Note: Inspired by Revenant-Commanders "A Selective Gathering" and Naitch03 "Past is Prologue"

Episodes covered: Season 1 to Season 3, "The Offer"

Episode Transcripts: Thank you to Naitch03 who is kindly letting me borrow what they've already transcripted.

Prologue

Thea had been arrested again, and Moira felt all but to the end of her rope with her youngest. She had tried and tried again to make her daughter understand that this streak of behavior was not ideal; however, it didn't seem to stop Thea from going out every other night and finding some new law to break. This time it had been drunken disorderly, which for Moira and Walter, was easy enough to disappear with a few extra dollars to the next police banquet.

Rubbing her weary eyes, Moira watched Thea stalk away from the cop and up towards her room. The entire time the youngest Queen threw glaring daggers at her parents. She gave them a small cheeky grin before disappearing from sight, and Walter patted Moira on the shoulder encouragingly.

"I'll go… speak with her," Walter attempted, but Moira simply shook her head.

"Leave her," she sighed before turning back to the officer. "Thank you. It won't happen again."

The eye roll from the officer told the two parents exactly what they already knew: it'd probably happen again tomorrow. Closing the door, Moira waved off Walter and headed to the living room. She had been trying so hard, but since the loss of Robert…

Picking up a picture, she gave it a longing glance at both her late husband and dead son. She wished deeply that she could have changed that night, stopped Malcolm all those years ago, but it was too late. She couldn't change the past; all she could do now was protect her only daughter.

Across town alone in his penthouse, Malcolm Merlyn leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. The Undertaking was well on its way to completion, and there was little in his way now. Every soldier had fallen in line perfectly, and within a few months to a year, his vision would be complete. His wife's murder finally avenged. All of those scum that had taken her life and her from him would pay dearly.

Taking a sip of some scotch, Malcolm didn't bother to hide the smirk from his face. There was nothing in his way now; his plans would not be stopped.

Tommy sat in bed with another unnamed and unknown girl. She was fast asleep next to him, but he found at every turn sleep just evaded him. He wasn't sure why, but lately whenever he went out, he found himself less and less interested in the girls at the bars or clubs. Tonight had been a fluke in his long dry streak, and even now, he was beginning to regret bringing her here. If it wasn't his own apartment, he would have slipped out quietly already.

The young billionaire could have fooled himself into thinking that the loss of his best friend had drove him to this, but that would have been a lie. He wanted it to be truth since the actuality of the reason was so much worse. He felt lucky his friend wasn't here to see him pining over Laurel; he couldn't be sure what Oliver would have thought, but it wouldn't have been anything good. Of that, Tommy felt certain.

Said Laurel was knee deep in her casework, cellphone pressed to her ear. Her father was talking in her ear about going out to dinner, and she felt terrible for putting him off again. However, this case wasn't just going to fix itself; if she wanted justice for this client, she would have to work hard to get it. She could hear her father's concern in his voice that she was again working too hard, but she brushed it off with a few easy words and a promise to cook for him that weekend. It was the least she could do at this point

Halfway around the world, Slade Wilson was busy preparing himself. He had kept an eye on the kid ever since he discovered Oliver had survived the Amazo. He had been waiting, patiently, for his opportunity to strike, and with the kid back on the island, he couldn't think of a better time. He had the plan all in place; he wouldn't kill Oliver, no not right away. He'd take the kid back to Starling then force Oliver to watch as he sliced piece by piece off of his family, friends, and once lover. Soon, his promise would be fulfilled.

Every single one of Oliver's friends and family were doing their own thing, making their own plans, until it all stopped. Time itself froze for the briefest of seconds, and one moment Moira, Malcolm, Thea, Tommy, Laurel, Quentin, and Slade were in their own respective homes, the next they each found themselves on some sort of pad surrounded by not only each other but numerous machines.

The trip had been jolting to say the last, and only Slade and Malcolm managed to stay upright. Each casted a suspicious glance to the other, and it went without saying that both were rigid and ready to attack if the other did. Holding his composure, Malcolm eased Moira back to her feet; his eyes never leaving Slade as he did so.

"Where are were?" Thea asked, her voice a near whisper. Unlike Malcolm, her gaze was not enraptured by the unknown man, but by the three people in front of her. One was dressed head to toe in red with a lightning bolt, another dressed in black with a blue bird stretched across his chest, and finally, the last was half-man half-cyborg. Each of them were smiling, but she couldn't help but feel a tad put off.

"And what's up with them?" Tommy asked now noticing who Thea was staring at. Last he checked, it wasn't Halloween.

"We apologize for the abruptness of the travel, but there is real no easy way to do it," Cyborg calmly explained.

"Its smoother then when I did it," Barry muttered before being elbowed by Nightwing. "Right, yes, hi."

