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 / ~3,015 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 2x13 (Heir to the Demon). Some dialogue borrowed from the episode.
Tommy found it a bit surreal to be standing in a room full of Moira Queen for Mayor signs when nine months ago she had been arrested for conspiracy to commit an act of domestic terrorism.
He'd stood by Oliver's side throughout Moira's trial, sitting beside him whenever court was in session. He'd been there when Moira confessed to having had a brief affair with his father shortly after his mom died.
Tommy looked to where Oliver was talking with Digg and Felicity and his heart swelled. Their relationship was stronger than ever. Oliver had officially moved in with him six months ago and they had settled into a comfortable routine.
Oliver had reluctantly stepped into the CEO role at Queen Consolidated during his mother's trial. Despite his arguments that he wasn't suited for the job, Moira had convinced him that a Queen should be at the helm and she would advise him as needed. Oliver in turn had dragged Felicity along as his Executive Assistant. A job change she was not happy about.
Tommy still managed Verdant and had brought Thea in as his assistant manager when she begged for a job the summer after she graduated high school. She'd insisted that college wasn't for her, going so far as using Oliver as an example of being successful without a Bachelor's degree. And with her came Roy.
Roy, who was now part of the team. He'd still been relentlessly trying to find out who the Arrow, as Oliver was now calling his alter-ego, was. After he'd been injected with mirakuru, the team kept a close watch on him and recently Oliver needed to reveal himself to Roy after he'd followed him into a fight. He was eager to learn from Oliver, but had a quick temper.
Focusing back on the present, Tommy moved next to Oliver, squeezing his shoulder in greeting as Digg said, "I'm on it," and left.
Before Tommy could ask what that had been about, Moira and Thea joined them.
"Oliver, Tommy," she greeted them warmly, then a little cooler added, "Felicity."
"Hi," Oliver said to his mother and then to Thea, "hi."
"Ohh," Moira sighed. "Well, I haven't been this nervous since my wedding day. Both of them." She laughed nervously.
"Moira, it's time," her campaign advisor said, interrupting. "Oliver, are you ready to introduce your mother?"
"With pride," he said, beaming. Moira turned to go the dais, giving Felicity a cold look that Felicity echoed before turning away.
"Felicity?" Oliver asked as they followed her. "Fe-li-ci-ty. What is going on with you? And don't say--"
"Nothing," Felicity interrupted him.
"Don't say 'nothing.' The truth, please."
"Might have noticed that I talk a lot," she said, looking between them.
"It has not escaped my attention," Oliver agreed.
"You might have also noticed that I don't talk a lot about my family," she added.
"We have noticed that," Tommy said.
"My mother is... She's... She's my mother. And, I don't really know what my father is, 'cause he abandoned us. I barely remember him. But I do remember... How much it hurt when he left. And just the thought of losing someone that important to me again…" she trailed off, obviously conflicted.
"Hey. You're not going to lose me," Oliver said, resting his hands on her biceps.
"Us," Tommy corrected, replacing one of Oliver's hands.
"Whatever it is that's bothering you... Is it about your family?" Oliver asked.
"No. It's about yours. Both of yours," she said, meeting Oliver's eyes and then Tommy's. "Do you remember that I had been looking into some things for Walter before he was kidnapped last year?"
"I remember," Oliver confirmed.
"One of them was a company called Tempest that turned out to be your mother's. I won't go into the details, but recently an embedded account alert I'd left on it notified me of a large wire transfer to Starling National Bank."
"I don't see the problem," Tommy said.
Felicity licked her lips. "Last night I went to see Mrs. Queen, to confront her about the transfer. I figured it out, you see. The danger of being a curious genius. I couldn't let it be. I wanted to give her the opportunity to tell you herself, but she said that she wouldn't tell you and she said that I wouldn't tell you either because you'd never speak to me again..." She stopped to choke back a sob.
"Felicity, you're scaring me. Nothing can be so terrible that I would stop speaking to you because you told me the truth," Oliver promised, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"The money went to the obstetrician who delivered Thea, one year after Moira had an affair with Malcolm Merlyn." She waited for that information to sink in. "Malcolm is Thea's father."
"Thea's my half-sister," Tommy whispered, grabbing onto Oliver for support as his world just turned upside down.
Felicity nodded. "I don't know how she managed to keep it secret during the trial, but I'm guessing that she was afraid that this would get dredged up during the election so she paid for the doctor's silence."
Oliver had remained silent, his body having stiffened along with his facial expression as he shut down.
Sound rushed back in around Tommy, who felt like the three of them had been in a sound-proof bubble for the past few minutes.
Walter was at the podium preparing to introduce Oliver. "I say this with confidence. Because the Moira Queen that I know is more than a successful CEO and philanthropist. She is a loving mother who has devoted her life to raising two wonderful children. Just to tell you how special she is, I'd like to welcome her son. CEO of Queen Consolidated, Mr. Oliver Queen."
Oliver turned stiffly, giving Tommy's hand a quick squeeze as he mechanically moved to the dais. Tommy and Felicity watched him nervously.
Oliver blew out a breath before he began to speak.
"Thank you. Well, I'm here today to say a few words about Moira Queen. I bet many of you think that you know her, because you read about her in the press, or you saw her on TV. But I can promise you; you don't know my mother." Tommy held his breath. He hoped that he was the only one who could hear the anger underneath the words. "You don't know her like I do. And you don't know what she's capable of…" Oliver seemed to push past his emotions and was able to bring some energy to his speech. "When it comes to helping the people of Starling City. Ladies and gentlemen, my mother, Moira Queen."
Oliver leaned over to whisper something in Moira's ear under the guise of kissing her cheek, but Tommy could only guess what it was.
Moira looked a little flustered but quickly recovered as she stepped up to the microphone. "Thank you! Thank you, Starling City."
Oliver stepped down from the dais and returned to them. "Let's get out of here," he growled, leading the way.
They walked Felicity to her car and assured her that they weren't angry with her. Oliver squeezed her hand. "I promise, we're good."
Tommy pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Felicity. As much as it's a shock, it's a really good one. I've always thought of her that way and now it's true."
Felicity sniffed and wiped at her eyes as she pulled back. "Okay. Okay. I'll see you back at the Foundry. I just need to make one stop on the way."
He and Oliver were silent for most of the drive back to the Foundry, each lost in their own thoughts about what this revelation meant.
Thea was his sister, was the thought that kept running through Tommy's head. He had a sister. He'd always been envious of Oliver's relationship with Thea growing up, having longed for a sibling to play with during those long and lonely years after his mom died. He'd always pretended that Thea was his sister too, and now it was real.
Of course, that also meant that she was Malcolm's daughter. If his father knew about this, then he would try to claim her. He was a selfish and greedy bastard and would want to stamp his name on Thea like she was his property. Tommy often daydreamed that he and Oliver were already married just so that he could change his last name so that he no longer would be associated with that psychopath.
"We should talk about this," Tommy said as they descended into the basement.
"We will," Oliver promised, "but we need to help Sara find her mom first. Then I'll confront my mom."
"I'm coming with you," Tommy demanded. "This involves me, too. She's my sister, too." Tommy had to blink back tears as his emotions nearly overwhelmed him saying it out loud.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Tommy, pulling him into his chest. "Yeah, I guess she is."
"We have to tell her," Tommy insisted.
"Tommy," Oliver objected. "I don't know if that's a smart idea. If your father found out…"
"I'm not saying we announce it to the world," Tommy said. "But she needs to know the truth. You know how she feels about lies, and she'll know if we start acting differently towards her. Which we will. Not on purpose, but we're always going to see her as Malcolm's daughter now. Also, she needs to know what she's up against if he ever does learn the truth."
"She just barely started speaking to our mother again. How can I ruin that relationship by telling her this?" Oliver asked.
"Has this news ruined your relationship with your mother?" Tommy asked.
"Yes," Oliver snarled. "After everything that I learned about her last year, this is just the final straw. After we confront her, I'm done with her."
"Thea deserves the chance to make that same choice," Tommy insisted. "Look at it this way, if we don't tell her and she finds out later that we knew and didn't say anything, she'll hate us more for it."
Oliver sagged. "You're right. When did you get to know my little sister so well, anyway?"
"Our little sister," Tommy corrected him. "I guess it was while you were dead. I was still around for her during those five years and watched as she grew into the snarky and stubborn woman she is now."
"Alright, we'll tell her, but not tonight," Oliver finally agreed.
Moira was watching a newscast of her speech when they entered the room at Queen Manor.
"I know we need to talk," Moira said, turning the television off.
"You need to listen," Oliver insisted. "For the past year, I have stood by your side. And I have fought, because I wanted to believe that you weren't this... Monster. And I needed to believe that I still had a mother."
"You do, Oliver--" she was quick to protest. "Oliver, I only lied about Thea to protect her from Malcolm."
"No, you lied because that is what you do. And that is who you are, Mom. Lies."
"What about me?" Tommy demanded. "Did she need protection from me?"
Moira reached for Tommy but he stepped back, closer to Oliver. "Of course not. You two were always so close, as close as real siblings, so that I didn't think anything needed to be said. You already had that relationship, what difference would telling you have made?"
"When I was feeling like I had no family that loved me, it would have made all the difference in the world," Tommy admitted.
"You will not make a liar out of me. Thea needs to be told about Merlyn. He is still out there, somewhere, and she needs to know just how dangerous he is so that she can protect herself."
"We can protect her. She doesn't need to know," Moira practically begged.
"As of right now, we have no relationship. Publicly, I will support your campaign. But privately; you and I are done."
"Oliver. Tommy." They left without another word as Moira called after them, "Oliver!"
The next afternoon, Tommy watched Thea as she re-stocked the bar. "Hey, Thea, can you come up here for a minute?" he called down to her.
"Sure thing, boss," Thea called back, wiping her hands on a rag and climbing the stairs. "What's up?"
"Let's talk in my office," Tommy suggested, gesturing towards the open door.
Oliver was waiting inside, looking serious.
"Am I being fired?" Thea nervously asked. "You can't be telling me that you're getting married, not with Oliver wearing that look on his face."
"Speedy," Oliver admonished her. She stuck her tongue out at him and Tommy's heart clenched at the natural sibling interaction. God, how he wished he'd been able to have that actual relationship with Thea instead of the pseudo one they'd grown up with.
"This isn't about work," Tommy said.
"And this isn't about our relationship," Oliver added. "I think you should sit down."
"What's going on?" Thea asked, sitting on the couch. Tommy and Oliver sat so both could face her - Oliver on the couch and Tommy on the coffee table. "And do you know why mom was acting so weird this morning?"
"She was?" Oliver asked. "What did she say?"
"Just that she wanted to make sure I knew that she loved me," Thea said. "Kinda freaked me out. She was super intense about it."
"It has to do with something she doesn't want to come to light during the election," Oliver said.
"We learned something yesterday, something that she has been hiding for many years," Tommy said. "Something that affects all of us."
Thea braced herself. "Tell me already, you're making me nervous."
"What we found out is that you're not just my sister, but you're also Tommy's," Oliver said as gently as he could.
Thea scrunched her face up in confusion. "Well, of course Tommy's always been like a brother to me."
"Not like a brother," Tommy said. "It turns out that I'm your half-brother."
"But that would mean--" Thea stood up, her confusion quickly turning to anger. "Malcolm Merlyn is my father?"
Tommy and Oliver shot to their feet. "I'm afraid so," Tommy said.
"That lying bitch," Thea fumed. "I always suspected there was more to her relationship with Malcolm than she let on. No matter how many times she denied it, I knew she was lying about something."
"We don't think she had a long-term affair with him," Oliver said. "We do believe that it was just that time she mentioned during her trial. I'm embarrassed that we didn't figure it out sooner, given the timing of the affair."
"So I'm the child of a psychotic murderer and a liar," Thea spat. "That doesn't give me much hope."
"Hey, don't say that," Oliver rushed to say.
"At least you weren't raised by the psychotic murderer," Tommy offered. "Not all of us can say that. You are free from the weight of having his last name."
Thea's eyes widened as the other part of this news dawned on her. "You're my brother!"
She threw herself at Tommy, wrapping her arms around him. Tommy gratefully hugged her back. This was what he had been waiting for.
"Oh, God, I tried to kiss you," Thea blurted out, stepping back.
"Bet you're glad that I stopped you now," Tommy said, relaxing and slipping an arm around Oliver's waist. Oliver's arm came up around his shoulders.
Looking a little lost, Thea asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Whatever you want," Oliver said. "While Malcolm is on the run now, it doesn't mean that he won't discover the truth one day and come for you. We wanted you to be prepared in case that day ever came."
"What about her?" Thea spat.
"It's up to you," Tommy said. "Confront her and see what she has to say for herself."
"She'll just tell me more lies," Thea said.
"Then don't say anything to her," Oliver suggested. "We just wanted you to know the truth from people who love and support you, no matter what."
"Thank you," Thea said, her words heavy with gratitude. "Thank you for not lying to me about who I am."
"Who you are has not changed," Tommy insisted. "You are the same amazing young woman you were an hour ago. All that's changed is that you've gained a brother who already loves you."
"We are one fucked up family," Thea said. "My two brothers are screwing each other and I used to have a crush on one of them."
"At least Tommy and I aren't related too, 'cause then we'd really be in trouble," Oliver pointed out.
"What do you say to all of us taking the night off, going back to our place and watching movies?" Tommy suggested. "We can leave Roy in charge."
"Say there will be wine and I'm in," Thea agreed.
"I think you're too young for me to say that," Oliver teased. "But I'm pretty sure there is wine in the apartment."
"Don't make me regret saying yes," Thea said. "I better go call Roy in early. Meet you downstairs." She paused at the doorway and looked at them over her shoulder. "I'm going to be okay."
Once she had left the room, Tommy let out a sigh of relief. "She took that better than I expected."
"Give her a day or two," Oliver said. "She'll get more upset once she's had some time to process."
"When do you think we should tell her our other news?" Tommy asked, wrapping his arms around Oliver.
Oliver smiled and returned the embrace. "We can tell her to cheer her up after she blows up at my mom."
Tommy met Oliver in a soft kiss that soon became heated. Oliver had just slipped his tongue past Tommy's lips when Thea's voice called up to them to hurry up.
"I can't wait to be Tommy Queen," Tommy said.
Oliver groaned his agreement as he stole another quick kiss. "I do like the sound of that."