Disclaimer: No. I own nothing. If I did you would be watching my version of things on TV every Wednesday. That said, this chapter is kind of my speculations put in to this season and moved around to help me deal with the major freak out I had over some things from the last episode.

Detective Lance had always known that there were things he didn't know about Felicity Smoak. He had of course done a background check when she had learned that she was working for the Arrow. However, conventional state permitted and legalized background checks didn't exactly provide all the gory details. It was more of a rough outline.

Working with her had taught him more. He had learned little things that came out in long babbles and small moments he hadn't necessarily been supposed to witness. One particular babble had simultaneously taught him that terabytes of data were hard to get through quickly, she drank too much sugar with her coffee and somewhere along the way a strange phobia of kangaroos had developed.

Some things shouldn't be expanded on or questioned.

He also learned that Oliver Queen new everyone of these details and the stories behind them. He knew countless little things and acted on them everyday. Lance noticed them gradually.

The first was evidenced in the fact that each late night in the foundry resulted in coffee with too much sugar, and Thai food that was permanently sans peanuts. All of the arrows and heavy metal projectiles in the foundry were organized in careful rows. Normally this might have merely been a sin of neatness or over active control issues, but eventually Lance noticed that each arrow head pointed carefully away from Felicity's desk.

This didn't really mean anything to Lance until the day Felicity had stepped on a nail without shoes on. She had sworn and hopped around on one foot for about six seconds. It took that long for Oliver to be next to her and taking her weight. He had scooped her up and carried her over to the medical table.

Oliver examined the cut on the bottom of her foot. "Diggle?" he called after a moment. "Check the nail. There's blood here. If the nail has rust we need a tetanus shot."

Diggle nodded and looked down, scanning the ground. He straightened up a moment later with a slightly bloodied and definitely rusted nail in hand. "Definitely rusted."

Oliver nodded and looked at Roy. "Fill up a syringe would you?"

Roy began to beat a hasty retreat just as Felicity pulled a face. "No thanks," he said. "Arrows and street scumbags I'll deal with whenever," he glanced at Felicity. "I'll take down a murderer for you any day but I am not touching a needle. Sorry Blondie."

"No problem," Felicity said quickly. "I hate pointy things. Which I know is a little ironic given what we do here but still..."

That was when Lance realized that the arrows being pointed always away from Felicity was more than just some sort of compulsion to keep things organized and in place. It was Oliver Queen acknowledging a little thing. It was also the rest of the team wanting the Foundry to feel safe, as safe as it could.

Of course, for all of the things Lance managed to learn about Felicity, for everything Felicity told him, there were about a million things he didn't know. Also, for the million he didn't know about Felicity there were about ten million he no longer knew about Olive Queen. He had known Queen since childhood so that was frankly just depressing.

Lance had come to expect curve balls from all of Team Arrow. Leather clad vigilantes kind of meant that curve balls were becoming more normal than regular pitches. Still though, he had to say that he had not seen this one coming.

Ray, Felicity, Diggle, Laurel, and Malcolm Merlyn had all gone off to Nanda Parbat. When Lance had found out that Merlyn was going along with them he ha put his foot down. He had never liked Laurel charging off in to danger but he had at least gotten used to it. Well if by gotten used to it you meant that he had resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.

Now, with his oldest and only remaining daughter going off to face the very same League of people who had taken his youngest away, there was no way in hell he was letting her leave without him. That was what had led him to a long trek through the desert and to standing in front of Ras Al Ghul and Oliver Queen. Respectively probably the two most deadly men in the world.

"The wedding is my own," Oliver said. Lance's eyebrows shot up. His brain had hypothesized a thousand different scenarios abut what could have happened to Oliver after joining the league, but arranged marriage hadn't exactly popped up. Murder, death, killing, etc. Those things had all been ones he had considered in the back of his mind. Eternal commitment arranged by a third party had not so much been a consideration.

