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Fic: Trying to Find the Truth 8/9 (Tommy Merlyn/Oliver Queen, Smoaking Billionaires) Explicit

Title: Trying to Find the Truth
Fandom: Arrow
Rating: Explicit
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 / ~5,955 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).

Catch up on LJ or AO3.



Chapter 8

Felicity was gone when they woke late the next morning. Something they were not all that surprised about, but it was a little disappointing.

Oliver had rolled onto his back during the night and Tommy woke pressed against his side.

"How do you feel?" Tommy asked, his fingers toying with the edge of the bandage of Oliver's chest.

"Sore. Exhausted. Happy." The last Oliver said turning a brilliant smile towards Tommy. "We saved the city," he whispered in near-disbelief.

Tommy smiled back and leaned up to kiss him. "That we did."

"A part of me didn't really think we could do it," Oliver admitted, running his hands over Tommy's side and back. "Especially once we realized we were fighting your father."

"I know what you mean," Tommy agreed. "I never realized just how crazy he had become. I'm glad he's not going to be able to hurt anyone else ever again."

Oliver pulled Tommy closer until he could kiss him, chasing thoughts of his father away.

Oliver sighed. "As much as I would love to stay in this bed all day with you, we should probably go to the police station."

Tommy tensed. "I don't want to see him."

"You don't have to," Oliver soothed. "But I do need to see my mother. I need to make sure she's okay." Dipping his head until their lips nearly touched, Oliver added, "I also want to tell her about us."

"Yeah?" Tommy breathily asked.

"Yeah," Oliver confirmed, closing the remaining distance between them for a slow, sweet kiss.

Oliver started to roll towards Tommy, but grunted in pain and collapsed back onto this back.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Guess I'm not quite up for more."

"I knew we should have delayed last night," Tommy said, concerned that Oliver had pushed himself too much.

"I'm glad we didn't," Oliver said. "Last night was good. It was important."

"I still wish she'd stuck around until morning," Tommy said. "I'm worried about what she's thinking today."

"We can check in with her later," Oliver promised. "But for now, I suppose we should probably shower and get to the precinct."

"If we must," Tommy sighed and rolled out of bed.

They showered together, Tommy helping to wash Oliver's hair since he didn't quite have full range of motion in his left arm. They were both hard, but ignored their arousal in order to take care of business.

Once they were clean, Tommy changed Oliver's bandages and helped him to dress in a blue button down shirt, opting for a t-shirt and sweater himself.

Oliver called Thea while they were eating a quick breakfast. He put her on speaker, so Tommy could talk to her too.

"Hello?" Thea groggily answered just before the call went to voicemail.

"Hey, Speedy," Oliver said. "Did I wake you?"

"Maybe a little," Thea responded. "We got to bed kind of late last night. It was crazy out there."

"You're in the Glades?" Tommy demanded.

"Yes, Mom, I'm with Roy," Thea said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"That's actually why I called you," Oliver broke in. "Tommy and I are going to see Mom at the police station this morning. I wanted to see if you wanted to meet us there."

There was a long pause on the other end before Thea said, "I can't see her right now."

"She's going to want to see that you're safe," Oliver pressed.

"If she wanted me to be safe then she shouldn't have tried to destroy the Glades," Thea fumed. "Have you even been home or looked at the news? I guess not or you wouldn't have said that." Oliver looked at Tommy, who turned the television on and to a local news channel. There were images of reporters camped outside the Queen and Merlyn mansions.

"I'm sorry," Oliver sighed. "I stayed at Tommy's last night and we didn't have the news on. I guess we were in denial."

"How are you dealing with all this, Tommy?" Thea asked.

"I'm actually okay. I'd mostly written my father off a while ago. This just put the final nail in the coffin. From now on, consider me an orphan," Tommy said, trying for his usual joviality, but falling short.

"Good for you," Thea said. "You could say the same for me."

"Thea, don't say that," Oliver growled in horror. "You have a mother that loves you very much."

"I have a mother who was willing to look the other way while Malcolm Merlyn wiped out everyone in the Glades, including my boyfriend," Thea coldly retorted. "I'm not talking to her ever again."

