A/N thanks for the reviews and support. As for who Oliver will be paired with I have decided but you will have to wait and see who that is. Should prove to be fun.

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Oliver's POV

The ride back to Queen manor was awkward. Oliver rode shotgun next to Lance. Mo was in the back of the car. The three men were riding in silence each lost to their own thoughts.

When they arrived Oliver was the first out of the car. He was soon followed by Mo and Lance. It didn't take long for people in the house to notice their return. His mother was the first out of the house. She was soon followed by Walter and Malcolm. The last one made him pause. He would have expected Tommy but not Malcolm. What did the elder Merlyn want?

Lance steered him towards his mother with a hand on his shoulder. Mo followed a little behind them. When they were close enough his mother threw her arms over him. It took all of his self control not to lash out.

She turned to Lance and asked angrily, "How could you have let this happen? He wasn't that far from the precinct. It shouldn't have happened."

Oliver snapped back, "Mom this wasn't his fault. You can't protect from these situations. I should have been prepared for it just in case. I am however thankful that Doctor Panov wasn't hurt or killed. Alex would have my head."

They all looked at him strangely. It took him a moment to figure out why. None of them knew his handler/friend. That was probably a good thing. His mother would not get along with Alex at all.

Mo said stopping the conversation before it went into dangerous waters, "Alex is a friend of mine that Oliver met. They were getting along well before he returned to Starling."

That seemed to pacify her somewhat. She still glowered at Lance though. Part of him understood. Another part knew it wasn't the detectives fault. He should have been more aware of the situation.

Mo said firmly," This was not your fault, Oliver. You could not have predicted that they would try to kidnap us."

While he didn't believe it he nodded to pacify the doctor. Another male voice not at all fooled, "Oliver listen to him. He knows what is best for you."

Oliver turned his head to meet the blue eyes of Malcolm Merlyn. It only occurred to him then that the man had the same color blue as his own.

He cocked his head to the side considering the man. Malcolm had changed since his wife's death. Before he had been strict but had a gentle side. Someone that was always there for both him and Tommy. Malcolm had been the magician at both of their parties. He always had the best tricks.

Now his eyes were no longer merry. They held a darkness in them that was similar to the darkness in his own eyes. It made him remember that Malcolm had disappeared for two years. Two years where Tommy lived with him for those years. The rift between the two had only grown ever since.

He said, "I do listen to him."

Mo said his voice holding a smile in it, "You listen to me when it's prudent for you. Or when it's convenient for you."

That was true. He listened to Mo on somethings. Ignored him on others.

Oliver gave a small smile back at the doctor. His mother said firmly, "Let's go inside."

No one had any objections to going inside. Malcolm and Mo flanked either side of him. Once inside he found there was someone knew there. A blond haired man with blue green eyes.

His mother said as both he and Lance watched the new man, "Oliver this is your new bodyguard..."

She didn't get the chance to finish as he snapped, "No. I do not want or need a bodyguard. If he tries to follow me anywhere you will not like the consequences."

Mo said intervening, "Mrs. Queen, your son can very well take care of himself. Trying to force him to have a bodyguard will not end well for either of them."

She glared at Mo but his doctor held his ground. That was expected of the other. Only a handful could stand up to his mother for long periods of time. It seemed one such person was Morris Panov.

Oliver had slowly begun to read the man. Like at the moment Mo wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should. It wasn't like the man at all. Usually if he had something to say you had to listen.

Taking a deep breath he asked, "Mo what is it? I've never seen you hesitate before."

His reply wasn't what Oliver expected, "Despite my loathing of violence I believe should continue your training. You have many talents both in martial arts and in weaponry. I won't sign off on you to carry a firearm just yet. But I do think keeping up your training will help. Not just in protection for yourself but mentally as well."

He gave a confused look to his doctor. The older man continued, "It will improve your mentality by realizing not all fights are to the death. Maybe Alex's suggestion of becoming a professor holds some merit when you settle in as well."

The frown he gave Mo made the man laugh. Absolutely not. There was no way he should be let anywhere near a classroom. Not as a professor at least.

In the two years before Medusa he had received his bachelor's through the CIA. They had fast tracked him through most of his courses. The few he actually had to take he passed with honors. Gone was the playboy who barely passed classes. David Webb worked hard in his classes. With the fast track he had been well on his way to getting his master's in languages and cultures. It was what made him a good operative in other countries. With basic information and a few moments on the streets he could blend in with little trouble.

Alex was his mentor and friend. While they fought quite often it was never really serious. The only real argument that got heated was his going to into Medusa. Alex didn't feel he could be a killer. Thought it wasn't in his blood. David Abbot had begged to differ and gave him the training. It was with him that Delta was born.

