Title: I was just helping you

Summary: Alternate Version S1E8 The Flash – Oliver Queen, also known as Arrow, goes to Central City and meets up with Barry. Iris is shocked that they both know each other and hurts Barry once more with worshipping her Eddie. Of course the vigilante Oliver can't let his Bear cry! +++ Olivarry – Oliver/Barry +++ Twoshot

Rating: P12

Lemon/Lime: no

Pairing: Olivarry/Flarrow/OliverxBarry

Warnings: boyslove, Characters may be a bit OOC, Alternate Version

Genre: Romance, Friendship

Disclaimer: The characters belong to DC Comics. I don't earn money with this and only borrow them to have a little bit of fun. The original episode by Warner Bros. went in different ways, but I wanted to use it to build a bit of Olivarry Fluff. The plot after the original dialogue leading to romance is mine. I don't know the original text, I just translated the German ones!

~*~*~ I was just helping you ~*~*~

Blithely, Barry Allen stepped into the Jitters. Felicity texted him Oliver wants to see him. After a short look around he recognized them and went by their side.

"Hey."

Both of them looked at him. Oliver folded his hands and his face took a busy expression.

"The name of the bad guy you were chasing is Roy Jean Bivollo."

Surprised the brown haired wanted to say something.

"Ehm, thanks. How did you find out?" The look on the face of the blonde said everything. It was Ollie's typical 'Do you really wanna know' – expression. Barry frightened and his smile vanished. „This guy is still alive, isn't he?" Oliver looked again, reproachful this time. „Was just… A question…", the Flash said defensive. „Want to help me now?"

"No, I won't", his opponent cut in barely. „I am only giving you the name."

He nods to Barry, who nodded back. Both understood themselves without many words. Felicity followed the talk excitingly.

"Okay", the brown haired said and was pushed aside by Iris.

"Hi!"

"Hey!", Barry responded, suddenly in tense.

Felicity made an approving noise as Iris put the coffee in front of her.

"A fat free latte with sugar and…" With a huge smile she put the other cup in front of the billionaire. She tried to flirt very offensively. „A coffee, black, for Oliver." She leaned above the table slightly. "It's… Just made fresh, so…"

"Thank you", the archer said politely and answered her smile careful.

He didn't miss Barry's painful look.

"Yeah… Ehm, Barry…", Iris said now to her best friend, „can I talk to you for a second?"

"'Course", he said questioningly.

"See ya", she said to Oliver. He replied, again very polite.

Iris and Barry went a few steps away; then she hit his upper arm.

"Ouch! What the hell?", he asked irritated.

The black haired girl hit his arm again.

"You never told me you know Oliver Queen!", she shouted enthusiastic.

Bored and a bit injured he answered her.

"I know Oliver Queen."

"In person, he is more handsome than I thought and his biceps is as twice as yours!", she fangirled.

"No, it's not twice as mine!", he defended himself.

"He's on my Three-List", she said zealously.

"Huh? Three-List?"

"The list of men I would cheat on Eddie with", she replied without getting red while staring at him again. „Technically, you will never meet those men but now he's here and I can't stop staring, oh my god…", she merely breathed and took a deep breath. "From where do you know him?"

While their talk, Oliver observed them and noticed his friend becoming more frustrated and injured every second. So he raised and went to Barry.

"Hey, ehm, are ya coming back to us?", he asked.

"'Course I do. Iris, is this okay?"

"Certainly", she murmured, still spellbound. "But beforehand, I want to know how you two knew", she said determined.

This was the moment. The blonde decided to risk everything and help his friend not being caught.

"Oh, well, I can tell you. I was in Starling City a year ago and helped the police with a case. His firm was robbed."

"So you two know since one year?! Oh gosh, I have to tell Eddie!", Iris said happily.

Again, this little flame of pain in the sweet brown eyes of the fastest man alive.

"Who's Eddie?", Oliver asked curiously.

"My boyfriend", Iris said, suddenly slightly embarrassed. "He is handsome… I mean, you too!" she said very fast and very nervous. She blushed.

"And, Barry too?", the blonde asked.

Either Barry as well as Iris looked shocked at him. The brown haired shook his head barely noticeable. Iris looked at Barry, who also blushed now.

"Ehm, I think so?", Iris hummed and hawed unsure. „I mean, Eddie is handsome in the boyfriend way. Barry is my best friend, he always was. I don't see him this way."

A sad, faked smile emanated by him. It didn't reach his eyes though.

"Yeah, Iris and I… would never go well…"

The pain. The blue-eyed man suddenly wished to embrace the younger man.

"I know, Bear. It was a joke. Just because I think you are the most passionate and handsome man not everybody has to…"

"O-Ollie!", he cut in with a head as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile Iris was very surprised. "You… What?"

Oliver put an arm around the shoulders of the highly embarrassed young man. „He is my boyfriend."

"Ollie, don't…", he tried – and failed – to stop the older one.

"Oh… I didn't know…" Iris was more cautious now.

"It's not…", he tried again but was interrupted by the archer.

"Oh yes, it is important. You can be proud. Even for your best friend it's okay, isn't it?", he asked Iris

"Barry, this is… great! I think. Really! I'm happy for you. Ehm… I think I should go back to work now. See ya later. Bye, Oliver." She hugged Barry hesitantly. „Bye, Barry."

In a sudden hurry she went back to work. Shocked, Barry devoted to Oliver.

"What the hell did you do?! Now I will never have a chance at her…"

"I helped."

"… What?"

He didn't understand anything anymore.

"You looked at her like you wanted to kiss her (hardly) so badly. She would have noticed sometimes, you know? Thought you wouldn't want that."

"… Was I really that obvious?"

Laughing now, he put his hand on the younger's shoulder.

"Oh boy, you were."

Fine. Maybe he was. Maybe everything would be good now.

"Okay. Alright. But… Why this way? I mean, you've just kinda outed you – you are not even gay."

Oliver looked deeply into Barry's eyes. Blue-green met brown.

"I didn't lie. You are gorgeous."

„What?" The smaller one swallowed hard. "You… Ehm…" The confusion was obvious. "But…"

"No ‚but'." Now it was Oliver's turn to take a deep breath. Now or never. „Moreover, I may not be gay, but I am not straight either. I…"

No. He couldn't. Too much to lose. Maybe another time. Instead of saying another peep, he patted the shoulder of the younger man and went back to Felicity. Barry stood simply there, more confused than ever, before he joined the other two again. Oliver behaved as nothing had happened. Barry swore himself that he would get to know what Oliver intended – if he intended anything.