Pairings/Characters: Tommy Merlyn/Oliver Queen, Tommy Merlyn/Felicity Smoak/Oliver Queen - Tommy Merlyn, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, Malcolm Merlyn, Moira Queen
Summary: Oliver and Tommy work through their issues and come to a realization about each other, with Felicity's help. Tommy's POV.
Timeline: Starts during episode 1x19 (Unfinished Business) and re-writes the rest of the season.
Word Count: 45,000 total / ~5,900 this chapter
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them (and some of their words) from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Betas: Big huge thank you to angelskuuipo for being the best sounding board and hand holder I could ask for. You really helped me when I was struggling with re-writing some of these chapters and this story wouldn't be what it is without your help. Thanks also to apckrfan for lending a second set of eyes.
Author's Note 1: Title from the song "The Feeling" by Justin Bieber (featuring Halsey).
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Author's Note: Takes place during 1x21 (The Undertaking). Some dialogue borrowed from episode.
Tommy descended the steps into Oliver's lair. Not the club's basement, but the Hood's lair. His boyfriend's lair?
He was surprised that Felicity wasn't at the computers when he reached them, and followed his ears to where Oliver was beating up a training dummy. Shirtless, once again. He stood there for a moment to appreciate the way Oliver's muscles rippled and flexed as he repeated the same forms over and over again against the dummy.
Oliver suddenly took a step back and turned to face Tommy, a light sheen of sweat covering his face and torso.
"Some people would consider it rude to stare," he pointed out, trying to keep a straight face.
"Some people deserve to be stared at," Tommy countered, licking his lips.
Oliver moved into Tommy's personal space. "Good answer," he said before dropping a kiss to his lips.
"Where's Felicity?" Tommy asked, hands itching to touch all of the bare flesh before him.
"Probably shopping. She needed a dress to infiltrate an underground casino tonight," Oliver said.
"She's going to do what?" Tommy exclaimed. He shook his head. "We'll come back to that. Come here." He pulled Oliver back into a more passionate kiss. Oliver hummed in pleasure as he granted access to Tommy's insistent tongue. Tommy's hands grasped Oliver's hips before sliding up his back. His fingertips lightly traced every scar they encountered.
Oliver broke the kiss, turning away from Tommy.
"What's wrong?" Tommy asked, panting for breath.
Oliver shuddered as he pulled on a t-shirt. "I'm just not used to being touched like that."
"Intimately? Gently? By a man? Shirtless?" Tommy pressed.
"Yes. All of it," Oliver snapped. "It's not that I don't want you to touch me," Oliver promised, softer, "I just… just give me some time to get used to it."
"Would it make you feel better if I took my shirt off too?" Tommy offered.
"Some other time, yes," Oliver agreed, resting a hand against Tommy's neck. "But we have a mission to prep for, and I don't want to start anything we can't finish."
"That sounds like an excellent point," Tommy agreed. He took a step back, hoping some physical distance would help to slake his lust. "So what was that you said about Felicity infiltrating an underground casino? I thought she didn't go out in the field."
Oliver grimaced. "She usually doesn't, but she insisted. With Digg not speaking to me, it's just the two of us, and I certainly can't go in there as myself."
"Neither could I," Tommy added.
Oliver nodded. "She claims she can count cards; that she knows her way around a casino. It was pretty hard to say no when she was so determined."
"Why this casino? Why now?" Tommy asked.
"We're pretty sure the guy running it arranged for Walter to be kidnapped."
Tommy sucked in a harsh breath. After a beat he asked, "How can I help?"
"No, don't tell me it's too dangerous," Tommy said, cutting Oliver off. He settled a hand on Oliver's hip. "I don't need to go with you to the casino. Just, let me help."
Their eyes met in a heated battle of wills before Oliver dipped his head in defeat. "Okay, you can help. I don't know how yet, but you can try."
