A/N: So this is a continuation of the Cannarow fic 'First Date' by ChangingDestiny40. I would to thank him for willing to be so patient while I wrote this story! I hope that it was worth the wait!

"Queen." Quienten Lance said by way of greeting when he opened the door and saw the young man standing there.

"Detective Lance. I-"

"If you're looking for Sara, she's not here. She's out with Laurel." He said, and Oliver nodded.

"I know that sir. I was actually hoping to talk to you." He replied, and Quinten sighed before motioning for the younger man to follow him inside.

"Is there something I can help you with? Cause it's my day off and-"

"Thank you Mr. Lance." Oliver said, cutting Quienten off.

"Thank you for letting me take Sara out the other night. I know that you don't think I'm good enough for her, and after what happened with Laurel-"

"You mean how you cheated on her with whatever girl in a skirt came your way." The SCPD Detective interjected, and Oliver winced.

"Yes Detective. I treated her horribly. If someone did that to Thea, I'd kill them." He said, his voice going so dark that Quienten Lance had no trouble believing that the young man in front of him would follow through on his threat.

"But the other night with Sara...I was happier than I've ever been. And I know that she is more than I could ever deserve, and I know that I have given you no reason to trust me, but I want to take her out again. If you'll allow me to."

For a long moment, there was silence. Quienten Lance found himself in a quandary. On one hand, he wanted to tell Oliver Queen to get out of his house and never come back. On the other hand, he couldn't deny that his respect for the Queen scion had risen in the last few minutes. For the younger man to come and ask his permission to date Sara showed that he was serious about actually wanting to date her as opposed to just sleeping with her. At least, Quienten hoped it did. And Sara had come home happier than he had seen her in a long time, which scored Queen a few points in the Detective's book. After a long moment, he came to a decision.

"Come with me." He said, walking towards the back of the house, Oliver following behind. A moment later they came to a small room Quienten opened with a key in his pocket. Oliver instantly felt his palms begin to sweat. This was the one room in the house that he and Tommy had never been allowed in as children. Even Sara and Laurel hadn't been allowed in as far as he knew. He shook himself as he remembered Tommy joking that this room was where Detective Lance locked up the real lunatics. The scum that were too dangerous to be kept in a regular prison. Oliver had told his friend that he was crazy. It looked like he was about to find out.

The two walked into the room and Quienten hit the light switch. Tommy had been wrong. There was no one in the room except for Oliver and Detective Lance. However, there were several guns on the wall. Five or six pistols, and a couple of rifles with what Oliver presumed was ammo in a cabinet on the far wall. And that was only half the room. The other half was a series of paper targets hanging on the walls.

"You ever see someone get shot Queen?" He asked, and Oliver shook his head.

"Only in the movies."

"Well I have seen it. And it hurts like hell. Break Sara's heart, and you'll learn that lesson firsthand. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now-"

"Can you teach me?"

"What?" Quienten asked.

"Can you teach me to shoot? I'm old enough that I can get my permit, and -"

"And a gun is not a toy!"

"No. It's a tool that I can use to ensure that Sara is safe. Please Detective. Help me keep her safe."

"You're Oliver Queen. You can hire private security."

"I can. But I won't. Sara's with me. Her safety is my responsibility."

The Detective walked over to the wall and picked up a Baretta 92F.

"Rule number one. Always assume a weapon is loaded, and the safety is off. Rule number two. Never point a gun at anything unless you intend to shoot it."

"What's rule three?"

"Don't miss."

Two hours later Quienten Lance was shaking his head in complete and utter shock. Oliver had shot more than two hundred rounds, and nearly all of them were in the heart or right between the eyes of the target. The only exceptions were the first ten rounds. The young man had been afraid of the gun, and as such, he had flinched in anticipation of the sound which caused the gun to jump upwards. However, when he had relaxed and exhaled before pulling the trigger, it had been like a whole different man was firing the gun. There was no hesitation, no fear. Just a man accomplishing his objective.

"Oliver." Quienten said, using the younger man's given name for the first time since he had entered the Detective's home.

"I know veteran cops who can't shoot that accurately. How did you?"

"Sara. I pictured that the target was some scum going after her. After that it was easy."

The way Oliver said it told Quienten that the billionaire was being honest. It was a calm, quiet conviction that told Quienten Lance more than any boasting ever could have. Anyone who tried to harm his daughter while Oliver Queen was present would die.

"Detective...I was actually going to take Sara out for dinner when she got back from her trip with Laurel." Oliver said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"That's fine. Where were you planning on going?" He asked, the Detective taking note of the smile on Oliver's face when he had received permission to court the Detective's daughter. Maybe Queen would treat Sara right after all. If he didn't, he would learn that Quienten was an extremely proficient marksman.

"Russo's. They're doing karaoke. I thought Sara might enjoy it."

"You planning on wearing a suit?" He asked, and Oliver hesitated.

"Is this a test? I was planning on dressing my best for Sara." He replied, and Quienten laughed.

"I would hope so, and no this isn't a test. I want you to wear a jacket so that you can keep this concealed." He told the younger man, handing Oliver the weapon he had spent the last two hours learning to use.

"Detective, I don't have my permit, and this isn't my gun." He said, and Quienten nodded.

"I know that. We'll get you your permit and gun tomorrow. But Russo's is in the Glades, and with the recent increase in violent crime in that part of town, I want to know that you have the means to keep my daughter safe."

"She'll be safe with me. I give you my word."

Quienten Lance just nodded, wondering if hell had frozen over. He had thought it would be a cold day in hell before he trusted the word of Oliver Queen.

The two men walked back out to the living room just in time to hear the front door open.

"NO Sara! I won't allow it!" Laurel yelled, the anger in her voice making Quienten and Oliver exchange a worried glance.

"You don't get to allow me to do anything! Last time I checked, you were my sister, not my mother!" Sara yelled back just as loudly.

"I'm just trying to protect you! You don't know him like I do! Oliver Queen is a good for nothing, cheating bas-"

"Or maybe you don't know him like I do! For goodness sake Laurel, you all but told him you were moving in together without bothering to stop and see if that's what he wanted!"

"And we all know he only wants one thing from you." Laurel shot back, making Sara freeze.

"That's a lie Laurel. And the fact that you could even think that tells me that I made the right decision by breaking up with you." Oliver said, making his presence known. There was no way he would let Laurel say such a horrible thing to Sara.

"Ollie?" Sara asked, and Oliver smiled, feeling the tension begin to leave his body.

"Hi Sara. I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner tonight?"

"I'd love to." She replied, walking over and kissing him.

"Dad, you can't honestly be okay with-"

"The only thing I'm not okay with is your attitude Laurel, which we will be talking about with your mother when she gets home. For your information, Oliver came to ask my permission to take Sara out tonight, and I said yes. What time are you picking her up Oliver?"

"Does 6:30 work for you Sara?" He asked, and she nodded.

"6:30 it is then. I was thinking we would go to Russo's, if that's okay with you?"

"Sounds perfect. Now leave so I can change into something nice."

"Yes dear." He quipped, making Quentin laugh at the interaction between the two.

Oliver bid goodbye to Laurel and Quentin before heading out his car, resisting the urge to jump for joy. Detective Lance had given him permission to court Sara. Did people even use the word court anymore? Oh who cared? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had gotten a second date with Sara Lance.

A/N: So there is chapter 1! Thanks to my best friend AvalonXNaruto for beta'ing this fanfic. I hope to post chapter two sometime this weekend, but no promises as my ability to post depends on my work schedule. Please read and review and be on the lookout for chapter two!