Lian Yu, Monastery

Afternoon

"You should've stayed dead." Kane said coldly as his men aimed their weapons at Slade.

"You are not alone in that feeling." Slade said as he eyed the weapons aimed at him.

"What do you think?" Kane asked as he looked over at Nylander. "Patricide?"

"He came here with Oliver Queen," Nylander gestured to Oliver's unmoving form, "who he seems to have knocked out cold. Most peculiar."

"Allow me to make a suggestion," Slade said and they two men turned their attention to him, "allow me to join you."

"You are with Oliver Queen and now you want to join his enemy?" Nylander asked and Slade smirked.

"Haven't you ever heard of a long con? Once my mind was cleared of the Mirakuru's influence, I knew the only way I was going to find my son again was by using his resources. I've been playing him for almost a year and he hasn't suspected a thing." Slade bragged.

"I didn't come all this way for a family reunion." Kane sneered.

"Maybe you did and you just haven't realized it kid," Slade said, walking over to Kane until his eye stood level with the barrel of his son's pistol, "You see, I came all this way, infiltrated Oliver Queen's inner circle, spent all these months playing the part of his friend and confidant, to find you. And I will kill anyone who stops me form speaking with you! Because I have nothing left to lose! Only you! So go ahead and make a decision."

There was a tense moment where even Slade wasn't sure what his son's next move was going to be. Then, Kane lowered his gun to his side.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't swayed by the poetry of it all. But can I trust you?" Kane demanded as he eyed his father wearily.

"Trust is built upon honestly. I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me and I have a lot of questions for you, Joe."

"That's not my name anymore." Kane said roughly.

"Your mother names you something different, to keep us apart. As a gesture of good will, I have a gift for Mr. Merlyn. And you." Slade said as he looked back at Oliver.

Slightly later, Oliver, in chains, was led into the cell where his team was by the Jackals.

"Ollie!" Laurel exclaimed as he was chained up.

"Don't blame me," Joe said as he walked in, gesturing to Slade, "he gets the credit for this one."

"Slade?" Helena gapped as everyone stared at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roy demanded, betrayed.

"Slade, you are not this person anymore." Oliver tried to reason with him, feeling something was off.

"What I am…is a father. Reunited with my son," Slade said as he looked over at Joe, "Seven years ago, I made you a promise. But I made him a promise to. And I'm not going to break it again."

"We have some catching up to do, father." Joe said and Slade nodded as they walked out, slamming the door behind them.

"Are you alright?" Quentin asked Oliver once they were gone.

"Where's my son?" Oliver demanded.

"William?" Roy asked stunned.

"We didn't know anyone else was here." Laurel told him.

"What makes you think Tommy took him?" Quentin asked.

"He took Samantha and sent me a video to leverage me into breaking him out of Iron Heights. He is somewhere on this island and we need to find him!" Oliver snapped.

In another part of the monastery, Slade was led into a room by Joe.

"Excuse the poor accommodations; we don't plan on staying here for too long. I got you something. A blast from the past, if you will." Joe said as he picked up a bottle of Australian rum and handed it to his father.

"My favorite. I didn't know you'd acquired a taste for it as well." Slade said as Joe pulled out two glasses.

"Like you taught me, allow drink good boos. And look out for yourself." Joe said and Slade tried not to flinch.

"Well, the Jackals are an unruly bunch. Must have been difficult to keep ASIS in the dark for so long." Slade said and Joe scoffed.

"It's amazing what an agency is willing to overlook when they've leave their own men for dead." Joe said and Slade smiled thinly as he poured the liquor.

"So, what sort of plan does Mr. Merlyn have? And where is he in all this?" Slade inquired.

"Why do you wish to know?" Joe inquired and Slade shrugged.

"I simply wish to know the game plan of who I'm working for." Slade said casually.

"He's around. And let's just say we will all have our revenge against Oliver Queen." Joe said and Slade nodded as they each drowned their drink.

A little bit later, Oliver spoke up in the cell.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

"I think Wilson did something funny to your head when he knocked you out." Quentin said before they heard the sound of chains falling to the floor.

