A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I have been very bad about updating. I'm sorry.

I just get these cases of writer's block. Probably because my muse is in Rome with her extended family. So I have to write without. So sad.

This chapter of "Bonding" is based on a story that happened to my friend. He and his dad were out grocery shopping. Chaos ensued. The characters will be Roy and Ollie. The reason I was asking for male bonding activities is, honestly, can you very well picture Roy and Ollie grocery shopping?

Rated T for language.

Smokin' Hot

Roy was having a good day.

Roy was having a good day.

Ollie had called him up early that morning and asked if he would like to go see a basketball game.

Roy had declined at first, but Ollie insisted. Ever since the awkward scene in the Hall of Justice, Ollie had been doing everything he could to make up with Roy.

After a long debate, Roy accepted.

Roy dropped Ollie off at the front door of the stadium and went to park. Since he lived in-town, Roy was closer to the stadium, and had ended up driving Ollie when Ollie's car broke down halfway between his house and the stadium.

He pulled in to the parking garage in low spirits. He wasn't really looking forward to this, preferring staying at home to this, but he wanted to make up with Ollie, too. To be a family again.

As he parked his old Jeep into the first available space, he saw Ollie standing by the door, waiting for him.

Here goes.

Surprisingly, Roy had a blast. Ollie had gotten them great seats, and during the game, the two seemed to forget all of their issues.

They cheered and booed and swore at the referees. It was just like old times.

At the end of the game, Ollie took Roy down to the locker room. He got to meet the team, and they all hung out for a while. The team seemed to like Roy, and everyone was eager to talk, share stories, tell jokes.

When Ollie and Roy emerged from the stadium, hours after the game actually ended, the parking garage was practically empty. They got in the old Jeep. However, when Roy turned the key, the engine wouldn't start.

"Hm."

Roy and Ollie got out to inspect the engine.

Roy poked around for a while, trying to find the problem.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Ollie was skeptical.

"Of course." Roy poked around more, then sighed, like it finally dawned on him. He went to the back of the Jeep and came back moments later with a plastic jug. He handed the jug to Ollie.

"Pour this," he indicated the jug, "There." He pointed to part of the engine. "But wait until I get in."

Roy went around and got in the driver's seat.

"How much do I pour?" Ollie called. Roy couldn't see him because of the hood of the Jeep.

"Just a little." Roy waited until he was sure Ollie was pouring, then turned the key. Nothing.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Ollie trusted Roy, but the car was old, and Ollie wasn't sure if Roy really knew how to fix it.

Roy nodded, though Ollie couldn't see him. "I've seen the guys at the car shop do this. This isn't the first time it's happened. Try pouring a little more."

Ollie poured more into the engine. Roy turned the key.

He didn't see it at first. Since the hood was up, he couldn't see much of anything in front of him. It was Ollie's reaction that told him something was wrong.

"OH MY GOD!"

Very wrong.

Roy panicked. "What-"

Then he caught sight of the flames emerging around the hood.

"Holy shit!"

Roy jumped from the car, rolling until he came up against the wall. Ollie ran over to him. They both sat there, dumbfounded, as the flames grew from the engine.

Meanwhile, the only other person in the garage, a woman looking to be in her mid-forties, stared in shock at the Jeep. Suddenly, she snapped out of her trance and sprinted to her minivan. Rushing, she peeled out of her parking spot, only to back straight into a concrete post. She floored it towards the exit, only to lose her side mirror to another post on the way, and then clip the side of her car on the frame of the exit ramp. From their position, Roy and Ollie could see her stop as soon as she was outside. She got out of her car, which seemed to have stalled, probably took too hard a hit on the frame, and run off. The whole ordeal took less than a minute.

When she was out of sight, the spell holding Roy and Ollie to their place broke.

"Call 9-1-1!" Ollie screamed as he jumped up to find a fire extinguisher.

Roy pulled out his phone and frantically fumbled with the numbers. Ollie was freaking out just as much as he was. As Green Arrow and Red Arrow, they expected these things on missions. Dealing with them was no problem. But right now, they were Oliver Queen and Roy Harper. Somehow, all of the rational thoughts they used to keep a cool head during missions evaporated, and all Roy could think about was how if there is one thing today's media has taught me, it's that if an automobile catches fire, IT WILL BLOW UP.

After a few tries, Roy managed to keep his hands still enough to dial the numbers.

"Hello?"

Roy froze. Hello? Did I dial the wrong number?

"Is this 911?"

"Yes, what is your emergency?"

"My car caught fire! Help!" Roy's voice shook.

"Okay, calm down. Where are you?"

"Where am I?" Roy drew a blank. "Ollie!" he shouted over to his mentor, who was trying to find a fire extinguisher, "Where are we?"

"We are at the basketball stadium!" Ollie's voice was incredulous.

"Oh, right, right, the basketball stadium!" Roy told the operator.

The operator assured him that help was on the way.

By the time help arrived, they were a mess. Ollie was a mess, and Roy was practically having a nervous breakdown. In less than a minute, the fire was out, and they had called a tow truck to get the Jeep.

The firemen made sure Roy and Ollie were okay, offering them a ride to the hospital if need be. Ollie assured them that wouldn't be necessary.

Half an hour later, Roy and Ollie were standing outside the stadium. Ollie had called a cab.

The woman's car had been towed. There was no way to tell that that afternoon's accident occurred.

Ollie sighed. "Let's hit the bar."

"What, are you going to buy me a drink?" Roy joked.

Ollie turned to Roy, looking totally serious. "Roy. Your car just caught fire. You need a beer."

A/N: Okay, just throwing this out there, but aren't the emergency operators supposed to say; "9-1-1, what's your emergency?"?

Not just "Hello."

Anyway, I changed how I do the border things. I just got tired of having to insert them after I upload. Too much hastle.

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