The day that I went missing was the day that I died. I spent five years in hell which forged my body into a weapon: a weapon I used to honor the promise I made to the man who saved my life at the cost of his own. In his last moments, he told me that his family's wealth had been built on the suffering of others. He had failed our city and he wanted me to save it and right his wrongs. However, in order to not hurt the people closest to me, I would have to be someone else. I would have to be something else.

I was currently busy fighting off some men on a rooftop. Apparently, they had no problem hitting a woman, if any of them had been able to land a hit, that is. I then found my target: Marcus Redmond.

I kicked open an air conditioner and held his head towards the spinning fan.

"No, please." He begged.

"Marcus Redmond, you've failed this city." I told him. He continued to cry. "Call your partner and tell him to give those people back their money."

The following day, I walked into the Queens' living wearing a sophisticated black dress. I was going to the court house. There I would be meeting my father. On the TV was a report confirming that Redmond had done what I asked. They showed a drawing on me.

"This girl gets more airtime than a Kardashian." I quipped.

"What's sad is that it's been five years and they're still around." Thea says.

"Well it takes a while for culture to improve. At least we don't hear about Donald Trump anymore." I responded.

"You know people used to feel safe in this city." Mrs. Queen declared. I wasn't going to hurt her.

"What's wrong, Mom? Afraid we're next?" Thea asked.

"Do you have any questions about today, Sara?" Mr. Steele questioned. It probably was a good idea to change the subject. "It's just a simple proof of life declaration. Just read a prepared state and your death and absence of judgment will be voided."

"I can do." I declared. I had been in a courtroom before, Okay, so I had never been charged with anything due to my father, but I had jury duty once. That had to count.

"Going to jury duty doesn't count." Tommy interrupted. "I've been a few times though."

"We don't need to hear about those, Tommy." Thea said. She seemed to have developed a snarky sense of humor.

"I'd love to hang out but we're going to court." I remarked.

"I know that's why I'm here." He replied. "You're coming back to life. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"What about you?" I asked Thea. I noticed that she seemed to be dressed pretty casually if she was going to court.

"Yeah, going to court for my brother was enough." She stated. That was when I got it. She didn't want to hear me talk about him.

"Mrs. Queen, the car's ready." Diggle interrupted before we all headed out.

As soon as I arrived at the courthouse, I was flooded with reporters. Apparently being connected to one of the most influential families in Starling City made me a celebrity. All I did was give me flashbacks of the crash.

"There was a storm." I declared. "The boat went down. As far as I know, I was the only survivor. None of the other passengers made it. I almost died. I thought that I was dead because all of the hell that I went through. When I reached the island, I knew that I was going to have to live for everyone, to make sure that the men who died would be remembered. In those five years, it was that desire along with the desire to see my family again that kept me going."

I didn't expect that to be so hard.

"Your honor, we wish to annul the death of Sara Lance filed five years ago." The lawyer said. "Unfortunately, we cannot request that the deaths of Oliver or Robert Queen will be overturned. It seems only one family was allowed a miracle in this case."

I didn't know why she had to say that. It seemed tactless to me. We knew they were dead. From there, I met up with my dad.

"So, maybe we can head down to the precinct now." Dad suggested.

"Daddy, that was kind of heavy." I remarked. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"You know you don't have to be a cop just because I am." He said. "I'm sure the Queens would give you a job…with their company I mean."

He then walked away. He probably had to get back to work or something. Cops didn't get a lot of time off.

"Last week, you couldn't wait to go to the precinct." Tommy pointed out.

"Tommy, I was five years away from civilization. I wasn't thinking straight." I argued.

At that point, I came across Laurel. She was with her partner and some other girl that I had never seen before.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"She was being brought to life." Tommy said. "You should have been there."

"I was busy doing my job." She replied.

"It's more like the DA's." Her partner said. I could not remember her name. I probably shouldn't tell her that.

"Hi, I'm Sara Lance," I greeted as I shook the short blonde woman's hand.