"I am betrothed to Nyssa Al Ghul," Oliver stated. His voice wasn't so much cold as it was blank. It was as though the idea of being married was irrelevant. Becoming Ras was important, marriage was more of a stop off on the plane ride of pre-charted life that Oliver was taking a layover at before moving on.

"Perhaps not," Ras said.

Oliver's face barely betrayed any surprise, his eyes merely widened a fraction as he regarded the Demon's Head. Lance felt his own eyebrows shoot up. Everyone else who had merely looked stunned at the announcement of marriage before now also looked confused. Felicity looked like she was trying to figure out a way to pull her jaw up off of the floor.

Ra's walked closer to her and Diggle and Palmer who were standing closest to her closed ranks around her. Laurel moved to her side and even Tatsu the women Merlyn said was supposed to be proof shifted closer. Lance himself fought the urge to move. The dark eyes of Ra's reminded Lance of a snake so he was treating the men that way. Avoid all sudden movements.

That instinct turned out to be a good one. In the next moment Ra's had nodded to a group of armed league members standing in the background and Laurel, Diggle, and Palmer were swiftly pulled from the room. One of the men looked from Lance to Ra's but the man dismissed him with a swift gesture. "Leave him. There is no reason the old man can not bear witness to this."

Lance bristled but stomped down on the comment he wanted to throw back who you calling old mister I have a magical pit of eternal life? Instead he said, "What exactly am I witnessing."

"The truth," Ra's said turning his attention back to Felicity. "You have lovely hair child," he said. "You dye it I believe?"

Felicity threw up her hands. "How is that even a relevant thing! I can get you people knowing my name and that I'm good with IT but I can not get you knowing my hair care protocol. Unless..." She jabbed her index finger at Oliver. "I keep your vigilantism secrets for three years and somehow the one secret I ask you to keep you tell to the head of Evil Incorporated!?"

Lance didn't know where this was going but even he agreed that the hair question was pretty much out of the blue. He didn't know how the League worked, but he was pretty sure that hair dye was not an offence or concern. If it was then it was a sure sign that more people in the world needed to be deemed worthy of death by highly trained killer.

Now that wasn't a thought Lance had ever though he was going to have.

"You speak as your mother did," Ra's said.

Felicity froze, looking as though more words were waiting to be spoken but had gotten trapped on her tongue. Lance saw Oliver stiffen. In fact, he didn't so much stiffen as go utterly and completely still as every muscle in his body froze. In the next second he seemed to force himself to relax.

"Constant and truthful and always with your hands. They never cease moving," Ra's continued. "It was one of the things I loved about her."

Felicity spluttered. "You?" she questioned. "My mother? Loved? What the-"

Lance's mind was racing, putting together the last few sentences. The detective half of his brain was swiftly connecting the dots even as the other half of him swiftly tried to shut it down.

Ra's turned and looked to Oliver. "I told your former associate John Diggle that when I was offered the position in which you now find yourself I had a wife and a child. I was given the choice of either watching them die or turning and walking from their lives without a word. That was a lie. These events did not occur before I was brought in to the league. It happened a mere twenty years ago."

The Demon's Head turned and faced Felicity and Lance. "It was a mistake, a moment or rather three years of weakness. The Ra's at the time allowed it briefly before sending a denizen with the message that it was time to return. The choice remained the same and I left that night, leaving behind a beautiful young women, and a daughter."

He reached out and took hold of one of Felicity's hands, holding it so tightly that even if she hadn't been too shocked to move she wouldn't have been able to pull away. He placed a small kiss to the back of her knuckles in the kind of gesture hat belonged to an older era. "It seems as though we are now reunited my Daughter."

Felicity pried her fingers away numbly mouth hanging open. She stumbled slightly as she backed up tripping in to Lance's side. Quentin took her hand holding it tightly, hoping to offer some form of support. "How are we suppose to know you're not lying?" Lance demanded. The detective part of his brain had already worked out that the Assassin's story fit with what he knew about Felicity. Granted what he knew was mostly to do with the fact that her father had left without a word when she was a child.

