In true Arrow fashion, we kick this story off with a flashback!

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Warnings: Swearing

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During the search for Andrew Henderson…

He had to admit it felt a little intimidating having the Arrow at your side. He had the younger man, hands down, when it came to sword play. Give the guy a bow however, and it became a tough call. Past heated arguments about Malcolm's 'way' of doing things. They'd never fought and he'd very much like to keep it that way. Not that he thought he wouldn't win, he just didn't relish the idea.

Oliver and his 'team' had been a great help. In both with caring for Ianto and as his allies. He'd even helped them out a few times. His gear didn't have a glass case and he didn't expect one, he had his own 'glass cases'. Oliver caught his eye and was trying to silently inform the other archer of his plans, via hand gestures. The older Merlyn nodded his acknowledgment.

They easily took out a grimy window and climbed in. The building was empty, not even a light on. There was something fishy going on here. Especially when Oliver informed him, he couldn't get in touch with his team. This had, trap or diversion, written all over it. "Somethings not right." Malcolm huffed as they climbed out the window they'd entered from.

"No way, is that, what I think it is?" Queen marveled, spotting purple smoke in the distance.

"What the hell do they want?" The older Merlyn grumbled, not liking this turn of events, not one bit.

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They did their best at looking imposing as they walked down the torch lit meeting hall. Nyssa Al Ghul was standing before them with 4 other league members. Looking entirely too haughty for her own good. "Al Sehir." She smirked and the older man sneered.

"Nyssa, not that I particularly care, but why summon us and why are you here?" Malcolm demanded, managing to look bored. He looked around, feeling uneasy and on edge. The self-named Arrow looked much the same.

"We've come for Al Kalada. Bring him to his rightful home."

"I have no idea what you mean."

She smirked, "Don't act dumb Sahir. We know you were hiding him."

"Hiding… It's just a story, wait…what do mean were?" The older Merlyn seethed, crossing his arms. Now positive, he hated this situation. Two new members entered, dragging Ianto between them. The younger man spotted Malcolm and started to whine, hanging his head. "He's gonna think I did this to him, stupid bitch!" The league members next to Nyssa, drew their swords, reacting to the older man's tone. "Oh really, try me." Malcolm sneered and Oliver shot arrows into their shoulders before they could blink.

"I'll aim better next time." Queen growled.

"I may be rubbing off on you." Malcolm snarked with a wink. "Look Nyssa just run home to daddy and tell him this one's mine. Just look at him, is the league so desperate that they crave broken men?"

She turned to see Ianto whimpering and cowering. Blue eyes peered at her then quickly looked down, mumbled and stuttered pleas, reaching her ears. "He is Al Kalada…" Nyssa seemed to be thinking it over. Returning without this man might be seen as failing her mission, but could she really go through with it?

"Al Jamil Waladi actually, go tell Ra's to fuck off, no really tell him I said that. If and that's a big if, Ianto wants to join the league, he should at least be given and be able to make that choice."

Nyssa didn't like it, but she could see the truth in the older man's words. "Jamil Waladi hmm?"

"Yes, he is mine! Now give him back to me." The older Merlyn demanded.

"You call him yours?" She arched an eyebrow.

"You have your beloved, yet you begrudge me mine?" Malcolm questioned slowly with obvious menace.

"Very well Al Sahir, but this is far from over, we'll be watching. Him and you." Nyssa declared then left, motioning for the other league members to leave as well.

Al Kalada: The Undying

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