There was a blast and that was enough to capture the attention of two Chinese fishermen. As the boat began to make its way towards Lian Yu, a man with overgrown black hair said, "You always had a flare for dramatics, didn't you?"

"Shut up Merlyn!" Oliver Queen said through gritted teeth, but the excitement and anticipation in his voice was hard to miss.

Tommy Merlyn, his partner in crime scoffed, "Please. You wouldn't survive on this hell without me."

Oliver looked up at the man with a roll of eyes and said, "Run. This will be the last time you set foot on this island again."

Picking up his bow, Oliver said, "I bet I can race you up to the shore."

"Two billionaire boys, Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn were found alive on a small island in North China Sea. The two boys were aboard the Queen's Gambit that sunk five years ago, taking seven people with them. Oliver Queen is the son of Robert Queen, the major businessman of Starling City who is officially confirmed dead. Tommy Merlyn is the son of Malcolm Merlyn, the head of Merlyn Global."

"20% of his body is covered in scar tissue. Second degree burns on his back and his arms. X-ray shows a least twelve fractures that never properly healed."

Moira Queen stands straight and looks at her son's back. She had not seen him for years. And yet, when the moment had finally come to speak to him, her hand sweats and her body shakes.

She turned to face the doctor. "Has he said anything about what happened?"

The doctor stiffened. "No. He has barely said anything."

Moira turns to look back at her son.

"Moira, I would like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver you lost might not be the one they found."

But Moira hardly listened. She pushes the door open and walks up to her son. Enough distance between them if e wants to go away and close enough if he wants to talk to her.

"Oliver?"

He turned and her breath stopped. He looked exactly like before, except he did not have that ridiculous haircut anymore!

"Mom."

And just like that, a mother hugged her son after years.

"15% of his body is covered in burns and scar tissues. I doubt there is any part which is not hurt on his body. There are more fractures in his body than I would like to say."

Malcolm Merlyn looked at the frame of his son.

His son.

When Rebecca had died, Malcolm had left this very son to go and do something to take revenge for his wife. His plans were elaborate and well made.

And then five years ago, his son was gone.

Malcolm learnt a lot then and one of the things was: cherish what you have.

"Has he said anything? What happened, what does he need?"

The doctor shook his head. "He has barely spoken. He only spoke to Mr Queen."

Malcolm nodded in understanding.

"Malcolm," the doctor said, "Survivors have a very different life. The man standing there may as well not be your son."

Malcolm did not pay heed to him. E opened the door and walked in the room. He was not walking slowly-he had no intention of creeping up to his son on the first day of is return.

He gently placed his hand on his son's shoulder. He felt Tommy's body relax and the young man turned around.

"Hey Dad."

Malcolm did not waste a second to pull him in an embrace. Tommy was is son and a proof that Rebecca once existed. He was not going to lose his son again. Never again.

"Much has changed since the two of you disappeared." Moira said, looking at the rear view mirror and seeing a passive Oliver and an interested Tommy.

Malcolm smiled and stopped on the red light. "We have a Black President."

"That's new." Tommy said with a grin. "What do you say Ollie?"

"What happened on Lost?" he asked, looking at Tommy with a devilish smirk. Moira and Malcolm couldn't place it but it seemed like a secret joke between the boys.

"That show you watched?" Moira said. "I think everyone died, didn't they Malcolm."

"Yes Moira." Malcolm said, starting the car and moving again. "There was not one survivor I think."

"Funny how real life's different." Oliver muttered and again looking out of the window.

Tommy rolled his eyes and hit Oliver hard in his stomach. The man did not even flinch. Both Moira and Malcolm shared a worried glance.

"What about super bowl?"

Malcolm had to laugh at his son's question.

"Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers and again Giants." Malcolm answered.

Tommy turned to Oliver and said, "You owe me twenty bucks."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "I will give it to you when I have money."

The four reached the Manor without any more discussion. There was easy going silence between the boys and their respective parents. Tommy stepped out of the car as soon as it stopped and stretched.

"Home Sweet Home." He muttered as Oliver got out. "Isn't it Ollie?"

"Stop being a prat and take out your trunk." Oliver said closing the door behind him. Tommy shook his head as the two men stepped up and took out their respective trunks themselves.

"What is in them?" Moira asked. Oliver looked up and smiled at his mother.

"Just trinkets from those five years." He said.

"Your room is exactly as you left it," Moira said, pushing open the grand doors of her house. "I never had a heart to change anything."

She turned to Tommy and smiled, "I set up that room of yours as well. Figured you will like."

"I would love it Mrs Queen," Tommy said, "but aren't we going home?"

Tommy sent a questioning glance to is father who took out his hands from the pocket and sent a pleading look at Moira.

"Your father, Tommy," Moira said, "has been living here for a long time."

