Quentin Lance is the last one remaining beside Laurel's grave. The tears flow freely down onto the freshly compacted Earth. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
He turns and leaves, each step a heavy burden. Donna Is waiting for him in the car. She places her hand on his shoulder and he smiles at her. It's an empty smile; one that feels obligatory despite whatever emotion he may be feeling. They leave the graveyard in silence.
The weeks pass by and his relationship with Donna is getting better. They're closer now and they grieve together. They get married a month later. It's a Saturday and Donna has set up a dinner date with Felicity. It's nothing fancy, but Lance dresses up for the first time since the death of his daughter. Perhaps his family is cursed. He thinks of Sara. He never thought he'd lose both his daughters.
Felicity talks nonstop. She's taking about nanotechnology one second, then the next she's talking about her partner Curtis and his husband, you'd never know he's married to a guy named Paul, who was also her physical therapist since she doesn't mention it every episode (he meant every time they talk).
She's lively, that's for sure and he enjoys it. She has a spark in her that he's jealous of. He can't believe Oliver Queen threw that all away, but then again he did cheat on Laurel. His heart sinks at the thought.
Donna gets up to use the ladies room, he smirks at that. She's always fussing with her make up. Felicity takes a swig of water, they stare at each in uncomfortable silence
"Felicity'" he says.
"Yes, Captain Lance?"
"I'm not a captain anymore," he smiles.
"Yes, of course. So sorry," she says in her blubbering manner.
"I wanted to say having you for a step daughter...it's like having Laurel back" he says.
Felicity sits there stunned. "I don't know what to say," she says.
Donna joins them at the table. "So what did I miss?" She eyes them both playfully. She wants nothing more than to have a happy family.
They say their goodbyes. Lance leaves with Donna and Felicity goes back to her billion dollar apartment.
Hours pass and now it's close to midnight. Lance is standing outside Felicity's door. He knocks twice and is about to knock a third time when the door opens. Felicity stands there dressed in her PJs, her blond hair down to her shoulders. Even as drunk as he is, Lance can feel a bullet in his chamber and it's about to fire.
"Is everything ok?" She asks standing aside and motions for him to enter.
Lance does and he's sobbing. Felicity takes his head in hers, stares into his eyes and says, "It'll be ok, I'm here."
They stare longingly into each other's eyes. It's all too much for Lance. He leans in and kisses her. Felicity's lips part and their tongues meet and entwine. Felicity's body erupts with goose flesh.
Lance picks her up, she straddles him and he leads her to the couch by the fire place. Felicity is out of her PJs and his nightstick is out and in full force. It's glides in without much effort. Felicity arches her back nearly bending over backwards with desire. She works the nightstick, she knows her way around it like she does a computer. He guesses that it's just like plugging in a USB drive, he lets out a little laugh. Look at him talking that techno jumbo jumbo.
Lance nibbles at the Smoak Stakes and boy are they working overtime tonight. They are tall and puffing eagerly. Felicity smirks down at him. I bet Oliver never was able to satisfy her like this, he thinks. He rubs his thumb and index finger over the tip of her Stacks and pinches. She lets out a cry of pleasure that only extends his already extended nightstick.
"Hold on, Felicity. I brought something for us to try. For old time's sake." Lance picks up a jar of crunchy peanut butter from his jacket that's laying on the floor.
Felicity's eyes widen in delight.
Lance undos the lid, scoops up some crunchy peanut butter with his fingers and smears it across his nightstick.
Felicity must be ravenous because she's hoarding it all.
Felicity continues working on Lance's nightstick, it's big and solid and with each thrust it's close to shattering. Felicity's nails dig into Lance's back.
"Daddy," she moans.
She didn't call him step-dad; she called him daddy. Lance looses control and thrusts his nightstick deep into her computer terminal. Felicity cries out and Lance is crying, his eyes raw with emotion.
Felicity smiles down at Lance, but her smiles wanes and is replaced by a look of fear.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" asks Lance.
"I...I can't feel my legs," she says.
Lance picks her up and places her on her two feet and she collapses; her legs unable to support her. She crashes into the glass table, and lands near the spot where Thea died.
"Felicity!" Lance screams and he is kneeling beside her.
"Should I call Oliver?" Why would he call her ex? He didn't know. It felt like the right thing to say.
"No," she says. "I just want you here with me."
Lance runs his hands through her hair stroking it gently.
"Stay with me, Felicity. Please," he says in between tears. He holds her in his lap. "I love you."
Felicity's face lights up, "You're the father I never had," she says with a smile that could light up the whole world. And like that she is gone, the life slips away from her and she lays motionless in his arms.
A piece of peanut must have dislodged her spinal implant somehow. "Damnit, I knew I should have bought creamy."
He looks into her cold eyes. It seems in your lust you killed her, he thinks. "But she was alive. I...I couldn't have," he screams to the empty room. He knows no one is there but that voice is loud in his head.
"Noooooooo!" He screams.
Lance runs his hands over her eyes, closing them. He remains there for hours, Felicity's dead body held tightly in his grip.
Five hours later Donna enters the room to find Lance holding her daughter. She calls his name. No response. She panics and races over to them. That's when it hits her: her husband is dead. There's a bottle of Bayer aspirin by his side, but it must had been too late. Her husband died of a heart attack, but Donna knew he had died of a broken heart.
The End.