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So, the last chapter, for now, one day may add more, you never know.
On with the story
Later at Sara's apartment
Stepping out of the bathroom, Sara wrapped in a towel is getting done drying her hair with another towel. She's intending to put on a pair of pajamas and relax after a long day at the CRNI. However, Sara freezes upon seeing Oliver standing at the doorway and knows those plans are not going to happen.
"I see somethings about you have never changed Ollie," Sara says, a teasing grin.
Shrugging his shoulders "To be fair sometimes you got changed in the bathroom when we were together" Oliver says.
"True, so why are you over here?" Sara asks.
"I'm officially done with ARGUS. Waller released me" Oliver says a light smile to his face.
"That's great," Sara says, truly happy since it also means their families are out of danger.
"I'll let you get changed," Oliver says, going to leave.
"Wait, Ollie, why did you also come over here?" Sara asks throwing the towel she used to dry her hair with onto the bed.
"Because I know this is stupid and I shouldn't be asking this after everything I've done," Oliver says.
"But?" Sara asks wondering.
"You were why I survived these past years is because I still love you. I understand if you don't anymore or want to be with somebody as damaged as me" Oliver replies in self-loathing.
Dashing up, Sara grabs Oliver's shirt and pulls him in for a kiss, despite his brief surprise he eagerly returns it. After a few moments, they break apart for air, just looking at each other.
"You really have to quit putting yourself down Ollie, you're not a monster," Sara says reassuringly.
"No promises," Oliver replies.
"Besides I still love you," Sara says.
Oliver let's out a grin while they begin kissing again. Sara lifts his shirt and tosses it aside while Oliver slowly runs his hands through Sara's long blonde hair. Breaking off Sara begins leading Oliver back towards the bed until her legs hit it, as Oliver removes the towel from around Sara letting it fall to the ground.
Letting his eyes wander for a moment, Oliver is reminded of her attractive body with well-shaped curves as Sara gives a seductive grin. Dropping onto the bed, they kiss until Oliver breaks off and trails past Sara's neck who gasps.
Oliver and Sara become lost in each other as they begin making up for the lost years.
Early the next morning
Oliver and Sara are laying in bed, wrapped among the sheets covering their unclothed bodies. As the morning sunlight enters through the window, they both slowly come to.
"Morning" Sara says waking up.
"Hmm," Oliver says lightly sleepily "Morning."
"It's been a while since either of us has done that," Sara says, referring to last night.
"Yes, it has," Oliver says a small grin "I've missed this."
"Me too. I'm guessing you dreamed about us like this once or twice?" Sara replies.
"Yes," Oliver says.
"I can only imagine what dad would say if he caught us like this right now," Sara says, somewhat amusingly.
"I'd imagine he would probably try to shoot me" Oliver replies.
"So, are we back together fully or was it just a one-night moment?" Sara asks turning serious.
"No, it wasn't just one night. Also, it's not what you think but I'm going to have to leave the country today" Oliver says.
"Why?" Sara asks curious and worried.
"I have to go back to the island to retrieve something that belongs to me," Oliver says.
"Alright. I'll come with you" Sara replies.
"No, it's dangerous and I'm going to have to this alone. Besides you just started your job at the CRNI, and I don't think they would take lightly to missing work" Oliver says.
"The CRNI is a place struggling to survive in The Glades, so they are not about to fire me out for taking some time off. Besides, it's not like they don't know about us and there are good people, who would understand" Sara replies.
"It's still dangerous," Oliver says.
"So was helping you out with the ARGUS mess," Sara says.
"Fine, you can come," Oliver says, somewhat unhappily.
"Great. Give me some time to pack and how exactly are we going to get there?" Sara asks.
"I'm going to contact an old pilot friend of my father's so we can get a small plane and I'll fly it myself out to Lian Yu" Oliver replies.
"Wait, you can fly?" Sara asks surprised.
"Dad used to take me up in old planes. That's how I learned and some of my last happy memories of him" Oliver says, lightly grim.
