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"Sara, honey, why are you doing this? Huh?"

Stuffing the last of her shirts into her suitcase Sara turned around to face her father and her older sister Laurel who were standing in the doorway of her room.

"I have to look for him, daddy." Laying the new pair of brown hiking boots she had bought days ago on top of the clothes she had packed she zipped up her black suitcase and pulled it off the bed.
"You wouldn't understand."

"You're right, I don't understand. This...this guy tries to get you to sleep with him while he is dating your sister." Lance growled the anger that had never been doused burning hot again as he thought about Oliver Queen.

The billionaire playboy who had broken not only his eldest daughters heart but the entire Lance family. Pitting Laurel and Sara against each other for his affection, which put him and his wife in the middle of the fighting. Which lasted months until Laurel learned Dinah, her mother had known Sara was going to go with Oliver and was going to let her. That put mother and daughter at odds and him in a tough spot. He loved his wife, with everything he had, he loved her. But he couldn't look at her the same knowing that she had betrayed their daughter.

That lead to a divorce and nearly the end of the once loving Lance family.

And the blame laid at the feet of one, Oliver Jonas Queen. The son of a bitch.

"Dad, can I have a few minutes alone with Sara?" Laurel asked and Quentin sighed rubbing his forehead with two fingers.

"Maybe you can talk her out of this nonsense." He said and left the room, his mutters of stupid billionaire bastards fading as he got farther away from the sisters.

"Don't try and talk me out of this, Laurel," Sara said before her sister before she could say anything.
"I'm doing this for you."

Laurel walked further into the room and sat down on her sister's bed. "And I told you, that you didn't have to go searching for him halfway around the world, Sara. His letter was enough to give me closure."

"Bullshit, Laurel. You cried for days when you heard he survived the Gambit only to die on an island." Sara crossed her arms over her chest. Her and Laurel might not have ever been the closest sisters could be but she still knew her better than anyone.

And she knew that Laurel wasn't over Oliver Queen and might never be unless she saw him again. She loved the guy when he was a cheating billionaire. Now, he was a hero who had won a medal for bravery and possibly had given his life to save strangers.

"Sara, Ollie's letter made it clear how he felt about me. About us. Our relationship was never serious to him and I wasted years of my life with him because it was never going to work out." Laurel repeated Ollie's last words to her.

It was painful to hear but she needed to hear them. It was a closure she never expected to receive after hearing that the Gambit had gone down at sea.

"And we both know that he only wrote that letter to force you to move on." Sara rolled her eyes. It was obvious, painfully obvious that almost everything in Oliver's letter to her sister was a lie.

He had been in love with Laurel for years. Yes, he cheated, multiple times, but he always came crawling back to Laurel. No one else. Just Laurel. Why would he do that if he never cared?

"That's your opinion." Laurel would be lying if she said she wasn't touched by the gesture because she was. But trying to help her move on didn't change the fact that Oliver had been the one to ruin their relationship.

"And while I appreciate you trying to help, Sara, I'm fine. Really. If you want to search for Ollie, that's fine, but at least be honest with yourself and admit that your not searching for me, you're doing it because you want to. You want him to be alive because you love him."

Shaking her head Sara snorted and picked up her bag. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"What? Why else would you betray me by sleeping with him? What kind of sister does that?" Laurel asked. She was still hurt by her sister's decision to screw Oliver while she was still dating him.
"I wouldn't do that to you."

That got Sara's attention and the younger Lance sister stopped in her doorway, arms full with her suitcase and backpack.

"Excuse me?"

"Sara, I know I haven't been the best sister in the world. But I would never have sex with someone you were dating."

"You haven't been a sister at all," Sara said in retaliation. "But I believe you. Do you want to why?"

Laurel frowned but nodded.

"I wouldn't give you a reason to do it. Because unlike you, I'm not selfish."

"Excuse me? Selfish?" Laurel couldn't believe what she just heard. "I forgave you for trying to sleep with Oliver."

"The only reason I agreed to go with him was because you stole him from me!" Sara was shouting and she didn't want to be but she couldn't help it. Laurel always tried to play herself off as the saint and others might fall for it but Sara knew better.

"The night I was going to tell Oliver how I felt, at Tommy's party. The one you happened to not want to go to. It was also the first time you ever said no to going to one of Tommy's parties. Do you remember what happened that night?"

Laurel shook her head. She knew what her sister thought but it was ridiculous. "I didn't tell dad about the party, Sara."

"Oh, so everything was just a coincidence? Dad grounding me for a month and you getting with Oliver even when you knew how I felt about him? You didn't care that I liked him. All that mattered was that you liked him too. Well, that's the same way I felt when I agreed to sleep with him." Sara huffed pushing her bangs out of the way.

"This isn't how today was supposed to go."

"Just go, Sara," Laurel muttered tiredly. She didn't want to fight about Oliver Queen anymore and Sara was never going to believe her when she said she didn't tell dad about the party.

Sara tightened her grip on her bags. "I'm doing this for you, Laurel. Because despite everything I do love you."

"Then why does everything you do point to the opposite?"

Closing her eyes Sara walked out of her room and down the stairs passing her father who was standing in the kitchen.

"Sara-"

"Don't" Sara stopped her dad before he could start. "I'll be back in a few months. I love you."

It was a quicker goodbye than she wanted but she had heard enough about Oliver since he went missing. How Oliver was a bad person. How he was responsible for tearing the Lance family apart.

But he wasn't.

He called off their fling before it started. Not her. She would've have gone with him and she had told her family just that. It wasn't fair to blame their problems on Oliver. Even before he asked her to go with him on the Gambit the Lance family was tearing itself apart. Their mother was barely a mother at all, a father who was too caught up in work and then there were her and Laurel. Sisters who weren't even friends.

"Because if we were Laurel wouldn't have told dad about Tommy's party."

Opening the front door she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder and pulled back into a tight hug.

"Stay safe sweetie. And try to call at least once a week." Her father squeezed her tight before letting her go.
"I love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

Walking out of the house she let the front door swing closed behind her and jogged down their short driveway to the black town car waiting for her at the street.

"Mrs. Queen," She greeted the woman sitting in the back of the car as she opened the door.

"Sara," Moira greeted. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you agreed to this. Thank you."

Looking down at her lap Sara shook her head. "You don't have to thank me Mrs. Queen. Oliver was my friend, and Laurel loves him. If she didn't have Law school I'm sure she'd be the one going."

No one outside the Lance family knew about her and Oliver, and she didn't feel inclined to tell anyone either. Neither did her father or Laurel. So as far as Moira and Thea were concerned nothing had changed.

"I'm sure," Moria smiled as she thought of the woman who she had once been sure would be her daughter in law.
"If I didn't have the company to run I'd be going myself. And Thea still won't speak to me because I won't let her go."

"I'll do my best to find him, Mrs. Queen," Sara promised as the driver rolled the window separating them down.

"To the docks please, Ricky."

"Ma'am."

The window went up again and Sara leaned back in the leather seat of the Queen's car. She could feel Moira staring at her and it made her uneasy. But that was nothing new. Oliver's mother had been different since her husband and son went missing. Colder.

"I hope traffic isn't bad."

Another short Interlude between Oliver's story. Hope you guys like it.

And to anyone wondering Thea will be getting a Pt. 2. Just not right now.

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