"He can watch the cameras," Felicity suggested, surprising both men, causing them to hastily step away from each other. "Did I interrupt something?" she asked, looking at the guilty expressions they both wore.
"No, of course not," Oliver said, too quickly.
Felicity relaxed against her desk, tilted her head, pursed her lips and stared at Oliver.
Tommy observed their silent communication and remembered that Felicity had said Oliver couldn't lie to her.
They hadn't really talked much about when and who they would tell about them being together. Tommy nudged Oliver with his shoulder and gave a slight shrug and a tiny nod. Oliver let out the breath he'd been holding and stepped closer, sliding his arm around Tommy's waist before looking back at Felicity.
Felicity's eyes went wide and then the biggest grin he'd ever seen spread across her face. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Oliver confirmed as Tommy slid his arm around him. He was smiling too, Tommy noted. They all were, in fact.
Felicity bounced over to them and gave them both a quick hug. "I'm happy for you," she said before stepping back. "I know I didn't know you guys before, but from how Oliver always talked about you, I wondered if there wasn't more to your bromance than just friendship. Does anyone else know?"
"No, we're still getting used to the idea ourselves," Oliver admitted.
"What about Laurel?" Felicity asked. "I thought you were with her and you wanted to be?" she said to each man in turn. Both winced.
"I broke up with her a few days ago, after Oliver and I realized we wanted to see where this attraction led," Tommy admitted. "But we're going to have to tell her sooner rather than later, I think."
"I know. She came to see me earlier today, caught me on the club floor. She wanted me to talk you into taking her back. I didn't know what to say, so I suggested she talk to you, not me. Sorry, man."
Tommy shrugged. "She came to see me too. Must have come up to my office after talking to you. I told her she deserved to be happy, but it wasn't going to be with me."
"If she's going to keep running between you two to get back with Tommy, you're definitely going to have to tell her the truth so she stops holding out hope," Felicity said.
"We will," Oliver promised. "Did you find a dress?"
"Yes, it's red," Felicity said, gesturing to the garment bag lying on her computer chair. She pulled something out of her wallet. "While normally I'd object to you buying me clothes, it was nice not having to look at the price tag too closely."
"You did object," Oliver pointed out, taking back his credit card.
Felicity waved him off. "So, I have about an hour before I need to go home and start getting ready. I assume I'm showing Tommy how to talk to my babies?"
"How did you know--" Tommy started to ask until Felicity cut him off.
"I know Oliver's not going to let you out in the field." She ignored their huffs of protest. "He barely lets me out in the field, but I'm the best one qualified for this mission, so I'm going. He's going to be outside the casino in case I need backup. I figured that since Oliver still hasn't apologized to Digg that you'd be down here as our eyes."
"Wow," was all Tommy could say. "Yeah, that about sums it up."
"Alright then, pull up a chair. I know Oliver needs to play with his arrows anyway."
"I don't play with the arrows," he grumbled, heading towards his workbench. He did need to rig a couple of them with explosives, just in case.
Tommy was thoroughly enjoying the way that Felicity and Oliver related to each other. She seemed to bring out a side of Oliver that had been missing, or hiding, since his return.
Felicity moved her dress and woke up her babies while Tommy pulled up a chair.
"There isn't that much that you're going to need to know," Felicity said. "I already hacked into the security cameras both in and outside the casino. You'll just need to keep these two windows open," she said, bringing forward the relevant screens on two of the monitors. "I'll make sure to leave these up when I leave tonight."
"What about comms?" Tommy asked.
Felicity went and got them from where they usually sat off-mission and then pulled up the controls for them on the third monitor.
"This works the same way it would on your music player at home to control the mute. Just click here on the one labeled four, that'll be yours. Oliver is number one and I'm number three. They're all set to the same frequency. If for some reason you need to talk to just one of us, you click here to cut the sound to the comm you don't want to hear you."
"Will I need to follow your tracking devices?" Tommy asked.
"You shouldn't need to, but I can pull that up on this monitor too if it would make you feel better," Felicity offered. "Oliver will be a green dot and I'll be red."