"Emily Nocenti." She reciprocated.

"Sara just got back from five years on an island. Before that she was fucking my boyfriend. She was with him when he died. She said that she wanted to keep her distance. I think it was good advice that everyone should follow."

With that Laurel walked away.

"It was nice to meet you." Emily said before followed her.

We went outside where we saw Martin Somers talking to reporters. I wondered how long it would be until turned their attention to me. The answer was as soon as they were done. Diggle helped clear them and get me into the car, which I had immediately drive off. Sure, I left Tommy too but I needed to get away immediately.

I began training. I knew all about Martin Somers. I wasn't sure why my sister had to go after the worst criminals. He was another name on Mr. Queen's list. He was bribing the Chief of Police and the district attorney. Laurel thinks that she's the only one who can beat him. But she's wrong. I can and I will stop him.

I went to his base of operations by the docks. I quickly got to work taking out all of his men before I grabbed him and knocked him out. When he awoke, he was hanging upside down. I took out my bow.

"Martin Somers, you have failed this city." I told him before I shot an arrow alongside him. "You're going to testify in that trial. You are going to confess to having Victor Nocenti killed. This is your last warning."

I shot a second arrow. With it I made sure to get the side of his face. With that, I was gone.

When I got home, I found Mrs. Queen was berating Diggle for letting me escape. I did feel a little bad. He was only trying to do his job.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"It would be if you would share where you've been sneaking off to. Or maybe we could talk to your father." She stated.

"Alright, I met someone. I've started seeing someone. My dad doesn't know that I like girls and I don't want to tell him until we're serious." I lied.

"Well next time you go out on one of these dates, you need to take Mr. Diggle with you." She declared. "You've already been abducted once and there is a maniac running around town."

"That maniac saved me after I was abducted." I pointed out.

"This isn't a game. You go out again without Mr. Diggle and I will tell your father." She threatened.

"Alright." I agreed. "I will take Diggle wherever I go."

"I'm sorry to put you through so much trouble." I apologized. I realized the easiest way would be to tell him the truth, but I had to make sure that he wouldn't tell anyone else and that I could trust him.

"I've served three tours in Afghanistan, Ms. Lance. You don't even come close to trouble." He declared as he buttoned up his jacket and walked closer. He stood beside me. "But I have a promise for you. If you ditch me again, Mrs. Queen won't have to fire me."

With that, he walked away.

At that point, Thea walked into the room. She looked hot. Tommy was right. I had noticed, even though it was wrong of me to do so.

"Where are you going?" I asked. It was interesting that her mother didn't think that she needed a bodyguard.

"Somewhere with a lot of noise." She answered. She probably did need a bodyguard. "Don't bother trying to pickpocket my stash because I'm drinking this time."

"Thea, do you think this is what your father would want, what your brother would want?" I asked.

"Dead people don't want things." She pointed out. "It's one of the nice things about being dead."

"Everyone thought I was dead and I still wanted things." I argued.

"Whatever." She said before she walked off.

I decided to go with my dad's idea and went to check out Queen Consolidated. Apparently, they were willing to give me a potential despite the fact that I had no business experience. It seemed like all you needed to do to get a job was to have sex with the CEO's dead son. Okay, that's in poor taste.

"So, is this your first time here?" Mr. Steele asked.

"Oliver brought me here before." I explained.

"Well we've modernized quite a bit since you were last year." He declared. We then went into his office and he rattled off some things that I didn't really understand. It seemed like it was good at least. I just didn't know what it meant.

"Hey, can I get a drink?" I asked a secretary.

"Sara, we'd like to speak with you." Mrs. Queen declared. "Please sit."

"You know I can't help but feel nervous when you ask me to sit." I replied.

"Very well. So we are about to the name of the site of a new applied sciences building and we would like to honor Oliver by naming it after him." Mr. Steele told me.

"What does that have to do with me?" I questioned.