"You're just upset," Oliver insisted.

"I'm done with lies," Thea said. "I'm not going to go see her and pretend that everything is fine when it's not. I hate her for this, Ollie, and there's nothing you can do about that."

"If you don't come, then you won't get to be there when I tell Mom about Tommy and me," Oliver said in a last ditch effort.

"Nice try, big brother," Thea said. "You're just going to have to do it without me. You can tell me all about it later."

"It's a deal," Oliver said, relief showing on his face that at least she wasn't cutting him out of her life too. "We better get going. Don't spend all day in bed."

They could practically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. "Whatever. Bye."

"She'll come around," Tommy insisted, once the call had ended.

Oliver shook his head. "I want to believe that, but I also know that you'll never forgive your father. Your situations aren't that different."

"But they are," Tommy countered. "My dad is guilty of so many sins, but your mom is only guilty of being blackmailed into helping him. She also exposed him in the end. That's gotta count for something."

"Thea doesn't see it that way," Oliver protested.

"Thea's too close to it right now," Tommy said. "Once she calms down, she'll want her mom again."

"I hope you're right," Oliver said.

Tommy dropped a kiss to his lips. "I usually am. C'mon, let's get this over with."

~~*~~


They had barely entered the bullpen when they heard Lance's voice. "I was wondering when you two were going to show up."

He did not sound happy to see them.

"We're here to see my mother," Oliver said, ignoring the tone.

"That's just as well, as she's the only one allowed visitors. Wait here," Lance said.

Once Lance was out of earshot, Tommy nervously asked, "Do you think Laurel told him about us?"

"I don't think so," Oliver said. "He would have been a lot angrier if he knew."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Tommy agreed.

Lance came back a minute later and led them to one of the interrogation rooms. "You've got 10 minutes."

Moira was seated at a table inside, in a horrible orange jumpsuit, devoid of make-up. One wrist was cuffed to the table.

"Is that really necessary?" Oliver demanded, turning to Lance.

"She conspired to kill hundreds of people. Yes, it's necessary," Lance answered. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Oliver and Tommy sat at the table and Oliver immediately reached out to cover her hands with his.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Her fingers wrapped around his as she said, "I'm fine. My lawyer thinks that I won't have to serve any real jail time since the Undertaking was stopped. Also, I have my own cell - more to keep people who may wish to harm me away than to give me any preferential treatment. But I'll take what I can get."

"That was very brave, what you did," Tommy said.

Moira shook her head. "It wasn't brave. If the Vigilante hadn't stopped Malcolm, it would have been too little, too late. We're all lucky that he was able to stop it in time."

Moira was looking at Oliver as she said this. Did she know Oliver was the Hood?

"Have you talked to Thea?" she asked.

Oliver nodded. "She's fine. She's with her friend Roy."

"I think we all know they're more than friends," Moira said.

That was an opening if Tommy ever heard one. Oliver thought so, too.

Oliver reached over and intertwined his fingers with Tommy's. "So are we."

Moira settled back in her chair and smiled knowingly. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get together after Oliver returned home."

Both men looked at her in shock. Did everyone know about them before they did?

"H-how did you know?" Tommy asked, speaking first.

"I've known you both your whole lives. I know what you look like in and out of love. It was clear as day to anyone who cared to look to see how you two felt about one another."

"And you're not upset that we're both men?" Oliver asked, nervously. "I-I always thought that Dad would disown me if he knew how I felt about Tommy."

"I'm sure your father would have been surprised, given your dating histories, but he would have come around. All we ever wanted was for you to be happy. Both of you." Moira turned her free hand palm up and looked at Tommy. He gratefully covered it with his own.

"Thank you," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. This was the acceptance he would never have found with his father. He liked to think that had his mother lived, she would have accepted his relationship with Oliver in such a manner, but he would never know.

"Yes, thank you," Oliver repeated, his own voice thick with emotion.

Lance burst into the room, causing Oliver and Tommy to release their hands, and towering over Tommy, demanded, "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" Tommy asked, confused.

"Don't give me that!" Lance snarled, lifting Tommy up by his shirt. "You tell me where you father is."

