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The amount of response I got for the last chapter broke my heart a bit. If it's bad, tell me, I don't need the response to be good, but please just tell me what you think, don't leave me hanging. If you think it sucked, tell me it sucked and give me reasons.

But please don't do this.

The morning of Oliver's abduction

Daisy had conflicting emotions: On hand she really, really wanted to stay by Oliver's side. On the other hand, she was incredibly scared of herself. Her control was all but gone, and when apparently, being around Oliver made it infinitely worse, and she just didn't know how to deal with that. He made her feel like a teenage girl, and she wanted nothing more than to stay by his side.

But how could she? She had earthquake powers, while Oliver Queen's best friend died in one. What was that if not the cruelest joke the universe could make. The last thing she wanted was to remind Oliver of the terrible things he had witnessed, and here she was, a walking reminder.

What was that if not cruel?

She needed time to figure this out. To think this through.

Which was why, when Oliver left in the morning, she didn't know how to react. Standing in the door, all she wanted was to close the gap between them, but she was too afraid to do so. Every bit of logic screamed at her to stay away: for Oliver's sake. But her heart just wouldn't let her.

"Thank you. For everything." She said, not looking into his eyes.

"Don't mention it." He answered. "And Daisy…" She looked up, forcing herself to meet his eyes. They were soft, full of worry and kindness. "I want you to be careful today. Keep your eyes open and your guards up. I think Ian Quinn may make a move today."

"Already?" She found herself asking. "Would be a bit counter-productive to attack right after getting out of prison, wouldn't it?"

"Call it instinct. But I think he had a plan. Just keep your eyes open, okay?"

"You got it." Daisy nodded.

The goodbye was all sort of awkward. Neither of them knew what to do, so they ended up simply saying bye.

Daisy sighed, and started getting ready for work. Surely, Quinn wouldn't attack like that. He wasn't stupid, and didn't she know that from firsthand experience.

Still, she couldn't help the worry hiding at the back of her mind. She remembered all too clearly the last attack. She had stopped it, obviously, but what if she wasn't there. Oliver jumped on the bomb, to protect them. If Daisy didn't defuse it, he would have…

The chair next to her started shaking.

"Get a grip." She muttered to herself angrily, taking a big breath, then another, just like May taught her. It helped, but just because the chair stilled again, Daisy didn't feel any better. She was a ticking time bomb.

First, it was just thoughts. What if Ian Quinn did attack?

What if he was smarter this time?

Then, slowly, those little thoughts escalated.

The cold gun against her stomach, the sound of the gun going off. The pain. The blood. Daisy remembered it all as if it was yesterday. And that memory still terrified her. Ian Quinn still terrified her, no matter how hard she denied it.

The thought of the same thing happening to Oliver was unimaginable. The mental vision of him lying on the floor, bleeding out, made her breath hitch and her heart sink.

That was when Lance decided they should visit the mayor's office: just to put her mind at ease. Not that she disliked the idea, but that was horribly unprofessional of her. May would be so mad at her. She had taught her better.

Still, entering Oliver's office, and seeing him safe, (and maybe a bit annoyed), was a very, very good feeling. All she wanted was to run up to him and hug him and protect him. Or something. But then again, she wasn't needed. There were a whole lot of people there, quite possibly with the same intentions.

She nodded at Diggle, and surveyed the room. She recognized the police woman from the earlier attack. Then there was Oliver's sister, and another guy she had recognized as an employee. Also, the CSI from the other city, investigating the shadow monster was here too. She saw another guy she didn't recognize, but figured he was some sort of police employee too, here for Oliver's protection. Why they would need a CSI was beyond her, but she didn't care enough to ask.

Point was, Oliver was obviously well protected. And while that was a relief, it also made Daisy realize something:

Oliver didn't need her to protect him.

When they left the office, Daisy felt better. Should Ian Quinn decide to keep the threat, Oliver would no doubt be protected. And if something happened to him…

Well, Daisy had nothing to lose.

When the door was basically broken down, Daisy grabbed her gun immediately. But it was just the CSI guy, looking incredibly disturbed as he entered Lance's office. Daisy felt her heart sink, as she took in his face. This guy was with Oliver. Why would he be here, looking like that?

"You are here." The guy (Barry Allen, if Daisy remembered right) stuttered. "But… I saw you…"

"What are you talking about kid?" Lance asked, eyebrow raised. "I have been here all day."