"We'd like to make an announcement at the dedication that you will be taking a leadership position at the company." She replied.

"What? I don't know anything about business." I pointed out. It was possible that it would just be a figurehead. "Besides, it seems like you two are doing a very good job. You don't have to feel guilty about what happened to me. No one made me go on that boat."

"It's not about guilt, it's about giving you something to do in your life." She stated. "You could learn a lot by watching."

"I know this is a difficult, but I really think that you should think it over." Mr. Steele declared. I couldn't help but wonder if they had talked to my dad. "Your father thinks it will be good for you."

"I never even went to college!" I responded. "I'm not going to take some charity job. At least if I followed in my father's footsteps, I'd have to earn it."

With that, both of them walked out.

Once I got out of the building, they were reporters again. Didn't they have anything better to do than follow me around? Apparently, there was a rumor that I would be joining the company. I really didn't think the public would even like that. This time I let Diggle get in the car with me.

"The driver will be here in a minute." He remarked. "You know I spent the first 27 years of my life in Starling City. The next five were in Afghanistan. Wanna know what I learned?"

"There's no place like home?" I guessed.

"The opposite actually: home is a battlefield. It's where they all want you to open up and be somebody that you're not sure you are any more. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's not the same for you. Maybe you're not as messed up after five years alone as you should be."

I woke up on the island to the sound of seagulls. I saw that they were pecking at Mr. Queen's body.

"Hey, get the fuck out of here!" I screamed as if they understood me. I then ran over and they flew off. I looked at the body and I felt sick to my stomach before actually vomiting. I knew he needed to be buried. I couldn't pick him up, so I dragged him. I hoped I wouldn't disfigure his corpse too much.

I decided to go to the precinct to talk to my dad about what happened but I found out that he had gone to see Laurel. Apparently, both her and Emily were going to being getting police escorts, and yet Thea was still allowed to go out on her own.

So, I went home. I had just come out of the shower and turned on the news. I was in my bra and pant and started to put a shirt on.

"How did you get those?" Thea interrupted. I blushed.

"It's rude to just barge in." I told her. In all fairness, I had left the door open.

"My mom said that there were scars but I didn't know they were this bad." She replied as she walked closer and looked at them. "What happened to you out there, Sara?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I stated.

"Of course. You never want to talk unless it's about my social life." She remarked. "You know I used to look up to you. I loved it when you would babysit me when our siblings were going out."

"Wait. Where are you going?" I asked.

"Why should I tell you?" She retorted. "All you're going to do is judge me for it."

"Look, I'm not good at this stuff. I was always the little sister, never the big one." I explained. "I also need to get better about talking about my feelings and what happened, but I'm not ready."

"I wanna show you something." She remarked.

She took me to the backyard. You know I had never really explored the campus of their house. Anyway, she took me to some makeshift gravestones for Oliver and his father.

"Whenever I'm feeling weird, or angry or whatever, I come here." She stated. "About a month after the funeral, my mom stopped coming. She eventually stopped talking. It got so quiet, so I came here. It was mostly stupid stuff, but it always made me feel better. I thought things would change since you moved in, but the truth is I feel closer to him than you standing right next to me."

"There is something I want to talk to you about." I admitted. "Your mom wants me to take a job in the company."

"I can't really visualize you in a pantsuit." She quipped.

"I don't know what to do. I think my dad wants me to as well." I added.

"Well, I wish I could help you but I don't have an answer but it would probably be the wrong one, since I'm such a disappointment." She said. "There is a person that I think can give you good advice and that's your sister. I mean she's the only person around here that got her life right."

That wasn't what I wanted to hear, but she was right. So, that night I went to her apartment and knocked on the door.

"Hey Sis." I greeted her. She glared at me. "Are you okay? There are two cop cars outside and I know Dad wanted to do something."

"How are we supposed to keep our distance if you won't keep your distance from me?" She asked. I started to stammer before she cut me off. "What are you doing here, Sara?"