"Talia never taught me how to escape from chains," Oliver said as they all looked over at him to see him throw the chains that had been around his arms to the ground, "but Ra's did."

In another part of the Monastery, Tala was flanked by four of her students when she felt a presence behind them. She turned around to see Nyssa standing on the bottom stairs behind them.

"We have unfinished business, sister." Nyssa smiled thinly at Talia.

"When I first heard you had sided with out father's murderer, I could not believe it. What a foolish woman you've grown into." Talia said as she eyed Nyssa with distain.

"It was your selfishness that forced me to grow up alone." Nyssa said as she crossed the final steps.

"Our father would never have passed his mantle onto a woman," Talia explained as the sisters met each other in the center, "I had to forge my own path."

"And you left me, knowing I would suffer at father's hand." Nyssa hissed, pain and rage in her eyes.

"And you wish to settle the score now?" Talia asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

With a grim smile, Nyssa walked away, towards a more open part of the room. Battle for battle, she thought as Talia stepped in front of her students.

"Father would be ashamed of you." Talia sneered but Nyssa was unaffected.

"Father was always ashamed of me. But I am no concerned with the approval of a dead man. I am Nyssa al Ghul, no longer heir of the demon, but the Demon's lady. You still remain his prisoner, even after his death. To be honest…it is pathetic." Nyssa smiled in mockery.

Talia seethed with rage but held up her hand to stop her students as they drew their weapons.

"No. Do not interfere." She ordered.

The sisters lowered their weapons to the ground and drew their swords. They rushed each other, their blades meeting in a clash of steel. They appeared evenly matched at first, with Talia being forced back by Nyssa. However, Nyssa soon gained the upper hand by striking Talia across the face with the hilt of her sword, quickly following up with a kick to her left hip.

As Talia fell to the floor, her students drew their swords. However, before they could do anything, Slade, his own sword drawn, jumped down from above. Within moments, Slade took care of Talia's students as Nyssa used her blade to draw Talia's chin up to her.

"Do it," Talia taunted as Nyssa struggled, "father would have wanted you to."

Before Nyssa could make a decision, Talia gasped as a sword burst through her front. Nyssa stepped back, stunned as Slade yanked his now bloodied sword out of her and she fell to the floor, dead.

"Why did you do that?" Nyssa demanded, angry at his interference.

"No one should have the blood of family on their hands." Slade said simply and, after a moment, Nyssa nodded.

"Well, you're late." Nyssa said, not sure how she felt about that.

"But they're not." Slade said pointing as Oliver and the others rounded the corner.

"So wait, he was only pretending to stab us in the back?" Roy asked as they eyed Slade.

"I needed to know where you were being kept and Slade needed an in with his son. Speaking of, have you seen mine?" Oliver questioned and Slade shook his head.

"I've searched, he's not here and if Joe knows, he's not talking." Slade explained and Oliver nodded.

"That was a little too convincing." Helena muttered and Slade winced.

"Sorry."

"We can grab my gear fast and hopefully, we can still stop them…if that's still what you want to do." Oliver said as he eyed Slade.

"I did as you asked." Slade said defensively as everyone looked back and forth between the two.

"But it didn't feel like an act the way it did before." Oliver argued.

"Because when I saw my son, I was tempted," Slade admitted, "I would have done anything to keep us together. But when I remembered William, I realized…that's not my boy. It's Kane. But what I fear…is that there is only one way to stop him."

"You can't kill your own son." Quentin said immediately, aghast at Slade's thinking.

"You don't know… they don't know." Slade looked over at Oliver, who understood.

"What happened after the island, it doesn't matter, okay? That's who you were before, not who you are now. And who are now is a father trying to save his son. Now, we're gonna go find my gear and then we're gonna go save our sons. Alright?" Oliver told him firmly.

After a moment, Slade nodded and they went on their way. After getting Oliver's gear, they moved out.

"We find Tommy, we find my son." Oliver told them as they walked down the hall.

