Starling City: 2012
Over the next week Oliver visited the Steelworks and decided that is was a good place, it had a large basement not on the newer blueprints because it was sealed off years before. So he had started renovating the building and made a new secret entrance
into the old basement. He also spent time with his family which including the two new members. He vaguely remembered Walter from before, after getting over the initial grudge he had over him for replacing his father the blond actually started to like
the man, he found out Walter never wanted to take Robert's place he just wanted to make Moira happy. Thea had explained that after his fathers death his mother had slowly been breaking apart after losing her husband and her only son and that was when
he came along and started picking up the pieces, the help slowly turned to love. Thea liked him because of that, she had felt so alone during that time, it had felt like she had lost all of her family but Walter had brought her mother back and for
that she was grateful then Kyra came along and it just made them feel all the more like the family they were starting to become. The new information had made Oliver get over his feelings to the make an actually attempt at getting to know the man a
bit better.
Kyra well, she was easy to like, She was only three but she had this adorableness and innocencethat made Oliver want to protect her, she also had a habit of being funny in a way she didn't know she was being funny. She also treated Oliver like anyone
else not bothering to wrap him in cotton wool and try and shield him from the world because they thought that is what he needed.
At the moment Kyra was curled up on his bed asleep, while he sat on the window seat alternation between thinking with his eyes closed, looking out the window and the occasional glace over to Kyra. The little kid had wormed her way into his heart so quickly
and without his permission. He had only realized how much when she had asked about the scarf he always wore, He didn't bother correcting her about its name. He had recently begun wearing it all the time when he didn't have to be in a suit or in front
of cameras. Kyra's innocent question lead to Slade and for once instead of dodging the question he had said it belonged to his friend which then lead to him talking about Slade and he hadn't done that at all since he died.
It started when there was a knock at his bedroom door around midnight he though it might have been Thea but when he opened the door and saw the little girl looking at him through drooping eyelids, holding a white teddy bear she referred to as marshmallow.
The blond was a little surprised to see the child at his door. "Kyra what are you doing up, shouldn't you be asleep?" She yawned and said. "I was but I had a bad dream. I usually go to Mummyand Daddybut their both downstairs and Thea is
listening to music." She gave another little yawn and then continued before Oliver could say anything. "And I wanted to see what's in this room, I was never allowed in here."
Not really knowing what to say Ollie just stepped to the side of the door and gestured for her to come in, which she did and when straight to the bed and sat down. She looked a little more awake now with her eyes wider than before taking in the details
of the room she had never seen before.
Oliver had taken quite a lot of the old things that held no sentimental value out of the room because he had no use for them. So it was pretty bare of personal belongings, he kept all the furniture and all the photos but the useless ordainment's and trinkets
were removed. Kyra soon lost interest in looking around and laid back, he had thought she feel asleep which he didn't really mind since he wasn't planning on sleeping any-time soon. So he turned his attention back to the window and his thoughts.
Out of the blue Kyra asks "Why do you always wear that scarf?" she had turned to lay on her side and was looking directly at him. Oliver through about lying, just saying he liked it like he told everyone else that asked, but this time the urge to talk
about the man who previously owned it surgedwithin him. Which was confusing because he never wanted to talk about Slade since he lost him.
"It was a gift from a friend." a look of understanding took over her face. "Tommy?" Ollie shook his head in a negative motion and said. "No, it was a friend from when I was away."
"Can I meet him?" That brought a small smile to his face, picturing Slade meeting this little girl, he had seen Slade's face when he was with his son, the happiness mixed with affection that his small smile portrayed as he scooped the little boy into
his arms for the first time in years. Oliver had just stood behind watching the two until Slade introduced him. He had a feeling that if Slade ever had the chance to meet her, the Australian would get attached to her just like Oliver seemed to be.
His smile faltered, thoughts lingering on Slade's son. He hadn't seen him in a year or talked to him in about that long too. Which he regretted but Oliver was weak when it came to Joe which he hated but no matter how much he hated it he couldn't seem
to change it. So he let Joe think he was dead just like his father, thinking it better for the both of them but really he was hiding from his feelings concerning Slade. If he saw Joe all of those feelings would crash into him like a tidal wave. Joe
was a carbon copy of his father black hair, dark brown eyesthat almost seemed black even his face held so many of Slade's facial features the only difference between them was his body type, Joe was tall and skinny which Slade said he got from
his mother. He was current under the care of Slade's sister Serena he knew that she was bound to see his face on the TV or internet so before he came home he called her and explained that he was alive and going back to America to his family and proposed
the story to tell Joe that he had died alongside his father. She had been against it but Oliver tried to explain his best how he felt about seeing the boy again.
In the end she reluctantly agree but not to lie about him having died she just agree to say that she did not know what had happened to him and for that Oliver had been thankful. That being said, he was not heartless he called Serena almost every week
Inquiring about the boy, it had been a year since his father died and he seemed to be taking it okay. He was half way through his second year of primary school, his mother was out of the picture but he had his loving aunt to take care of him which
seemed to be enough for the little boy even though he missed his father. Serena kept trying to convince him to come and see Joe and in a wayhe very much wanted to but he felt he was not ready just yet.
"Oliver?" Kyra asked a little worried from the bed. He gave her a reassuring smile and apologized saying he was lost in though then answered her question from before. "You can't meet him he passed away." her imitate response was. "How?" Though Oliver
was being a bit more open with Kyra he did want to tell her that, plus the details are a bit to gory for a four year old. So he lied, he was getting good at that. "He died in a car crash." It was a pretty common way to go so he though it was the most
believable.
The atmosphere got a little glum in the room after that, so Oliver looked around for something, anything to change the subject he didn't find anything so he opted for the only think he could think of. "What to hear a story?" Kyra yawned and nodded, moving
from laying in the middle of the bed to once side, a silent gesture that she wanted Oliver to sit beside her as he told the story. He hesitated for a second, not because he did want to sit with her but because if he accidentally fell asleep he might
hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
He decided to just sit with her till she fell asleep she seemed like she was still a little scare from the nightmare she had a while ago.
Moira was walking down the corridor to check on her daughter before she when to bed. Sliding the door open as quietly as she could and peered into the dark room, she found her daughter was not in there but that wasn't strange most nights she liked coming
to either Thea's or her parents rooms. So she knew that Kyra wouldn't have come to their room because both Walter and her were up going over paperwork from Queen Consolidated. So logically she would have gone to her other daughters room. Knocking
at the door Moira could hear the music playing but it wasn't to loud, the door opened a second later to revealed Thea in her pajamas with a pen in hand. "Is Kyra in there with you? I checked her room and she wasn't there." Thea shook her head and
said, "No she's not with me, She's not in your room?" a slow panic started rising in Moira, but she tried to squish it. Kyra couldn't have gone far, the panic must have showed because Thea volunteered to help look.
They checked all the usual places they could think she might be but Kyra was not in any of those places. Thea didn't know what it was but something lead her to her brothers room, she almost turned away thinking it was pointless looking in there. She checked
anyway because what was the harm in doing so. "Mom, I found her." She whispered back into the hallway where her mum was checking the empty guest room adjacent from Oliver's.
There on the bed Oliver lying on his back with Kyra curled into his side, both fast asleep.
A/N: This chapter is kind of sappy but i have had this scene stuck in my head since the idea of Kyra was conceived, thus this chapter was born and i can't take it back now. Sorry not sorry. XD
As for Joe i don't know if i will be bringing him into the story more, i am still deciding.
As always comments are always appreciated, even if the are constructive criticism. I would also like to thank everyone who has followed and favorited this story so far, it never fails to make my day.