Plus a few other little details that may or may not have been attained illegally. Including a scarily high IQ and a large selection of abilities to do with intelligence that no offense meant probably did not come from her mother. Besides, she definitely did talk with her hands.

Ra's was still talking. He had turned back to Oliver. "I said I wanted to unite our families through a marriage between you and my daughter. It would now appear that I have more than one daughter. I assume that this option is preferable?"

Oliver was silent for a long moment before he opened his mouth. "I will do as you wish. As I have been since arriving here."

It was convincing. To almost anyone else the words would have sounded utterly and completely flat. But to Lance it was almost exactly the same tone of voice Oliver had used a life time ago when Robert Queen had signed Oliver up for an introduction to business course. He had said, "whatever you want Dad," in exactly the same way.

Felicity's hand had gone freezing cold and trembling in his and Lance tightened his hand further around her fingers. "Then it is set," Ra's said in the manner of someone who ha just made a satisfying business deal. "I see no reason to change the going timeline. I shall expect to see you later tonight Al Saheem." He nodded to Felicity. "Daughter mine."

"What about your other daughter?" Lance asked as he was leaving. "You know, the daughter you didn't abandon for a life of organized murder? The one who loved Sara."

Ra's stopped and looked at him, meeting his gaze. "I was so very sorry about your daughter," he said. Strangely, Lance thought that he sounded almost sincere. "I must say that she was refreshing, though I never saw the killer in her. Her death was... unfortunate. We would have honored her here. We still might. Any death at the hands of Malcolm Merlyn is one to be regretted."

Then he left, taking another one of the guards with him.

"Apparently we're getting married," Oliver said flatly. Felicity launched forward and sent her hand flying up towards her face. The first one landed with a loud crack and Lance moved forward. He wasn't quite sure weather or not he was going to get between the two or help Felicity beet Queen in to a bloody pulp on the ground. Given all of the shit he had pulled lately it wasn't like it would have been undeserved. He wasn't even sure how hard Oliver would be fighting back. He had a bet going on not very.

He didn't get much of a chance to find out though because the next slap Felicity tried to land was stopped cold. Oliver's hand flashed up, catching the hit with his forearm and then moving to wrap his fingers around her wrist, keeping it immobile. Oliver looked down at her meeting Felicity's eyes with an expression that was not so much blank as it was unreadable. He glanced over at the remaining guards in the corner. "Give me a moment with my betrothed please."

The hooded man nodded and vanished like a mirage.

Felicity was moving the minute he left hitting outwards at Oliver's chest. He took every single one of the hits without making a single movement to her. He was saying something but lance couldn't quite here what it was over Felicity's shouting. Venting everything until her words started to become impossible to distinguish through the tears that had started pouring down her cheeks.

Finally Oliver caught her around the waist and pulled her in against his chest holding her there and keeping her still. Her head pressed in to his heart and Oliver's forehead fell to her hair. Finally Lance could make out the words that Oliver had been repeating. "I'm so sorry," he said. Repeating the words again ad again. "I'm so so sorry."

It was jarring. To watch Oliver go from completely lacking in emotion to the most human Lance thought he had ever actually seen him. "Sorry for what exactly?" Felicity asked in a shaky muffled voice. "For going totally dark side and abandoning all of the people you claim to love and care about, or the fact that we're here at evil HQ. Or how about for the fact that my long lost father is apparently the embodiment of pure evil and has now arranged our marriage because frankly any of those things deserves a pretty killer apology."

She sighed and pulled away a step. "That pun was highly unintentional given the circumstances," she clarified. Oliver's fingers twitched almost convulsively, holding her within an arms length of him and refusing to let go.

