I tried having some sort of pattern to my uploading, but it just didn't happen. As far as I'm currently aware, there are only like 2-3 chapters left to this little set, which will be written and uploaded between work and a side project for my sister (she has requested a painting of the Binary Sunset).

Thank you all so much for the reviews, follows, and favourites! If I didn't PM you to thank you for any of those, I'm so sorry, but I can thank you now: THANK YOU! If anyone was wondering, the two songs I've had on repeat to sing along to as I run around like a madwoman are 'Fancy' by Iggy what's-her-name and 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by Def Leopard :)

Disclaimer - I still don't own that yacht and I'm still writing fan fiction. Figure it out.

Quentin Lance wasn't sure at what point it had happened, but he had gained another daughter. One that kept her blonde locks in a ponytail. One that wore brightly coloured clothes. One that walked with a bounce rather than a step. And just like with his biological daughters, he hates to see her in danger, he hates to hear her voice break, and he hates seeing her cry.

But above all, he hates that she works with the Arrow. He sees her or hears her and his first instinct is to preserve whatever innocence might be left. He wants to grab her and take her somewhere that the Arrow and his baggage will never touch her again. He doesn't, though, because he knows. He knows that Felicity Smoak would manage to find her way out, and no matter the whispers he hears about his age affecting his judgment, he recognizes how attached the vigilante is to the petite blonde, and though he would never admit it out loud, he is a little fearful of how the Arrow would react if his blonde partner were to be taken from him. Hidden from him.

The Arrow had killed for Felicity Smoak once, and Detective Lance had no doubts that he would kill for her again.

When he had asked Sara why he had been told to go to Queen Consolidated instead of a random rooftop, she responded dismissively:

"Because we were already here. Why waste time we don't have?"

While his youngest daughter returned to cleaning her bo staff, Quentin Lance felt his blood cold. He didn't like it, but he knew that Sara could hold her own. But he couldn't shake the anger bubbling up. Felicity was the one who had greeted him, tablet in hand, and he hadn't thought about it, but the thought struck him now. She had been there. He couldn't shake the feeling that the IT genius had been in the building where any one of these crazy, drug-filled soldiers could have grabbed her like they did Laurel. Before he could ask Sara for confirmation he noticed the hooded vigilante storm in and bark orders. Lance noticed his daughter briefly touch the Arrow's arm, her head tilted to the side, and the detective would have bet his life that she was concerned for him. He looked past the exchange between the two and noticed something missing, or rather someone.

"Where is she?"

Lance asked, he barely noticed his daughter lingering, watching him intently. When the older man didn't get a response he asked again.

"Where is Felicity Smoak?"

There was a pause and he could almost hear the Arrow grind his teeth, throwing the words over his shoulder as he stalked away.

"She's safe."

And Quentin Lance knew. He heard the lie for what it was and he just knew that this girl he had come to care for was in danger and there was nothing he could do, just like he knew that Felicity Smoak wouldn't run from whatever fate claimed her.

Slade Wilson didn't just have one daughter of Quentin Lance. He had two. And only one would run.

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