Oliver's Seriously

Unorthodox Solution

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the general idea you see in this one shot.

Summary: Oliver gains a very wild idea on how to deal with Tommy's problems with him.

Looking back on it years from now, Oliver would never be able to quite say what it was exactly that caused him to go with the wild idea he used to get Tommy to trust him again and actually listen to what he had to say. But he always felt that the stress of what he was going through, the meds he was on that not many knew about, and the additional stress of the situation with Tommy is what drove him to do it. What is it he did exactly you wonder? Well, he dressed up as a British General complete with old style military wear, challenged Tommy to a duel, and said duel involved foam covered swords.. Something he originally had to get permission from Thea to do since it had been something between the two of them and Tommy back when she was younger.

Tommy himself had no clue what was about to happen until a knock on Laurel's door happened. The knocker was revealed to be a guy both he and Ollie had known back in High School. A guy who often wound up being forced into doing odd jobs for them time to time while dressed as a cross between a jester and an old timey delivery servant. Which when Tommy thought about it, was something he honestly regretted making the guy do. And was pretty sure Ollie felt the same way, well then again. Probably not with how he is now a days. "Uhh... Hey Sam, what are you doing here?" He asked curiously as he eyed the unfortunate get up Sam just happened to be in.

Sam glared at him and it honestly made him want to wince. "For the record Merlyn, I still hate both you and Queen with a fiery passion that is more powerful then the burning of the Sun itself!" His outburst wasn't something that surprised Tommy, though it did draw the attention of Laurel.

Her eyebrows went high as she took in what she saw and then gave her boyfriend a glare of his own. "Tommy! What the hell!?"

Said boyfriend raised his hands up in defense. "Hey, I had nothing to do with this! This is honestly the first time I've seen Sam here in years!" And it was true, the poor guy got as far away as he could from the two with out actually leaving the city aside from his college years anyway.

"Yeah Lance, for once this jerk didn't do anything. It was the other jerk who did." Sam grumbled out to them.

That surprised the happy couple and made them both wonder just what the heck Ollie was thinking. "Anyway, I have here a letter for you that the other jerk paid me to bring to you. I don't know what it is, and I don't give a damn at all. And I WILL be burning this outfit so I will NEVER have to look at it again!" His laugh sounded a bit crazed and it briefly made the two worry that he may have cracked over this incident.

It also made Laurel want to have some very strong words with her ex over what he had just forced this poor man to do. "And if any of you try to contact me again, I will SUE! SUE I SAY! AND I'M DAMNED SURE I'LL WIN TOO! HA HA HA HA!" He then shoved the letter into Tommy's chest, who grabbed it before it could fall. Sam then hauled ass from the doorway and onto the outside world.

"Ooookay..." Oh yeah, he was really starting to regret being such an ass towards that guy now.

Laurel ended up just smacking him a bit hard on the back of his head. "OW!" The look she fixed him with clearly said it was well deserved. Something he knew better to argue against after past experiences with that look.

He opened up the letter so that they could see what it had to say. And it pretty much went like this.

Thomas, ya French pansy. I challenge you to a duel upon the morrow at 4 in my stately home's backyard! Your intolerance is insufferable and I shall not have it anymore! If you do not meet me as per requested, I swear to thee I shall march upon the streets and embarrass your cowardly French self until you do come to where I am in full French Military wear!

The two had identical looks of disbelief on their faces. Although a part of Laurel wanted to laugh at the whole thing even if she was a bit curious by it all. Tommy just felt annoyed at what Ollie was doing. That damned crazy ass jerk! He thought angrily to himself.

He balled up the letter and chucked it into a nearby waste basket. "Whatever, I am seriously not doing that."

Laurel wanted to roll her eyes at Tommy's stubbornness. She knew full well how Ollie could be when he wanted something and it still seemed that even after the Island he was still like that. Which she supposed was a good thing, even if it all did make her pretty curious.

The Next Day...

