This was for Arrow Kink Meme on livejournal.
"Oliver comes back form the island pregnant with Slade's baby. And have flashbacks on how they got together and make the baby."


Hearing Oliver speak such fluent Russian was an interesting experience… Everyone at the dinner table and Raisa knew that it wasn't something Oliver should have known. It must have been a one-off, a fluke. Knowing a word or two in Chinese would make sense; Oliver had to wait a week in China after all, to be identified and questioned about what had happened until he was able to return home. But Russian? Why Russian? And, most importantly, how?

The weirdest moment came the following night at his welcome home/no longer dead party. Oliver stood up on the stage, said thank you to everyone for coming and went about his usually fun self until Tommy held up a shot of tequila for him.

Oliver reached out to grab it absentmindedly, but when he clued in on the fact that it was a shot glass he'd pulled his hand back sharply, looking at the liquid like it was poison. "No, I'm good."

Tommy looked at him in confusion, the whole room was.

"I've spent five years without alcohol," he said, looking at the glass before looking away and sighing dramatically, "I'd probably pass out on the dance floor after five minutes; I'm probably such a lightweight now."

The crowd laughed.

"But I'll admit, being sober sucks!" He yelled and the crowd cheered in agreement.

"So, are we going to drink then?" He called out to the crowd.

"Yes!"

"Then enjoy tonight because the booze is on the house!" He grinned brightly, jumping down from the stage. Quickly, but with a big happy look on his face, he moved his way through the crowd and into the hall.

Tommy dumped his own shot glass of tequila and followed his best friend. He would have never believed his friend could lie and act like that had he not seen the look of horror on the blonde's face. Also what was with that look? What was it about alcohol that freaked Oliver out so much?


- Hours Before -

"You can't be serious?" Oliver told the doctor, "You just can't."

"I'm sorry if the news is shocking to you." The doctor said, pulling out his own padded computer chair and wheeling it over to Oliver, "Please have a seat, Mr. Queen."

It wasn't the same doctor Oliver had met and been examined by when he returned home. The man looked to be in his late thirties, his hair was a sandy blonde and his eyes a shade of honey brown. He seemed polite natured and calm. He was a pediatrician, the pink scrubs told Oliver as much when he walked into the room.

Oliver felt his stomach sink the moment he saw the man and the doctor could see this, seconds later he told Oliver.

"I can't believe I'm pregnant," Oliver said in surprise as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He moved to the window, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oliver," the doctor called, somehow sounding both stern and gentle in the same breath, "What's done is done. So please sit down, we'll figure this out, okay?"

Oliver looked back, biting his lip in contemplation, before nodding and moving to sit down again.

"Now, I should point out that some luck has shined down on you, Mr. Queen. The blood that goes for testing down at our lab is only labelled via numbers, meaning that being a rare case of male pregnancy, your result went straight to me and only me." He took a seat on one of the wooden patient chairs right next to Oliver for a more private talk. "I can't be certain completely with these results, but I estimate from the lab work that you've been pregnant for roughly three to four weeks, which means it didn't happen in Starling City."

Oliver groaned, running his hand through his hair.

"I won't tell a soul and as delicately as I can put this; what do you want to do… whether keeping the baby, adopting it out or aborting it… is up to you." He stood up from the chair and walked over to his desk, "Until your mind has been made up," he held a hand up to Oliver to keep him from speaking just yet, "and I want you to really think about this, it is a baby, your baby, after all." He took a sizeable white bottle from his drawer that rattled from the pills inside, "As I said, until you've decided on the correct course for your situation, you will need to take these." He held the bottle out to Oliver, "They contain a high mixture of vitamins and minerals that will help the baby's development in the early stages."

"Thank you," Oliver said softly, taking the bottle and rolling it back and forth in his palms, listening to it rattle.

"As you may or may not know, male pregnancies have a high risk of miscarriage and stillbirth. For the sake of possibly wanting to keep it, I strongly suggest that you take them." He told the younger man.

Oliver nodded, knowing full well that having a baby as a man was near impossible. Not near enough, apparently.

"Have you told the father?"

Oliver shook his head, a horrible cold feeling welling up in his stomach.

"Okay." Reaching over to his desk he grabbed a small white card and a ballpoint pen, writing on the card before passing it to Oliver.

The card said 'Starling General Hospital, Head of Pediatrics, William C. Clark' and had what looked to be his office number, under that however was a mobile number in pen ink.

"Due to your status in Starling City, I imagine that you wouldn't want anyone to know until you have made up your mind." He explained, "So, feel free to call me in a few days with your decision and we can take it from there."

"Is, um," Oliver glanced at the doctor from the corner of his eye, "Is it healthy?"

The doctor smiled, as if that was just what he wanted to hear. "Your blood indicates it is. The first trimester, which lasts until the twelfth week, is where the baby is just starting to develop and the risk of a miscarriage is rather high, especially in males, which is why those pills are vital." He said as he pointed to the bottle, "They will give the baby the vital nutrients it needs for those weeks to help shore up the baby's health and growth. Afterwards, if you decide to keep the baby, additional dosages and the need for other drugs will be necessary. Also, your diet is very important."

Oliver nodded, waiting for the doctor to go on.


Oliver sat on the first step of the stairs leading down, resting his head on the cool metal hand railing. He felt flushed and he was starving, having not felt up to eating before, he would have to eat soon for the baby's sake. His hand wrapped around his belly, his body leaning against the wall.

Few of the male population were able to produce eggs, let alone fertile eggs and those eggs were only produced once every two months. Plus, the man had to have anal sex with a man to produce a baby, and even then the male hormones often killed off the egg in the first few hours after production. Overall… timing was key, but even then nothing was certain.