Oliver stood too, trying to force Lance back.

Tommy's eyes widened. "I thought he was here. I heard you arrested him last night." He looked back and forth between Oliver and Lance. "Are you telling me that he's not here?"

Lance released Tommy with a shove. "As if you didn't know."

"I didn't," Tommy insisted. "If I never see him again it'll be too soon."

"Where were you last night?" Lance demanded, not ready to give up yet.

"I was at my apartment, with Oliver and Felicity Smoak," Tommy said, hoping Felicity's name would get Lance off his back.

Lance seemed to deflate a bit. Tommy knew that if he'd just said that he'd been with Oliver that Lance wouldn't have relented, but by claiming two alibis, it was more solid. Having dated a lawyer came in handy sometimes.

"If you hear from him, you call me immediately," Lance said, jamming a finger into Tommy's chest.

"I will," Tommy promised.

"Your time's up," Lance said, heading for the door. "Say your goodbyes."

"Wait," Oliver said. Lance looked over his shoulder at him and he continued. "If Malcolm Merlyn has escaped, then my mother needs to be put into protective custody. She's the one who outed him and his plans. He's going to want revenge."

Lance looked like he wanted to argue, but he just nodded once instead. "I'll take care of it."

After he left, Oliver went around the table to awkwardly hug his mother. "We'll get you home soon," he promised.

"Be safe, my darling boy," Moira said, hugging him back.

Tommy bent to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

"You've always been family, you know that," she said, squeezing his hand.

~~*~~


As they left the police station, Tommy and Oliver agreed that they should get the team together to discuss this latest development.

They waited until they were in Tommy's car before pulling out their phones. While Oliver called Digg, Tommy called Felicity. He idly noticed that he had several calls and texts from his secretary, but ignored them in favor of finding Felicity in his contacts right away.

"Hey, Tommy, I can't really talk right now," Felicity said when she answered.

"Good morning to you too, Sunshine," Tommy teased.

"Stop flirting, I'm at work," Felicity admonished him.

Shit, it was a work day, wasn't it? Since he still viewed his job at Merlyn Global as a cover, he hadn't even thought about going in now that his father had been taken down.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Forgot about work."

"You have had a lot on your mind lately," Felicity pointed out. "So if you didn't call to keep me from working, why did you call?"

"Well, we did want to make sure you were okay after last night, but we have a more immediate issue," Tommy said.

Felicity groaned. "Not already? We just got through the last crisis."

"Yeah. Any chance you can meet us for lunch at Big Belly?" Tommy asked.

"Um…"

"Digg will be there too," Tommy cajoled, in case she was nervous about being alone with them for some reason. The first interaction after your first threesome could be a bit uncomfortable.

"Okay, yeah, sure," Felicity said. "I'll be there."

"Great. See you soon," Tommy said and ended the call. Looking at Oliver he said, "She's in."

"Digg too," Oliver said.

"You up for driving?" Tommy asked.

"Sure," Oliver said. "What's up?"

Tommy waved his phone. "I kinda forgot I have another job. My secretary has been calling all morning. I should probably see what she wants."

They got out of the car and switched sides.

"Do you want to just swing by the office?" Oliver offered.

Tommy shook his head. "Let me listen to the messages and give her a call first. I'm not really dressed for it right now."

Danielle 08:30: Saw the news last night. Understand if you're not coming in, but please confirm.

Danielle 10:00: Board is asking if you're coming in. Please respond.

Danielle 11:30: Getting worried now. Please respond.


There were voicemails to go along with all of the texts. Tommy felt bad for having had the ringer off since last night and causing her to worry. She was a nice girl and he didn't want her to get into trouble because he forgot about that job.

He called her immediately. "Danielle, I'm so sorry, my phone has been off and I just got all of your messages."

"Mr. Merlyn," she sighed. "Thank goodness you're alright. I was afraid they'd arrested you too, but since I didn't see anything about you on the news I hoped they hadn't. Also, when I called the police station they said they only arrested Mr. Merlyn Senior."

"Danielle, take a breath," Tommy chided her. "And could you please call me Tommy? I don't want you to call me the same thing you call him."

"Of course, Mr… Tommy," she agreed.

"That's better," Tommy said. "Now, what's all this about the Board looking for me?"

"Oh, right!" Danielle exclaimed. "The Board of Directors met this morning following your father's arrest to discuss what to do about the company. As I'm sure you know, the stocks plummeted overnight, what with all of the allegations against Mr. Merlyn."

"And they want to see me because…?" Tommy had a bad feeling about what was coming.

"They didn't say. I was just told to send you to the boardroom as soon as you arrived," Danielle admitted.

Tommy sighed. "Tell them I'll be there soon."

"Yes, sir," Danielle agreed. "I'll see you soon Mr… Tommy."

Tommy hung up and closed his eyes. Without opening them he said, "I guess we need to stop by Merlyn Global after all."

"I figured," Oliver said. "We're two blocks away."

Tommy's eyes popped open and he looked around. Sure enough, they were just a couple of blocks from the office building bearing his name.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," Tommy said.

"I'd probably be a better one if I didn't let you go in there," Oliver countered.

"I should at least see what they want," Tommy said, dispassionately. "I may not have really worked there, but I did do the tasks that were assigned to me. Plus, the people who work there didn't know what my dad was up to. They shouldn't suffer because he decided to play God."

"You're a good man," Oliver told him as he pulled up in front of the building. "Do you want me to come up?"

Tommy shook his head. "No, it's probably better if you don't. The Board will be suspicious if the competition's heir showed up to an emergency meeting."

"I'm not the heir to Queen Consolidated," Oliver pointed out.

"Your name is on the building. To them, you are," Tommy said. "Same as me."

"Good luck," Oliver said, squeezing Tommy's hand.

"Thanks, I'll need it. Go on to Big Belly, I'll take a taxi over," Tommy insisted.

"I can wait," Oliver protested.

"Digg and Felicity are on their way. Go fill them in and make sure your team is okay after the fight. I'll be there as soon as I can," Tommy said.

"Alright," Oliver reluctantly agreed and Tommy exited the car.

He turned to face the building and took a deep breath, steeling himself before forcing himself to go in.

He headed straight for his office. Danielle stood as he approached, relief on her face.

"Thank goodness you're here," she said. Her eyes roamed over his casual clothing and she blurted out, "You can't meet the Board wearing that."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to," Tommy said. "I didn't want to take the time to go home and change into a suit after we spoke."

Danielle looked guilty as she encouraged Tommy to follow her into his office. "I was hoping to never need this because you've always come to work very professional."

She opened the small closet inside the office and pulled out an elegant navy blue suit, white dress shirt and blue patterned tie.

"Your father had it delivered your first day here," she nervously admitted. "But I wasn't supposed to tell you about it unless you needed it."

"Of course he did," Tommy sighed. Even though he didn't want to be, he was still hurt that his father expected him to not take this job seriously, after everything.

"I'll just give you a moment to change while I inform the Board that you're here," Danielle said, closing the door behind her.

Tommy tried to keep his emotions under control as he changed out of his street clothes and into the suit. He hated himself for even considering donning the suit, let alone doing it. It felt like he was proving his father right, that he couldn't be trusted to do this job.

But that had been the whole point, hadn't it?

He had only been working there to get close to his dad. He'd been under cover. That had been his real job there. It wasn't to be the Vice President of some bullshit or another. It was so that he could spy on his father.

And he'd done that.

He'd helped Oliver, Felicity and Digg to break into the company's mainframe and steal information about the earthquake device. He'd stopped his father from destroying the Glades.

He'd done his job.

Tommy slid on the suit jacket and adjusted his tie in the bathroom mirror. He had to admit, his dad had good taste in suits. He looked fantastic. In fact, he decided that he'd wear it to meet up with Oliver and the team because they needed to see him in this suit.

Having regained his confidence, Tommy opened the door and followed Danielle to the Board Room. She opened the door and he stepped inside, the door closing behind him.

Refusing to let his nerves get the better of him, Tommy moved to the open seat at the head of the table.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Board, I apologize for making you wait. I've been distracted by other things after the events of last night," Tommy said as he took his seat.