"Like your dress," Tommy guessed.
"Yes, but that's not why the dress is red. I just look great in that color," Felicity said, cheekily.
"I bet you do," Tommy leered.
"Tommy," Felicity admonished him, slapping at his arm. "You can't say things like that. You're with Oliver."
"Us being together does not mean that I can't still recognize a beautiful woman. It just means I can't act on it. At least not without Ollie being present," Tommy said.
"You better not," Oliver called out from across the room, looking at them over his shoulder.
Tommy blew him an air kiss, causing Oliver to roll his eyes and return to his work.
"You guys are adorable," Felicity giggled a bit hysterically, her cheeks several shades pinker than they had been a moment before.
She grabbed one of the comms and dropped it in her purse before preparing to leave.
"Oliver, you'll pick me up in two hours?" she confirmed.
"You can still back out, you know," he said, coming over to where she stood with Tommy.
She laughed. "Not a chance. I'll see you soon."
"I really like her," Tommy said once she was gone, beaming up at Oliver.
"You would," Oliver acknowledged.
"Are you done playing with your arrows?" Tommy asked. "I hear we have almost two hours to kill."
Oliver groaned. "You are going to be terrible for my work ethic, you know that?"
"You have a work ethic?" Tommy teased, looping his arms around Oliver's neck. He relaxed when Oliver's hands landed on his waist.
"For this work, yeah, I do, but I suppose I can work with what I've got."
Tommy spent the next hour with his back pressed against a pillar and Oliver pressed against him. He thought it was a very good use of their time.
"Okay, guys, I see you approaching the casino," Tommy said, settling into Felicity's chair. It really was very comfortable. "And may I say, you look fantastic, Felicity. I'm just sorry Oliver's making you walk in those heels."
"Tommy," Oliver growled in warning.
At the same time, Felicity said, "Thanks, Tommy."
"You ready?" Oliver asked as the neared the door.
"I think so," Felicity said, fiddling with her clutch. "Just to be clear, the plan is for me to get caught counting cards in an underground casino filled with hardened criminals."
"So you can get a friendly warning from Alonzo and plant a bug on his office computer," Oliver added.
"Right. Which will hopefully lead us to Walter. That is assuming I get the friendly warning and not a bullet," Felicity said, nervously.
"Hey, you don't have to do this," Oliver reminded her, again.
"Yes, I do."
"Ok. If anything happens, I'm right outside," Oliver assured her.
"Ok." Felicity took a deep breath and waited a minute for Oliver to get up to his perch on the fire escape across the alley.
"Remind me why Oliver's the one getting the password?" Tommy requested.
"Because you don't have audio," Oliver answered. "Unless you've learned how to read lips in the past five years, I need to use the parabolic microphone to hear the password. Now quiet, someone's coming."
A car pulled up to the door and a man stepped out.
"Password," the bodyguard requested, staring at the man.
"Password is snapdragon," Oliver repeated for Felicity.
Felicity nodded slightly and approached the door.
"Password," the bodyguard dutifully requested.
"Snapdragon," Felicity confidently answered and entered the casino.
"So far, so good," Tommy commented.
"What do you see?" Oliver asked.
"Six armed guards, two pit bosses, and a floor man. No slot machines. How do you call yourself a casino without any Lucky 7s?"
"Stay focused, please. I'll be with you the entire time," Oliver promised.
"Thanks. It feels really good having you inside me." Tommy barked out a laugh. "And by 'you,' I mean your voice. And by 'me,' I mean my ear. I'm gonna stop talking right now," Felicity babbled.
"That would be my preference," Oliver said, obviously clenching his teeth.
"I wouldn't mind hearing a little bit more," Tommy chuckled.
"Not now, Tommy," Oliver admonished him.
Ignoring them, Felicity took a seat at a table and pulled out a stack of money. "One stack of High Society, please."