"I have something that I needed to talk to you about." I said.

"Why me instead of the people you haven't pushed away?" She challenged.

"Because as Thea told me, you're the only one of us who has her life together." I declared. She sighed and stepped aside to let me in. We both took a seat on the couch. "This place still looks the same."

"I haven't really had time to redecorate." She quipped.

"I'm a bitch." I stated. "Before the accident, I was a conniving bitch, but now I'm just a damaged bitch."

"What's in the bag?" She asked.

"There was one thing that I craved on the island. One thing that I really wanted to eat. I told myself that if I ever got to eat it again, I would want it to be with you." I explained before I took out some Edy's. "Ice cream."

After a few minutes, I spoke again.

"This is still good." I declared. For the first time since I came back, I saw her smile. "Both Dad and Mrs. Queen want me to join the company."

"I can't imagine you in a pantsuit." She replied.

"Thea said the same thing." I retorted. "The truth is that I have plans. I have things that I want to do. I can't do them if I'm working a desk job."

"You're a grown woman, Sara. You can tell them no." She stated.

"I tried. I don't think that's going to work." I remarked.

"Well then don't tell them, show them." She suggested. "Be the person you want them to see you as. I have plenty of experience. You know Dad still doesn't support what I do."

"He's just trying to look out for you." I stated.

"And I don't need him to." She declared as she sat up.

"I'm sorry for what happened." I remarked.

"He blames himself more than he blames you. Well he blames Oliver for some but he thought that if you two had been closer, he could have stopped you."

At that point, I heard a sound.

"Okay, it sounds like there's someone on the fire escape." I told her. I grabbed a knife.

"What?" She asked.

I just grabbed her and we began to run. Suddenly, an Asian man with a machine gun burst in the door. Another came in through the bedroom window. I then saw a woman wearing a white wig. Suddenly, some shots went through one of the guys and Diggle came in. He then shot the other guy before he started to grapple with the woman. She seemed to have the upper hand, so I threw the knife at hers and she ran away. Laurel ran into my arms.

"Are you hurt?" He questioned.

"No." I replied.

"Are you either of you hurt?" He repeated.

"No, we're fine." I responded.

"Now do you see why it's a good idea to have a bodyguard?" He asked.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive. Dad wasn't far behind. He hugged both of us as soon as he arrived.

"What happened to those cops you put on me?" Laurel inquired. He shook his head.

"I went outside to ask for a light and they were both dead in the car." Diggle added. Did he smoke?

"Mr. Diggle, feel free to run as many red lights as you want." Dad declared.

"I was just doing my job, Sir." Diggle retorted.

"No, your job is protecting Sara. Tonight, you protected both of my daughters." Dad countered.

"So, where was your hood friend?" Hilton asked me.

"I don't know. She was probably torturing a billionaire." I quipped.

From there, Diggle and I returned home. He had some bandages on his hand.

"So, I don't think thank you would be enough." I stated as I walked by

"Like I told your dad I was just doing my job." He replied. "I feel like I'm the one who should be thanking you for the knife."

"That was a lucky throw." I declared as I walked over to him.

"That was a kitchen knife. I wasn't properly-weighted, yet you threw it accurately across a 10-foot room." He pointed out.

"Like I said, it was a lucky throw." I repeated.

"I'm not the kind of person you should take for a fool, Miss Lance." He stated. "And I think I'm finally starting to understand the kind of person you are."

"Well I'm a pretty shallow girl. I like to party." I answered. "I'm also very tired, so I'm going to go to bed."

I didn't go to bed. I went to my lair. I wanted to give Martin Somers the chance to do the right thing, but he had to go after someone that I cared about. Now he would have me to deal with. I went to the docks. I killed one of the men. His walkie went off.

"Wallace, are you there?" The man asked.

"Wallace isn't here, but I am." I replied. I could only imagine what was happening with Dad and Laurel, but I imagined it wasn't good.

