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Fic: Trying to Find the Truth 5/9 (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 / ~5,500 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 5
Author's Note: Takes place during 1x22 (Darkness on the Edge of Town). Some dialogue borrowed from episode.

Tommy nervously sat in his office, straightening the file folders on his desk for the eighth time as he watched the clock slowly move closer to 11:30. It was only 10am now.

He'd made sure to get to the office on time so that he could swing by security to greet the new guard. When they'd shaken hands in greeting Tommy had passed Digg the card that would get Felicity in the restricted elevator as well as into the server room. When they shook goodbye, Digg had slipped him a comm, which he immediately placed in his ear.

Oliver was supposed to drop Felicity off at Big Belly Burger to pick up the delivery outfit and to borrow their car used for deliveries.

Tommy had mostly tuned out their chatter as they prepared to leave the lair. With all of them out in the field today, they were going to have to use the mute buttons on the actual devices if they didn't want anyone to hear what they were saying. If they remembered to do so.

Tommy jolted in his seat when he heard Felicity screech, "What is that?"

"It's my bike," Oliver answered. "You've seen my bike before."

"And you expect me to ride it?" she asked, sounding slightly hysterical.

"You asked me to drop you at Big Belly," Oliver reminded her, clearly not understanding the problem.

"In a car! I assumed you'd drive if you knew you'd be having a passenger," Felicity said.

"I brought an extra helmet. Here." Tommy assumed that Oliver was holding out a helmet to Felicity and could imagine the horror that must have been on her face. "It's perfectly safe."

"I've seen you crash," she pointed out.

"Only when being chased by bad guys," Oliver reminded her. "That's not going to happen today."

Tommy heard some rustling and Oliver's voice was a bit distorted when he spoke again. He must have put his own helmet on.

"Trust me," Oliver implored.

"I do."

Tommy heard Felicity take a deep breath and let it out before he heard the same rustling as she must have finally put on her helmet. There were other noises and then the roar of an engine.

"Hey, Felicity," Oliver said.

"Hmm?" Felicity murmured.

"Hold onto me tight."

"I imagined you saying that under different circumstances," Felicity muttered, then quickly added, "Very platonic circumstances."

Tommy burst out laughing, grateful he'd muted his comm hours ago. If he'd had any doubt about Felicity wanting Oliver, it was gone now. Hopefully Oliver would believe him now too.

"Ready?" Oliver asked, engine revving.

"Uh-huh," Felicity agreed before the bike clearly took off.

Tommy wished he could have been there to see Felicity holding on tightly to Oliver from the back of his bike. They'd look beautiful together. That's not the only way they'd be beautiful together, he mused.

Tommy let his thoughts drift until he finally heard Oliver and Felicity both report that they had arrived on the premises. Digg made a grunt of acknowledgement and Tommy unmuted his comm to say, "Good luck."

"Hi. Oliver Queen. I have an 11:30 with Tommy Merlyn," Oliver said at the security check-in.

A moment later he heard Felicity say, "I have a super deluxe Big Belly Buster for a Mr. Andrews. I think he's in security. He a good tipper?" Way to sell it, Tommy thought.

"You can go on up, Mr. Queen," the security guard said to Oliver, then told Felicity, "You can wait a second."

"New guy, you order food?" the guard in with Digg asked.

Digg confirmed, "Yeah, I'm addicted to Big Belly Burger."

"Never had it," the other guard admitted.

"I'll split it with you." Tommy could hear the smirk in his voice.

The first guard must have waved Felicity back because the next thing Tommy heard was Digg telling her to "Keep the change." The 'change' being the passcard.

The plan was for Oliver to ride up with Felicity and then double back to his office once she made it into the server room.

The elevator dinged and Tommy wished that Felicity could have hacked into the security feed from his computer so he could watch their progress.

"Hold that," a voice called out. "Where you heading, sweetie?"

"19th Floor?" Felicity answered, clearly not interested.

"Too bad, I'm going to 13." There was the sound of papers falling. "Damn it!"

"What was that?" Tommy asked.

"That man's folders flew out of his hands before the elevator doors closed," Felicity informed him.

Ignoring the question, Oliver asked, "Mr. Andrews got his lunch?"

"One belly buster with benzodiazepine. Hold the mayo," she said.

"Sleep tight," Digg said to the unconscious security guard. "Mainframe's on 25, guys. Coast looks clear."

"Come on," Oliver said when the elevator dinged again, signaling their arrival on floor 25. "Security patrol's on a ten minute cycle. I'll have my meeting with Tommy and be back in nine, ok?"

"Okay," Felicity agreed, using Tommy's card and code to enter the server room.

"Digg, you got eyes on her?" Oliver confirmed as he headed down the stairs to Tommy's floor.

"Five by five," he agreed.

"Sure beats the back of a bar," Oliver said, entering Tommy's office.

Tommy stood and pulled Oliver into a hug. He made a show of muting his comm and waited for Oliver to do the same.

"I've been so nervous all morning," Tommy admitted, running his hands down Oliver's arms.

"It's a solid plan," Oliver calmly told him. "We're all good." He caught Tommy's restless hands in his and gave them a squeeze. "Now tell me what happened with Laurel."

Tommy winced. "While telling her that we were together now, I may have let it slip that we used to sleep together in the past, too."

Oliver groaned. "I'm guessing she did not take that well."

Unconsciously, Tommy raised a hand to his cheek. "No, she did not."

"She hit you?" Oliver growled, his hand covering Tommy's.

Tommy shrugged. "I had just admitted to possibly being one of the people you cheated on her with. You can probably expect the same the next time you see her."

"You're probably right," Oliver agreed. He pulled their hands away from Tommy's cheek before bending to press a kiss along his jaw. Tommy sighed with pleasure and tilted his head to give Oliver better access.

Digg's voice interrupted them. "Guys, you got trouble."

"What?!" Felicity yelped.

"Felicity's about to have some ahead of schedule company," Digg relayed.

"I'm not there yet on the download," Felicity said, panicking.

"Hold tight, I'm on my way," Oliver said after he unmuted his comm, kissing Tommy quickly on his way out.

"Oliver." Tommy felt a shiver of fear at the sound of that voice.

"Mr. Merlyn," Oliver greeted him, using his fake cheerful voice.

"I must say, I'm surprised to see you here," Malcolm said. Tommy had told him that he'd left the club on bad terms, after all.

Smoothly, Oliver said, "Tommy and I just had a little unfinished business."

"Ahh," Malcolm acknowledged, "I know things have been challenging between you two, but I trust you're working things out."

Tommy smirked to himself. Things were working out rather well between them, thank you very much.

Digg urgently called, "Felicity!"

"Just a few more seconds," Felicity said.

"Yes," Oliver agreed, trying to get away to get to Felicity. "I'm sorry, I have to go. There are some investors waiting for me back at the club."

"I'm heading out to a meeting myself. I'll walk you down to the lobby," Malcolm offered.

"She's going to get made, Oliver," Digg frantically called out. "Oliver, did you hear me?! Felicity!"

"What?" she snapped. "Just a few more seconds! Come on, come on, come on."

"You don't have a few more seconds," Digg insisted.

Tommy heard the computer beep.

"Yes!" Felicity exclaimed. "Wow, I really do do that." Tommy wondered if she had pumped her fist. He guessed she had.

"Damn it, Oliver, she's in trouble, where are you?" Digg asked.

"My dad caught him on his way down," Tommy said. "I'm coming now."

"Too late," Digg said, sounding like he was running. "Stay put and don't blow your cover."

A guard must have found Felicity as a new voice said, "This is a restricted area. Let's see some ID."

"ID? Um…" Felicity stalled.

"Tell your mother I said hello," Malcolm said to Oliver and Tommy knew how much it took Oliver to reply politely to that.

"I will," he promised. To the team he said, "Got held up. Heading back upstairs."

"Ollie?" Tommy thought he heard Thea's voice through Oliver's comm. Oh shit.

"Thea? What are you doing here?" Oliver asked.

"I, uh, just saw Tommy," she flawlessly said.

"She's lying," Tommy said. "Thea's never been up to my office."

"Yeah, me too," Oliver said, distracted by both Tommy's commentary and what was happening between Felicity and Digg. "I'm going to run back up, I don't want to be late."

"Oh, I thought you just came down," Thea pointed out.

"There you are!" Digg said. "Thanks a lot, man, this one snuck past security. One of Merlyn junior's bimbos. She's pissed he never called her back."

"Hey!" Tommy objected.

"Copy that. I read the tabloids," the other guard said.

"Yeah. Thanks again," Digg told the guard. "Let's go, Barbie. Your new last name ain't going to be Merlyn."

Tommy's heart fluttered slightly at that thought. Felicity Merlyn had a nice ring to it.

Felicity did a passable impression of a rabid bimbo as she played along. "But I love him! He's my man!" Tommy could hear her laughter as they must have cleared the other guard. "You're my knight in shining armor."

Tommy listened as Oliver tried to get Thea and her friend Roy to leave, worried that she was helping him to track down the Hood. Even knowing that it was Oliver she was looking for didn't ease his concern. He could understand Oliver trying to keep him out of his Hood business now that Tommy wanted to do the same for Thea.

"I'm clear," Felicity said and Tommy released the breath he'd been holding. "I'm heading back to Big Belly to return the car and uniform before I dig into the information I downloaded."

"Finally got rid of Thea," Oliver reported. "Tommy, Digg, you guys finish out your day here and meet us at the club after work. Felicity, I'll pick you up at Big Belly."

"You don't want us there sooner?" Tommy asked, wondering how he was going to make it another five hours.

"It's going to take me some time to go through everything," Felicity admitted. "I don't know if I'll even have anything useful by then. You may as well keep busy rather than sit around watching me on the computer."


By mid-afternoon, Tommy had distracted himself with enough work so that he wasn't constantly thinking about everything that could have gone wrong that morning. More wrong.

In fact, he was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't realize there was someone in his office until a throat was cleared. He jerked and looked up, surprised to see his father's smiling face watching him.

"It brings me great pleasure to see you so dedicated to your work here," Malcolm said.

Tommy stood and moved from behind his desk. "I told you that I was looking for a serious job," he said, unsure of why his father was there.

Malcolm turned to look out the window before casually saying, "I saw Oliver was here earlier."

Of course, Tommy knew this, but had to pretend he didn't know about their chance meeting in the hallway.

"Oh?" he commented. "Yes, he somehow managed to get on my calendar for this morning. I'll have to have a word with Danielle about who she sets up meetings for me with."

"So you weren't happy to see him?" Malcolm pressed.

Tommy wasn't sure how to answer. He wasn't sure what answer his father was looking for. A part of him wanted to just tell him the truth. Tell him that he and Oliver were together now; but to do so would jeopardize his cover, and he couldn't risk that just yet. Just because Felicity had been able to hack the mainframe didn't mean he couldn't still prove useful just by being there.

So he lied.

"Not in the least," Tommy said, injecting as much venom as possible into his voice.

Malcolm finally looked at him then. "Oliver seemed to be happy to see you."

"Oliver was the one who snuck onto my schedule without my knowledge," Tommy pointed out. "He's trying to win back my friendship. He should know that that bridge has been burned."

"You two were always so close," Malcolm mused. "I didn't ask before, but I think it's time that I did. What happened between the two of you?"

"Oliver happened," Tommy ground out. "He's still in love with Laurel."

"But she was with you. Aren't you the one who foolishly ended that relationship?" Malcolm pressed.

"I did, because I knew that if she thought she could have Oliver back that she would leave me. I wasn't going to stick around and wait for her to dump me for my former best friend. I have more respect for myself than that."

"I'm glad to hear that," Malcolm said. "Laurel was too much of a bleeding heart, like your mother. That job of hers is going to get her killed one day, and I'm glad you won't have to be there to see it happen. You need to find a woman who wouldn't even think about setting foot in the Glades."

Or a man, Tommy thought. Although his man spent most of his time in the Glades; and he couldn't be prouder.

