Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville or anything related to the characters. If I did, someone else might be writing this for me.

Note: This is an AU Story and will be part of a series starting in the 6th season. I couldn't resist and decided to give Oliver Queen a younger brother. This story arc will also end up progressing to slash between Clark and Ollie. Although I've already delved into the Supernatural and NCIS worlds, Smallville is new for me.

Revision Note: I realized after reading through the first 2 chapters again, that I'd made some errors in timeline. So, I went back and fixed it.

Chp 1

Stepping out of the limo and heading over to the private jet that rested on the tarmac, Tyler Queen made his way on board and took a seat. The pilot already knew where they were headed and since it was becoming a familiar route to them, he didn't worry about it as he settled in and closed his eyes. The past few days had been rough in more ways than one, but he was going to see the one person that could help him sort things out.

As the plane started down the runway, he drifted off to sleep, exhaustion claiming him. This, once again, left him open to the dreams that had been haunting him.

4 years ago

The door of the lecture hall opened and a student handed the professor a note. Minutes later, the man nodded and looked up into the crowd. "Tyler Queen, you're needed in the Dean's office. Immediately."

Tyler frowned. He couldn't remember anything he'd done lately to warrant attention from the Dean, but he dutifully gathered his books and made his way out of the lecture hall. Something about the look of sympathy the professor was giving him set off warning bells in his head and caused his heart to speed up.

The trip across campus to the Dean's office was made at a jog, but he didn't pause to catch his breath before entering and nodding at the secretary. "I'm Tyler Queen. I was told to report here as soon as possible."

Her gaze lingered just a moment too long on the 6' blonde hair brown eyed young man in front of her, then turned to one of sympathy as she let the dean know that he was here while he took a seat to wait.

Tyler shivered as the Dean came out and he saw the man's face. Something about the way he looked just made him feel cold and empty. He got up and accompanied the man into his office, his heart sinking to his feet when he saw the family's lawyer sitting there. He knew, just like he knew when he'd seen the man come with Oliver into the house 14 years ago, that something horribly wrong had happened. This time though, his older brother was nowhere in sight.

Walter Reeves had been a lawyer for the Queen family for years, serving several generations, but as he looked at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the last Queen he might assist in legal matters.

He sighed before he met the youngster's eyes. "Tyler, I'm afraid that I have some bad news." It was hard for him to believe what he was about to say, but considering it had been 3 days and nothing had been found, there was no way he could put off keeping the news out of the papers or away from the youngest Queen any longer. "Oliver's boat didn't make it to his next check in point. We've had several agencies looking, but so far they haven't found anything. As of this morning, it's gone from a search and rescue operation into a recovery operation."

Tyler could only stare at the man in shock. There was no way that Ollie was gone. He was just running behind. / He's got a satellite phone, he would have called if that was true./ His inner thoughts started arguing with his heart as he folded to his knees, unable to stand up under the news.

It took another week before he finally gave in to the demands of Reeves to have a memorial service for Oliver, but he didn't give up looking for his brother. His heart just wouldn't let him. He also refused to have Oliver legally declared dead, but he did accept Mr. Reeves request that he temporarily assume the position as primary stockholder at Queen Industries. The moment that bit of information hit the presses, Tyler had been in class at Star City University. As soon as he made his exit from the lecture hall, however, he'd been inundated with questions by what appeared to be hundreds of reporters. He turned and ran, unwilling to speak to any of them, his emotions still too raw for him to be willing to expose himself to their questions.

The day of the memorial service, only a day after his 17th birthday, found Tyler staring at the picture of Ollie that stood in lieu of a casket. Then suddenly, the scene shifted and he found himself several feet away from an open coffin. Slowly, he approached and peered inside only to recoil in horror as a ravaged corpse greeted his eyes. He was trying to make sense of what he was seeing when the corpse sat up, taking on some of Ollie's features and turning to look at him. His heart landed in his throat as he gazed up the grotesqueness that was now his brother's face as where his lips used to be parted and words came out.

"You left me to die!" Hands reached out for him as he tried to get away, backpedaling quickly to keep out of reach only to find himself backed into a wall. As the hands got closer he started to scream.

The attendant's soft, but insistent voice broke through, and he opened his eyes. He blushed hard as he smiled embarrassingly at her, then thanked her for letting him know they were about to land. He stretched a bit without leaving his seat and took several deep breaths to try and get himself back under control. Stress was the only thing that he could figure making some of the dreams he'd had when Oliver had been missing begin to reoccur. Graduation was a little over a month away, but the semester had been hard. Now he had a week off, so he'd decided to fly to Metropolis to see his brother. The establishment of a division of Queen Industries in Metropolis had been a recent thing, finalized 6 months ago. A month ago, Oliver had flown out to start meeting contacts in the city face-to-face.

As the plane rolled to a stop, he spotted the car he'd requested and after he was cleared to leave, walked across the tarmac to it and climbed in. He hadn't brought any luggage with him except his schoolbag. He might have been on vacation, but there was still a few papers he had to write. Starting the car, he headed to the clock tower, hoping that Oliver was still busy so that he could catch a nap before he surprised his brother.

Luck was with him as he entered the penthouse, quickly entering a set of codes that disabled the alarms that were different from what Ollie usually used and immediately headed for his bedroom, then decided a shower was in order before a nap. He turned the water on before stripping slowly, his muscles still stiff and climbed under the hot spray, closing his eyes as the water cascaded over him and slowly easing away the stiffness.

At that moment, Oliver Queen was making his way up the elevator with a friend of his, Clark Kent, before they set off for lunch. As soon as they left the elevator, Oliver knew that something was off.

For his part, Clark frowned and looked at Oliver. "Last night's date still here? Because your shower is going."

Slowly, Oliver shook his head. "Didn't have one." He moved over to the alarm panel and noticed that it had been turned off and disabled. For a moment, he wondered if he forgot to set it, but quickly dismissed the idea. "Can you tell which shower it is?" The penthouse had three full bathrooms in it, but if Clark could narrow it down, all the better.

"Guest bedroom on the right." Together, they moved in that direction.

Tyler had just finished and turned the water off, wrapping a towel around his waist in lieu of getting dressed just yet and started making his way to the door, only to have it suddenly open and finding himself face-to-face with his brother and a brunette he had yet to meet.

"Um, hi." He ran a hand through his wet hair and grinned. "Bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."

Oliver snorted. "The thought had crossed my mind."

Clark looked at the young man before them and felt his mouth drop open as he recognized the strong family resemblance to Oliver.

"Think your friend there is in a bit of shock."

Turning his head slightly, Oliver looked at Clark, then chuckled softly. "Guess some introductions are in order. Tyler, meet Clark Kent, he helps me out sometimes." He put a slight emphasis on the me, knowing that his brother would catch it. "Clark, I'd like you to meet Tyler Queen, my little brother."