They began to shoot at me, but they were terrible shots. I supposed when it came to henchmen, you wanted to spend as little money as possible and getting people that could actually shoot wasn't possible. The nice thing about arrows was that they were easier to aim. I saw Somers running and began to chase after him. I shot into a crate next to him.

"God, please no." He begged.

"He can't help you now." I declared as I fired another arrow. "I want the truth about Victor Nocenti."

"I can't. The Triad will kill me." He said.

"I'll kill you if you don't." I pointed out. "The Triad's not your concern now."

"Okay, I didn't kill him. It was The Triad." He explained.

"Who ordered them to do it?" I challenged.

"Alright. I did." He admitted. "Nocenti said he was going to testify against me, so I did it."

"Move away from him." The white-haired woman said in Chinese.

"Make me," I retorted. We began to fight and at that point, I heard the sounds of police sirens.

"This is the police. Drop your weapons." An intercom interrupted. I began to run.

"Freeze!" Hilton told me as he pointed his gun at me. "One move and you're dead.

I quickly threw an arrow at him, knocking the gun out of his hand and made my escape. The arrow wasn't any arrow. It contained the recording of what Somers had said. I then returned to the lair. Laurel was right. I couldn't be the person that everyone wanted me to be and still keep the promise I made to Mr. Queen. I had to be the person I want them to think I am.

I decided to show up to the ceremony late. I even interrupted Mr. Steele's speech.

"Hey, wasn't this supposed to be about me?" I slurred. I hoped Thea wouldn't call me a hypocrite even though I wasn't actually drunk. "I mean you wanted me to join your company, didn't you? Some of you may not know me. My name is Sara Lance. Okay, everyone knows me. I'm kind of famous. I'm mostly famous because I nearly died on Robert Queen's boat and I was having sex with Oliver. The fact is people want me to join Queen Consolidated, despite being horrifically unqualified, but I'm not a Queen. I don't deserve this job and I would appreciate if it went to someone who did. Something who's qualified. It shouldn't be about who you know, but who you are."

You know I wasn't planning on an anti-nepotism rant, but it just came out.

"Well that was some speech." Thea said a little after I got home.

"I wasn't drunk." I told her.

"I liked it." She admitted. "You probably wouldn't want to work for my mom anyway."

Before I could say any more, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see my father.

"What the hell happened there?" He asked me.

"I meant every word I said, Daddy." I declared. "I don't want something handed to me and I don't want to do a business job. You look tired."

"I was busy filling out paperwork from last night's shootout at the docks. Plus, Luke and I got berated for letting that archer get away."

"Well it seems like she got that Somers guy to confess." Thea piped in.

"I didn't ask your opinion, Miss Queen." Dad retorted. "She's an anarchist, and while I appreciate her saving my daughter's life I prefer when people do things the legal way. This girl is going to get caught and she's going to learn you can't do things like that."

"Well I'm gonna take a nap." I said before I gave my dad a hug. "I love you, Daddy."

I went to my room and crossed Somers's name off the list.

On the island, I couldn't find a shovel and I knew burying him with my hands would take too long, I then noticed something in his pocket, a small book which I would later find out contained the list and also a symbol which I still hadn't figured out. I built a grave of rocks and covered him with them. Suddenly, an arrow went through my chest and I fell to the ground in pain before losing consciousness.

I went outside a little later. I made sure no one was around.

"Hi, Ollie." I replied. I felt a little silly talking to a rock, but people did it all of the time. "Your dad asked me to save the city, but you probably already know that. I'm not having the easiest time reconnecting with people. I think I'm finally breaking ground with Laurel. I'm not sure whether or not your sister likes me. It hurts to keep these secrets. I will save the city. I just can't be the person that everyone wants me to be. I hope that I don't lose myself again. Maybe now people will stop treating me like I'm you. I don't want to be you. I want to be me."

So Sara had to deal with her own father in addition to everything that Moira wanted from her. Plus there were a few extra scenes with Thea. Please don't forget to review.