"All of it," Oliver said fervently. "I had a plan but this..." he shook his head. "I didn't see it coming." He bit down on his lower lip. "I thought you all might be coming to destroy the virus and I knew better than to trust Malcolm so I made plans to get you out. I'm going to need to figure out a way to adjust those now."

"Well I'm sorry that my Earth shattering discovery threw an evil father sized wrench in to your maniacal plan machine" Felicity shot back. Then she stilled for a moment. "Holy crap I have a half sister," she realized. "That's another thing, you were going to marry Nyssa!"

Oliver's jaw tightened and Lance got the feeling he was seriously wishing that the League provided Excedrin. "I didn't want to," he bit out. "I didn't think it was going to come up either but I had to be able to adapt. It wouldn't have been legal or even real but if it made Ra's trust me yes I would have done it."

Felicity was dead silent for a moment in the echo of that particular truth. "And now you're marrying me."

"I love you," Oliver said, letting the statement settle in the air. "I understand if you hate me for this, all of it but I-"

"Why can't you stop?" Felicity demanded.

"Because I'm selfish," Queen said.

Lance felt like he should leave. This seemed like it was private but there was no where for him to go.

Oliver was still talking. "I want to be able to give you everything you want, but I can not tell you that I don't love you. I won't. In a life time of choices, loving you is the most selfish one that I have ever made, and I can't unmake it." He stepped forward, closing the distance between he and Felicity. One hand came up cautiously, brushing tears off of her face. "Doing what Ra's wants will keep you alive, and I can't watch you die."

"What about the others?" Felicity challenged. "Diggle and Laurel?"

"They'll hate me," Oliver admitted immediately. "And they have a right to. So do you. Kidnapping Lyla and leaving Sara alone, it was..."

Felicity cut him off. "Unthinkable?" she filled in. "Yeah it was."

Oliver released her hand as she made to draw it back and Lance noted his fingers clench reflexively. "I mad a choice," he ground out. "A choice between you hating me and being alive or being on good terms in the afterlife. I picked the option that meant I didn't have to bury anyone else I loved."

On a level Lance could understand that. Oliver Queen had made a decision between maybe loosing people temporarily and definitely loosing people permanently. Not necessarily a choice with good and healthy results for him, but definitely a more life like choice for everyone else.

There was a long moment of silence before Felicity spoke. "So what happens now. With all of this? What do we do? If we get out of this."

Oliver sighed and Lance could practically see his shoulders tense and then slump as though another weight had been added to an immense loud. He reached out slowly and took both of her hands in to his slowly. He pulled one of them up to his face and kissed her palm. "If this works and we live then I will give you whatever you ask me for. If it's space I will give it to you. If it's a freaking white wedding I will give you and Thea my credit card and a bridal magazine and say I do in front of an alter and all of my friends."

He brought her other hand up to his heart and cradled it there. "And if you want to leave," he murmured quietly. "If you want to get into a car together and drive away from all of this while we try to work out what we both want then I'll do it. I'll even drive." The utter and complete sincerity in his voice almost made Lance whistle. It wasn't everyday you heard someone pledge that kind of dedication.

"Driving away," Felicity said quietly. "That actually sounds kind of nice. Though we are going to have to talk to Thea. Maybe the two of us can start a surprise evil fathers club. We might end up with a surprisingly large membership basis."

The stress slowly fell away from Oliver's shoulders and a bright almost impossible smile broke across his face as he leaned down and kissed her. Lance looked away. Some things were part of conversations he didn't need to overhear.

A/N: So how was that? I know it's not exactly cannon and it might not even be the best chapter I've written but I seriously had to do damage control on last week's episode before I even tried to watch the one next week. If they give me something more to work with next week the next chapter might be more in cannon. It was just an idea that wouldn't really leave me alone after the conversation Ra's had with Diggle about his old family in 3x20. Hope you all liked it! Review for me! xoxoxooxoxoxxooxxoxoxooxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxxoxoxoxo