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Oliver's POV

Six days had passed since he met the League. In that time he spent more time with Malcolm than at his own home. Oliver practiced swordsmanship and archery.

Malcolm was an amazing teacher. He was patient but worked Oliver to the brink of exhaustion. Before he would return to Queen manor they would have dinner.

It was during that time they got to know each other. Malcolm told him how he was originally a member of the League. That after his omega's murder he went there to heal.

There Ra's Al Ghul's own daughter gave him his new name. Al Saher the magician. Oliver could see where the name came from. Malcolm was always the entertainer at the parties.

The League gave new names to all of their initiates. Names were given based on skills. Whether you were an alpha, beta, or omega it didn't matter. As long as you were willing to give it your all. To have absolute loyalty to Ra's.

Oliver didn't know if he could have any loyalty to such a man. To him it seemed like the man didn't care who he killed. If there was even a perceived threat then he would kill them. Case and point was his team. If Malcolm had not vouched for him he would have been killed that day.

When he wasn't training he had his meetings with Panov. The doctor could tell that there was something on his mind. He discretely danced around it but didn't pry. From what Oliver could tell the man would rather hear it from him willingly. Otherwise no trust would form between them.

Oliver knew that he would have to tell them before he left. Otherwise Alex would be out hunting for him. They would worry the six months that he was gone. He couldn't do that to his family or his friends.

On the night before he was set to leave he invited Panov, Malcolm, and Tommy. Instead of his normal black clothes he chose a green t-shirt. It still allowed his dog tags to hang free while still covering his scars.

Malcolm watched him with a knowing look. While his family and friends couldn't really see his tenseness Panov picked up on it immediately. The omega was giving off calming feelings to him.

At the main course he finally worked up the courage to speak. He said as Raisa putting plates in front of them, "There is something I need to tell you."

His eyes trailed over to Malcolm who gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath and continued, "With a recommendation from Malcolm I have found a place to help me heal. Before you protest know it's only for six months. It was the same place that allowed Malcolm to heal after losing Rebecca."

Tommy's eyes darkened to almost a grey color. He didn't know where his father went during the two years but the man who returned wasnt the same one that left. In a way the younger alpha had never forgiven his father for abandoning him.

Thea and his mother looked absolutely crushed to be losing him again. He had barely been back a week. They were just getting used to his presence back in the manor and he was leaving again.

Walter on the other hand looked accepting. The alpha knew that Oliver didn't take his thoughts into account. The man married his mother while he was missing. There was no bond between them. Nothing to even start forming one.

Panov looked at him a curious light in his eyes. Oliver had yet to tell the man of his encounter with the League. He wanted to tell him but every time he started he came up short. There was always the hesitation in telling him. It wasn't just his own secret but Malcolm's.

His ability to guarantee the safety of his men was unpresendented. Alex wanted to know how but Oliver refused to explain.

Oliver said with a sigh, "I leave tomorrow. It's only for a few months but it might help me more than staying here."

Panov asked his hands coming up onto the table, "Where will you be going?"

He looked to Malcolm. All he knew about the place was that it was a castle in the desert.

Malcolm said taking over, "This is where I come in. He will be going to the Middle East. I cannot be more specific than that. We are sworn to secrecy upon leaving. Oliver will be sworn to the same secrecy I was."

Moira inquired, "Will you be safe, Oliver?"

Oliver replied, "As safe as one can be."

Both he and Malcolm knew that was a lie. The League would push him to the very brink of his sanity. Then they would bring him slowly back. Rebuild him into something better, less broken.

The rest of the dinner went slow. He and Malcolm answered what questions they could. By the time dinner was over Oliver was mentally exhausted.

Despite his exhaustion he still had to pack. One small backpack filled with his essential items. Two changes of clothes his sidearm and his knife. A Medusans go bag.

Oliver hesitated on a final item. It was not necessary but he hated to leave it behind. There was so much that could change in six months.

In his hands was a black leather journal. Panov had given it to him a few days prior. If Oliver didn't feel comfortable telling Panov then maybe he could write it down. So far it was only used to keep track of his nightmares. With a sigh he put it in his bag as well. Might as well take it if he wasn't going to have someone to talk to.

The next morning came all to quickly for him. His plan to leave without alerting anyone was immediately sabotaged by Thea. She had gotten up early to be sure that he didn't leave without saying goodbye.

Both his mother and sister hugged him goodbye. Walter clapped him on the shoulder. They thought he was simply going to heal. His mother no doubt was going to try to track him. Not that she would successful. He could avoid her and the CIA easily.

Panov insisted on going with him to the airport. Malcolm only wished him a safe journey and reminded him to be watchful. The look in his father's eyes was both warm and a warning. Where he was going he could not lose his head.

Final hugs were given and Panov drove him to the airfield. When he arrived the first thing he noticed was that Al Sayf was there waiting by a cargo plane. He was wearing a black t-shirt and cargo pants. This was the first time he saw the man out of his uniform. His dark eyes met Oliver's blue grey ones.

Oliver turned to the doctor and held out his hand, "I'll see you upon my return, doc."

Panov looked at him with an amused look as he said, "I don't think so, Oliver. I knew you were up to something over the week. So, I contacted Alex. He said you were displaying runner tendencies. I have permission to go with you."

Oliver winced and questioned, "What about your other patients? I'm not returning for six months, doctor. You likely won't be able to return either."

Panov sighed noting the wince, "You need me more than they do. They will speak to other doctors. You barely will speak to me. There is more to this opportunity than what you're saying. If I had to guess it would have to do with Eden."

Oliver grit his teeth. This man was more perceptive than he was given credit for. Oliver's shoulder slumped. He was tired of fighting his nature and the doctor. If Panov wanted to come he would have to go through Al Sayf. Maybe the assassin could knock some sense into him.

As they made their way to the planes voice shouted, "Delta wait up."

Oliver turned his eyes widening with surprise. Charlie was running up to them with a bag slung over his shoulder.

Panov sighed, "It seems even if I weren't to go, you would not be heading off alone. Come on, Oliver. Let's go greet the alpha shooting daggers at me."

Sure enough Al Sayf was glaring at the doctor. Though he seemed to accept Charlie's presence as the man fell into step next to Oliver. Two Medusans hurt by what they had done would be assets to the League.

Al Sayf rumbled when they came close, "Why is the doctor here? I can accept Eden but a head doctor?"

Panov replied, "You are a powerful alpha but Oliver is a strong omega. I'm sure Mr. Eden is equally as strong. I know the way both of them work and can calm them down without injuries."

Al Sayf looked to Oliver who shrugged. He wasn't getting in the middle of this mess.

The alpha rumbled, "If that is your decision then so be it. We need to get going however. Get on the plane and strap in."

Eden gave him a look but Oliver was already on the plane. He would not freak out as he had on his way out of Tam Quan. This was not returning him to the jungle.

After half a moments hesitation the two men followed. The last one to join him on the plane was Al Sayf.