Tommy split his time between watching the various camera angles and looking around the lair. No one had told him that his was the boring part of the job.
"How's it look, Tommy?" Oliver asked, startling him.
Tommy looked back to the monitors. "Everything looks normal. Felicity wasn't lying. She has not lost a single hand. That's bound to gain attention soon."
"Blackjack!" the dealer called out.
"Yes!" Felicity beamed, clapping her hands adorably.
"Oh, and apparently soon is now. Here we go," Tommy informed Oliver.
"Miss, can you come with me?" One of guards was standing next to her.
"Is something wrong?" she nonchalantly asked.
"Oh, since you ask so nicely." Felicity stood and followed the guard off the floor. "Oh, there's the bathroom. I should have known the manager's office would be down the hall and to the right of the bathroom."
Tommy assumed that Felicity was babbling out of nervousness, as she would have known that he could have given Oliver those directions himself from watching her on the cameras.
The guard opened a door and said, "Mr. Alonzo."
"Have a seat," Alonzo insisted. "What's your name?"
"Megan," Felicity said, giving the alias they'd agreed on as she removed the bug from her clutch.
"Do you know where the term '86' comes from, Megan?" Alonzo asked.
"As it happens, I do. It's from prohibition. There was a-- an illegal casino, not like this one, located at 86 Bedford Street in New York, and you know, I'm just gonna stop talking." Felicity had purposely been waving her hands around while talking and was able to place the bug on Alonzo's computer. It was awfully nice of him to keep it on his desktop so she'd be able to bug it so easily.
"Now it means to ban someone, someone who's cheating. You're 86'd. Leave your chips and go."
"Thank you. Thank you," Felicity said, standing.
"Oh, yeah, Megan, one more thing." Alonzo came around the desk to stand before her. "You see, the thing about card counters is, uh, sometimes they work with a partner." He removed her comm and smashed it under his shoe.
"Felicity! Oliver!" Tommy hollered.
"I know," Oliver said, already stripping off his jacket and sweater and pulling on his hood. "I'm going in after her."
"Hurry," Tommy said. From the camera in Alonzo's office, he could see that Felicity was alright, but he didn't know how long she would stay that way.
He watched on the cameras as Oliver burst into the casino, arrows and bullets flying everywhere. It was chaos. Tommy could tell that most of the arrows weren't kill shots, but Oliver was in a hurry to get to Felicity, so some could have been. Tommy pushed that thought out of his mind and willed Oliver to get to Felicity faster. He could see Alonzo had pulled Felicity behind his desk and was holding a gun to her head in preparation for her partner's arrival.
Oliver kicked down the door and fired an arrow hitting the bullseye on the dartboard behind Alonzo.
"I heard you never miss," Alonzo gloated.
"I don't." A second later the arrow exploded, causing Alonzo to release his grip on Felicity as they both fell.
Oliver pulled Alonzo up and pinned him against the wall. "Where's Walter Steele?" he demanded, the voice modulator making him sound extremely intimidating.
"What? What are you talking about?" Alonzo stuttered.
"Six months ago you had him kidnapped!" Oliver fumed.
"It was just a job. I was given a name. I didn't ask any questions," Alonzo admitted, cowering against the wall.
"Last chance. Where is he?"
"I'm not. I delivered him and they killed him. I heard the gunshot. He's dead," Alonzo insisted.
Oliver punched Alonzo, knocking him out and turned to face Felicity as he pulled back the hood.
Oliver took her by the elbow and led Felicity out of the casino. "Let's go."
"We failed," she said, sniffling, as she reached back to raise Oliver's hood.
"We did everything we could," Oliver hollowly insisted.
"Let me talk to her," Tommy insisted.
"Hang on," Oliver said to Tommy as they approached the car. Once they were settled inside, he pulled out his comm and handed it to Felicity. "Tommy wants to talk to you." He started the car and headed towards Felicity's apartment.
"Hey Tommy," Felicity said, quietly.
