So, last chapter, I said this would be the final chapter, but it was starting to feel like I was trying to put too much into it, so I decided to split it into two.

Lian Yu,

Late afternoon

The sun was beginning to set over the island and Oliver could see the planes, piloted by some available members of the League, nearing the island. Oliver looked over at the other side of the beach, where Samantha had William wrapped tightly in her arms. William seemed shaken, not that Oliver could blame him. Searching Tommy had revealed he had a wire on him, leading back to the boat. Everything that had been said had been broadcasted to William, including the fact that Oliver was his father.

Oliver then turned his gaze to the center of the beach, where Tommy was restrained and being guarded by Tatsu, Slade, and Ray, as well as multiple assassins. Overkill? Maybe, but Oliver wasn't taking any chances.

"He is too dangerous to be kept alive." Nyssa noted as she walked up next to him.

"I know…but I want to try something first." Oliver said and she looked over at him curiously.

"What?" She asked wearily.

"I wanna try to save him," Oliver held up his hand as she started to protest, "I know, I know, okay? But if I had given Slade the cure rather than trying to kill him, maybe everything would be different. My mother didn't die just so I could go on making the same mistakes."

"And if it doesn't work?" Nyssa questioned and Oliver sighed.

"Then I'll kill him." He assured her and she nodded.

"Okay. So, how do you propose we save Mr. Merlyn?" Nyssa questioned.

"Magic did this to him; maybe magic can undo it to." Oliver said as he pulled out a phone, dialing a number.

"Oliver." An accented voice answered.

"John." Oliver greeted.

"It's been a dog's age mate." Constantine noted.

"More than. Do you remember that favor you owe me?" Oliver asked.

Star City, League hideout

Night

Tommy lay on the ground, out cold as Oliver, Constantine, Nyssa, Thea, Laurel, and Roy stood around the room.

"So, you're gonna exorcise Tommy?" Thea asked confused.

"Not quite love," Constantine shook his head, "whatever this Shaman did wrong, it caused Tommy's dark side to take on a life of its own. Every dark thought and impulse he's ever had, everything bad and twisted about him without any of the good to rein it in took over, formed a sort of second personality. What we are going to do is cleanse his soul, return him to who he once was by removing the other personality. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?" Laurel repeated uneasily.

"Well, something like this has never happened before. There are no guarantees it will work. Or who Tommy will be if it does." Constantine explained.

"What do you need John?" Oliver asked.

"I need two people to go inside of his mind," Constantine said to everyone's shock, "to find the real Tommy."

"I'll do it." Oliver said immediately as he stepped forward.

"No offense mate, but you're not exactly bringing out the best in Tommy right now, are you?" Constantine asked and Oliver growled but conceded.

"I'll do it." Laurel stepped forward.

"Me to." Thea volunteered.

"No, Thea, you're pregnant. You have to think about the baby." Roy protested, immediately worried about Thea and his unborn child.

"Pregnant, not invalid. Besides, he's my brother," Thea said as she looked over at Tommy's unmoving form before turning back to Roy, "It'll be fine, okay?"

Roy wanted to protest but a look from Oliver stopped him. Regardless of what he'd say, if he begged or cried or shouted, she'd still do this. He couldn't stop her, only support her. So Roy simply nodded stiffly, his expression blank. Thea kissed him on the cheek before stepping up next to Laurel.

"So what now?" Laurel asked.

"You two, go on either side of him and join hands," Constantine instructed and they did, Thea on Tommy's left and Laurel on his right as they each grasped hands, "A little warning: this dark personality isn't gonna let Tommy go without a fight. Now…on with the show."

Constantine began chanting in a language none of them understood, waving his arms as several things began happening at once. The rom began shaking, the lights flickering as Tommy opened his eyes, his pupils pure white as he screamed in agony.

Inside Tommy's mind

Laurel and Thea appeared in a dark hallway, something resembling fog around them. Laurel frowned as she looked around, the hallway looking very familiar.

"Isn't this-"

"Queen Mansion." Thea finished for her.

The sound of children laughing echoed through the hall. Laurel and Thea looked around but could find no sign of any children. Wearily, they walked down the hall, attempting to follow the sound. They followed it into a room and opened the door. At first, it was bright, blinding light, but then it faded to reveal a scene fond to Laurel's heart.

Young Oliver, Tommy, and Laurel surrounded a crib where baby Thea stared up at them, giggling at the faces her brothers were making.

"Athena? She'll get tortured in school." Young Laurel pointed out, seemingly not sensing Laurel and Thea's presence.

"I call her Thea. I'm trying to get mom and dad to call her that, but mom's being stubborn. But don't worry Thea, I got your back." Young Oliver said making another silly face, making Baby Thea giggle again as Young Tommy smiled.

"What is this?" Thea asked confused.