Malcolm kept his thoughts to himself, but he watched the three heroes with the same cautiousness that he had just watched Slade with. He didn't know these people, and based on the looks they were giving him, they were none-the-all too happy to see him either. He couldn't be sure what he had done, thus he kept his guard up and edged closer to Tommy.

"Look here, kidnapping a cop…" Quentin began growling but trailed off when he looked out the window and saw nothing but the vastness of space. Next to him, Laurel gripped his arm in a steel-like lock.

"I told you we should have sent them into a room with no windows," Barry sighed realizing if they weren't freaking out before, they sure as hell were now.

Nightwing stepped forward before this dived out of control and whistled bringing all attention onto himself. "We know this is a shock, but we brought you into the future."

"You what?" Laurel gasped.

"Breath," he encouraged. He didn't approach any further than a few feet; he wasn't foolish enough to think that the Dark Archer was anything but helpless ever. "We brought you here to hear a story, something each of you need to see to understand."

"What story?" Tommy asked, his face pale at the implications he was now seeing and hearing. This was the future, apparently their future, and he wasn't sure he could wrap his mind around it just yet.

"Why?" Slade asked instead, and that seemed to be the question the heroes were waiting for. They each turned to Wilson and regarded him coldly before answering.

"So you can help us change it," Cyborg explained.

Hidden in the balcony above, amongst the shadows, stood Roy Harper and his wife Thea. They both regarded the group with an inkling of sadness, more so with Thea. He clasped her hand in his, and kept her grounded while their friends described what they would be seeing without giving too much away.

"We could go introduce ourselves," Roy suggested, pulling down the green hood covering his face. Age and stress lined his face; he was getting too old for this. Next to him, Thea kept her red and black one pulled up, masking her face and emotions.

"No," she said quietly. "They need to see this without us as any more of a distraction. If we go down there now, they will think this is about us, and it's not."

"So you're going to let them get the surprise of their lives when they watch the first memory and discover this is all about your brother." Roy had learned long ago not to mention Oliver's name anymore; it brought back too many hurtful memories for Thea. She had tried to let go of it for so long, but once she realized she couldn't, she had convinced Roy that this was the only option left.

"I'll talk to them when I'm ready," Thea growled cutting off any further arguments from Roy. "Does Laurel know yet that they are here?"

"No, I was able to get her state side before this started," Roy nodded. He looked back down at the group once more as they were being led to the viewing room. "If this works Thea, we can save them both..."

"I know," she whispered, bow gripped tightly as she fought to control her emotions. "If this works, we can save all of them." She looked up at her husband with a sad smile… her mother, tommy, sara… and her brother. If they pulled this off, everything that had happened since could be avoided, and maybe finally, she could let go of her guilt.

Earth-side hidden in the desert stood Nanda Parbet. Inside the sanctuary, a lone assassin kneeled and relayed the rumors and stories he had been hearing about the Justice League. "There was a confirmed temporal shift, Master. Whatever the League is doing, they have begun." Glancing up Maseo met his master's eyes. "What is it you wish for me to do?"

"We wait," was the only reply. "I am curious to see how far Thea Queen is willing to take this experiment, so for now stand down and await my orders. Do find Nyssa though."

"You think she will stop them?" Maseo asked as he moved to stand.

"No, I think she will help them… to save Sara." Leaning back, Oliver Queen, now Ra's Al Ghul, frowned as he considered his once sister's plan; it was foolish of her to try and change the past. For now, he'd let her try, but if things went too far, he would intercede without question. He hadn't spent years under the ex-Ra's Al Ghul, being torn apart and sewn anew for things to simply get worse because his once-blood couldn't accept what he had done… for her… and now for everyone else. He might not be the Arrow but in his own mind, he was still helping to save the world… even if Thea didn't see it that way.

Full Summary: In the near distant future, Thea Queen has exhausted all possibilities and has come to the final conclusion that the only way to save her brother is to change the past. Bringing Malcolm, Moira, Slade, Tommy, Laurel, Quentin, and her younger self from a few months prior to Oliver's rescue to the future, Thea hopes she can fix her mistakes, save an old friend's life, and protect her brother's soul.

Unbeknownst to her and the Justice League, Oliver is not a fool and knows exactly what his sister is planning. As the new Ra's Al Ghul, Oliver will do everything in his power to now stop his once family.

Warnings: Currently a high T for violence, and a quick heads up. Oliver in this future is not the Oliver we all love from the show. He has spent years under the old Ra's Al Ghul being broken of his old ways and retrained. I won't go as far to say he's evil, but his restraint has all but dissipated.

Note: No I have not given up Valkyrie, but as I stated, the new season has thrown off my story line. I figured writing this was better than leaving no update to anything whatsoever.