A/N: This is a filler chapter I came up with. I'm kinda stuck on what to do next here so...yeah.
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A few hours went by and there was still silence. Oliver didn't mind it much; it gave him more alone time with Arthur. But really when they got back to their own world, they would be alone with each other all the time. Oliver grinned at that thought since it was the one thing he was looking forward to the most.
As he thought about this, the front door burst open. In came Michael, carrying an unconcious Matthew in his arms. He kicked the door closed and glanced around the room until he spotted Oliver, who waved cheerily at him.
"Hello there, love!" the strawberry blonde said happily, as his Canadian son approached him. "I meant to ask before you ended our conversation so I guess I'll ask you now; how did you get over here so quickly?"
Michael rolled his eyes and sat down in a recliner chair with Matthew still unconcious in his lap. "I flew here with Matt's plane," he said, combing his fingers through Matt's light blonde locks. "It was in a hanger a mile from his house. Very easy to get to. By the way I need some rope."
Oliver nodded and tossed his leftover rope to Michael, who used it to tie up Matthew's ankles and wrists, like Arthur's were.
"By the way, love," Oliver said, once Michael was finished. "Have you heard from Kuro or Luciano?"
Michael scoffed. "You know them. They won't contact until they catch their 'prey' and knowing how much they like to 'play' with anyone they choose to chase, they could be a while."
"True, true," Oliver said, nodding. Then he smiled down at Arthur's unconcious face. "However long they take," he purred stroking Arthur's hair again."I wouldn't mind at all."
Michael smiled down at Matthew as well and kissed his forehead. "I know how that feels," he murmured.
A/N: Review. Advice is welcome.
~Ellie~