"I couldn't agree with you more," Tommy said instead, smiling for all he was worth, thinking about how satisfying it was going to be when they brought this elitist son of a bitch down.

"I'll let you return to your work," Malcolm said, heading for the door. Before departing, he turned back to add, "And don't forget the first rule of business."

"Always have a backup in place," Tommy finished.


Tommy was the last to arrive at Verdant that evening and Felicity was already filling the other guys in as he descended the stairs. He tried not to let himself get distracted by Oliver having his shirtsleeves rolled up as he joined the group.

"In addition to the download, I also took the liberty of uploading a trojan to Merlyn's system. Figured it might come in handy."

"That's smart," Digg commented. "If Merlyn thinks he's been compromised, it'll help if we know first."

"Can you locate the seismic device?" Oliver asked.

"I'm working on it. But there's at least a terabyte of data to go through," Felicity said.

They all watched as Oliver paced over to the trunk he'd brought back from Lian Yu.

Finally, Tommy asked. "You all right?"

"My father, he told me that he failed the city. Asked me to right his wrongs, but I never knew what he meant until now." He picked up the battered notebook. "It's the Undertaking. I promised myself that when I crossed all these names off the list, I'd be done, but, taking down these people, it doesn't honor him. I was just treating the symptoms while the disease festered. I stop the Undertaking; I wipe out the disease."

"What are you saying, Oliver? You would hang up the Hood?" Digg asked.

"Merlyn's plan is what I returned from the island to stop," Oliver said with conviction. A look of determination settled over his face and Oliver grabbed Tommy's hand as he headed towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Digg called after them.

"Out," Oliver tossed over his shoulder.

"Where are we going?" Tommy asked once they were in Oliver's car.

"Your place," Oliver said, gunning the engine. "I realized something and I wanted some privacy."

"You could just tell me now," Tommy cajoled.

"Not while I'm driving," Oliver said, reaching over to squeeze Tommy's thigh.

Ignoring the thrill that squeeze sent through his body, Tommy said, "Then I'll tell you about my afternoon." He took a deep breath. "My father stopped by to see me to ask why you had come to my office."

Oliver's brows furrowed. "But I told him we had unfinished business."

"I guess he was concerned about what that unfinished business was," Tommy said, shrugging. "I told him it was about Laurel."

"You didn't tell him about us?" Oliver asked.

Tommy shook his head. "I wanted to. Believe me, I really wanted to; but no, I'll save that for when we no longer need my cover."

"Then why do you think he cared?"

"You don't think he knows about Felicity's trojan, do you?" Tommy asked, grasping Oliver's hand. "If he does, maybe he thought you had something to do with it."

"Felicity's good, she wouldn't make it so easy to be found," Oliver said, confidently.

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked, nervous. His father could be vicious if he thought someone was trying to steal from him.

"I'm sure. I trust her," Oliver said.

"Or is it just that you like having her hold onto you tight?" Tommy teased, deciding to let it go for now.

Oliver groaned. "You heard that?"

"You bet I did. Do you still doubt that she wants you?" Tommy asked, laughing.

"No," Oliver admitted. "And I can't deny that it felt good having her hold me on that ride either. If she's open to it, I'm going to stop fighting you on this."

"I told you, she'll be open to it," Tommy said. "Even if she's just tolerating me being there so she can be with you, she'll be open to it."

Oliver parked outside Tommy's building and was silent as they went inside. Oliver wasn't the most talkative of guys on a normal day, but this silence was worrying Tommy a bit.

Once inside the apartment, Oliver said, "Wow, I thought this was going to be easier to say. But now I'm standing here, looking at you, and it's--"

Tommy ran his hands down Oliver's arms. "Just say what you have to say, ok?"

"Ever since I've been back, we've been doing this dance. We come together, and then I pull away. I regress into old habits. But then I stopped running and I let you in and got more than I ever dreamed. By stopping the Undertaking--"

"What are you trying to say?" Tommy asked.

"That you know me better than anyone. And that you are more important to me than anyone. When this is over with, I want to take us public. I just hope I didn't wait too long to say it."

"You didn't," Tommy said, leaning in for a kiss. "You're right on time."