"Right… I kind of remember you doing that" Sara says.
"We better get ready," Oliver says going to get out of bed.
Grabbing his arm, "Ollie it's just morning. We can wait a while, and I want to enjoy this" Sara says.
"I'm just not used to doing this anymore," Oliver says laying back down.
Sara moves closer to Oliver as they snuggle for a while, enjoying each other's presence without really having any need to talk.
In Thea Queen's bedroom
Opening the unlocked door, Oliver walks inside to see Thea texting on her phone and after a few minutes finally looks up at her brother.
"What are you doing here?" Thea asks.
"Letting you know I'm going to be leaving for a couple of days" Oliver replies.
"Again, I just got you back Ollie" Thea replies.
"Well you for sure didn't want me back last night, Thea," Oliver says angrily.
"I just don't like you telling me what to do, especially since it makes you," Thea says but gets cut off.
"Enough. I tried to be nice last night, but I'm done because clearly, it isn't helping. You can see a therapist who specializes in dealing with drug addicts or you get cut off from your trust fun with going to rehab instead" Oliver replies sternly, angrily and somewhat coldly.
"You can't do that" Thea replies outraged.
"Actually, your brother can. You're just over fifteen and even if you were eighteen your trust fund is still supplied by my money" Moira says walking into the room.
"Why now, mom. You've left me alone for years while you've wallowed in self-pity, so why now?" Thea asks harshly.
"Just one of several mistakes I've made over the years. Your brother was the one who confronted me this morning and forced me to admit you have a problem" Moira says.
"Gee thanks, Ollie" Thea replies sarcastically.
"This isn't a game Thea, this your life. Either no more trust fund and rehab or I'll help destroy all your drugs, remove any contact you have with your so-called friends and you go see Dr. Green" Oliver says.
"What, I have to make up my mind now?" Thea asks in annoyance.
"Yes now," Moira replies in a stern voice.
Thea thinks for some minutes because as much as she loves her drugs, loves the partying, the rush getting high gives her she also doesn't want to lose her trust fund or spend perhaps months in rehab. Also, looking past her selfishness, Thea can tell her actions are hurting her brother. So, Thea realizes grimly, it looks like her choice is made.
"I'll take the first option. No more drugs and going to see the therapist" Thea says.
"Thank you," Moira says.
Looking at her "I didn't do it for you mom if anything it was for my brother" Thea says.
Moira while visibly pained by that, does her best to hide it behind her typical Queen mask.
"So, where do you keep all your drugs?" Oliver asks.
"Let me show you," Thea says climbing off the bed.
Two days later on Lian Yu
A small plane comes down gently near the island's shores with landing softly. The doors open as Oliver and Sara step out, each having backpacks on them. Yesterday once leaving Starling City, they went to Hong Kong to refuel and to spend the night there before leaving for the island early this morning.
Looking around "This is where you were for the first two years? I know it was hell for you, but it is kind of beautiful here" Sara says.
"Yes, it is. Lian Yu has a way of becoming home. Through just a reminder watch out for the landmines" Oliver says walking ahead.
"Right, you don't have to repeat it over twenty times," Sara says following him.
After a while, they eventually do make it through the forest and up near the cliff which overlooks the ocean and beach below.
"Good, we can rest for a moment," Sara says, her body has become tired.
"Take a look below you" Oliver replies.
Sara now realizing where they are, glances at the piles of rocks with logs as grave markers for each of the three people buried there. The first two names don't mean anything to Sara, but the other name catches her eye for obvious reasons of it belonging to Robert Queen.
"You buried an empty grave?" Sara asks.
"No," Oliver says a light shake of his head "My father's body is in there."
"So, you lied when saying your father died on the Gambit," Sara says.
"Yes. My father was in the life raft with me, but we were running low on supplies. So, he told me to survive before killing himself with a gun he carried so I could make it and right his wrongs" Oliver says.
