Set immediately after "The Promise." This is where I would love to see them go in the rest of season 2. If you like it I might continue it. Let me know what you think :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or any of the characters.
Karma smiled on Moira Queen. After the heartbreak of losing Walter, after the mess with Malcolm and her crumbled marriage to Robert, fate gave her Slade Wilson. The thought of his name warmed her like the rays through the window. She pressed the mug to her lips and pulled back the drape. Her eyes took in the garden and the spot between the trees where Slade kissed her last night. Magic lingered there even in the daylight.
Slade Wilson was different than any other man. On first glance he looked like he belonged at the helm of a pirate ship. The scars and the rasp made him intimidating and sexy. The eye-patch grew on her. He was larger than life.
Despite his apparent desire to pursue her Moira sensed his heartbreak over lost love was deeper than he let on. She wanted to heal him. Her instinct to sooth his battered body and soul drove away all her inhibitions. Only her connection to her children met as much to her as Slade Wilson.
Her children. She let the drape fall over the window and walked to TV. Thea suspected something but Moira resisted talking to her. She feared her daughter still hoped for a reconciliation with Walter; a ship long since sailed. The morning coffee tasted bitter.
She turned on the TV. The news program flashed pictures from her campaign. Oliver's face appeared. She had not seen her son in person for three weeks; not since the night he humiliated her in front of Slade. She missed him, but seeing him meant facing the look of disgust and disappointment he wore for her now. Part of her rejoiced that he stayed away. His presence would only complicate her already complicated relationship with Slade. She still missed him.
The news program switched to another story. Moira sipped the coffee and glanced at the grandfather clock. She only had a few hours before she had to deliver a speech on the steps of Queen Consolidated. Olivier might be there and that made her nervous. Slade might be there and that prompted her to schedule extra time to work on her appearance.
Pictures from a late night charity gala filled the screen. Moira half watched until she saw a flash of a familiar eye patch. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed the remote. Sound filled the living room. The reporter explained the charitable cause and listed several important attendees including Sebastian Blood and Mr. Wilson. The appearance of Slade at the same event as Sebastian did not bother Moira but the appearance of a leggy brunette on Slade's arm did. Shock set in. She stood.
The image on the screen showed Slade whispering into the ear of the young model. Last night! Slade Wilson kissed Moira and then slunk away to go to a party with some bimbo. The coffee mug hit the table with shut speed that liquid spilled over the side. Moira Queen left the room. The TV blared into empty space.
Moira pictured herself entering Slade Wilson's office for the first time under vastly different circumstances. She scolded herself for such delusions. As she bypassed Slade's secretary she vowed never to trust a man again.
Moira tossed open the door. Slade looked up from the computer. There was no trace of surprise on his face which worked to further infuriate Moira.
"Hey babe." He moved toward her with open arms.
"Don't."
Slade stopped. He grinned like the devil.
"No one will see."
"I came here to tell you from now on it's strictly professional."
Moira attempted to storm out the door but Slade moved with near supernatural speed.
"Wait, hold on. Whoa, come back here." He gripped her arm and forced her back into his office. She balked at being man handled.
"Take your hands off me." Moira glared at him. He matched her hot stare. Every inch of his frame emanated power.
"What happened?" He let go. Before Moira could answer the unbelievable occurred. The leggy brunette from the gala entered in his office. Moira scoffed.
"Excuse me a moment." Slade went back to his desk and picked up a letter. He gave it to the brunette.
"Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Let us know if you are ever in need of a political escort again."
"I will."
She left the room. Moira wanted to follow. She hoped her cheeks did not look as flushed as they felt.
"Moira, what is this all about?"
She said nothing.
Slade looked at the door.
"Oh, I see. The jealous type. I like that." He grinned again.
Moira ignored him. She moved toward the door but he caught her by the arm again.
Like the night before, he kissed her without warning or permission. Excitement and irritation shot through her. Ten minutes ago she had been convinced her epic romance was over. Slade proved her wrong in ten seconds.
"I thought it might compromise you to be at the same event as Sebastian Blood. Not to mention trying to explain me." Even though they parted, Slade stood close.
Moira tried to relax her shoulders but his proximity made that difficult.
"I stand in very real danger of having to explain you."
Slade put his hand on her shoulders and massaged until she relaxed.
"Anticipation holds me prisoner." He touched her face. She leaned in to kiss him but he held her in place.
"Don't you have a speech to make?"
Moira cursed. She looked at her watch. Slade took her hands and squeezed.
"You'll be great."
She exhaled and nodded. He kissed her goodbye and she left him alone in his office. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered what all of the electronic equipment along the walls and under the desk was used for. Slade Wilson was a man of some mystery; a mystery she wanted to spend a lifetime unraveling.