"I can confirm that." Daisy noted, fighting back her worry. "What happened?"

"Oliver was taken." Barry stated, staring at them. "By you."

Daisy froze. Time seemed to slow down around her, as she staggered back. No. Please no. Not Oliver too. She felt herself step forward, grabbing the CSI by his shirt. "What are you talking about?" She asked angrily. "You let them abduct Oliver?"

The man looked down. "They had some kind of special smoke bomb. It knocked out everyone, and the guy who dropped it? He was wearing your face." He pointed at Lance. "But it couldn't have been you. There is no way you got back here and changed clothes by the time I got here."

Daisy looked at Lance, whose eyes were wide. "I swear I haven't moved from here. And why would I want to abduct Oliver anyway?"

Barry shook his head. "I don't know. But someone did. With your face."

Daisy staggered back. That wasn't impossible, they had that kind of technology on her earth, so maybe, Quinn developed something similar here. And he had taken Oliver because of it.

At the edge of her vision, she noticed the pens shaking on the desk, indicating the disaster that was about to go down. "I need to go." She stated, and basically ran out of the room. Nobody tried to stop her.

Barry could hear his own heartbeat, as it basically made his eardrums explode from the inside. This was a disaster. Oliver was right about Quinn and his plan: if it was instinct or just experience with bad guys, Barry didn't know. But he couldn't stop blaming himself. He could have stopped it. He should have stopped it. And now, Oliver was gone, and it was his fault.

"it wasn't your fault." Diggle stated, putting a hand on his shoulder. They were in the Arrow Cave, waiting for everyone else to get themselves back together enough so they could start planning. Diggle gave them all some kind of plant that he claimed would help with the poison. He said it was something Oliver brought with himself from Lian Yu.

"But it was. I was there. I could have stopped it."

"He was wearing my face." Lance butted in, his expression as dark as it gets. "You couldn't have known it wasn't me."

Barry shook his head. "Still, I have superspeed."

"But you are still human. Even if with freaky, and disturbing superpowers." Diggle stated. "Nobody blames you Barry. But that doesn't change the fact that Oliver is gone, and we need to find him before something happens. I have already contacted Skye, but she is yet to answer."

Barry looked at the computer that Diggle just stood up from. "Your new hacker, right?" He asked. His guilt had to wait. He would apologize to Oliver when they found him. The search was top priority right now, which meant he needed to focus.

If they found him. – His mind supplied traitorously.

"Yes." Diggle nodded. "She's good. She will find Oliver."

"Where do you guys keep finding these people?" Barry shook his head, with a ghost of a smile. "Leave some hackers to us too, please."

There was a loud groan then, coming from the mats where the new recruits were sprawled out. It was Dinah, sitting up, grabbing her head. "What the hell happened?" She asked, her face crunching up from pain.

"Oliver was abducted." Diggle answered simply. "We will fill you in when everyone wakes up."

Dinah stared at them with alarm, and turned around, taking in the other knocked out members. "Damn it!" She muttered, hitting the mat angrily.

A ping made Barry's eyes snap back at the computer, and he sped to it. In a simple chat box, there were two simple messages: one from Diggle no doubt, and one that just appeared: The answer form Skye.

SOS. The mayor has been abducted by Ian Quinn. – Said the first one.

Mayor Queen? The news didn't say anything. – Answered Skye.

Diggle sat in the chair, his hands hovering over the keyboard. He looked at Barry, who nodded. They already discussed the question of the media.

The bodyguard contacted us immediately. The police doesn't know. They are on Quinn's payroll, they would only be in the way. The media can't find out that the mayor is gone. Star City can't handle that kind of fallout.

Understood. I'm going to get back to you if I find anything.

Diggle leaned back. "And now we wait."

Barry shook his head. "You wait. I'm going to go and search Ian Quinn's buildings. I can't just sit still while Quinn is doing god knows what to Oliver."

Diggle's hands shot out, grabbing Barry's arm. "Don't. What if we get an answer and you won't be here? OR what if he is prepared for that too? No offense but the Flash hasn't exactly been silent about being in Star city this week."

Barry frowned. "If something happens, I'll be back in seconds. Besides, I'm not stupid. I have been doing this for a long time too, Diggle. I can handle myself."

"So can Oliver." The bodyguard answered darkly.

Barry blinked. Was Diggle… worried about him too? "I'll be careful. I promise. And if I find Ollie, I'll bring him back, just watch." He smiled, and sped out.