"This was the first time Tommy and I saw you after your parents brought you home from the hospital," Laurel said, smiling fondly at the memories, "Ollie couldn't wait for us to meet you. Tommy was staying with you at the time because Malcolm had left and Ollie begged my dad to let me come over when they brought you home."

Suddenly, a chill washed over the room the room. Young Oliver and Laurel, as well as Baby Thea in her crib, suddenly vanish in a dark mist as Young Tommy took on a horrified expression.

"NO!" He cried as he rushed out, seemingly ignoring Laurel and Thea as he rushed passed them.

"Tommy wait!" Laurel cried out as she and Thea followed him.

However, as they exited the room, Tommy was nowhere to be seen. Laurel looked over to Thea, but to her shock, Thea was nowhere to be seen either. Laurel turned around only for someone to punch her, hard. Laurel was sent flying down the hall, landing painfully on her back. She groaned, beginning to sit up only to stare in shock as she saw who had hit her.

"He's mine now." Prometheus said as he drew his sword.

Thea was wondering the wall, looking for Tommy. Hearing what sounded like crying, she followed the sound. She pushed open a door and stared in horror. Tommy, now an adult, was kneeling on the floor, sobbing as he was surrounded by bodies. Not just any bodies, but Oliver, Laurel, Moira, Quentin, herself…

"Tommy?" She called out cautiously.

"He made me do it," Tommy said, staring down at a knife in his hand, the metal soaked with blood, "my father…he made me into a monster…just like him."

"Tommy, you're not a monster, you're not him." Thea said adamantly as he walked into the room.

"How can you say that, after everything I've done?" Tommy asked brokenly as he stared up at her. "To Roy, to Ollie, to you? God, I kidnapped Ollie's son and tried to goad Ollie into killing me so William would hate him!"

"That wasn't you, okay? It was this other personality inside you." Thea said, kneeling down in front of him.

"It's a part of me. The part I've always felt, deep down inside of me. The monster inside of me." Tommy said, shaken.

"We've all got one of those Tommy," Thea said gently, trying to sooth his fragile mind, "there is good and evil inside all of us, I had to learn that the hard way. The trick is not to let it control you, in your case literally. Help us Tommy, help us save you."

Thea reached out gently took the knife from Tommy's hands before they heard a crash. Without thinking, Thea jumped up and ran out of the room, her instincts kicking in.

She was stunned to see Laurel on the floor, Prometheus standing above her with his sword raised into the air.

"Stop!" Thea shouted and he chuckled.

"You came looking for a fight little sister. I'd say you found one." Prometheus said before throwing a shuriken at her.

Thea dodged the shuriken and rushed forward, the bloodied knife in her hand. Prometheus easily side-stepped her, grabbing her hand and throwing her aside, grabbing the knife from her in the process. Thea landed on the ground, hard, looking at her brother's dark alter ego as he twirled his sword.

"You thought you came here to save Tommy. But really, you came here to die." Prometheus told them.

A roar drew their attention and Prometheus looked up as Tommy rushed him, jumping over Thea and Laurel and tackling him to the floor. Prometheus dropped his sword and the knife and they rolled onto the floor. Tommy punched Prometheus hard enough to knock his mask off and was momentarily thrown to see his own face staring back at him. Prometheus took advantage of Tommy's surprise and punched him before throwing off.

"What, did you think you could come in here, save the day?" Prometheus chuckled as he got to his feet. "We're too sides of the same coin, we know each other's moves. Inside and out. The only difference is that I am not bound by your weakness. You're weak Tommy!"

"If being strong means I have to be a murderous psychopath, I'll gladly stay weak." Tommy spat and Prometheus smirked.

"You and Oliver truly are brothers Tommy, both held back by a sense of morality, despite all that you've done. You-"

Whatever else Prometheus was going to stay, he didn't get to finish. A sword suddenly burst through his chest. Prometheus gasped in pain, looking over his shoulder as blood escaped his lips. Laurel stood behind him, eying him contempt before she yanked the sword out. He coughed up blood before crumpling to the floor, staring up at her as the light left his eyes. Suddenly, the room was surrounded in a white light.

League Hideout

Now

Laurel and Thea dropped hands as they stumbled back, Nyssa and Roy steadying them respectively. Tommy was unresponsive as they all looked over at him.

"Why isn't he waking?" Oliver asked Constantine, who simply stared at Tommy's unmoving form in surprise. "Why isn't he waking?!"

A groan suddenly filled the room. Oliver looked back to Tommy to see him open his eyes, blinking as his vision adjusted. It was clear, to those who had known him at least, that something had changed. The madness had left his eyes, replaced by deep pain reflected in his blue eyes.

"Tommy." Oliver said as he walked over, kneeling down in front of him.

"Ollie…I'm sorry." Tommy said as he began to sob.

"It's okay," Oliver yanked him up and hugged him tightly, beginning to cry himself, letting all the emotions he had kept bottled up since the revelation of Prometheus' identity, "it wasn't you…it wasn't you."