"Thank God you're alright," he said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm alright," Felicity corrected him.
"You're unharmed," Tommy amended. "Are you coming back here?"
Felicity glanced over to Oliver, who looked like he was barely holding it together. "No, Oliver's going to take me straight home. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Try to get some sleep," Tommy said. "Can you give me back to Oliver?"
"Sure. Night, Tommy," Felicity said.
Felicity removed the comm and handed it back to Oliver. "Hey," Oliver said quietly, to confirm that it was him again.
"Hey," Tommy said back, just as quietly. "Are you coming back here? I can wait."
"Yeah, I need to change before I go talk to my Mom," Oliver choked out.
"I'll be here," Tommy promised.
"Thank you," Oliver said, barely above a whisper.
Tommy muted his comm, but kept it in. He could tell that no one was in a talking mood. Not after that revelation.
He heard Oliver drop Felicity off at her townhouse and then continue on his way back to the Foundry. He wished there was something he could do besides sit and watch the clock. He felt useless, but he needed to be there for Oliver when he got back.
After what felt like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes, Oliver finally appeared on the stairs.
Tommy was waiting for him over by the computers, unsure of what to do.
He didn't need to do anything. Oliver set his bow on a table and dropped his duffle bag on the ground before crossing to pull Tommy into a tight hug. Tommy instantly wrapped his arms around the taller man, running his hands soothingly over his back.
Oliver pulled back just enough so he could reach Tommy's lips.
The kiss was slow and sweet. Bittersweet. Full of longing and desperation and sadness. As it ended, Oliver rested his forehead against Tommy's, simply breathing each other in.
"I can't believe he's been dead all this time," Oliver said, finally, pulling away.
"You're sure?" Tommy asked, even though he knew he was. "That guy, Alonzo, didn't actually see them kill Walter. He only heard gunshots."
"Then where's he been all this time?" Oliver asked. "It's been six months! Six months of my mother barely leaving her bedroom, let alone the house."
"I don't know, man."
"I know. Sorry, I know," Oliver apologized. "I'm just not looking forward to telling Mom and Thea."
"What are you going to tell them?" Tommy asked.
Oliver blew out a breath and started changing back into his street clothes. "I'll say that one of Digg's contacts was informed that Walter was dead."
"You think they'll buy it?" Tommy studiously ignored the fact that Oliver was changing in front of him. Now was not the time for lewd comments and teasing. No matter how much he appreciated the view.
"I hope so," Oliver said, wiping away the grease paint.
"I'm going to go back to my apartment tonight," Tommy said. "You should be with your family."
Oliver looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't, and nodded resolutely. He folded his Hood outfit and placed it, his bow, and quiver back in the duffle bag.
"Let's go," Oliver said, settling the bag over one shoulder as they headed up the stairs.
At their cars, Tommy caught Oliver's hand and squeezed it before turning to go. "I'll come over tomorrow."
"Thank you," Oliver said, squeezing his hand back.
Tommy was just about to start getting ready for bed an hour later when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw it was Oliver, not expecting to hear from him again that night.
"You miss me already?" Tommy asked by way of greeting.
"Meet me back at the foundry," Oliver said, his voice rough with emotion.
All teasing drained from Tommy, replaced by fear. "What's wrong? Did Moira do something..."
"Oh, she did something alright," Oliver snarled. "I'll explain later. Just please, can you come back?"
"On my way. I'll see you soon," Tommy promised, slipping on his jacket and grabbing his keys. He called Felicity as soon as he was on the road with the car's Bluetooth system.
"Hello?" Tommy could hear the tears in her voice.
"It's Tommy. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No. I haven't been able to even think about sleep," she said.
"I think something happened after we left Oliver," Tommy said, jumping straight to the reason for the call.
"Is he okay?" Felicity immediately asked.
"Physically, I think so. Emotionally, not at all," Tommy said. "Look, he just called and asked me to come back to the Foundry. You should probably be there too. Can you meet us there in, say, half an hour?"
