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One:
“Oliver! Ollie oh my god you- What happened?”
“Nothing, just a- a mugger.”
“A mugger! Did you really ditch Mr. Diggle again? This is why you have security. I though five year on some island what make you a little less of a dumb fuck!”
“Alright, what? That’s a little intense.”
“A little intense? Are you kidding me right now?”
“No, what. Why are you here anyway?”
“The club, we need to talk about it. But, not that’s not the point.”
“Why not? Seems like an important conversation. “
“Oliver stop!”
“Stop what?”
“Pretending.”
“Pretending? About what?”
“God Oliver,” he said, falling onto Ollie’s desk chair. Oliver was perched on the edge of his bed.
“I’m fine, it’s fine. I don’t understand why you're fussing over this.”
“BECAUSE YOU DIED OLLIE!”
“I-”
A silence fell upon them.
“You died, and I had to deal with that, and it’s something I never want to have to deal with again.”
“Tommy, I know but it’s the world. The real world. And it’s not always going to be safe.”
“I know that, I know, but ditching your security, Ollie. Why? I just don’t understand it.”
“I-i can’t explain. You just need to trust me. I can take care of myself.”
“Last time I let you care for yourself, you died! You get that right. You get that I never want to let you out of my sight ever again because I’m scared.”
“I survived on an island for five years, I can handle Starling City. Trust me.”
“That doesn’t mean that if a bullet flies through your heart you won’t die!”
“Tom-”
“No. “Don’t, don’t do that.”
“I love you, everyday on the island I wanted to come back. To come back and say the thing I just said.”
“What do-”
“I love you, stupid. For real.”
“You mean-”
And they had a long overdue kiss. And some more.
“You really know how to divert a conversation,” Tommy said, into Oliver’s bare chest.
“It’s one of my strong suits,” he smiled.
Two:
“Hi Ollie,” he said, from a chair in the Arrowcave.
“Tommy! How did you get- how did you find!”
“Your excuses were getting pretty lame, and you know we both own this club.”
“Yeah but-”
“You’re the arrow.”
“I’m- yeah.”
“God Oliver, you are so shit a lying.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Mad? Are you joking? I’m so- everything. How the hell could you keep this from me? ME?”
“For your safety,” he replied calmly.
“My safety, what if I know your secret, I’m in danger. That’s not how the real world works. I don’t understand you.”
“I had to. My father,” Oliver stopped.
“What did your father say?”
“I have plans okay.”
“Beyond just, just murdering people.”
“Collateral damage, plus I only kill when necessary.”
“It was you. That day we got kidnapped.”
“Yes-”
“Why? You should have told me.”
“What, what so you can hate me from now on!”
“I could never hate you, it’s you.”
“But you hate the Vigilante.”
“But I trust Oliver Queen, or I did before you kept the biggest secret possible.”
“HOW DO YOU NOT SEE I WAS PROTECTING YOU!”
“Because why would me, one person knowing, change anything!”
“The people I am going after are dangerous and powerful, so if you are close to me you will be targeted. If you know, that will make you even closer.”
“You understand that that makes no sense.”
“Whatever, you know now.”
“Why don’t you trust me?”
“Tommy, that is just fake! You know that I trust you with everything in me. I trust you to see me!”
“You lied about your scars.”
“That was all true,” he said, putting his head in hands, “I only left out parts about me becoming the arrow. I- truly Tommy, I thought you were going to pieces together. From my story to the arrowhead rock to the timing of my return.”
“You were telling me,” he said, with realization.
“Yeah I tried.’
“You could have just told me.”
“Should have, yeah.”
“Oliver! I-”
“Why are you still upset?”
“Because because-” Tommy slammed the desk.
“Tommy, if you’re still worried about me getting hurt, clearly I can handle myself.”
“I know but- a knife will still kill. Playing fucking superhero will get you killed!”
“No, it doesn’t have to.”
“I can’t Oliver, I can’t. Why, please, I-” Tommy started crying.
“I can’t quit this. It’s too important.”
“No Oliver, your life is too important. It’s too important to me because I’m sure, I’m certain you're my last, and I’m not losing you.”
Oliver brought him into his arms, and kissed his head.
“I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I can’t, I don’t want you to go out every night and risk death.”
“Rules, we’ll make rules, whatever you want. To keep me safe and you happy.”
Tommy just held him tighter.
Three:
“When’s the last time you slept?” Tommy said, approaching their breakfast counter. He placed a kiss on Oliver’s cheek. Oliver was staring at his computer, working on mayoral plans.