"Our house stands," Malcolm said, "if you want to go. I usually go there on weekends. But the company is closer from here and..."

Tommy nodded and looked at Oliver.

"It's damn good to see you."

Oliver looked up to see a man come up to him with a smile. His smile flattered as he realized Oliver made no recognition.

"its Walter..."

"Ah!" Oliver said. "Walter Steele. Dad's friend from the company. Weren't you his partner or something?"

Walter smiled and shook Oliver's hand. "Yes. I wouldn't say partner, rather a helper."

Oliver heard Tommy snicker behind him and just sent a glare in his direction before walking up to Raisa.

"It's good to see you Raisa." Oliver said with a smile as Tommy jumped and wrapped his arms around the older woman's waist.

"I missed you so much Raisa!" Tommy said.

"It's good to have you back Mr Queen, Mr Merlyn." She said.

"The food was horrible on the island." Tommy said.

Raisa laughed. "Good thing you are home then."

Raisa turned to Moira and said, "Ms Lance, both of them are coming for dinner."

Tommy sent a look in Oliver's direction which he ignored with a roll of eye.

"Wonderful!" Malcolm said, "It would be the fantastic four again."

As the elders laughed, Oliver turned to see his sister up the stairs. Leaving Raisa's hand, Oliver turned to walk to the stairs, ignoring whatever everyone said around him.

He walked to the familiar route to see a familiar face up the stairs. Only, she was older. Much older now.

"Hey sis."

Thea Queen smiled and walked down the stairs in a haste. "I knew it. I knew you were alive!"

Oliver lovingly wrapped his arms around his sister and held onto her, never leaving her.

"I missed you so much!"

"You were with me the whole time."

"Come on Laurel, we are lawyers, not miracle workers. We can't win this."

Laurel Lance, lawyer at CNIS, just ignored her friend's words. As much as she wanted to agree with her, Laurel knew she was the one who needed to be strong.

"If we can't win a class action suit against a man who swindled hundred of people out of their homes and life savings, then we are not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office."

Laurel heard her friend sig behind her. "And if we go bankrupt in the process, we won't be a legal aid office. Hunt has an army of lawyers and they're ready to bury us."

"You and I against that army," laurel said, "I love those odds."

"Why do you hate me?"

Laurel smiled to herself and sat down on her chair, looking at the mess she had created. Adam Hunt was a powerful name and he was a corrupt person. She needed to bring him down. He had taken tons and tons of money from...

"Hey Laurel."

Laurel broke of her trance to see Sarah, her younger sister bending over her cubicle. She could see some of her vulgar colleagues ogling at her younger sister. Laurel decided to ignore them and said, "Hey. What brings you here?"

"Alright," Sarah put on her best puppy eyes and pouting lips. "Do not hate me but I kind of got us invited to the Queen's dinner tonight."

"Sarah!"

Laurel was up in an instance and could see she was capturing the attention of her fellow lawyers.

"Laurel! Please!" Sarah pleaded. "They are back from the dead!"

"Oliver was going to invite you to the Gambit." Laurel said, "Not only was he cheating on me but also you could have been dead."

"But I am alive!" Sarah said, standing up straight, "And right in front of you. Look, laurel, I am not asking you to rekindle your relationship with Ollie. But you were friends. And if not for him, let's go for Tommy!"

"Did Dad say yes?"

Sarah's eyes narrowed and her nose flared. "I am not seventeen Laurel. I am going to meet them tonight and if you want to come, just join me."

Laurel watched Sarah leave. She was still a baby. Not spoiled, but Sarah never understood things.

And maybe she never would.

"Admiring your body?"

"Stop it Tommy."

Tommy immediately sobered up at Oliver's tone. He entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"This needs to stop Oliver." Tommy said.

"Exactly Tommy." Oliver said. "My thoughts exactly. You being all cheery and normal is not going to help us. We came back from hell Tommy. DO you really think they are going believe you being all chirpy and exactly the way you were before will help?"

"And you being your brooding self will help?" Tommy retorted. "I know this is hard for you Oliver, worse than I had at points. But please do remember that we are back. And we need to act normal. And me being chirpy is normal!"

Oliver shook his head and sat down on the bed. "What do you think is going on?"

"DO not try to change the subject!"

Oliver looked at Tommy as he too sighed and found himself beside Oliver, sleeping as Oliver himself sat up.

"I honestly do not know. Your mom and Walter are an item. For sure."

"I know that." Oliver said.

"But dad?" Tommy said, "Here? It makes zero sense."

"My thoughts exactly."

Tommy plopped up on his elbows and looked at Oliver. "You have been saying that a lot."

"We had been stranded on that island for years." Oliver said. "you stupid mind ought to rub off me at some point."

"Hey!"

So, a small story that I wanted to write. People may seem OOC here but I am just trying equate everything. If you like it, please review or PM!