Oliver started to pull Tommy into his arms before switching tactics and reaching between them to pull at the buttons on Tommy's shirt as Tommy did the same to him, never breaking the frenetic kiss.

Once both their shirts are gone, they couldn't get close enough to the other. Hell, if he were a girl, Tommy would probably have his legs around Oliver's waist. He bet that Oliver could support him. He pushed that thought out of his head as he maneuvered Oliver towards his bedroom.

As they passed through the living room, Oliver pressed him against a window. First while their mouths were still locked together and then when Oliver turned him around to attack the back of his neck. He knew that was a particularly sensitive spot for him.

Through his haze of lust, Tommy thought he saw Laurel standing on the street beneath his window, looking up at them in horror.

Tommy closed his eyes and was about to say something to Oliver when he felt Oliver's hands open his belt and slide down his zipper. When he felt a hand wrap around his throbbing cock, his eyes shot open and Laurel was gone.

He breathed an internal sigh of relief and turned around, pushing Laurel out of his thoughts as he pushed his tongue between Oliver's lips.

He pulled back only long enough to mutter "bedroom" before reclaiming Oliver's mouth. Oliver grunted his agreement and he could feel Oliver's muscles shift as he bent to grab his ass, as if to pick him up.

Tommy broke the kiss, laughing. Grasping Oliver's hand, he pulled him towards his bedroom. "This way, big guy."

The second that Tommy stopped walking, Oliver was pressed against his back, mouth on his neck and hand down his pants. Tommy groaned and pressed into Oliver. He reached back to squeeze Oliver's ass, causing him to press even more insistently against him.

"This'll be easier without our pants on," Tommy gasped, writhing against Oliver.

"Does that mean that I have to stop touching you?" Oliver asked against his skin.

"Just for a little while."

"Don't like that plan," Oliver grumbled.

"I want you inside me when I come, Oliver," Tommy panted, "and that's not going to happen if you keep this up."

Oliver's brain must have short circuited because he froze. Tommy took the opportunity to reluctantly pull Oliver's hand away from his very eager cock and turn around.

He stroked the scruff on Oliver's jaw until the other man came back to himself. "You still with me, buddy?" Tommy asked.

Oliver's mouth descended to devour his. Tommy reciprocated, holding Oliver's face as their tongues dueled for dominance.

They began to move closer to the bed until Tommy fell back against it. They used that forced separation to divest each other of their remaining clothing.

As Oliver climbed onto the bed, Tommy reached for the bedside table and pulled a handful of condoms and lube from the drawer.

"A bit optimistic there?" Oliver teased.

"Always," Tommy grinned, pulling Oliver over him and handing him the lube. "You remember what to do?"

Oliver swallowed and settled on his knees between Tommy's legs, looking down at Tommy lying sprawled on the bed, naked and relaxed and very hard.

"Yeah," Oliver croaked, spreading some of the lube on his fingers before stretching out over Tommy's body.

Tommy's mouth latched onto Oliver's neck as Oliver prepared him. One of his hands reached out to stroke Oliver, causing the other man to hiss with pleasure.

Unable to wait any longer, Tommy blindly reached next to him for one of the condoms and got it on Oliver with practiced ease. He stroked Oliver again with lube-covered fingers before guiding him to where he needed him.

"I think that's good enough," he panted, "Need you inside me. Now!"

"Fuck, yes," Oliver agreed, easing his fingers from Tommy's body before lining himself up and slowly pushing in.

Tommy held his breath against the initial, expected, pain, but Oliver began to stroke his cock as he worked his own slowly inside Tommy.

As his body loosened and accommodated Oliver, Tommy relaxed the death grip he'd had on Oliver's biceps, which in turn relaxed his entire body, allowing Oliver to sink fully into him.

"Yes," he sighed, eyes focusing on Oliver's face. He was wearing such a look of concentration that Tommy simply had to lean up and kiss it off of him. Oliver soon took control of the kiss as he began to move within Tommy.

Once Oliver began to rub against his prostate, Tommy's mind whited out, and he lost himself to sensation.