"Of course," Felicity said. "I can be there in fifteen."
"No, give us some time. I want to see what has him so wound up first, before you come in."
"Alright," Felicity promised. "I'll see you in half an hour or so."
"Thanks, Felicity." Tommy hung up as he pulled into Verdant's parking lot. He could see Oliver's Ducati was already parked back there.
The lights were off as he descended the stairs into the lair. As he went to flip them on, Oliver called out, "Don't."
Tommy moved into the room and he could barely make out Oliver sitting on the ground, leaning against a concrete pillar. The same one he'd been pressed against only a few hours ago for much more pleasurable reasons.
Ignoring the pool of water nearby, Tommy settled himself next to Oliver on the ground, pressing against his side.
"What happened? Why are you suited up again?" he asked.
"They're in on it together," Oliver said, his voice deceptively calm.
"Who's in on what together?" Tommy asked, having no idea what Oliver was talking about.
"My mom and your dad," Oliver said, finally looking at him. "My mother allowed your father to kidnap Walter in exchange for her help with his Undertaking. They are working together."
"Working together," Tommy repeated. "To do what?"
"I don't know," Oliver admitted. "We've been hearing rumors about an Undertaking being planned but haven't been able to figure out what it was. We still don't know."
"Just that our parents are involved in it somehow?" Part of him wanted to rant and rave that his father would never stoop so low as to have someone, especially someone he knew and was friendly with, kidnapped, but Tommy ignored it. He was well-aware that his father would do just about anything if it meant getting something he wanted.
"Yes," Oliver agreed. He turned slightly so he could rest his head against Tommy's shoulder.
That was how Felicity found them when she turned on the lights.
"I've been sitting in the dark all night, too. All these months I kept thinking if I could find a clue, I could get a lead on him. Guess it wouldn't have mattered. I can't imagine what your family's going through."
"Walter's alive," Oliver said.
"What? But Alonzo said--"
Oliver pushed to his feet so Tommy stood, too.
"I need you to pull up Malcolm Merlyn's phone records. He made a call from his office to wherever Walter is being kept at 10:30 p.m."
"Malcolm Merlyn? Tommy's father?" Felicity looked between the two men. "Why would he kidnap Walter?"
"Felicity," Oliver said, imploringly.
She hurried to the computers and pulled up the phone company records. "L.U.D. showed he made a call to a tenement complex located in Bludhaven."
"Can you pull up a satellite view?" Oliver asked.
"Uh, yeah." She quickly did. "That's a lot of security for low-income housing. There's two guards stationed at all access points."
"There's just one on the roof," Tommy noted.
"Exactly. There's no other buildings in that area. If you want to get onto the roof, you're going to have to jump off of something."
"I've got something," Oliver growled.
"Be careful," Tommy said as Oliver geared up and headed out.
"Bring him home," Felicity added. She handed Tommy a comm and put in her own, automatically muting them.
She hacked into the building's security system and pulled up the camera feeds on her monitors. She let out a small gasp and pointed at one frame.
"There," she said, showing Tommy. "He's there. He's alive."
"Oliver will save him," Tommy promised, squeezing her shoulder like he'd seen Oliver do. Felicity reached up to squeeze back before he pulled away.
"This is it," she confided in him. "This was the whole reason I signed on with Oliver."
"Does that mean you're done helping him now?" Tommy nervously asked. He hoped not. Oliver needed Felicity, and he had a feeling that she needed him too.
"And leave all this?" Felicity teased, waving a hand around the dank basement. She shook her head. "Walter may have been why I signed on, but I couldn't stop doing this now. There's too much at stake. There so much more good we can do."
"I'm happy to hear you say that," Tommy said.
"Are you?" Felicity questioned. "It wasn't long ago that you could barely look at Oliver because of all of this."
"I'm coming around," Tommy admitted. "Nights like tonight are helping me to come around."