"We understand that this must be a difficult time for you," one of the board members said. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with us."

"Of course," Tommy said. He folded his hands in front of him on the table to avoid fidgeting. "May I ask why you wanted to see me?"

"With your father in jail, and the likelihood that he will remain so for a long time, we wanted to discuss with you the matter of who would take over as CEO," another board member said. Tommy thought he was the Chairman.

Tommy remained quiet about his father no longer actually being in police custody. He hoped that he would be caught again soon. But even if he wasn't, he would likely go into hiding far away from here, in a country without extradition.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said, "but what does that have to do with me?"

Some of the Board members looked at each other, curiously.

"Did your father not discuss this with you?" the Chairman asked, confused.

"There was a lot that my father did not discuss with me," Tommy admitted. "I've only been working here for the past few weeks. He hadn't discussed any long-term contingency plans for the company with me. Ever."

"So you did not know that he wished for you to become the next CEO should anything happen to him?" the Chairman pressed.

Tommy's jaw dropped. He knew it was unprofessional, but he couldn't help the involuntary response. "That would be a big no."

"Do you feel that you would be up for the job?" one of the other board members asked.

"I hadn't ever really thought about it," Tommy said. "My father is a young man. I knew that he wanted to groom me to take over for him some day, but I was expecting that to be a couple of decades away. Not now."

There was silence for a few minutes until Tommy asked. "Do you agree with my father's wish to have me succeed him?" Tommy asked.

"No, we do not," the Chairman said. "As you, yourself, pointed out, you have only worked here for a very short time. Not even long enough for a probationary time to be over, were you any other employee. We do not feel that you have the experience to run this company."

"I agree," Tommy said, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Who else is up for consideration? I know that I wasn't his only choice."

"Simon Vaxel, the Senior Vice President," the Chairman said.

Tommy nodded, having assumed as much. Simon was a good man and knew the company almost as well as his father.

"I wish you luck with him," Tommy said, standing.

"You're not upset?" one of the female board members asked, surprised. "We assumed you'd want to take your rightful place within your company."

Tommy shook his head. "This was never really my company. I managed one of the hottest nightclubs in Starling City. I'm good at that, and it's what I'm going to go back to doing."

"You're quitting?" the Chairman asked.

"I only came to work here to get to know my dad better," Tommy said. "I learned everything that I need to know about him and with him no longer here, I don't feel the need to be either."

Tommy strode from the room, feeling lighter than he had all day.

He stopped by his soon-to-be-former office to say goodbye to Danielle and to pick up the clothes he'd worn in. He didn't have anything personal in the office to take with him, since he'd never planned on using it for long.

He had a smile on his face as he hailed a taxi and was off to see to his real family business.

~~*~~


Upon entering Big Belly Burger, Tommy immediately spotted the team seated at one of the booths off to the side.

Oliver was in the process of lifting a fry to his mouth when he spotted Tommy. His hand froze as he stared hungrily at Tommy, and not for the food that was in his hand. The fry dropped from his fingers and he licked his lips as Tommy approached.

Felicity and Digg turned their heads to see what had Oliver acting so strangely.

"Hot damn," Felicity whispered under her breath.

Tommy tried not to preen under their appreciative glances, but he failed miserably. He slid into the spot next to Oliver and before he could even say anything, Oliver had captured his mouth in a hungry kiss. One which Tommy was happy to return, instantly forgetting about their audience.

"Alright, that's enough," Digg's voice cut in after a minute. While Oliver didn't seem to hear him, or was ignoring him, Tommy knew he was right and pulled back. Much to Oliver's displeasure.

Oliver growled and tried to recapture Tommy's lips, but Tommy pushed him back.

"Easy tiger, we're not alone," Tommy chided him.

Oliver blinked and glanced across the table, as if surprised to find a blushing Felicity and an awkwardly grinning Digg sitting there. He immediately sat back and apologized. "Uh, sorry."

"I get the feeling that's not what you looked like when you left your apartment this morning," Digg guessed.

"No, it's not," Oliver agreed, his eyes still hungrily running over Tommy beside him. "Where'd you get the suit?"