It was some time later that he found himself blinking his eyes open as Oliver ran a warm, damp washcloth over his chest.

"Welcome back," Oliver said, teasingly. He tossed the washcloth towards the bathroom and stretched out next to Tommy on the bed.

"What'd I miss?" Tommy groggily asked, wiping a hand over his face.

"A couple of pretty spectacular orgasms," Oliver informed him. "I'm pretty sure you passed out during yours so you completely missed mine. I don't think I've ever made someone pass out before." Oliver leaned down to kiss him.

"Don't expect that to be a regular occurrence," Tommy said, embarrassed. "I don't think I've ever passed out on someone before. I was a little overwhelmed."

Oliver pulled Tommy against his side. "C'mon, let's get some rest while we can. Felicity will call when they need us."

Tommy let Oliver's body heat and the hand trailing along his back lull him into sleep.


Tommy stirred as Oliver's phone rung. Oliver kissed his head before grabbing the phone and answering. He put it on speaker.

"What is it?" Oliver asked, settling back against Tommy.

"Felicity found the Markov device," Digg informed them. "Merlyn's keeping it at a warehouse his company owns in the Glades."

"Good. Coordinate an attack. You take the device, I'll take Merlyn. Got a location?" He warily met Tommy's eyes to make sure he was okay with this. Tommy nodded.

"Yeah. According to Felicity's trojan, Merlyn's logged on to his computer from his office."

"I'm on my way," Oliver said, ringing off.

"So this is it?" Tommy asked. "This is where you kill my father?"

Oliver turned to face Tommy. "That's not my preference. I just need to stop him any way possible; which may mean that I have to kill him. Can you live with that?"

"I guess we'll find out," Tommy said. "I can't predict how I'm going to feel if it comes to that. I'd like to think that it won't mean anything after everything we've learned about him, but emotions are tricky things. I won't know until it happens."

"I'll do my best not to kill him," Oliver promised, kissing him.

"C'mon, we better get to the Foundry," Tommy reluctantly said, rolling out of bed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To the Foundry," Tommy stated. "There is no way that I am not listening in on comms for this confrontation."

"I wasn't planning on going to the Foundry," Oliver said, trying another tactic. "My gear is in the car."

"If you don't want to drop me off then I'll take a taxi. Either way, I'm going," Tommy stood his ground.

"Fine, just hurry up," Oliver capitulated, pulling on his own clothes.


Oliver did end up dropping Tommy off, only going in long enough to change into his gear and switching the car for the Ducati.

As soon as Oliver left, Tommy pulled up a chair next to Felicity and put in the comm she'd left out for him.

"Are we going to be able to watch this time?" he asked.

"I've been trying to access the cameras in your dad's office, but I can't get in," Felicity admitted. "He is way too paranoid."

"You don't know the half of it. The floor his office is on is on a separate power grid. He has a panic room in there too," Tommy said.

"His office is on a separate power system?" Felicity asked, eagerly.

"Uh, huh," Tommy confirmed, watching as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

"No wonder I couldn't get in using my trojan," she mumbled. "He must be partitioned off from that system, only accessing the main server to back up his files."

A few minutes later Felicity pumped her fist as the interior of Malcolm Merlyn's office popped up on the screen.

"Felicity, you are a genius," Tommy beamed.

"That's what I've been saying," she agreed.

Malcolm was on the phone. He glanced at the computer screen and then stood to look out the window.

Suddenly there was sound as Oliver entered the office, bow raised and arrow notched.

"Very well, I'll be in touch," Malcolm was saying. "Can I help you? No, I wasn't talking to you." He turned to face Oliver calmly, lowering the phone.

"Malcolm Merlyn, you have failed this city."

A shiver ran down Tommy's spine hearing those words directed at his father. He knew they were true, but the little boy in him still didn't want to believe it about his daddy.

"And how have I done that?" Malcolm taunted.

"The Undertaking," Oliver prompted. "It ends now."

Digg's voice interrupted, "Oliver, the device. It's gone."

Taking aim, Oliver demanded, "Where's the device?"