“A while back.”
Tommy rolled his eyes knowingly. Yet another late night Arrow mission that ended with an all nighter.
“Oliver.”
“Tommy.”
“You need sleep to function as a human being.”
“No not really,” Oliver smiled, switching his attention to the other man, “Green arrow.”
“Ollie please, I hate you being tired because then you do stupid shit as the mayor and even dummer shit with a bow an arrow.”
“Since when do I do dumb shit?”
“We are talking about the same Oliver Queen right? The one who pissed on the police officer?”
“Oh please come on, not the childhood.”
“You were eighteen, Ollie,” Tommy smiled fondly.
“If we’re sharing embarrassing stories-”
“Shut up,” he said, digging his head into Ollie’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Tommy and then went back to looking at his computer screen.
“Hey, you avoided the point.”
“Yes, yes I did.”
“You don’t need to be in to work till 10 today. We have a great opportunity to get two hours of sleep here, babe, and it’s quite enticing.”
“You have a company to run.”
“I also have an Oliver Queen to tend after.”
Oliver scoffed, “I don’t need tending after.’
“Clearly,” he replied sarcastically, “Please for me. I know you're tired. Rule #3”
“Really now? You’re playing the rules card. I’m not even tired, T.”
“Come on, I’ve known your tired face since we were five.”
“Fine. Rules are rules.”
“Really?”
“Yes only if I’m little spoon.”
“Done deal!”
Tommy grabbed Oliver’s hand, and dragged him into their bedroom.
Four:
“The plan is to break into the Argus facility whilst the state of emergency has been turned on due to the prisoners being released. Of course, they will stay contained in their cell block just not the individual cell. From there we can get Bloodine out of there, and force him to give up all the information he’s been given on the new Argus protection.”
Tommy had entered the arrow cave moments before, unnoticed by Oliver.
“Hey,” he said, joining them in the center of the room.
“Hi,” Ollie whispered to him, giving him a kiss.
“Hi Tommy, what brings you down to our humble abode?” Felicity questioned.
“Just needed to drag Oliver home, remember we have the Merlyn Global Charity Gala tonight,” he only half made up.
“That’s on Thursday,” Oliver remembered.
“If you know when it is, why are you always so goddamn late for everything!” Tommy jokes, kinda.
Felicity and Diggle sensed the tension, “We have to- uh, go over there,” Diggle awkwardly covered.
“They did the thing, so started talking,” Oliver told Tommy.
“Fine, fine. I’m vetoing this mission for you.”
“This is a standard mission,” Oliver said with a sigh, “It’s not unsafe.”
“Yes dealing with a mass murder who has slipped through your fingers a number of times is not dangerous at all. And, who has beaten you in a fight previously.”
“Won’t happen again.”
“How are you so sure about that?”
“I am. I get it, you're scared, but this one is important. It’s the difference between the city blowing up and it now blowing up. We’re talking millions of lives here.”
“I know, I-”
“I’ll be careful.”
“Rule #1.” The sacred rule one, which Tommy, in four years of dating, has only used a single other time.
“Tommy you can’t. Not this one.”
“The rules are the rules.”
“Not this time, no. I- it’s too important.”
“Oliver, do you not remember that your missing being so important was the whole basis of creation of the rules!”
“Tommy, I can’t deal with this right now.”
“Can’t deal with-” Tommy turned his back on Oliver, “Yeah, you know what. Go and get your stupid ass killed. And do not think about stepping foot in our apartment if you take on the mission!”
Oliver was at a loss for words as his better half stopped off.
Later that evening Tommy made an important call.
“Hi Barry, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything, you know I owe you one.”
“Thanks. There’s this mission that Ollie’s idiotically going on. It’s bloodline-”
“The one he lost a while back.”
“Yeah.”
“Give me the details. I’ll watch out for all of them.”
“Ok, so-”
Tommy described the mission and sent him the plan he’d downloaded on his phone with some Merlyn Global tech he indefinitely borrowed.
As soon as he got word that they’d returned, he made his way to the Arrowcave.
“Thank you Barry,” he said, giving the other a hug.
“Anytime, good thing I was there too. Bloodline nearly bombed the place secretly, and would have killed anyone in the building. The guy’s smart,” he said, only slightly gravely.
Oliver was standing there looking guilty. As soon as Tommy heard that, he launched himself into Ollie’s arms.
“God you idiot, you almost died. Stupid. God, I love you, please listen to me next time.”
