A/N: IT'S HERE! I got completely inspired last night and I've decided to take a stab at a long – term FF while writing some shorter ones in between. I can't promise that I'll update everyday but I do promise I will try to keep it interesting. I don't want to just post something for sake of posting something. I write to entertain. I want whoever reads what I write to be thoroughly invested. So yeah. I'll post when I have a chapter I deem worthy for you all. But I know, at least for me, that waiting for a new chapter can be torture so I'll try my very best to update as frequently as my inspiration allows. I don't know how long this will be but I don't expect more than ten chapters at the most. Anyway, reviews fuel my brain so don't forget to tell me what you think. Without further adieu, here's I Fight for Her.
Disclaimer: As mentioned before, the CW owns the show and its fabulous characters.
Chapter 1: The Prisoner
The dark and empty room came into view and Oliver opened his eyes, his entire body feeling sluggish. The last thing he remembered was going up against Malcolm Merlyn, breaking almost everything in his top floor office at Merlyn Global. He tried to move, with no success, and looked up to find that his hands were not only bound together but that his feet were barely grazing the floor below him. Oliver frowned and clenched his jaw when he realized the older Merlyn was able to get the upper hand and not only discover his identity but take him hostage. Oliver was never a prisoner. Except for the years he spent on the island. And that was more than enough for him. He struggled against the rope holding him together, trying to loosen his bonds. When that didn't work, he figured he'd just climb the rope, untie himself when he made his way onto the rafters ahead, and make his escape. He stopped short when the doors flung open and Malcolm himself stepped through, no signs of their previous fight anywhere on his person. His suit was crisp and the smile plastered on his smug face screamed victory. Oliver clenched his jaw again and narrowed his eyes at his best friend's father. The one responsible for everything. His five years on the island. His mother's involvement. Walter getting kidnapped. His father's death. Malcolm circled him like a hungry vulture, adjusting his cuff links while broadening his smile.
"Well. You can imagine my surprise when I found out that Oliver Queen is The Hood. The vigilante. In all honesty, the old Oliver would never have had it in him. But I guess the island changed you, didn't it?"
Oliver remained stoic. He'd never say a word and Malcolm knew that. He continued to circle his captive before finally stopping in front of him.
"It has changed you. I can see it in your eyes. And in your actions of course. Killing people Oliver? Is that what your father would've wanted for his son?"
At the mention of Robert Queen, Oliver surged forward, only to be stopped by his restraints. He glowered at Malcolm.
"Never talk about my father. Especially since you're the one that killed him."
Malcolm laughed, an ugly sound, and inched forward slightly.
"Throw accusations if you must Oliver but you could be of use to me. The Undertaking is inevitable and we can start anew. You and me. Your mother. Thea. Tommy."
Oliver continued to scowl.
"Maybe even Laurel."
Oliver shut his eyes, the faces of everyone he cared about flashing in front of his closed eyelids.
"This is wrong and you know it. If Tommy knew what you were going to do…"
Malcolm straightened, his smile gone.
"If I recall correctly Oliver, you and my son no longer have a friendship. And Tommy would understand. Something your father didn't."
Oliver tried to struggle against his retrains again, sick of hearing Malcolm's lies and justifications.
"You're talking about leveling The Glades! There are people there Malcolm! Innocent people! Children! Your device won't help Starling City prosper. It will be the reason it falls!"
Oliver spits the last words, making sure they sting Malcolm. They do. He bends down and takes Oliver's face in his hands, making him stare straight into the eyes of a man who doesn't care about killing thousands. Malcolm's eyes are on fire, all sorts of joking around completely void from his features. Oliver knew the look. It meant no more negotiating.
"You can't stop me Oliver. I will level The Glades and I will be the reason the city rises up from the ashes. The Hood won't be able to protect anybody. Especially since you'll be stuck here for the unforeseeable future."
Oliver pulled his face away from Merlyn's grip, not able to look at him any longer. He was right. With him stuck here, Malcolm would activate his device and Oliver would have no choice but to watch. He'd fail his father and his city.
"My mother and Thea will come looking for me. Laurel. And even Tommy. We may not be talking anymore but he's still my friend."
He didn't want to mention Diggle or Felicity; afraid adding more names to the list would give Malcolm ideas. And with him tied up, he couldn't guarantee any protection. The ropes were tight and it would take some time to cut loose without any weapons to help. Malcolm knew what he was doing and that angered Oliver to his very core.
"No one will come Oliver. I can easily spin a lie and feed it to your family. They'll eat it up and I can keep you here until you rot in your green leather. No one will be the wiser."
Diggle will find me. Felicity will find me. And when they do I will kill you with no hesitation. Oliver drew his eyes up to the older Merlyn, relishing in the fact that he would get out of here and he would be the one to save the city. He'd take Malcolm down and all the people in The Glades would be safe.
"Well, as much as I'd love to stick around and watch you hang from the rafters, I have business to attend to. I'll make sure to check up on the city's favorite vigilante in a few hours."
He slaps the side of Oliver's face and laughs again, this time it's full of venom and satisfaction. He turns to go but isn't halfway to the door before he turns, something shady etched on his older features.
"You know what Oliver? I actually was thinking. You're gonna get lonely here, all by yourself. And what kind of host would that make me? I think you're going to enjoy the company I've brought for you."
He makes his way to the door again and when he reaches the intercom next to the heavy doors, he presses a button and asks someone named Roman to 'bring their guest'. He moves away from the door and turns back to Oliver, shooting him another spine tingling smile. The doors burst open again and a large man walks in, dragging someone along with him. Another broad shouldered man brings in a chair and places it in front of Oliver, sitting the other prisoner down and tying their arms and legs to the chair. Whoever was sitting in front of him was wearing purple pajamas, their face concealed with a black burlap sack. Oliver's breath quickened and prayed it wasn't Laurel sitting in front of him. Malcolm steps forward and leans down so he was level with the prisoner's shoulder.
"So Oliver. You're going to learn that I do not play games. I will level The Glades and if you try to stop me, you'll have to choose: save our precious city or save our guest here. And I promise you, it will be the hardest decision of your life."
He takes the black sack off and laughs again, walking away. The doors close with a loud bang and Oliver's heart is no longer beating. His eyes are wide and he's staring at who Malcolm had placed in front of him. There were no glasses or ponytail but as her eyes met his, his chest tightened and the world stopped moving around him.
The girl in front him had a large bruise on the side of her face and it looked like she had been beat up badly before being dragged here. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms and away from any danger. When he said her name, his voice broke and his eyes started to well up.
"Felicity?"
Oh no! I guess you have to wait for chapter two. Thanks for reading and I'll see you back here in a few days. xoxox
