Chapter 3

Radios

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Two weeks had passed since Oliver and Amanda had moved in, and it had practically been Hell for the former castaway. Especially that first night in the house when she lived up to her word about taking care of her own needs in bed. Making it hard as Hell for him to sleep and feeling horrified by the fact he found it hot. Though what he didn't know is that Amanda had been faking the whole thing in order to screw with him. Mostly to get back at him for the ass slapping he'd done to her and just cause she also wanted to do it. As making him squirm was highly enjoyable for her. And if that wasn't bad enough, Jade had taken to being rather… Friendly with him anytime they interacted. Something that tended to make him highly paranoid that Kruen would kill him in a very fairly horrible way despite the fact he didn't respond to any of it! Even if a part of him did want too but the past few years had matured him. Not to mention giving him more of a respect for women and something of a fear towards them as the women he had come to know in recent times could all easily kick his ass if they really wanted too.

He even had a nightmare that would happen from time to time ever since the week they spent getting ready for the mission. A nightmare where he would find himself being comforted by his 'loving' wife after having a bad dream, making him wake up screaming in horror or waking up feeling pretty damned disturbed. He refused to speak a word of it to Amanda but the little smirks she sent his way told him she might have an idea of things much to his dismay. And even though she didn't have to do it inside the house, Waller had taken to wearing revealing clothing at times and occasionally flirting with him. Pre-Island him would have loved the Hell out of it but Post-Island him hated it a great deal as it was just so damned wrong! And on occasion, Oliver had taken to hiding out in the garage despite the fact he didn't have much to do in there. But it was a damned sight better then being around Waller at any rate! He did learn that there was certain kinds of music that she hated a great deal.

Which meant that she pretty much stayed out of the garage unless absolutely necessary much to his immense happiness. And at the moment, he was busily occupying himself with a book about Archery while loud Rock music played on the radio. Though he was none too happy when he found himself falling out of his chair! Making him instantly shoot up to his feet in alarm and seeing only a glaring Waller with her arms crossed. A sigh escaped him as he reached over to lower the radio's volume and then looked to her. "What?" He asked shortly.

"The trash needs taken out."

"It wouldn't need taken out if we hired a maid. Or, I don't know, you did it yourself!"

She gave him an unimpressed look for that one. "There's no need for a maid as you well know. And honestly, me taking out the trash in this neighborhood? The ladies would declare that to be an outrageous scandal." Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly the case but he was not going to laze about all the time damnit!

The two entered an intense stare off that probably could have lasted the rest of the day if it wasn't for the fact that Oliver gave in soon afterwards. "Fine, whatever."

"Good boy." She told him with a pat on the chest and then walked off feeling rather pleased with herself.

Oliver grumbled darkly to himself as he walked into the rest of the house after her and saw the bag of trash waiting to be taken out by the front door. Letting out a sigh, he picked up and then froze when he felt his ass being slapped by Waller. He forced himself not to look back at her as he just KNEW she was smirking at him and instead, opened the door and left with the bag of trash in hand. As he made his way to the sidewalk where the trash bin was, he noticed a thin glasses wearing, acne covered teenager named Marty holding something in his hands with a depressed vibe about him in his yard. "Everything alright, Marty?" Asked Oliver as he opened the bin, threw the trash in, and then closed it.

Marty startled and then relaxed once he saw who was talking to him. "Ohh, its just you Mr. Waller."

"None of that kid, Mr. Waller was my father." Replied the archer as he walked over to the kid.

And getting a better look at what he was holding. "R-Right, if you s-say so."

"So what's this thing makin' you all depressed for?"

"This is an old radio that was my grandfather's before he gave it to my dad, who then gave it to me. U-Unfortunately… I uhh… I kinda broke it by accident and I don't know how to fix it. Actually, I don't think anyone knows how to fix these old things nowadays."

Oliver reached out for the radio and the kid handed it to him. "I take it you're scared of what your dad would think if he knew?"

"Y-Yeah. Its why I'm gonna throw it away and hope he doesn't notice anytime soon."

"Well, why not let me take a shot at fixing it?"

"S-Serious!?"

A nod was the kid's answer and he was honestly floored by that. "If, if you can do it, I will seriously owe you!"

"Don't even worry about that, alright? I'll have this back to you as soon as I can."

Hell, if he could fix a busted radio from a plane, then he could damn well fix this thing too! Marty let out a whoop of excitement and thanked him happily before heading back inside. Leaving Oliver to stand alone in the yard with the radio in his hands. A chuckle escaped him as he made his way back to the house and lightly shaking the old radio to see if anything was loose and not hearing anything. "I tell you to take out the trash and you bring back a radio." Remarked Waller and making him stop in his tracks.

"I'm gifted like that."

"Mmm, indeed."

"We've got tools in the garage right?"

"Considering that is where one would have them at if one has a garage, I would believe so."

He sent her a look of annoyance. "You couldn't have just said yes or no?"

"I could have, but why do that when I can annoy you instead?"

A noise of frustration could be heard from him, making Waller smirk over it all. "Anyway, why do you need the tools?"

"I told the kid from next door I would fix his grandfather's old radio for him."

"How… Qauint of you."

"Its one of my best qualities." He told her dryly.

"And here I thought being a grouch was one of your top qualities."

"Only when you're around."

"I'm deeply touched."

Another smirk came from her when she noticed the grimace on his face. "I don't even wanna know what makes you feel… Touched."

Waller sauntered over to him and got in his personal space. "I'm sure it would be quite… Fun if you were to find out." Murmured the woman as she looked at him while running a finger down his chest.

Making for him to stumble back from the whole thing much to her amusement. "Y-Yeah, I'm…. I'm good thank you."

"I'm sure you are and its such a pity I'm not experiencing that."

Laughter escaped her as he hauled ass for the garage with the radio being held in his arms like a life preserver. Ohh God, I hate her!

"This damned mission can't be over fast enough." Moaned the former castaway as he sat down heavily in his chair.

Where he would remain for at least a good half hour with the radio firmly held in his hands until he finally snapped out of it. Allowing for him to find a tool box and quickly getting to work on doing what he could to fix the radio at one of the work benches in the garage. Even putting on some Slipknot as he began to open the radio up despite the fact that once upon a time, he wouldn't have been willing to listen to their music. A short time later would tell him what the problem was. That of a simple burnt out wire that would be easy enough to replace. Or at least he hoped it would be! As whatever Marty had done had managed to cause it. "Well, all I gotta do is visit a hardware store or something and it should be an easy fix then. Not hard at all." Muttered the man to himself.

"I would hope that something that would be hard at least. As otherwise, it would be a true crime!" Purred a voice into his ear and shocking the Hell out of him!

As none other then the lovely and deadly Jade Nguyen was standing right behind him and running her hands along his back!

Author's Notes: I am a horrible human being for doing this to Oliver. But I can live with that!