“I’m sorry, I’m-”
“It’s okay. I got you. You might be the green arrow and all, but you're still my boy first.”
Oliver just smiled.
Five:
Tommy curled into Oliver’s side, and said,” You are not going back to that island, not without me.”
“I don’t want to take you there.”
“Why?”
“It’s horrible and the worst memories of my life exist there-”
“You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then listen when I say, I know you. I know many of those memories, and if there are worse terrors it will not change how I see you. It will not change how much I love you.”
“It will though. Some of the things I had to do and some of the things that were done to me, they are truly awful.”
“I can swear to you it will not. And we can talk. I can tell you how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking. It’s this great thing called communication.”
“Shut up.”
“Ok. Fine, only if you take me on the island.”
“Tell me why you want to come so bad.”
“You're so oblivious sometimes, it's adorable.”
“Nothing about me says adorable Thomas.”
“Thomas huh? Everything about you is adorable. Have you seen your face when you're happy, it’s the cutest thing in the world.”
“Whatever you say. You’re such a sap.”
“I am. And the reason I want to go is because of what you said. The worst memories of your life exist there.”
“Yes and?”
“It will be, if not close to, physiological torture returning there. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a tad protective of you.”
Ollie rolled his eyes, “Of course I’ve noticed. I also know that I’m fairly mentally strong at this point.”
“That doesn’t mean you don’t need a reminder that you no longer exist in those memories. A reminder that you live here. That you have a team that loves you and a boyfriend who loves you even more. And we live together in a wonderful apartment, and have some, might I say, wonderful sex and-”
Oliver laughed, “I get your point, thanks, love.”
“So?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah I can come or yeah we have great sex.”
With a smile on his face he said, “Yes you can come. Might need a refresher on the second part, though.”
“Do you, now? I think that can be arranged.”
They both started laughing, and then kissing.
“Thanks,” Oliver whispered moments later.
“Anytime, you’re my boy after all.”
+1:
He let him go. Well, no, he didn’t. He didn’t know, no one told him. Oliver didn’t tell him. What kind of stupid motherfucker goes and fights Ra’s al Ghul and doesn’t tell his fiance.”
He crashed into his father’s home, “MALCOM!”
Malcolm seemed to be praying in his sparring room.
“Hello son, it seems as though you’ve started using my name once more. What have I done this time?”
“YOU LET OLIVER GO AND FIGHT RA’S AL GHUL.”
“One does not ‘let’ Oliver Queen do anything. You of all people should know that.”
“Stop with the cryptics, this is my fucking fiance we’re talking about.”
“It was his choice.”
“It was- I? Please just, is he alive?”
“Likely no. These battles are to the death and Ra’s al Ghul-”
“I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m asking for proof. His body, a sword, blood.”
“I know a place that could tell you that information, I shall go. I mean no harm to you, son.”
“No harm, no harm,” Tommy chuckled.
“Come, I’m having tea, then I shall leave.”
“Tea? Tea? Do you not remember when mum died? No course not, you are an apathetic killer. My fiance is, is missing and you want me to have tea with you. God, you really are a joke.”
“I am doing you a favor here, Tommy.”
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”
“Do you really believe that? Or are you blaming me because you blame yourself. I-”
Tommy was walking about before Malcom could end his sentence.
When Malcom returned with the sword, Tommy fell to his knees, tears filling his eyes.
“It’s not Oliver blood, we don’t know yet-” Felicity attempted, already swabbing the sword.
“And how do we know this is not fake?” Diggle questioned.
“Because it is the family we are talking about. I do not take matters concerning family lightly.”
“Thank you Malcom, you may leave now,” Tommy whispered, barely audible to the room.
Malcolm dramatically exited, and Tommy was left waiting.
“Felicity,” he managed weakly.
There was a beep, a moment of absolute silence, and then a broken voice, “it’s his.”
How do you cancel a wedding venue, how do you sleep in a bed alone, how do you cook an omelette. These were all questions that he never needed to answer. But he did. It all changed.
He constantly blamed himself for not knowing and not stopping his boy. Each night he laid awake drifting between awake and lightly asleep. He wanted his Oliver. He wanted his boy to hold him tight and never let go.
“Hey,” a voice said, a voice that sounded eerily familiar.
“Shut up, shut up,” Tommy said, crying. He couldn’t hear that voice in his head.
“Hey, it’s me, it’s me Tommy I promise.”
“Oliver?” Then he was crying all over again, but this time he was crying into Oliver.
“Don’t d-d-do that again.”
Oliver was crying too, “I swear, I swear I won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”