"Wanna go see Miss Laurel?" Papa told me as he was getting ready to go out. I perked up a little bit. I still didn't get Ice cream. "I'll get you some ice cream?"

I then nodded excitedly. I got up off the bay window where I was playing with a few dolls Mister Walter gave me. I went to the nightstand and opened the first drawer to see my very few piles of clothes. I put on a shirt and pants with help from Papa. Papa also had to help me put my boots on.

We stopped at the store to buy ice cream. I couldn't get over the fact that there were so many different flavors.

We knocked on the door, I could hear music coming from Miss Laurel's apartment. I was holding the ice cream in a brown bag. Papa was looking down at me as I was looking at the ice cream. When Miss Laurel opened the door, she looked mad.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Pappa asked her as he looked up. "there are two cop cars outside."

"How am I supposed to stay away from you, if you won't stay away from me?" Miss Laurel told Papa. She looked down and saw me, a smile now on her face. "What are you doing here, Olle? Hi, Lizzie."

"My sister took... She pointed out to me that I have been distant since I got back and that... it would probably be a good idea if we let somebody in," Papa told her. I handed Papa the ice cream bag and walked up to Miss Laurel and gave her a signal that I wanted up. She smiled and picked me up.

"So, you thought you'd start with the first person you push away," Miss Laurel told him after she picked me up.

"I did that to protect you," Papa told her and I rolled my eyes, but nobody noticed. "And then I saw you yesterday and I realized that I hurt you."

Miss Laurel sighed and opened the door further to let him in. Papa slowly walked in and told her thank you as he walked to the living room. Miss Laurel looked at me then at Papa. Miss Laurel closed the door and followed Papa.

"Wow. This place hasn't changed in five years," Papa pointed out as he looked around. I was looking around in awe, I've never been in here.

"I haven't really had the time to redecorate," Miss Laurel said a little sassily as she walked over to the couch and put me down.

"I'm a jerk," Papa said as he stood in the doorway from the entrance and the living room. I giggle at how pointedly he said it. "Before the island, I was jerk... and now I'm just a... I'm a damaged jerk," Papa told her truthfully. I looked down at my hands, wondering if I was damaged. Or if I was ever not damaged.

"What's in the bag?" Miss Laurel asked, her arms crossed, anger written all over her.

"I thought about many things on the island, but there was one thing that I thought about every day," Papa told her as he was opening the bag. I looked up and saw him taking out the ice cream. I clapped my hands. "I actually dreamed about it and I promised myself, and Lizzie. That if I ever do it again... I'd do it with you." Papa pulled out the ice cream, and I grew more excited. A small smile appeared on Miss Laurel's face. "Eat ice cream."

"This is as good as I remember," Papa said as he looked up to Miss Laurel. Papa handed me the ice cream and I smiled like a crazy person at it. I was sitting on Papa's lap as he sat on the floor and Miss Laurel was on the couch. "My mother wants me to join the company," Papa told her, I still didn't fully understand what that meant, but Miss Laurel seemed to get it because she looked up in a little annoyance. "Yeah. Take my rightful place."

"I can't exactly picture you as master of the universe," Miss Laurel joked. Papa looked to me; I wasn't really paying attention to them as I was trying to wat the mint ice cream.

"You know... after five years... I have plans," Papa told Miss Laurel. I knew what the plans were. I didn't fully understand why, but at the same time, I did. "I have things that I have to do. I can't do that if I'm..." Papa tried to find the words to say. "I don't know, attending board meetings and stockholder briefings."

"Oliver... You're an adult, with a child. You can say no," Miss Laurel told him. I slowly started to fall asleep on Papa's lap.

3d Person POV

Lizzie fell asleep as the two adults were talking.

"Oh, I tried," Papa told her as he nodded along with himself. "Didn't take."

"Well, then... don't tell her," Laurel told him. Oliver noticed that his daughter was asleep on his lap. "Show her. Be the person that, you want her to see you as. Trust me. I have plenty of experience with disapproving parents."

"I have been on the receiving end of your father's disapproval," Oliver told her.

"He blames himself more than he blames you," Laurel told him. "He thinks that you know, maybe if he and Sarah were closer, she would have told him about the boat trip. And he could have stopped her from going with you."

"I am so sorry.

Little time skip to a little before they were attacked 

"You know, Lizzie, she doesn't trust people easily. But she went to you," Oliver told Laurel. Laurel looked surprised and taken aback a little bit. "From being on the island, I always tried to keep her away from whatever danger there was. And from keeping her away. And seeing me hurt, she doesn't leave my side, ever."

"Who were her parents?" Laurel asked after a moment of nodding.

"Leo and Crystal Lawson. They were on the boat. I still haven't fully adopted her. I'm in the process, but it takes months," Oliver told her.

"Well, you will-" Laurel started but Oliver heard something.

"Did you hear that?" Oliver asks as he saw Lizzie start to get up from the very faint noise.

"What?" Laurel asks as she heard nothing. Lizzie got up and Oliver followed suit. Oliver slowly grabbed the kitchen knife as he had Lizzie behind him, not really wanting to fight but ready if needed.

"There's someone in the fire escape," Oliver said as he walks over to the opposite direction from the fire escape was.

"W-what?" Laurel was confused.

"Hey, come on," Oliver said while grabbing Laurels' hand and urging her to get up.

"C-come on," Lizzie told her as she was next to her father, Laurel getting dragged along to try and leave from the front door. But as they came near the door, it was broken down.

They went another direction and Oliver pushed the two girls in front of him, trying to avoid the man with a gun who broke down the door. The man was shooting at them but missing. They were running to the window when someone jumped in and shattered the whole thing. The man who came into the window was now shooting at them as well. Oliver and Lizzie were franticly looking around for an exit.

I woman with white hair and bangs came in with a fighting stance. Oliver and Lizzie recognized her. The three of them froze. A man who reloaded their gun was about to shoot and the three ducted as they turned to the sound but he was shot first from behind.

John Diggle came out with a gun in hand, hooting the other man. The woman with white hair attacked Dig and knocked the gun out of his hand. Oliver and Laurel watched as Lizzie looked around for something to help Dig. For a little bit Dig was holding himself on his own but was getting beat.

Lizzie and Oliver went over to where they could see the two clearer. The white-haired woman had the lead and was about to stab him when Lizzie grabbed the knife which Oliver was about to throw, and then threw it at the woman's hand, knocking the knife out of her hand. The woman was surprised as she quickly got up and ran out. Laurel running to Oliver and Lizzie and Oliver wrapped both of them in a hug, Laurel gasping in fear of what just happened.

"Are you hurt?" Dig yelled at the three of them as he got up and looked around.

"No," Oliver answered, a little too quiet.

"Are you hurt, Mr. And Ms. Queen?" Dig asked again.

"No! No," Oliver replied louder.

"This is why it's a good idea to have a bodyguard," Dig told him while coming up to us, hearing sirens in the distance.

"Hey, are you both okay?" Oliver pulled away from Laurel looking her in the eye and moved some hair away from her face with one hand the other picked Lizzie up and giving her a hug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So sorry for not updating!! I've been busy. 

But I have found a posting pattern or whatever its called. I will be posting every Wednesday, and since I have no school till May. I will be able to have a regular posting pattern as best I can.

Have a good day or night or afternoon or whatever and please tell me what you think.