Oliver knew he had to use the skills he had mastered that Yao Fei, Slade and Shado had taught him, he had to save this city for his father, but...

Oliver looked down to his currently flat stomach. He couldn't help thinking that it was meant to be. He got pregnant just before he left China, a one-in-a-million chance, the timing was simply amazing. How could he possibly get rid of something like that? Something the two of them had created together.

Oliver rubbed his belly tenderly with his thumb. Did he want to keep it because it was all he left of Slade?

"Oliver?"

"Hm?" The blonde turned around, spotting his friend.

"You okay?" Tommy asked, sitting down next to the blonde.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"And not drinking." Tommy added.

Oliver smirked, "I guess the island made me rethink a few things," he said. "Hey, Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about starting a family?" He asked, "Say if you got a girl pregnant or you got pregnant, what would you do?"

Tommy gave his friend a weird look.

"Just humor me."

Tommy sighed, looking around and clicking his tongue in thought. "Well, I don't have any plans to have sex with a guy, but if I got a girl pregnant... I don't know." He groaned, throwing his arms up in the air.

"I know you're dating Laurel." Oliver told the dark haired man.

"How did you-"

"Took a guess," he cut in, "Now, if you got her pregnant, would you look after the baby?"

"You haven't got anyone pregnant have you?" Tommy knitted his brows at his friend.

"No."

Tommy sighed again, "I guess one day I would like to have kids. Not anytime soon, but yeah, kids sound cool."

"Do you think that I would make a good father?" Oliver asked. It was then that he realized his hand was still on his belly, he removed it. The urge to put his hand back was there, not that it would protect the baby in the slightest.

Tommy shrugged, "You're cutting down on drinking before you even have one," he smirked, "and you're thinking about it, so yeah I think so."

Oliver smiled, "Thanks."

"Can we talk about something a little less awkward now?" Tommy asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sure," Oliver said, "So, when did you start dating Laurel?"

Tommy chuckled nervously, "So, babies… Um?"


-Lian Yu-

"How's it going?" Slade asked as he stepped into the plane, briskly rubbing a hand over his hair to get as much of the water out as possible. The rain was coming down heavy; stepping out there for more than ten seconds could completely drench a man, as Slade was proof of it. It was however the best time to collect clean water, so he'd gone out and opened up the water tanks which were otherwise left closed to keep the wildlife out.

"It would be going better, if you hadn't punched it." Oliver mumbled, fiddling with a pair of wires he had been sure Slade had disconnected, but once again he was disappointed to find that was not it either.

Slade paused from unbuttoning his shirt, having known that the padding would be water logged when he wore it outside. Turning, he saw the younger man on his knees in front of the radio in the black vest he had lent him, seeing as the kid only had one change of clothes."Kid, it wasn't much use before, it won't be much use now."

"I know we can't call out, but we can still listen in." The blonde said, trying to justify his continued work on the radio.

"Then you can man it too," Slade said, removing his shirt, "Give you something useful to do around here."

Oliver stopped what he was doing and gave the wall a deadpan look. Why did Slade always have to think of him as being useless? "Hey, I help."

"Yeah, real helpful," the Aussie said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He opened the button on his cargo pants, "Didn't see you out there, did I?"

Oliver could just about see out one of the dirt and ivy covered windows; the sound of the rain was loud, seeing as the plane was split in two… it didn't sound like nice weather to be out in. Oliver kept his mouth shut just in case the older man decided the idea to throw him outside was a good one.

Slade unzipped his cargo pants, pulling down the damp, clingy material, "I would have taken you with me, but you would've slowed me down and moaned like a bitch the whole way." Slade said, moving to put his clothes by the fire.

"Could you blame me?" Oliver turned and the next sentence caught in his throat.

Slade was standing about a foot away, a hand full of clothes in his hands and wearing nothing but a cocked brow and a pair of black boxer shorts. The flame illuminated his bronze skin in the low early morning light just leaching through the windows. His body was wide and looked positively unmovable, think intimidating muscles filling every inch of his body perfectly. The dips between muscles were defined, shaping his body perfectly and making him look even more powerful that Oliver had first thought.

"My face is up here," the course voice said, a hint of a sarcastic smirk on his face.

A chill ran up Oliver's spine as he quickly span back around to the radio with burning cheeks. "Do you have to walk around like that?"

Slade smirked to himself, laying his clothes along the metal frame that held up pots for cooking, "Never took you as the shy type."

"I'm not," the blonde mumbled.

"Oh?" Slade glanced up at that, "Little sexual deviant, are we?"

Oliver snorted softly at that, "Some would say so, yes."

Oliver heard Slade chuckle, but he didn't know that the man had moved until he felt the warm breath on his ear, "Then how is it that I'm making you all shy and quite like a virgin."

Oliver froze.

Slade tilted his head down, lips barely an inch away from Oliver's creamy skin.

When the Australian's hot breath blew down Oliver's neck, he shivered and moved his shoulders down with a soft gasp, exposing more of his neck. It was only when the tip of Slade's nose poked his neck did Oliver stop himself. He turned to the side and dropped down onto his hands, quickly shuffling away before standing and turning back to Slade.

The older man smirked, "Too much for you, hum?"


Oliver lay on his side in bed. It was weird to be sleeping on something soft again, something his body sank into, but he'd freaked his mother and her new husband out last night, so he was making an effort to get used to it again. The one thing that gave him comfort was placing his hand on his stomach. One day soon his belly would swell with the life inside, that of his son or daughter.

In that moment Oliver knew he was going to keep it, no matter what it took or what he had to give up; whether it be coffee, alcohol or following the list… he would have this baby. He knew that one day he would right this city for his father, his family and his child.