Felicity smiled. "That's good. He'll never admit it, but Oliver needs your support with this."
"I'm here for him," Tommy promised.
"Even if your dad really is involved in all of this?" Felicity pressed.
"If you're asking who I'd pick - Oliver or my dad - Oliver will always win," Tommy said with such conviction that Felicity dropped the subject.
They watched the monitors in silence until finally Felicity saw something. "I think that's him. Where did he get a parachute? And a plane?"
Tommy laughed. "Man knows how to make an entrance."
They watched, fascinated, as Oliver took out thug after thug, leaving a trail of injured bodies as he progressed down a long hallway.
"Damn, that's hot," Tommy muttered, knowing he shouldn't find such a display of violence sexy, but knowing it was Oliver, it was.
Felicity licked her lips and nodded her agreement. Felicity unmuted her comm and directed Oliver to Walter's cell before muting it again.
Finally, Oliver reached a door that was bolted shut. He released the bolts and entered Walter's cell.
"Mr. Steele," he said, having activated his voice modulator. "Walter."
Walter turned over on the cot. "What? What's happening?"
"You're going home," Oliver said.
"What are you doing?" Tommy asked as Felicity wiped her eyes and picked up the "office" cell.
"Police? I'd like to report a disturbance at a tenement in Bludhaven," Felicity said, winking at Tommy.
Felicity unmuted their comms. "Police are on their way. You should get out of there."
"The police will be here in a few minutes," Oliver informed Walter. "You'll be with your family soon."
With that, he turned and quickly made his way out of the building.
"Uh, Tommy?" Oliver asked.
"Can you come pick me up?"
Tommy laughed. "I'm on my way. I'm leaving my comm here, so call my cell if you need anything else before I get there."
"Will do. I'll see you soon."
Tommy handed his comm to Felicity and kissed her cheek. "Go home and get some sleep."
"I will. You too," she said, flushing slightly. "I'll see you both tomorrow."
Tommy sped towards Bludhaven and the address that Oliver had texted him, a couple of blocks from where Walter had been held. The cops were all over that tenement when Tommy drove past it.
Oliver slipped into the car moments after Tommy put it in park.
"You did it," Tommy said, grinning.
"We did," Oliver agreed. "I can hardly believe it all."
"Where to now? The hospital?"
"Home," Oliver said, shaking his head. "I'm sure they're not going to allow him any visitors tonight. He'll need to be checked out and probably set up with an IV. He'll need fluids."
As Tommy moved to shift into gear, Oliver placed his hand over his. "You'll stay with me?" Oliver asked, his eyes pleading. "I really want to hold you tonight."
"I'd like that, too," Tommy agreed.
Tommy was startled awake by the sound of someone banging on a door.
"Ollie! Ollie, wake up," Thea called, banging on the door again. "Your door's locked. Let me in."
Tommy felt his pillow, which apparently was Oliver's chest, rise and fall as he took a deep breath. With a groan, he rolled over onto his back as Oliver slipped the arm that had been around him away.
Tommy blinked his eyes open and found Oliver looking at him.
"I better go see what she wants," Oliver said. He dropped a kiss to his lips before rolling out of bed.
As soon as the door was opened, Thea came flying into the room. "Ollie, you're never going to believe it. They found Walter. He's alive!" she excitedly told him.
Oliver did a passable job of faking surprise. "Walter's alive? But Mr. Diggle's friend said--"
"A bunch of big fat lies," Thea cut him off. "Hurry up and get dressed. Mom said they're finally letting him have visitors soon."
It was then that Thea turned and saw Tommy lying in Oliver's bed.
"Tommy, I didn't know you were here," she looked between the two men, noting the guilty look on her brother's face. "Why aren't you in your room?"
Oliver closed the door before returning to sit on the bed; on Tommy's side of the bed. He took Tommy's hand in his and with just a trace of nervousness on his face he told his sister, "Tommy and I are together now."
