Arrow's Flashpoint

Summary: When Barry Allen learned that his crush, billionaire playboy Oliver Queen, and his hero, the Starling Vigilante, were one in the same, it turned his whole world upside down. The accident that made him the impossible also allowed him to get closer to the Arrow than he ever dreamed. But Oliver didn't know how the kid had managed to weasel his way into his heart; until it was too late.

Pairing: Oliver Queen X Barry Allen (aka Flarrow). Mentions of past relationships and crushes will occur, including; Linda, Sandra, Iris, Felicity, Shado, Helena, Isabel, Laurel, Becky, Sara, Nyssa, OC, etc... Aside from that, pairings are canon.

Warnings: Action, Adventure, Alcohol, Amnesia, Angst, Assault (Physical), AU-ish, Bisexuality, Black Comedy, Bullying (Mentioned), Character Deaths (Minor Canon & OC), Child Abuse (Mentioned/Implied), Crime, Dark Themes, Depression (Mentioned), Drama, Drugs, Family, Fluff, Friendship, Homosexuality, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Inappropriate Humor, Language, Lemons, Love, Medical Babble, Mixed Fandoms, Murder, Non-Beta'd, Non-Canon Pairing, Possible OOCness, Psychiatric Talk, Religious Talk, Romance, Science Babble, Self Harm (Implied), Sexual Abuse (Mentioned), Sexual Themes, Slash, Song Lyrics, Spoilers, Suicidal Thoughts (Implied/Mentioned), Superpowers, Time Travel, Twins, Violence, etc.

Point Of View: 3rd Person POV, past tense, story form, italicized thoughts/flashbacks/dreams. The main focus will either be on Oliver or Barry, depending on the scene. If they're both in the same scene, chances are it'll alternate between the two of them.


It was January 15th, 2014.

Over a month had gone by and yet they were still no closer to figuring out who the guy wearing the skull mask was, a fact that was leaving Oliver in a more agitated mood than usual.

When he returned to the hideout, he found Diggle watching the news on one of Felicity's computers.

"A spokesman for the Central City mayor's office confirmed the lack of any damage or radioactive fallout from the explosion that rocked S.T.A.R. Labs five weeks ago-"

"Is Felicity not back yet?" He questioned, not seeing the perky blonde computer tech anywhere in their lab.

His friend shook his head in response, "She said she wanted to spend a few more days with Barry."

Oliver sighed, knowing things would be more difficult with just the two of them, before asking, "Any improvement in his condition?"

"No. He's still comatose."

The vigilante frowned slightly at that.

Barry was so young, and good. It just wasn't right that he had to be going through something like this, even if he wasn't consciously aware of what was going on at the moment.

He recalled hearing Felicity talking on and on about lightning statistics shortly after Barry had gotten hit - she was really worried about him after all. What had she said? Right, that the chances of getting struck by lightning even once in your lifetime was one in three thousand.

"Actually, Felicity was worried that he might be getting worse."

Confused, Oliver tilted his head, "If there's been no change in his condition, why would she think that?"

Turning completely to face him, Diggle decided to just let him in on the blonde's suspicions, "She found out he had been moved from the hospital, and when no one would answer questions due to her not being family, she did some searching. Apparently, the kid was moved to S.T.A.R. Labs, apparently the CEO - the one responsible for the particle accelerator disaster - contacted his foster family and got their permission, the "Why?" she couldn't figure out though."

Well, that certainly was odd, but not necessarily something to be concerned about...

It didn't have to mean that Barry's condition was worsening, perhaps it was just the actions of a man who felt guilty for his creation negatively affected so many people, and he was trying to make up for it in little ways.

But if Felicity was concerned, then he would let her do her digging around, if it made her feel some form of comfort with what was going on with her friend.

It wasn't like he could really do anything to stop her, anyways.

Despite the somewhat dark undertones when he looked at it now, Oliver still wore the mask that the kid had made him, not only because it was more convenient, but as a way to honor him, of sorts. He reminded himself with it that the boy would wake up eventually, and when he did, he could finally thank Barry for the thoughtful gift...

Feeling the need to change the subject for Oliver's sake, Diggle proceeded to ask him how it went that evening.

"Same as every other pointed conversation I have with these lowlives in Crescent Circle." He muttered, "Nobody has seen a man in a skull mask." He went to put away his bow, "But he's still out there..."

John watched his boss pace around, a look of concern crossing his features, "Oliver, for the past five weeks, you've pushed yourself pretty hard looking for this guy."

"He has the Mirakuru, Diggle!" Oliver snapped, spinning around to look at him, "I mean, you saw what it took to kill one guy that had been injected. We practically had to drop a building on top of him!" He shook his head, "So imagine ten, or a hundred. Imagine a thousand."

"You said Roy was injected?" Diggle asked him.

"Yeah."

The older man put a hand on Oliver's shoulder, hoping he didn't overstep his boundaries, "I've just never seen you spooked like this before, man."

Looking down at the hand, before back up at his friend, he sighed, "I should tell you something," he said, reaching to grab his grey overcoat from where it was tossed over a chair.

This would not be a fun conversation.

He really hoped the Mirakuru wouldn't affect Roy negatively

But then again, he'd never really been lucky.


Thank God Felicity had come back early.

Not that Diggle wasn't skilled in many ways, technology just happened to... not be one of those ways, and right now they needed all the help they could get with this bomber case.

Even though she was back and ready to work, he couldn't help but notice she wasn't her usual cheery self, and had a feeling he knew why, "How's Barry?"

Her smile tightened, "Ah, he's...still sleeping."

