A/N a new Jason Bourne arrow fanfiction. This one is a little different from my previous attempts. This will have both the books and the movies. Thank you FeralG3 for the request and the ideas.
Oliver's POV
Dreamscape
"Snake Lady, Snake Lady! Respond! What are your sector coordinates?"
They were heading into Tam Quan and Delta would not break silence. He knew where they were and that was all that mattered. Command Saigon could go to hell, he wasn't about to give the North Viet monitoring posts an inkling as to where they were going.
"If you won't or can't respond, Snake Lady, stay below six hundred feet! This is a friend talking, you assholes! You don't have many down here! Their radar will pick you up over six-fifty. I know that, Saigon, and my pilot knows it, even if he doesn't like it, and I still won't break silence.
"Snake Lady, we've completely lost you! Can any retard on that mission read an air map?"
Yes, I can read one very well, Saigon. Do you think I'd go up with my team trusting any of you? Goddamnit, that's my brother down there! I'm not important to you but he is!
End of dreamscape
He sat up straight in his seat drawing the attention of his men. Echo sat next to him. The Frenchman looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Just as Oliver wasn't willingly sleeping, neither did Echo. None of his men slept willingly.
Echo asked his brown eyes meeting Oliver's grey ones, "Are you okay, Delta?"
Oliver replied, "As well as I can be. Its still hard to believe we are returning."
Returning home as not the people they were but the killers they had become. Less than half of Medusa was being allowed to return. Most of the others were being locked away. What was left was taken by Abbot. A new program was initiated.
Century Team 12 was asked if they wanted to take part. They were given a real choice. Not a single one gave an answer. Instead they all looked to him. They would follow him to the ends of the Earth. All he would have to do was ask.
All he had done was shake his head in answer. They would not be joining this new program. All he wanted was to heal and let those closest to him heal.
Gordon had already returned to the Webb estate. He extended the invitation for Oliver to come back as well but it didn't feel right. Oliver had become David to get away from the pain. Only to be embraced by it again in Medusa. Now he was more broken than before and was returning to a city he thought he put behind him.
A familiar voice said coming up on their right, "You don't have to go back, Delta. Almanac is more than willing to hole you up until you heal."
"I can't run from my past forever, Alex. It is time I face Starling City once again."
Alex nodded. His eyes were almost the exact same as Oliver's. A blue grey from his time in Medusa. Though he walked away with the worst of injuries. A landmine destroying most of the ligaments in his leg. Alex walked with a heavy limp but could still fight with the best of them.
Alex took the set of seats across from them as the plane began its descent. Oliver glanced slightly out the window. Already he could see the city beginning to form below them. From the first time in seven years he was back in Starling City.
As the approached the tarmac he could see several people standing there. Alex must have called his family. There were days he wanted to strangle his handler. It seemed this would be one of those days.
Echo laughed lightly, "Conklin you better run. Delta here, looks like he wants to kill you."
Conklin scowled good naturedly but didn't move. The landing was near impreceptible even to them. Whoever their pilot was, they were good.
When they stopped his entire team was on their feet. For most of them this was where they got off. Echo would say his goodbyes but he was off to France. Back to his own home country. Only through his service was he allowed back.
They grabbed their bags. Only one of them really had more than one. Alex kept most of the equipment he used. So his bags were packed full. Oliver's was light only holding a handful of clothes, his sidearm, a knife, and his journal. His bow and quiver were locked away in one of his safe boxes. That box was going to a safe house in downtown.
Oliver was the first off the plane blinking so not to be blinded by the sudden light. One of the first people he saw was his mother. She had a hand over her mouth her green eyes wet with tears.
He moved down the stairs towards the small crowd. Several people were in suits and no doubt worked with Alex. A single man stood out however.
He didn't hold himself like a family member or an agent. His hazel eyes were calm and assessing. Doctor his mind supplied. That must be the doctor that Alex wanted him to talk to.
Great, more doctors. If there was one thing in the world that he hated above all others it was doctors. They wanted to drug people like him to the gills. That wouldn't do him or his men any gold. This new doctor would be one that they had to keep an eye on.
Oliver's attention was drawn to sudden movement. It took all of his self control not to react violently, though it was a near thing. He was engulfed into warm familiar arms. He stiffened unsure how to respond.
"Oliver. My beautiful baby boy,"came his mother's cries," We thought you were dead. It's been almost seven years now. Where have you been?"
He didn't know how to answer that. How could he tell his mother that he was a killer? That he killed more people than he could keep track of.
Alex replied coming up to stand by his shoulder, "Mrs. Queen he has been with us. As I explained when we met two weeks ago he is going to need time to heal. Doctor Morris Panov has been assigned... Dont give me that look, Oliver. It's for your own good. He specializes in cases of PTSD and has been a trustworthy friend and doctor for many years."
The doctor was watching from a distance. He was close enough to intervene but far enough to give some privacy.
Oliver noted that there was two other people. A greying blond haired stood off to the side. He had cold green eyes that Oliver was all too familiar with. Robert Queen. It seemed his father was still alive.
The other was a brown skinned man with warm brown eyes. He felt familiar to Oliver but the younger man could not quite place it.
His mother finally released him and allowed Oliver to step back. He did and took notice that his men were beginning to disperse. Their eyes turned to him and gave him a nod. They would go about their own lives. However if he ever needed them, they would be there for him.
Moira said pushing him slightly towards the brown skinned man and his father. "Oliver there is someone you must meet. This is Walter Steele. He is your father's best friend and CFO at the company."
Now he knew where he had seen the man before. Walter had been at all the meetings that Oliver went to. At least when Robert still treated him like a human being.
He greeted cordially, "Mr. Steele, it's been a long time," slightly colder he said to his father,"Father."
Robert Queen said equally as cold, "Oliver."
Walter said his eyes glancing down to the dog tags on his shirt, "That it has, Oliver. But please, call me Walter. There is no need for formalities amongst family."
Alex said interrupting, "We need to move off the tarmac. The plane is getting ready to take off again. Oliver you need to go to the hospital and get a check up. I know for a fact you did not let the doctors look at you."
He opened his mouth to argue but several sharp looks cut him off. It seemed he would not win this fight.
The ride was made in near silence. He insisted on riding with Alex who insisted on the doctor coming. Oliver didn't trust the newcomer but kept his silence.
They went to Starling General hospital. It was a place he had frequented in his youth. A sense of self preservation was not something he had even at a young age.
The moment he walked in nurses and doctors alike rushed to him. They recognized him without a question. It was the sharp movements that almost became his undoing.
Fight or flight instincts had been honed during his time in Tam Quan. If one didn't react accordingly they ended up dead.
To everyone's surprise it was the doctor that he didn't have a name for that stepped in. He said in a low tenor that had a soothing effect on his instincts, "Everybody take a step back for a moment. Instead of rushing him one doctor and one nurse. We need a room that doesn't have anyone else it."
That had everyone taking a step back and look at each. A silver haired doctor with kind green eyes stepped forward. Oliver watched him warily his grey eyes untrusting.
The man said softly as if talking to a spooked animal, "My name is Lukas Banks. Come on. Let's get you in a room, Mr. Queen. "
He stared for a moment longer before giving a short nod. He followed the man with the psychiatrist and his family right behind him.