"As in, together together?" Thea asked, her tone giving nothing away about how she felt about this development.
"Together," Tommy agreed, smiling happily.
"Speedy?" Oliver nervously asked when she continued to just stare at them.
Several emotions seemed to chase each other across her face, one of them being jealousy, before she settled on a smile.
"When did this happen?" she asked, moving to sit at the foot of the bed.
"About a week ago," Oliver told her, settling more comfortably on the bed.
"Are you okay with this, Thea?" Tommy asked, noticing that she was still holding herself tensely. "You can tell us the truth."
"Yeah, it's great," she said through a strained voice.
"Is this about the crush you have on me?" Tommy asked.
"You have a crush on him?" Oliver demanded, his own jealousy flaring to life.
"Can you blame me?" Thea retorted. "Tommy's such a great, caring guy. Of course I have a crush on him."
"You knew about this?" Oliver asked Tommy.
"It was kind of hard to ignore after she threw herself at me one night," Tommy said.
"You said you'd never speak of that again," Thea hissed, burying her face in her hands.
"When was this? Why didn't you tell me?" Oliver demanded.
"At the fundraiser for CNRI," Tommy said. "Thea and I talked and I made it clear that nothing was going to happen between us. There was no reason to tell you. She was embarrassed enough already."
"She's still embarrassed," Thea said. "Can we drop it already?"
"Drop what?" Tommy asked, smiling conspiratorially.
Looking at them sitting so comfortably together, Thea mused aloud, "You know, I always thought there was more to your friendship than just best friends. I mean, I was twelve when you went away, Ollie, but even then, I knew that you were closer than most best friends."
A short rap on the door was followed by Moira's voice. "Oliver? Thea? Are you nearly ready?"
Thea bounced up. "Right. Walter. You're coming, right Ollie?"
"One minute, Mom," Oliver called out. "We'll be right down."
"Hurry up," Moira said.
"Are we okay, Thea?" Oliver asked, moving around the bed.
"We'll be fine. I'm happy you found someone to open up to," Thea confided. "You are talking to him, right?"
Oliver looked at Tommy, fondly. "Yes, I'm talking to him."
"I just have one request, then."
"Anything," Oliver promised, without hesitation.
"Can I be there when you tell Mom?" Thea grinned cheekily and bounced out of the room.
"She took that better than I expected," Tommy said.
"Me too," Oliver admitted. "And that's without me knowing about her crush on you."
"You've got to let that go," Tommy said, sliding out of bed and beginning to look for his clothes.
"This is the first time my sister and I have had the hots for the same person, it's weird," Oliver complained, pulling on his jeans.
Tommy laughed, sliding into his shirt and beginning to fasten the buttons. "Being the object of said hots, I can attest to such weirdness. But she never had a shot. Aside from being way too young for me, there was only one Queen sibling I ever had feelings for."
Oliver had just pulled a fresh navy blue sweater over his head and blinked a couple of times at Tommy's statement. Tommy had just pulled up his pants and was tucking the shirt into them when Oliver lifted his face for a mind blitzing kiss.
"The feelings are mutual," Oliver breathed against Tommy's lips before capturing them again.
"As much as I would love to crawl back into bed and continue doing this all morning, you have somewhere you need to be. Preferably before Thea or your mom walks back in," Tommy reluctantly said, stepping back.
"You're not coming?" Oliver asked, pouting slightly.
Tommy shook his head. "I think this is a family thing. You go be a family. I need some time to think about mine."
Oliver sobered. "We didn't really get a chance to talk about what the Undertaking means for us."
"We will," Tommy promised. "I just need a little time to process this latest not-so-shocking development."
"If you're sure," Oliver said, grabbing a jacket.
"I'm sure," Tommy confirmed, leaning up to kiss Oliver lightly. "You go ahead. I'll wait until you've gone before heading out. I'm not in the mood to see your mom this morning. Not with Thea standing next to her."
"Good idea. I'll see you at the club later," Oliver promised.