"You sure about?" Roy asked as a door opened.

Tommy walked out, flanked by Joe and some assortment of Talia's students and the Jackals.

"Hey Ollie. Welcome back." Tommy said as he drew his sword.

"You were right, he can't be trusted." Joe said as he glared at his father.

"Fathers have a way of disappointing you. Isn't that right Ollie?" Tommy smirked at Oliver.

"Where is my son?" Oliver growled as Tommy chuckled.

"I'm honestly disappointed. All this time and you haven't figured out just what game we're playing." Tommy said seeming to be dismayed.

"I'm done playing your game." Oliver growled and Tommy dropped the smile.

"You're done when I say you're done Oliver!" Tommy snarled as Oliver glared at him. "You want your son back, all you gotta do…is kill me."

"I'm not gonna kill you. At least not until my son is safe." Oliver growled and Tommy chuckled.

"Well, either way, I win," Tommy said and everyone was confused, "you see if you don't kill me, your son dies. But if you do kill me, I still win. Because in the moment of my death, you prove me right. That you are, and always will be, a killer."

"You're gonna tell me where my son is, one or another." Oliver growled and Tommy laughed.

"You really think you can beat me? We were both taught by Talia al Ghul and my father. I know everything you know." Tommy bragged and Oliver smiled thinly.

"Not everything." Oliver told him.

Oliver and Tommy rushed each other, their swords meeting in a clash of steel. As they exchanged blows, their teams attacked one another. Nyssa fired arrows, getting two of the Jackals as Roy rushed one of Talia's students. He dodged a strike and punched him, finding a new use for his robotic arm. He picked up the unmoving assassins sword and began exchanging blows with another of Talia's students as Quentin picked up two fallen Jackals guns, tossing one to Laurel and father and daughter opened fire. Amidst all this, Helena picked up her sword, engaging in battle with some of Talia's student as Slade and Joe locked swords.

"Trust begins with honesty, you said that to me but you lied!" Joe snarled, pushed back at his father.

"You know life is not that simple Joe." Slade said, moving around and then using his sword to block his son's next strike.

"That's not my name! How could you forgive Oliver Queen for what he did to you!?" Joe demanded, not understanding.

"Because he forgave me for far worse! Sins I have to carry to the grave! A curse I didn't want to pass onto you! All this anger and resentment, it's time to bring it to an end son!" Slade shouted he pushed back, sending Joe stumbling back.

"No, it's just beginning!" Joe sneered as father and son began to fight.

With their teams fighting bellow them, Oliver and Tommy had made their way to a higher level. They exchanged blows with theirs swords, neither willing to give an inch as they continued blocking strikes. Oliver feigned left and, when Tommy moved to counter, he struck, not with his sword, but with his legs. He sent a powerful kick to Tommy's chest and, as Tommy stumbled back, Oliver knocked his sword out of his hands by slashing across his hand and then punched him, forcing him against the railing.

"There he is. There's the true Oliver Queen." Tommy chuckled insanely and Oliver snarled as he punched him once more.

Slade and Joe exchanged sword strikes, appearing evenly matched. However, Joe knew Slade was holding back, infuriating him.

"You used to be ruthless! What happened!?" Joe demanded.

"What you saw was the Mirakuru!" Slade explained.

"Stop lying!" Joe exploded, shoving Slade back. "I saw you kill before the Mirakuru!"

Joe rushed Slade in anger but Slade grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder. Joe landed had on the ground but quickly pulled himself to his knees.

"Milford Sound," Joe said and Slade paled as he realized what Joe had seen, "the father-son trip, the one you promised…would be all about you and me. I saw what you did to that Chinese spy!"

"I was on a mission for ASIS." Slade explained.

"Well here's something you don't know, something mother never told you: I have a brother," Joe revealed and Slade reeled back in shock, "his name is Grant. Mother didn't want him in this world," Joe drew himself to his feet as he spoke, "but me, I'm my father's son. I made my first kill six months after our camping trip. And I slit his throat, just like you did!"

