WARNING!!!!!!! M rated material at the end.


"Absolutely not, Thomas". Malcolm Merlyn seldom used his son's full name, but when he was upset it was a different matter.

"I'm not asking permission, I'm here as a business partner on Oliver's behalf".

"And what does Robert think of this hairbrained idea of his son's"?

"He supports his son".

"Then he's a fool".

What hurt Tommy Merlyn the most was not what his father said.

"The Glades took my wife Thomas, your mother, I'm not going to let them take my son".

"I'm partnering with Oliver, father".

"And how do you expect to do that? You work for me".

"What are you going to do? Cut my pay? Cut off my trust fund? Or maybe, you're going to shut down Oliver's project just like you did Mom's clinic"?

"Don't bring your mother into this. She deserves more than a son who disrespects her memory by making her mistakes".

"Her biggest mistake was marrying you".

At that Malcolm brought his open hand down on his son.

"How dare you? I loved your mother, and I love you, even if you can't see that".

Malcolm opened his arms to his son, only to receive a hard glare from Tommy.

"I'm done with you, MALCOLM. I'm done with this company, and I'm done being your son".

And with those final words Tommy walked out on his father.

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"I take it the conversation didn't go well", Oliver said, throwing Tommy a bag of ice for his bruised cheek.

"You could, *wince, say that. Do you think I'm too old to file for child abuse"?

"Just a little".

The two friends sat alone in the Queen's family den. It was mid afternoon and Nyssa had been taken on a shopping spree by Moira. Nyssa had felt it was too ear li y to meet her in-laws, and had adamantly opposed the idea, but Oliver had insisted that the sooner she met the sooner they could be together. Reluctantly she agreed, but had, in no certain words, made it clear that she just might refuse him pleasure for the foreseeable future. Oddly he was quite happy with that if it meant his family was whole.

"You know, the more I learn about that man the more I hate him", Tommy said, pulling Oliver from his thought.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad", he replied, knowing full well it was that bad.

"Damned it isn't. That bastard tried to use my mother's death to stop me, then he calls your dad a fool for supporting you. But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was looking into that animal's eyes and not seeing a trace of love or emotion".

"I'm sorry Tommy".

"If mom were alive...this would kill her".

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CENTRAL CITY

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The station's workout facilities weren't exactly new, but right now they were sufficient for Thea. Right now she was working the heavy bag over, while Dinah Drake held it steady.

"Why don't you save some of those moves for the baddies, girl"?

"Sorry D, just got a lot on my mind".

"Like Harrison Wells"?

"What do you think about him"?

"I think he's full of crap".

"He's hiding something, I just don't know what".

"Look, beating this bag till your knuckles bleed isn't the answer".

Thea considered her friends words, exhaled, and took her gloves off.

"Y'know what? I think the nerds in the lab might have an answer".

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CCPD FORENSICS LAB

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"Absolutely not, Detectives".

Julian Albert cursed his life. Spivot and West he could handle, but the delinquent Detectives, as he calls them, were another matter all together.

"C'mon Julian. What could it hurt"?

"What could it hurt? My career for one, my morals for another, not to mention IT'S COMPLETELY ILLEGAL. Dibney was fired for less".

"Forging evidence is not less. Forget it Thea, we're wasting our time".

As the duo walked away, Thea played her ace-in-the-hole.

"I thought you were a good man Julian".

"Ugh, blast it all. Fine, I'll help you out, but just this once, am I understood"?

Julian growled as he was assaulted with hugs by the women.

"I'm going to regret this".

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Star City: Abandoned Building: The Glades

Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn stood in the middle of what used to be the main floor of an old foundry. Oliver's flashlight cut through the darkness and into the empty void.

"Not bad', Tommy said, his voice echoing throughout the metallic cavern, 'except it's a dump that's falling apart".

"C'mon Tommy', Oliver said, hugging his friend around the shoulder, gesturing with the other into the vast expanse, 'can't you see it? Over there, we'll have a basketball court, and over there will be the dining hall and kitchen, up there will be our office, and in the back we'll have beds for the homeless or the kids that can't go back home. Tommy...this is our chance to make a change".

Tommy smiled, coming around to the idea.

"We're actually doing this...aren't we"?

"Yeah, buddy. We are".


Star City: Merlyn Global


Malcolm Merlyn stared out his office window and out onto the skyline of the city. With his son's betrayal and insistence on joining Oliver's venture his well laid plans had taken a turn. Still he pressed forward. Nothing, and no one, was going to stand between him and his ultimate goal.


Star City: Oliver Queen's New Apartment


It would be a two story apartment built right above the Community Center, although no one would know that. To everyone else Oliver Queen would drive in from downtown. Eventually he would have to find a real therapist, as soon he would begin to date "Elisabeth Carter". Nyssa would continue her psychiatry practice, moving her office to The Glades, looking to reopen Rebecca Merlyn's free clinic, offering more than just physical care. They both understood the alternative method and were not executing that without giving the humane approach a fair shot.

Oliver was just finishing up the bed when he heard soft footfalls behind him, undetectable to the untrained ear, but familiar to his. He smiled, gently taking the arms that wrapped around his waist in his hands, basking in the sweet scent that invaded his senses.

"Welcome home my love", he whispered. Nyssa said nothing as she spun him around, pushing him onto the bed.

"It has been too long since we took our time husband, let us be one again".

Oliver wanted nothing more. He watched in awe as his wife stripped before him, taking in the sight of her soft flesh as, inch by inch, it was revrevealed to him. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her half naked towards him. Softly he kissed her abdomen as he slowly undid the buttons on her black jeans. Pulling the zipper down he was finally able to pull her pants down he was treated to the sight of her pantiless groin.

"You will be the death of me, wife", he said, his eyes never leaving his prize.

"I almost was, if you remember".

"I do", he said, finally taking her again. Her soft gasp fueled the fire within him. She pulled his head closer towards her before pulling him back. That alone took great strength.

"As much as I appreciate your attention beloved, I have need of something else".

Without hesitation Oliver stood, making quick work of his pants and underwear. Gently picking her up he kissed her lips, his muscles remembering the all too familiar ritual. Without need of sight Oliver slid softly into his wife, knowing full well that she hated that.

"Once again my love, I don't need"...

Before she could finish Oliver dropped her onto their bed, then attacked her with a fierceness reserved only for her.

For the rest of the night he made love to his wife, reminding her again and again why she loved him; not for his body, not for his skills as a lover, but for the way he captured her heart. She prayed he would never let go.


Allright guys, leave a review about the things you liked/disliked. This was my first attempt at M rated material, don't expect it a lot. Well, Malcolm's true colors are beginning to show, leave thoughts and ideas for his future. Thank you so much.SincerelyFicmaniac12