Daisy wasn't sure how much time had passed between arriving back to her apartment and team Arrow contacting her. She had been in the middle of hacking by then, doing everything in her power to find any clues as to where Quinn could have taken Oliver. It was a good distraction too. As long as she was in the systems, she wasn't about to destroy half a city block with her uncontrolled powers.

Now, Ian Quinn was by no means hard to hack. She scanned all emails and cameras faster than Yoyo could run. Meanwhile, in her head, worse and worse scenarios played out.

Oliver lying on the ground, bleeding, bullets in his stomach.

Oliver being found dead. His beautiful blue eyes staring at nothing, his body cold.

Her mind kept jumping back to Lincoln, making a cold shiver run down her spine. She couldn't lose Oliver too. She couldn't. Even if she couldn't have him either.

She didn't even notice when the chair started shaking next to her.

Suddenly, the chat pinged again. Daisy opened it, hoping against hope.

Hi, this is the Flash. I've run through all of Ian Quinn's buildings, but couldn't find anything. He is not being kept in any of the known facilities of Quinn's Worldwide.

Daisy blinked. Yes, she heard the news that the Flash was in town, but still, the fact that he was looking for Oliver too somehow gave her a bit of calm. The chair stopped shaking.

But this, this meant a lot of help. She hadn't sent her findings yet, because there simply wasn't enough information to narrow the search down, but this way, they didn't need to narrow it down.

I've found four not-in-the-papers buildings so far, but I couldn't decide if he is in one of them yet. I'm sending you the coordinates now. She hit the enter a bit stronger than necessary, but thankfully, Fitz' computer was much better than to get damaged by something like that.

Checking them out now. Came the answer.

Daisy sighed in relief. This was enormous help. Hacking was useful and fast, yes, but even she could only hack so fast.

So, Green, you are all ready to move out right? she asked, her hands shaking. She wanted to be there. She needed to be there.

The answer didn't come for a suspiciously long time.

Right. It said.

Daisy's eyebrows furrowed. Something wasn't right. But before she could ask, another message popped up.

Flash here. I found him. At least I think I did, because there were guards everywhere. I couldn't go in, this guy was expecting me. He had metahuman dampeners all around.

Daisy swore. Of course Quinn did. If somebody had that kind of technology, it was him.

Which building? She asked.

The third on the list.

Daisy nodded. Give me five. I'll see if I can turn it off.

Her fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up all and every bit of existing information about the building, sending them to the Arrow computer at the same time.

In eight minutes, she found the switch. Bad news. It's a manual switch. Can't turn it off from the computer. She wrote. That means it's time for Team Arrow.

Something just didn't sit right with that idea. She could do something. She should do something.

Oliver was in danger. Her Oliver. The first person to ever really understand her. The person who found her when she was at her lowest, and instead of leaving, like people always do, stayed. Instead of judging or pitying, he understood.

She closed her eyes. No. She isn't sitting on the sidelines for this one. But also, she couldn't let Team Arrow find out her identity. She needed to come up with something.

What's the plan then? She asked.

Diggle stared at the monitor. This was bad. Very, very bad. It was always Oliver who made the plans, and for a good reason. According to the building plans that Skye sent him, the building was a fortress. Getting in there was like trying to break into Argus

Argus. Yes. They could use Argus. Without Oliver, they were significantly weaker, and the new recruits weren't ready for this kind of fight yet. They could infiltrate the building, sure, but they needed time to plan it out completely.

We are working on it. He answered.

He looked around. All the recruits looked helpless. "It's always Oliver making the plans." Curtis supplied.

Diggle collected all his self-confidence, and stood up. "We can do it too. I've been working with the man for more than five years. I'll figure something out, and we will rescue him."

"I'm not sure we can." Rene said suddenly, looking at the building plans. "This place seems pretty damn secure."
"We will do it for Oliver." Diggle said confidently. "Like he would for us."

"Agreed." Dinah nodded, folding her arms. "We can save him."

Barry stared at the group, his hands shaking. He wanted to help so much, but with the meta dampeners on, he was little to no help. He was useless.

"I know what our main objective needs to be." Curtis said, stepping up to the computer, and opening the plan on which Skye highlighted the metahuman dampener switch. "We turn off the dampeners. That way, Flash can help. That is the best chance we have."

Suddenly, everyone looked at Barry, who felt his hope return. He could help.

