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So this little bit is inspired by the Angel Season 4 finale.

Takes place after 'Heroes stand united'.

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Guest 1: Thanks for the review and glad I did a wonderful job. You're welcome. Well, that is quite sad on Jupiter's Legacy.

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Chapter 6- Home

The Multiversal dusting had been something for sure, and Slade had seen his own son Joe (or whatever he was now) turn to dust in front of his eye.

After that, he and Nyssa had joined the rest to bring the dusted back by battling Thanos and Morgoth, and he had ended up fighting an Orc doppelganger of himself called Azog the Defiler, who seemed to be stronger than him even when he was on Mirakuru.

Fortunately, he and Aragorn had killed Azog, and the second time, Azog had been killed by the Dwarves themselves.

When it had all been fixed, Slade had tried to ask Adeline Wilson where his son was, but she still refused to tell him a thing about Grant Wilson, because she believed his sheer presence would make Grant a monster, even though he had changed from the man who had besieged Starling City with his army of Mirakuru thugs to make Oliver pay for something that wasn't even his fault.

Of course he knew that now, but the Mirakuru had twisted his mind terribly back then and he only believed a certain interpretation of events that a hallucination of Shado, created by his own twisted and Mirakuru-addled mind, had convinced him was true.

And that interpretation definitely did not pain Oliver or Sara in a good light, though truth was both of them were blameless in this whole situation, the only one to blame for what had happened to Shado was Anthony Ivo himself.

He had gotten what he deserved, but the pain he had caused Oliver, and to some extent, Sara, he would never be able to make up for it.

Even helping Oliver against Adrian, and having his help to find his son in return, wasn't completely enough. Slade would just have to live with what he did for the rest of his life.

After Adeline had refused, Slade had requested Lyla to look into the matter. She was warily trusting of him, and he could not blame her, it was obviously part of her job, and his previous actions before helping Oliver on Lian Yu were not in his favor, Mirakuru or not.

Still, she had helped him find where his son was, what he was doing currently, where he lived, and had even provided him a ride to go meet him.

Actually, Slade wasn't going to meet him at all. After all he had done, it was best he stay away from Grant, let him enjoy the life he had now.

Slade just wanted to see him, and know that he was happy. He would always keep an eye on his son, especially since one eye was all he had, so he couldn't keep two of them on him no matter how much he wanted.

The ride drove across a winding mountain road. It then creeped under low-hanging trees at night and stopped at a discrete distance from a cozy log cabin home nestled in a small clearing.

Slade walked out, peering into the house from a large picture window that glowed with hearthside warmth. He stood beyond the light it cast, careful to stay out of sight. The sound of laughter was heard from within.

A family sat around the dinner table, animated, talking casually, constantly overlapping, and Grant Wilson was among them, young and happy, and he had clearly made an achievement.

"You just opened up a whole bottle for yourself, didn't you?" The dad said. "I'm just saying, you've got your pick. Any college you want to."

Grant replied with a non-commitmental shrug. "It's really not a big deal."

The mom pointed out. "Top ten percentile is a big deal."

An aunt asked. "Are you and Tracy going to try to go to the same college?"

Dad trailed off. "Oh, bad idea…"

Grant revealed. "We haven't talked about it."

The dad told young Grant. "I love Tracy. I'm just saying, it's a bad way to go."

The sister sounded disgusted at Grant though, but not in a mean way. "Tracy's a vegan."

The mom asked. "So? At least she doesn't live on Pop Tarts."

Grant ended up giving another shrug. "You know, maybe I'll go to school overseas. Like Russia. Is there anything farther away than Russia?"

Mom told him. "Don't you even joke about it."

Dad realized. "I feel a toast coming on."

The sister groaned. "Oh, god."

Mom sighed too. "Here he goes."

"To the top ten percentile…" Dad raised his glass but Grant stood up and cut him off.

"Okay, whoa, whoa, enough. That's all I had to hear. Since it's my special day and I'm all brilliant and everything and I'm forced to spend at least a few more weeks with you freaks…" All gave mock gasps. "I get to make the toast, okay?"

He raised his glass. "To family."

Not a word.

They all raised their glasses and drank as Slade watched outside, a bittersweet smile on his face. His son now had everything, a good life, and achievements in academics too, he was going to very far, he didn't need to know his real father, it wouldn't be good for him.

The sister quipped. "I think I should get wine for the toast."

Grant asked. "Oh, really? I wasn't talking about this family. I made that clear, right?"

As they all broke out into another round of laughter, Slade watched the happy family scene, then turned away and walked off into the night, leaving his son behind.

He would always keep watch over him and protect him if anyone found out about him and tried to get to him through the boy, but he would never ever meet him, Grant would never know about him, it was better this way.

With that, Slade walked out of Grant's active life.

Forever.

Based on when Grant was born, him being as old as he was in Arrow Season 8 actually made no sense at all, but Arrowverse writers have never been much for continuity, have they?

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.