Malcolm smirked, coldly. "Safe. I don't know how you got that trojan onto my system," Tommy and Felicity traded looks, "but it prompted me to take precautions. There is nothing you can do to stop what is about to happen. And you shouldn't. This city needs what is about to happen in order to survive. The people who are destroying it from the inside need to be erased from the map."

"Fine. Let's start with you." Oliver loosed an arrow. Malcolm caught it, causing both Tommy and Felicity to gasp.

"How did he do that?" Felicity asked. Tommy merely shook his head, wondering the same thing.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Malcolm mused aloud. "Last Christmas, I almost killed you. A few months ago, you saved my life. And now you're here trying to kill me. You should make up your mind."


They began to fight in earnest. Tommy was in shock. When Deadshot and the Triad had been after his father, he'd watched him kill some of those men. But this; this was different. These were the moves of a skilled fighter.

No, a skilled assassin. Like the copycat archer. What his father just said clicked into place. He was an even bigger bad guy than they'd guessed.

"He's the other archer," Tommy whispered in horror. "He killed everyone at Unidac and tried to kill Oliver last Christmas."

"What? No," Felicity said, not tearing her eyes away from the brutal fight on the screens before them.

"It makes sense if you connect the dots," Tommy said, cringing as Oliver went down hard and Malcolm kicked him repeatedly in the kidneys.

With a final punch, Malcolm knocked Oliver out.

Malcolm leaned down and pulled back the hood. "Oh, no," he gasped, echoing the words of Foundry's occupants.

It was then that they realized that they hadn't heard what Malcolm had said upon this discovery. Oliver's comm must have fallen out and been crushed during the fight.

"Digg," Felicity cried out, unmuting their comms, "He's down. Oliver's down and Malcolm knows who he is."

"Shit," Digg said. "I'm on my way back. Don't do anything until I get there."

"But my father has Oliver," Tommy protested. "He's the Dark Archer."

"Don't. Do. Anything." Digg repeated. "I'm almost there. We'll come up with a plan to get Oliver back, but do not make a move without me."

"Okay, we won't," Felicity promised. "Just hurry back."

Glancing back at the monitors, Felicity reached out as if she could stop what she was seeing. "No!"

Tommy looked back in time to see his father pick Oliver up in a fireman's carry and leave the office.

Tommy stood, pushing his chair away and headed straight for one of the training dummies. He punched it as hard as he could.

"Ow! Fuck!" he bellowed, cradling his now bruised knuckles.

Felicity rushed over to him. "Why did you do that?" she asked, examining his hand. She pulled him over to the medical area and got an ice pack for him.

"Because it was either that or burst into tears," Tommy admitted. He could still feel Oliver pressed against him, inside him, when he closed his eyes. That couldn't be it for them. It couldn't.

Felicity pulled him into a hug. It wasn't the body he wanted pressed against his right then, but Tommy would take what comfort he could get at that moment; and give what little he could.

"The tracker in his boot should still be active," she said, face pressed against his chest. "We'll find him wherever Malcolm takes him."

Tommy pulled back far enough to look down at her. A wide smile broke across his face and he bent down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

Felicity kissed him back for just a moment before pushing away from him completely, blushing furiously.

"It was a thank you kiss, nothing more," Tommy said before Felicity could get all flustered. "Mostly nothing more," he muttered too low for her to hear.

"I-I know," Felicity said, going back to her babies. "You just caught me by surprise."

Digg burst into the room then, running down the stairs. "What's this about surprise kisses? You know what, I don't want to know. Felicity, where are you at with the tracker?"

"They're still on the move," she said.

"How you holding up, man?" Digg asked Tommy, eyeing the ice pack on his hand.

"My father is a super villain and he has beaten up and taken my boyfriend who knows where. I've been better," Tommy snarked.

Digg rested a hand on his shoulder. "We'll find him. Felicity will track him down and then I'll go get him. This isn't over."

"No, it's not," Tommy agreed. Even if he had to take one of Digg's guns and confront his father himself, this was far from over.

Chapter 6
Tags: arrow fic, fic:trying to find the truth, tommy merlyn/felicity smoak/oliver queen, tommy merlyn/oliver queen

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