If it had been up to the higher ups he would have been to a psych hospital. Alex had thrown a fit when he heard their plans for Oliver. Once Oliver was discharged he dragged the boy to Panov's clinic. He wanted Oliver to become a professor. That it would be a good fit for him.

He wasn't sure. There was so much that good go wrong with that idea. Someone sneaking up behind him in a particular teenager fashion. It could end up with someone dead or seriously injured. That's what he feared. Was that he would accidently hurt and innocent. Mo understood his fears and was trying to help him through it.

Malcolm said breaking him out of his thoughts, "I can help with that."

Oliver cocked his head to the side at the man. Malcolm was able to go toe to toe with his darker side. If anyone in this room could fight him it was Malcolm.

Mo asked carefully, "What do you think, Oliver? It's up to you."

Panov's warm brown eyes watched his own blue grey ones. It felt like the doctor was searching for something. What it was, he didn't know.

Looking at Malcolm he weighed his options. Training with the old family friend could bring valuable insight into what the other was like. Who he had trained with. One's fighting style told a lot about a person.

Oliver said after a moment, "I don't mind."

Malcolm smiled genuinely as he replied, "Great. We can start tomorrow morning."

They continued to talk for a few moments before they began to leave. When it was just him Malcolm and Panov.

The doctor said, "Oliver come by the office day after tomorrow. If you need me before then don't hesitate to call. Until then I trust you can handle yourself."

Oliver said nodding, "Of course Mo. I'll seen you then."

For a moment the man just stood there. Then slowly he reached out making sure Oliver saw every movement. His hand landed on the younger's shoulder and squeezed. This was the first real contact he had where he didn't attack the person straight out. Then he was gone leaving him and Malcolm alone.

Oliver said rubbing his cheek, "I have something I want to check on. So I'll see you tomorrow?"

Without really knowing why this man was making nervous? Was it because he was an alpha? No that never bothered him before. What was it that suddenly made him nervous?

It wasn't often someone could make him nervous anymore. Most of the time he was nervous when his men were missing. That made his thoughts turn to Charlie or Zach as his true name was. Charlie was one of his best men. Next to Echo he was the one who earned his trust the most.

How he ended up in a psych ward was beyond, Oliver. The man was one of the most sane out of all of them. Something was going on that no one would tell him about it. He hated when people wouldn't tell him what he needed to know.

Malcolm said his blue eyes watching him carefully, "Oliver there is something I wish to speak to you about. Alone away from everyone else."

That caught his attention. Malcolm wanting to talk to him alone. Whenever Tommy and Oliver were kids that never led to anything good. Usually they had been caught doing something they weren't supposed to. This continued even when he was in high school. Until he left to join the CIA.

Warily he began to follow the man. They went out into the courtyard. Almost immediately his eyes searched for any potential threats. The windows made him nervous but he could see in them. None of them open that would allow a muzzle to stick out. Nor could he see anything of a threat from his position. The way Malcolm had them positioned put him more at ease. Malcolm had his back to the house. Making so that Oliver could see everything and everyone coming from the house.

For the first time since he met the man he looked nervous. Like he was about to say something that he wasn't sure how Oliver would react. In turn that made him nervous.

Finally he asked, "Oliver do you remember how the hospital confirmed your identity?"

That was such an odd question it caught him off guard. Sure he remembered. They wanted to do a DNA test sense he had not been seen in almost seven years. Not that he blamed them. What did that have to do with anything?

Malcolm's lips twitched in amusement as he said, "By that look I'm sure you do. Before I tell you what I have to say you should know that if I had known beforehand I would have told you. Oliver it is customary in the case of an omega to contact the alpha parent. This was a problem for you."

"Because my father is dead. He died in the Gambit five years ago."

Malcolm shook his head as he said, "No, Oliver. Your father is very much alive."

At first all he could do was blink at the man. That didn't make sense. Sarah had confirmed for a fact that his father was dead. What did Malcolm mean he was still alive?

The more he thought it over the more things didn't add up. Until he was about ten his father had treated him like a prince. Always taking him to the office with him. One day it all just stopped. It was as if Robert Queen could no longer stand to look at him.

Instead of treating him like a prince he treated Thea like a princess. It had hurt Oliver as a young boy more than he could ever describe. It was about that time that Malcolm had returned. With the older Merlyn's return Oliver spent more time with the man.

Somehow Oliver had always felt more at ease with Malcolm than Robert. If Robert wasn't his father then that would make sense. Why Robert suddenly no longer could be around Oliver. Oliver's blue eyes widened with realization. If Robert wasn't his father. Did that mean?