Seeing the raised eyebrow look Diggle gave her, she elaborated, "I prefer sleeping to coma, cause coma sounds... you know, not fun."

Despite her half-hearted attempt a humor, she could see the lingering sadness in her eyes.

He didn't really blame her.

Just as long as her thinly-masked grief didn't interfer with her ability to do her job, as far as he was concerned, she could have as much time as she needed to come to terms with her friend's condition.


Oliver was furious.

He knew he had no right to be, he knew as the words were coming out of his mouth, as he saw Felicity's expression morph into one of hurt and anger, that it wasn't her fault. She wasn't like him, he couldn't expect her to just bottle up her emotions until she blew up like he did.

Just because the island had made him into something nearly unrecognizable, he couldn't expect everyone to be the same way.

He couldn't blame her for being preoccupied.

As he paced around the Foundry, trying to suppress his rage, he thought, Barry, this is all your fault.

Then, of course, came the immediate slamming guilt. It hit him with the force of a tidal wave crashing against the shoreline, so powerful in fact that if it were to manifest physically than it probably would have knocked him right off of his feet.

He felt like shit for just letting that thought cross his mind.

It may not have been Felicity's fault, but it certainly wasn't Barry's either.

How could it be?

The kid was in a coma, and he had been for over a month.

It was possible what Diggle had been insinuating was true, maybe he had been a little jealousy of the way Felicity and Barry had connected, but that was his problem, not hers. And it wasn't really fair of him to get angry at her for being upset that her friend (were they even only friends?) was in the hospital in a critical state.

This was something he was just going to have to learn to deal with.

Shaking his head, trying to shrug off the sudden heavy weight on his shoulders, he made a silent prayer to a deity he wasn't entirely sure even existed, to wake the CSI up.

Maybe then, things would go back to normal, or their version of normal at least, and his friend would be okay again.


The man known as the Arrow had a lot on his mind.

He had already decided that he couldn't keep focusing on Laurel - he couldn't let her be his weakness any longer, but there was more to it then that. That was why he had called Sara, because it may have not been his responsibility to take care of her, but it was hers.

At least, in a way.

She may have been the vigilante's blindspot, but she was also in pain. The alcohol, the drugs, it was all just a mask she was hiding behind, not unlike his own, and if Oliver could, he was going to help her. Not as a protector or an ex-lover, but as a friend.

Then there was Roy...

When he first heard from Thea what had happened, how he'd nearly beaten a man into a coma (never mind the fact that he was a serial killer), he knew.

He knew for certain that the Mirakuru was starting to take over, he could only hope that he had intercepted in time to teach him how to control it - not just the strength, but the rage that went along with it. If he could, then maybe hope wasn't lost for him after all.

Still, if there was anything he was glad about, it was putting the issue of the man in the Skull Mask behind him. With Daily dead, hopefully the serum would stay gone for good.

It had never been his intention to reveal his true identity to that kid, but he had no other choice in that moment. All he could think of was what another earthquake would do to his city. If it had gone off, it probably wouldn't have left the undamaged half in tact.

Thankfully, it seemed as though Roy was willing to keep both of their secrets for now, because the less Thea knew, the better.

For now, anyways.


Every single day it seemed like Oliver's life was getting more and more complicated, not less.

Calling Sara had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was beginning to have his doubts. With that woman Nyssa in town, he gotten the feeling that things would only get more difficult. And he'd been right. He had so much on his plate.

If it hadn't been training Roy or lying to Thea or disowning his mother, then it would have been about his re-kindled relationship (if it could even be called that) with Sara, or his issues with Laurel, keeping his identity a secret and trying to make sure Starling was safe, then whatever was going on with Felicity...

But at least with Nyssa gone, one problem was taken care of.

He really hadn't liked the idea of a bunch of trained murderers running around and kidnapping people in order to get to their flighty ex-member anyways.

Speaking of which, witnessing the two assassins kiss had brought up a lot of emotions in him.

Confusion, for one, because as far as he had always known, Sara was straight. But then again, they found out on the island that you never really know somebody, until you know them. Perhaps a bit of anger or jealousy, but also suspicion - because he had known that Laurel being poisoned at the same time as her arrival was definitely not coincidental.

Snake venom wasn't exactly a common poison to spike someone's drink with.

It had also brought up old memories of his, ones that he had pushed to the very corners of his mind. His early teens, which had been spent mostly figuring out what girls were even for and how much fun an unlimited credit card and a fake ID could be.

But also, it made him think of Tommy.

About how much fun they had together, and while their relationship had been rocky up until their reconciliation on his death bed, they were like brothers.

But it hadn't always been that way.

True, his best friend had, prior to the destruction of the Queen's Gambit, half jokingly threatened him with death if he ever tried to discuss the things they had done together, as in, ever. Curiosity or not, Oliver had been the one to instigate it, at the age of fourteen when girls were just so complicated and he began having feelings that he wasn't too sure whether or not he wanted to explore.

While, true to his word, they had never discussed it again, he knew it was something neither of them had ever forgotten, and yet things never became awkward between them (not for that reason anyway), it was just the type of friendship they had, the one that took nearly two decades to build up.

Thinking about the past was painful, for more reasons than one, and it was as he and Sara got ready to track down Nyssa Al Ghul before she could do anymore harm to the Lance family, that he decided perhaps some memories were just better left untouched.


Okay, so I know this chapter was kind of short and muddled, but honestly? I don't think I could write a chapter for every episode in between "The Scientist" and "The Calm", even if I wanted to. The next chapter will probably be about Barry's condition, family, etc.

I hope not to do a ton of timeskips, but there will be at least a couple so things don't get too boring, kay?