While Slade was absorbing this new information and the implications of what Joe was saying, Joe struck out, hitting Slade in the eye with the hilt of his sword. Slade went down, landing on his back as his vision blurred.

"I wanted to be just like my father, like Deathstroke!" Joe ranted as Slade's vision cleared.

Slade stared up at his son, realizing what he had become. Slade looked into his eyes and it was like staring at himself, while on the Mirakuru. Realizing the effects of his life, of what his son had become, Slade tried one last tactic to reach his son. Slade placed his sword on the ground, looking back up at the stunned Joe.

"I am not Deathstroke anymore." Slade told him and Joe looked close to ears, making Slade think he had finally reached his son.

"Then you're not my father anymore," Joe said and Slade's heart shattered, "Only in my way!"

As Joe moved to strike him, a gun shot rang out. Joe went down, his sword clattering to the ground, and Quentin walked up, lowering his gun.

"You okay?" Quentin asked the shaky Slade.

"No," Slade said, letting out a shuttering breath as he looked at Joe, "he's gone."

"Hey, I only knocked him out. Your son's gonna be fine." Quentin said, not getting what Slade was saying.

"My boy is gone." Slade said brokenly.

"Tell me Tommy," Oliver said, holding Tommy in a neck lock as Nyssa, Roy, Helena, and Laurel fought off the last of Talia's students and the Jackals, "please, tell me where my son is!"

"Never!" Tommy gasped out.

With a growl of frustration, as his team emerged victorious, Oliver let Tommy go. Tommy slumped forward, breathing in sweet air as Oliver stood up.

"I am not the man you think I am Tommy," Oliver said as he walked in front of him, "you can blame me for what happened with you and Laurel, for you dying, even for your father's death for the rest of your life…I am done blaming myself for mine."

As Oliver turned his back on him, Tommy chuckled insanely.

"I had a feeling it would come to this," Tommy said and Oliver turned back to him, "your son is dead Ollie."

A stunned silence washed over the room as they all processed this news. Laurel put a hand over her face as Quentin clutched her to him and Slade looked over at Joe's unmoving form.

"He died screaming. He died begging for you to come save him. Only, you never came." Tommy chuckled, the madness shinning in his eyes.

Oliver walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, everyone wondering what Oliver would do now.

"I don't believe you," Oliver said grabbing Tommy by his collar, "you're lying to me in order to manipulate me into being the man you want me to be. But the thing is Tommy…even if you're telling the truth; I'm still never going to be the man you think I am."

Oliver let Tommy go and stood up. Tommy then stood up himself, glaring at Oliver with so much hatred he looked too much like Malcolm for Oliver's liking.

"Never say never."

Tommy reached inside his jacket, pulling something out. As he threw it to the floor, Oliver covered his face and turned away when it exploded. When the dust cleared, they saw Tommy was gone. Oliver looked back over last his team, assessing them. Laurel and Quentin were going to be no help against Tommy. And it was clear Slade wasn't in the right headspace for another fight. Oliver made a decision.

"Call Thea on the comms, she's with Samantha and three assassins. The assassins will be back at on a plane. Meet them at the edge of the island." Oliver ordered.

"What about you?" Roy asked.

"I'm going after Tommy; he'll lead me to my son." Oliver said in a tone that left no room for argument.

"And what if he's telling the truth?" Quentin questioned.

"I don't believe him, I can't. But either way, Tommy does not get off this island." Oliver said before running out after Tommy.

So, personally, I was pretty satisfied with the conclusion of the Nyssa/Talia fight in the show (Mostly because Nyssa knocking out Talia was hilarious), but it didn't work for the story to have Talia left alive. But I just don't think Nyssa should have the blood of family, as psychotic as they may be, on her hands. Which is why Slade is the one that killed Talia.

Just to clear something up, Tommy does not have explosives all over Lian Yu. He's crazy, just not that crazy. I'd say he's more Slade on Mirakuru crazy than Adrian Chase crazy, personally.

Next chapter, we will get the final Oliver/Tommy fight, which may be our final chapter, not sure yet.