"Agreed." Diggle nodded, and sent a small smile towards Barry.

And so, the planning began.

Daisy stared at the monitor. Working on it. It said.

Wasn't good enough. Suddenly, an idea appeared in her head. She rushed into her bedroom, and opened the wardrobe. There it was. Her SHIELD uniform, her gauntlets, her old life hanging on a coathanger.

She smiled. It was time.

Quake was back.

Oliver woke up with a massive headache. He was tied up, lying on his stomach on some kind of weird bed that had a whole for his face. He tried to move, but the restraints held him completely.

He tried looking around too, but all he could see was the floor.

He recalled how he could have gotten there. He remembered Quentin entering the office. He remembered the smoke bombs. After that, it was dark.

What happened to the team?

He hoped the were alright.

Oliver concentrated on the room around him, trying to hear something. There was a beeping that was a lot like the machines in hospitals, and also, there was the unmistakable voice of somebody breathing. So he wasn't alone.

"So you are awake." He recognized that voice, sadly. Quinn.

"Good to see you again, Ian. I would shake your hand, but…" Oliver answered, hiding his anger behind a calm façade.

"Oh, yeah, about that. I'm sorry for what's about to happen, but you see, I can't let you meddle in my business. You can't tell me I didn't warn you." Funny thing was, he did sound sorry.

"What do you want from me?" Oliver asked.

"A lot of things. And the best part? You are going to give them all to me."

Oliver gritted his teeth. "I highly doubt that."

"You won't really have a choice. You see, quite some time ago, ARGUS employed me. I made a lot of things for them, but my favourite? It was just a little bomb, a chip inside the brain. Just one little button, and it goes boom."

Oliver's face darkened. No. This couldn't happen. "You are a psychopath." He uttered.

"I'm a businessman. And I need you to behave. Your good Samaritan act is getting on my nerves, and frankly, Oliver, you could do so much better than this."

"So what, you put a bomb into my head, and then what?" His team would find him. He was sure of it. Save him before they could do this to him. So, in the meanwhile, he would try and get information.

"Well, firstly, you publicly apologize for accusing me for anything, and make the public believe that I'm an innocent businessman who just wants good things for this city. Then, you put out an APB for team Green Arrow. Then, you take back that particular law you know I hate. After that? I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll make you get rid of that bodyguard of yours. She is pretty, I'll give you that, but she made me angry. I don't like it when people make me angry."

Oliver felt his heart sink. This was the worst case scenario. Him being controlled by a villain? No, that won't happen. He would die before that.

"I would rather die." He said plainly. "I'm not going to be your dog, Quinn."

The man laughed. "And leave poor Thea all alone in the world? How cruel of you. But then, of course, I would have to do this to the next mayor too, you see, your actions really need to be cleaned up. The public sees me as an enemy, I'm losing half of my interests, and that can't happen. I'm looking for something very, very interesting, and I need resources, money, and most importantly, freedom to find that. I won't let you get in my way. Not you, nor the Green Arrow."

Oliver pulled at his restraints angrily, but it did nothing. He was tied to the bad securely. "Leave Thea out of this!" He all but shouted.

"If you promise to behave, maybe I will." Quinn answered.

"I'll kill you." Oliver said so coldly, he head Quinn take a step back.

"Oh, no, but I may kill you. Well, not exactly me. I hate getting my hands dirty. But my doctor will. Especially if you don't stay still, you see, this is a very delicate procedure, and you really need to be awake for it." The man answered.

Oliver shook with anger, but swallowed it down. There was one more question he needed to ask. "What about Quentin? What did you do to him?"

There was silence for a bit, then Quinn laughed. "Oh you mean Lance? Don't worry, he is fine. It wasn't him in the office. It's one of my new inventions, and I have to say it, even though it's far from perfect, like it only holds up for a few minutes, I still love it. It's a kind of hologram, you put it on, and it changes your face. Genius isn't it?"

Oliver would have shaken his head if it wasn't tied in place. "Why?" He asked simply. "Why do all this?"

Quinn didn't answer immediately. Then, with surprising sincerity, he answered with a simple sentence.

"Because I want to change the world."

I'm not sure when the next update will come, because university is starting back up (actually, it already did, but I hid my head in the sand and pretended I can stall everything just for a little bit more). Also, the lack of response doesn't help either, like for my last chapter. It made me feel super sad. If you don't like something, tell me your thoughts and reasons.