A man in full British military gear on a horse could be seen walking around in the city. And it was drawing in a lot of onlookers, the fact it was Oliver Queen in the outfit was already bringing out at least one news crew and a boatload of Paparazzi to see what was going on. Speculation of course was already running high that the weight of being alone for so long had finally made him snap. Moira Queen could even be seen facepalming herself at QC while Walter looked on somewhat amused by the whole thing. Thea was pretty much laughing her butt off, same for Laurel. And as for Tommy? Well he just wasn't happy period.

"Mr. Queen! Mr. Queen! Why are you dressed like that!? Has your time on the island caused this to happen?" The lone reporter asked with her voice higher then the voice of the Paparazzi members.

Oliver looked down at her for a moment. "I am dressed like this for I am General Queen of her Majesty's Army! And I've come here to settle a score with the French pansy known as Thomas Merlyn! Whom has seen fit so far to ignore my challenge! I warned him of what would occur should he not accept it! I give him one more hour to face me in combat at my stately home!" Naturally, he ignored the other question while managing to sound like a legit British man.

Malcolm Merlyn wasn't a happy camper either, but whether or not it was because of Oliver's stunt or Tommy was a bit unclear. "Why the Hell can't Moira control her children!?" Okay, so maybe his unhappiness really was aimed more at Oliver.

The Good General wound up only having to wait for another 30 minutes when Tommy finally showed up on foot and in his own French Military gear. Something that made his father groan at the sight of it and wondered what it was exactly that he did to deserve this sort of embarrassment. Laurel rather thought he looked damned good in the outfit and had to admit it was giving her all sorts of fun naughty ideas to try later with him. "Alright you English wanna be, let's get this over with right now!"

Oliver eyed him for a moment before speaking. "Trying to sound American now Thomas? Is there no end to your cowardice as a French man!? And where is your horse!?"

Tommy glared at him. "Rodney is ill at the moment, so get off the horse and let's do this already."

Thankfully for him, Oliver complied with his demand got off the horse and walked up to him with one hand on the hilt of his sword. "You wish to meet defeat in view full of the public Merlyn!? Then so you shall! En Garde!" He pulled out his foam made sword in a florish meant to amaze people, at least in his head anyway.

Tommy rolled his eyes and pulled out his own foam made sword and crossed his with Oliver's. The two nodded and then walked 5 paces away from one another before turning around. The crowd around them and those at home watching in complete silence except for Thea. Wondering how this was going to turn out and along with continuing to wonder what brought this all on. The two combatants faced one another from where both stood apart. The audience didn't have much longer to wait as Oliver was the first one to charge with a yell. And soon, the two were clashing as mightily as two could when using foam made swords.

"Your skill is no match for mine Thomas! Surrender now!"

"NEVER!" Tommy hated to admit it, but he was actually enjoying this more then he thought he would despite the fact he KNEW why Oliver was doing this.

His father on the other hand was wondering how his son had managed to get some decent skill with his chosen weapon as he knew the boy hadn't had much interest in that kind of thing. Then again, considering he paid more attention to work and his Undertaking he likely was missing more then what he thought he was. And in a move that surprised everyone considering they thought it was a prop.

Oliver used the whip he had attached to his belt and yanked Tommy's leg out from under him, causing him to fall on his back. He pointed his 'sword' down at Tommy's face with a smug look on his face. "Do you yield Thomas?"

The fallen Tommy could only sigh in defeat with a desire to kick himself for not realizing that whip was real. Not to mention wondering where the heck he got the damn thing from. "Yeah... Fine, whatever. I surrender!" He'd give his 'brother' a chance to speak his peace and then see where things would go from there. As thinking on it now, it was the least he could do. And then later come up with a plan of action to get Ollie back for this embarrassing defeat!

Little did he know though that Laurel was thinking of asking Oliver if she could borrow that whip of his.

Author's Notes: May there be much enjoyment to be had as you read this! R and R!