going to be watching a bunch of memory files compiled to show the story of the first Hero. Oliver Queen," the Canary explained to the newcomers.

"That son of a bitch," Quinten snarled in anger receiving the glare of both his daughters in response.

"Wait," Sara said in shock. "Ollie's alive?" At the nod of her future self, Sara let a tear fall from her face. "I thought he'd been killed."

"What? Why would you think that?" Laurel asked confused.

"You'll see later. For now how about you guys come with me and you can have some lunch."

The group nodded and walked out behind the Canary. That was with the exception of Malcolm who lingered behind observing.

"I know what you're planning," said a voice from behind him. He turned and chuckled at seeing the Older Laurel glaring at him.

"Not many people can sneak up on me," he noted impressed.

"Well, I guess League of Assassin training comes in handy for that," Dinah said smirking when Malcolm blanched slightly.

"How did you know that?" He asked glaring at her.

"Being from the future has its benefits," She responded returning the gesture. Her eyes narrowed at the man in front of her. "I'll have you know I was against bringing you here. The only reason you are is my sister seems to think your redeemable. For your sake, I hope she's right."

With that, she turned to exit the room, leaving Malcolm to his thoughts.

"Dad! You coming?" Tommy called from the opposite doorway. Straightening his suit and collecting his thoughts he turned around to face his son.

"Yes, Tommy. I'm on my way."

The father and son made their way to join the rest of the group. Once they sat down, the original time travelers explained the basic premise of the memories that had already been viewed. Lance had the expected reaction. Cursing the fact that there was a vigilante and his anger was only increased at the fact that the Vigilante was Oliver Queen.

"Keep an open mind," Laurel told him as he ranted about how the law was sacred. "I thought that too at the beginning and remember I was really upset." The detective eventually calmed down enough to continue although he vowed to bring Oliver to justice.

The group then went on to explain what happened to the Gambit.

"Robert did what?" Malcolm asked in shock.

"Shot himself in the head," Roy told him as Thea closed her eyes leaning into him slightly.

"In front of Oliver. After telling him to right his wrongs," Laurel added.

"Did he specify what those wrongs were?" Malcolm asked internally worried. He didn't want to take yet another person from Moira. The group shook their heads.

"It may have something to do with the list he uses to choose his targets," Diggle said. At the mention of the list, Malcolm tensed. An action that did not go unnoticed.

"What's wrong?" Thea asked looking at him.

"Nothing I just had no idea what happened to Oliver or Robert," He lied. The older Sara glared at him with a look that could destroy just about anyone but said nothing to reveal the lie.

"Wait," Roy said causing the group to stare at him. "How do you know that the yacht was sabotaged?"

Malcolm froze not responding. Watching these memories could reveal his plan and if that happened, he didn't want to have to do anything to his son.

"Don't worry about that right now," The Canary said keeping her eyes locked with the businessman. No one felt too much like talking after that. After lunch, the group was led back to the screening room to start the next memory. On entering they noticed extra seats, as well as Arsenal and an unknown man in a yellow suit. He had red hair and a mask.

"Hi guys welcome back," He said as everyone entered. "I'm Kid Flash, but you guys can call me Wally." Arsenal elbowed him in ribs whispering something about secret identities.

"Why are you guys here?" Roy asked eying the two suspiciously.

"Supervision," Arsenal said. He gestured to Diggle and the man resumed the videos.

Authors Note: What are your thoughts? This was the first 'intermission' type chapter and it introduced a couple new characters. I hope you enjoyed! Until next time.