Sara's eyes widen upon Oliver revealing just how his father died because that is bone-chilling and horrifying for anybody having to witness something like that. No wonder Oliver is so traumatized. After a few minutes, Sara catches onto something.
"So, what do you mean Robert wanted you to right his wrongs?" Sara asks.
"I found a message from a Queen Consolidated computer. My father had made alliances with the criminal underworld and the rich class society who used less than legal means to stay in business" Oliver replies.
"Could that video have enough information to be used in a court?" Sara asks.
"Those people will get justice, but it won't be by the law system," Oliver says, "Follow me."
The fuselage
Near a crate, Oliver opens his trunk with pulling out a worn brown notebook which he tosses to Sara standing some feet away, who catches it. Opening it up Sara is surprised to find names of numerous businessmen, lawyers, and other such people.
"That was my father's, I found it when I buried him. I'm going to take them out using a persona and give them a chance to right their wrongs" Oliver says.
"You mean as a vigilante?" Sara asks slightly in surprise.
"Yes, because that's the only way. And no, I don't plan on killing them, there's more than one way to remove people like that from power" Oliver replies.
"I don't like it; especially given dad's you don't need to go outside the law to find justice but that might work for some other place than Starling City. If you are going to do this, I want to help you" Sara replies firmly.
"That's fine. You being a lawyer in The Glades will be helpful" Oliver says.
"Good," Sara says while tossing the journal back.
Catching it, Oliver places the journal back in the trunk with closing the lid before picking it up by the carry strap.
"Let's head back to the plane," Oliver says.
"So, you have a name to call yourself?" Sara asks.
"I didn't really even think of it" Oliver replies while heading for the door.
"How about Green Arrow?" Sara asks while following alongside.
"Don't know yet. Let me think it over" Oliver replies.
"You got an idea for where you're going to store this equipment or are you just going to operate out of your house?" Sara asks.
"My dad's old steel factory which he shut down. There's a basement I can convert. I'm going to steal the unused equipment from Queen Consolidated's Applied Sciences division" Oliver replies.
"That could actually work," Sara says, impressed.
One week later during the first week of March 2010 in a Glades warehouse
Crouched among the rafters is Oliver wearing in a green leather jacket with similar color pants and black boots. Flipped over his head is Shado's hood with grease paint surrounding Oliver's eyes. Slung around his back is an arrow filled quiver and in his right hand is the wooden recurve bow.
Below is Frank Bertinelli who runs the Starling branch of the Italian mafia. Frank's daughter Helena Bertinelli but she's been missing since last year when her fiancé got killed.
Frank is a name on The List and one of his victims is Sara's first client, but Oliver knows she has gotten little to nowhere because of Bertinelli's connections with the legal system.
Oliver does one last check below to see five men are unloading boxes of drugs from a truck and into the back of another truck, while Frank is observing them. Making his move, Oliver leaps onto some crates then rolls off and onto the ground just as the men begin to turn to look at the disturbance.
Notching an arrow Oliver lets it lose right into the first man's left knee then fires another one into the second man's heart, sending them both to the ground. As the men begin firing their machine guns Oliver starts running with taking cover behind some boxes.
Grabbing a custom arrow with a device on its head, Oliver notches it with briefly looking around then fires. The arrow hits the third gunman near his feet exploding into bolo's which wrapping around the man's ankles sending him to the ground.
Seeing Frank begin to run off while the remaining two turn their weapons on the hooded man who lets off two arrows. Both hit the men in their chests sending the bodyguards to the ground, still alive but in pain.
Taking off into a run Oliver sees Frank almost reaching the open garage door so he fires an arrow hitting the mob boss in his right leg sending Frank to the ground.
Walking forward as Oliver stops a short distance away with another arrow notched.
"You think I'm scared of you? I'm not, you're hardly the first vigilante I've dealt with" Frank says bravely.
"Maybe but you'll listen to what I have to say or I'm going to kill you" Oliver growls "Your choice."
"Then kill me then cause I'm not going to do whatever you want" Frank yells.
