AN: Future Oliver is going to be referred to as Ollie when I write him, BECAUSE I CAN! I'm not still crying about Crisis, you are. I'm slightly insane right now, i have a fever, and I'm a bit loopy. So this chapter might be loopy.
Everyone was in the break room, eating what food was left after the supers and the speedsters got to it.
Thea was talking to Laurel about something, that Laurel was saying no to. Probably something stupid.
That's when Future Oliver came in, because I can.
"Why are you here?" Laurel asked.
"Since my kids thought it would be funny to take all the cushions off the couches in the viewing room and hide them," Future Oliver said, looking over at the couch his kids were sitting on.
"Rebecca came up with it," Moira said.
"What! This time I didn't do anything!" Rebecca said when her parents looked at her.
"Okay fine, it was Will," Moira said.
"She's not lying this time. It was me. I was bored," Will shrugged, fist-bumping William, who was sitting next to him.
Ollie just sighed, like he was done with this.
Alura walked over to Ollie and said, "I would just like to say, I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life."
"We all know this, and love you," Ollie smiled at her.
Alura smiled up at him, hugging him.
"Okay, now that that's been established, did you guys at least put the cushions back?" Laurel said.
"We did not," Will said.
"Go! And Oliver, don't you think about leaving me to watch after your kids again. This group likes to prank," Laurel said.
"That's mostly Rebecca," Ollie pointed out. "Not that anyone can prove it."
"That's because my kid is awesome, and hard to track," Malcolm said.
"Lets just... go."
I giggled everytime I wrote Ollie.