Oliver sat on the roof of Watchtower, looking out over the city and watching as the sun set. He'd asked Mia to meet him there after she finished her homework for the day so the two of them could talk. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. He heard her footsteps approaching the window and he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a small

The trip from Kansas to Missouri had taken a little over an hour, and thanks to the very high tech GPS tracking system in Chloe's laptop, it had only taken forty minutes to drive from the airport through St. Louis evening traffic to the motel where Michael and Mia were staying ( Read more... )

Oliver was relieved that both Mia and Michael had agreed to the little impromptu ice cream evening Chloe had suggested. He thought after the last few weeks, they could all use a little downtime together, doing something casual and relaxed for a change. Not that Hawaii hadn't been nice. But with everything that had happened since they'd gotten back ( Read more... )

The jet ride from Kansas to Hawaii had been long, and most of them had dozed off and on during it. It had been a long time since he'd been to Hawaii, and he had been looking forward to it now more than he had even the first time he'd gone. And now, as he lay back on one of the sandy white beaches of Kauai, sunglasses on and a pina colada in one ( Read more... )

He'd wanted to go to the community center immediately after getting Rick and the others off the streets, but an emergency call from Queen Industries had come in before he had the chance. He'd taken a flight from Metropolis to Star City, and had barely had four hours of sleep in the last three days as he finally made his way into the center. It was ( Read more... )

Oliver sat in one of the stiff-backed hospital chairs beside Mia's bedside, his eyes lingering on her still form. Emil had said she had a serious concussion and she was being kept at least overnight for observation. In addition to the head injury, she had numerous cuts and bruises. And while some part of him knew she'd been lucky--they'd all been ( Read more... )

It had been a long time since he'd last patrolled. He could barely remember the last time, in fact. Between dying and then returning and being mostly confined to the Watchtower, Oliver had started to get very restless. And driving to Smallville to meet with Major Zod, and then with Tess, had not been enough to rid him of it ( Read more... )

Oliver had taken the afternoon off from Queen Industries in order to spend some time at the Metropolis Community Center. The place was filled with activity: kids doing homework at some of the tables, some playing a game of pool, and others just sitting around talking and listening to music ( Read more... )

Oliver Queen was not a happy man as he stood in the middle of the crowd in the penthouse of one of the city's wealthiest politicians. His fingers were curled tightly around the glass of champagne in his hand, but he wasn't interested in drinking it. Not tonight. No, tonight, he was on duty, whether anyone else in the room was aware of it or not ( Read more... )

She'd gone up to take a shower nearly a half-hour ago and his worry was starting to kick into gear when he realized how long it had been. He murmured his intent to Chloe, who was trying to reach the other members of the league about a meeting the following day, and when she nodded, he kissed her forehead and took the steps two at a time ( Read more... )