Oliver wordlessly lets lose the arrow sending it right through Frank's left forearm who yells in pain.
"Let's see how much I can turn you into a pincushion before then" Oliver replies.
"Alright what do you want?" Frank says, getting the point.
"You're going to find Quentin Lance and turn yourself with confessing to all of your crimes. This is your only chance" Oliver replies.
"Well forget it because I'm not doing it" Frank replies.
"You do realize the alternative is far worse?" Oliver asks pulling back on the bowstring.
Frank gulps realizing that if he doesn't talk to the SCPD then he's going to die a very painful and probably slow death by this freak's hand. Prison and the no doubt short death his bosses will give him is more appealing than getting used as this insane man's practice dummy.
"Alright, I'll do it, Robin Hood," Frank says.
Oliver places the arrow back in his quiver with walking over to deliver a powerful kick to Frank Bertinelli's face rendering him out cold and no doubt breaking some facial bones.
"I'm not Robin Hood" Oliver replies with slinging the bow around his back.
Crouching down to search the man's pocket's Oliver pulls out a cellphone then dials in a number, which he memorized years ago in case of emergencies.
"Hello, who is this?" Quentin gruffly answers.
"Bring some men down to warehouse 1314 because Frank Bertinelli is going to be talking about his criminal operations," Oliver says.
"Who is this and why should I believe you?" Quentin replies.
"Green Arrow. Because you don't want me to kill Mr. Bertinelli and you need a few ambulances." Oliver replies.
Rising to his feet the Green Arrow begins running out the garage door intending to be well and clear before the police arrive.
Next morning at the graves outside the Queen Mansion
Oliver approaches his father's tombstone with looking down at it, lost in thought. A few days earlier he told the construction crew to take down his grave marker.
"Hey dad, I marked the first name off in The List. I just didn't plan on the lying for how it would hurt. Thea was upset since last night I skipped watching a movie with her. Mom keeps wanting me to take over your role at the company. Tommy wants me to go rejoin the party circle. I just can't tell any of them or show them how I've truly changed. I know I've got more names to cross off and I promise you I will" Oliver says with each word like draining him.
"You really have a habit of self-guilt trips since coming back," Sara says approaching.
"Hey, you heard all that?" Oliver asks softly.
"I did." Sara says taking one of his free hands then meeting his eyes "You may not be able to tell or show your family, yet. But you won't be going through this alone because I'm right beside you."
"Thank you. What about Bertinelli?" Oliver asks.
"He spilled everything so there's more than enough proof to lock him away in Iron Heights. I had to listen to dad go on a rant about vigilantes and anarchy" Sara says.
Briefly, Oliver and Sara share a kiss before breaking apart.
"I think you need to get to work," Oliver says.
"Can you give me a lift? My car's engine blew up on me" Sara replies.
"Then how did you get here?" Oliver asks.
"I had Tommy give me a ride," Sara says.
"Oh," Oliver replies.
"How's Thea doing with Dr. Green?" Sara asks.
"Thea's no longer having as bad withdraws and is beginning to heal mentally as well," Oliver replies.
"That's good. You know I was thinking, could you begin training me?" Sara asks.
"Why?" Oliver asks.
"After you saved me from those muggers, I realized my self-defense classes I took years ago in high school, are simply not enough to survive on the streets. Especially if I'm going to be working with you" Sara replies.
"You do realize I was trained by an Australian special forces operative to survive by killing?" Oliver asks.
"Not exactly but I figured you didn't learn in class," Sara says.
"Alright I'll train you but I'm not going to hold back" Oliver replies.
"I can handle it," Sara says.
"I know," Oliver says.
"Despite getting mugged or nearly worse I'm glad you came home when you did," Sara says.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I even want to imagine what would have happened if I went back. Come on Sara, we've got work to do" Oliver says.
Oliver and Sara walk away from the grave, as the morning sun finishes rising in the distance.
Hope you all enjoyed this
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