"Present from my dad," Tommy said, sobering up Oliver, whose eyebrows creased in confusion.

"How? When?" he asked.

Tommy sighed. "He gave it to my secretary on my first day at Merlyn Global, in case I ever needed it."

"He thought you wouldn't always wear a suit to the office?" Felicity asked in surprise. "Has he not met you? You love suits."

"I guess we'll never know," Tommy said.

"Maybe he thought you might need a spare? In case the one you were wearing was ruined somehow?" Felicity suggested, ever the optimist. "It happens, you know. I can't even tell you how many times I've needed a spare blouse because I've spilled something on myself."

"Yeah, maybe that's it," Tommy said, glumly. He looked at Oliver. "You told them about what we found out at the police station."

"Yeah, we were just discussing possibilities when you, um, distracted us," Oliver said.

"What did you come up with?" he asked, picking up the burger Oliver had ordered for him and taking a bite.

"Well, we know he has some kind of secret ninja warrior training," Felicity said, munching on a fry. "We're guessing that whomever he trained with broke him out."

Tommy chewed thoughtfully and nodded. "Makes sense. I figure that that's where he went when he abandoned me after my mom died." Oliver squeezed his thigh in comfort.

Digg nodded in agreement. "That's also probably where he'll disappear to. Either back with them or somewhere else to lie low. If he had this whole other secret identity, you can bet that he has properties and bank accounts all over the world under an alias."

"So the question is: do we go after him?" Oliver posed, looking at Tommy. He was obviously leaving the decision up to him.

Tommy wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat back.

"No, we don't," Tommy finally said. "I'm not saying this because I'm trying to spare his life or anything," he quickly added. "I meant it when I said that I never want to see the bastard again. And it sounds like I won't. He won't come back to Starling. He'll get arrested the second he's recognized, with a handy new breaking-out-of-jail crime added to the list. He's already proven that a jail can't hold him. As long as he's out of my life for good, I'll be happy."

"We thought you might say that," Felicity said, "and we agree that it's not worth our energy to chase him down."

"Thanks," Tommy said. Picking up his burger again, he asked, "So where does this leave you and the list?"

"The list is moot," Oliver said, running a hand through his hair, "but that doesn't mean that I'm going to hang up the hood."

"It doesn't?" Felicity hopefully asked. Oliver grinned at her, flustering her. "I mean, I hoped that you wouldn't. We were really starting to make a difference, I think, before we got so caught up in stopping the Undertaking."

"I agree with Felicity," Digg said. "Just because the Glades wasn't destroyed doesn't mean that it doesn't still need help. Maybe now more than ever."

Digg's eye was caught by something over Tommy's shoulder. He balled up his napkin and tossed it on his plate.

"I told AJ that I'd pick him up from school today. He's getting out early for some reason or another. I think he's just being overprotective after last night." Digg winced as he stood from the booth.

"I didn't get to ask," Tommy said. "How are you doing?"

"I'll be fine. Nothing major was hit. I'll just be moving a bit slower for a little while."

Tommy watched as he limped past him, presumably to say goodbye to Carly, before heading out.

Felicity was studiously avoiding eye contact with them when Tommy looked over at her.

"I should be going, too," she said, dropping the fry she'd been playing with. "I need to get back to work."

Tommy reached out, grabbing her hand. "Can you give us a few more minutes?"

Oliver reached for her other hand, but she pulled both of them into her lap.

"Felicity?" Oliver asked, the hurt evident in his voice.

She blinked and then looked at them each in turn. With a steady voice, she said, "There isn't going to be a repeat of last night."

Tommy and Oliver blinked several times and exchanged looks with each other before turning back to her.

"What happened to change your mind?" Tommy asked.

"Did you not have a good time?" Oliver asked.

Felicity's expression softened. "It's not that I didn't have fun. I did. With both of you, but…"

"But what?" Oliver pressed.

"Growing up, I watched my mom date all of these different men. If 'date' is even the right word for it. She never had a relationship that lasted more than a few weeks, but she liked sex. A lot. She's never been afraid to talk to me about sex and encouraged me to date so that I could know how great sex could be. But the thing is, it was always just sex for her. She never let herself get attached. I'm not like her. I get attached."

