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The decision to go to team 'Arrow' was hard. Going as the Dark Archer with a sedated, 30 something man in your arms, who was also chewing on the pendant around your neck, was even harder. "If I might have a word…" Malcolm asked as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Is he…not that…ok he can, but…shutting up now." Felicity babbled till Oliver gave her a look.

"He's just sedated and it won't last long so can we move this forward." The older Merlyn suggested, readjusting his hold on his most precious bundle.

"What do you want Malcolm?" Oliver sighed, just as Roy walked in from a patrol.

"Hey what's…?" The red attired man stopped, zeroing in on the bundle the older Merlyn held. "We robbing graves now?" He snorted, trying not to think of that tragic day, five years ago.

"Don't be so macabre Mr. Harper. I assure you Ianto is alive." He made a judgement call and turned; they would be no help, even for the sake of his younger charge. "Perhaps I made an error coming here, sorry to waste your time." Malcolm sighed, Jones stuck in a nightmare, whimpered. "Hush now, you're safe." The older man cooed, uncaring of his audience.

"Wait Mr. Merlyn! What-what did you need?" Oliver relented, and Malcolm turned, neither noticing the fact Ianto was waking.

"Find me this man and I'll tell you…" The older Merlyn stated, handing a slightly grainy picture over to the Queen sibling. Then his bundle was falling from his arms, swiping the Glocks, Diggle had set out to be cleaned, as he fell.

Everything happened so fast and at first no one was scared, the guns were supposed to be empty. Creeping, like a Lynx around the table, like he was born for it, Jones reached up and confiscated two mags, just left there in the open, then he slipped back into the shadows. Ianto slammed the spare clips in, via his knees and clicked the safeties off with a pop of his thumbs. Ok now they were scared, awed and if Malcolm was honest, a bit turned on… Mostly scared though. Let's get our priorities straight, shall we, Mr. Merlyn!?

Ianto, chambered a round in each gun as he crouched, he reached up to tap his comm and realized nothing was there. "Son of a bitch!…fuck…Ianto Jones, you twpsyn." Jones looked down at the pajamas he was wearing and shook his head, a dream, he was sleep walking? This wasn't his flat though or the hub for that matter. "Owen you complete twat, what the bloody hell did you put in my coffee this time? Evil bugger." Ianto snorted, the physician had gone and drugged him again. Great…Just great. Only one way out then. He kept a gun leveled at the speechless group in front of him, holding their hands up, as if to ward him off. He noted the gun's gleam and couldn't stop the chuckle. "Nice, whoever's these are, need to check your safety though, it sticks, prefer a Colt myself." The other shiny weapon he brought to his temple and added, "oh well, even if I'm not dreaming, Jack…I always loved you…remember me."

"No!" Malcolm shouted, Felicity yelped, Oliver, Diggle, and Roy all cried out as Ianto shot himself at point blank range. The older Merlyn rushed forward, cradling his younger lover's bloody body in his arms. What they'd just witnessed pushed to the side, for the moment.

"What on God's green earth was that!" Felicity shrieked. Apparently not… Diggle, meanwhile went, rather quickly, to put away his discarded guns.

"A very vivid dream…I didn't know better, I'd say we just saw a memory…" Oliver explained, calmly, well as calmly as he could manage. He rounded on the other archer, "Malcolm what the hell did you give him?" Queen demanded with a glare.

"Must we do this now?" The older Merlyn looked up with tears on his lashes, cradling Ianto even closer as the bullet wound began to disappear right before their eyes. Oliver's look was grim, but he nodded, handing the older man a damp towel, to clean up with. "Oh Al jalim waladi, what have I done to you?" Malcolm whispered, as he dabbed the blood off pale cheeks. They gave him what privacy they could till the older Merlyn seemed to settle and reign in his emotions. Oliver was about to speak when a great gasping was heard.

Watching it happen on video, was one thing. Seeing it first hand was something else entirely. Ianto came back to life more violently than anyone expected. Gasping and thrashing, clawing and hissing as he scrambled into a corner. Whimpering and crying as pain pounded through his skull. A bullet to the head was always a bitch, when you came back. They had killed him then, there was only one conclusion for him to come to… He'd been bad, they'd abandon him, maybe for years this time. "P-p-please…so s-s-sorry…c-can b-be good p-promise." Ianto whimpered, repeating it over and over.

Finally Felicity couldn't take it and walked over to Jones, wrapping her arms around the huddled figure. He begged her to let him be good, let him try and it broke her heart. She murmured and cooed, like a loving mother to her chick. When his sobs quieted to sniffles she jerked her head at Malcolm, indicating he take her place. He gladly did so, giving his pendant to the younger man, who looked to the room first, his eyes shifty, expecting the shiny thing to be taken away from him. Satisfied that they wouldn't, he began treating the bauble like a teether, curling into the welcome heat of Malcolm's body.

"Mr. Merlyn, consider that man found, now can we talk about the fact, we just had James Bond stop by for tea and crumpets!?" Felicity demanded with a raise of her hands.

Al Jalim (jaleem) Waladi: My beautiful boy

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