She took a deep breath and smiled sadly.

"I care about you. Both of you. You've been very honest with me from the beginning that you're just looking for occasional sex from me. And as much fun as it was last night - probably the best sex I've ever had, to be honest - I am at risk for caring more than I should. Don't worry, I'm not there yet, but if we continued to sleep together, even only once in a while, I know myself well enough to know that I could fall in love with you guys, and, if you're not going to reciprocate then I'm going to stop now to avoid the heartbreak."

Tommy and Oliver looked at each other and Tommy felt like a cad. He'd suspected Felicity had a heart that was too big for her own good, and it looked like he was right. That big heart of hers couldn't let her have a casual sexual relationship. Something he couldn't blame her for. She deserved to be in a loving relationship where she got everything she needed from a partner. He certainly wasn't going to stand in the way of that.

At Oliver's slight nod, Tommy said, "Thank you for being honest with us. I can't say we're not disappointed, but we understand."

"We want what's best for you, Felicity," Oliver added. "And since it won't be with us, we want you to be open to finding it with someone who you can fall in love with, who will love you the way you deserve to be loved."

Felicity sniffled, tears shining in her eyes behind her glasses. She reached for their hands then, squeezing them. "Thank you for understanding."

"And in the meantime, if you ever need or want to have some hot, naked, fun with a couple of friends, you know who to call," Tommy offered, smirking.

Felicity hiccupped and laughed, wiping her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind. Now I really do need to get back to the office."

She scooted out of the booth and leaned across to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before scampering out the door.

"And then there were two," Tommy said, turning to Oliver. "I don't know about you, but I could use a nap."

"I'm afraid that's going to have to wait," Oliver said and signaled for the bill. Carly came over a few seconds later. Oliver pulled out his wallet but she waved him off.

"You can put that away. John took care of it already," she told them.

"He shouldn't have done that," Oliver griped.

"He said you'd say that, which is why he did it. I don't know what you guys got up to last night, but he was feeling generous, despite having come out of it with several stab wounds and bruises," Carly ranted.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not in much better shape myself," Oliver said, encouraging Tommy out of the booth and then standing himself.

"It does," Carly said, smiling, before returning to the counter.

Oliver left a generous tip on the table and led Tommy out and to the car, tossing him the keys as they approached it.

"Where to if not home?" Tommy asked.

"Verdant," Oliver said. "We've still got a club in the Glades to run. I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of people out tonight who are celebrating being alive, now that the panic is over."

"And you're hoping Thea will come?" Tommy guessed, heading towards the club.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. "So what did the Board of Directors want?"

"To make me CEO," Tommy said.

Oliver laughed, but then sobered when Tommy didn't join in. "You're not kidding."

"I'm not kidding," Tommy said.

"But you only worked there for a few weeks," Oliver stated.

"I know. It's one of the things I pointed out to them. We all agreed that it was in their best interest for me not to take over the company," Tommy said.

"Then why did they even offer it to you?" Oliver asked.

"Apparently it was my father's wish that should anything happen to him that I take over," Tommy said with a shrug. "I don't think that he expected that to happen so soon."

"So who's going to do it?" Oliver asked.

"The Senior VP," Tommy said. "Also, I quit."

"How did you quit? You never really worked there," Oliver said.

"They didn't know that," Tommy said. "I told them that I was going back to managing the hottest club in the city."

"I'm glad you're back," Oliver said, capturing Tommy's hand. "I was just starting to get used to having you around all the time when you suddenly had to spend most of your days somewhere else."

"Well, now I'm all yours," Tommy said, pulling into his usual spot behind Verdant and turning off the car.

"You always were," Oliver said, trailing his hand up Tommy's arm to grasp the back of his neck and pull him closer.

"Ain't that the truth," Tommy breathed against Oliver's lips before sealing their mouths together in a heated kiss.

The End

Coda
Tags: arrow fic, fic:trying to find the truth, tommy merlyn/felicity smoak/oliver queen, tommy merlyn/oliver queen
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