Well I promised an update for Welcome back Arrow, which I, myself, was really disappointed since none of my streams worked so it will be tomorrow before I can watch the return show, though I admit I followed twitter and that was almost like watching. LOL

Anyway I hope you enjoy this short update. Please talk to me if you have time.

Enjoy my Arrow friends.

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Practice started and he stretched them out. After he finished, he said, "Scott, front and center." And he pointed in front of him.

The teen still had contempt in his eyes, but he moved and said, "Yes, Coach," with a sneer.

"Hit the track."

"Seriously?" He whined.

"Take off, I want you to remember it's a privilege to kick the ball on this team, and you haven't earned that privilege yet."

Scott huffed and puffed as he stalked off toward the track.

"Jordan, front and center."

The teen narrowed his eyes and then crossed the small space to come to a stop. Crossing his his tattooed, inked covered arms, Jordan towered over him, his look brutal and threatening.

Returning her look, he growled. "You've got your only freebie."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Coach."

Someone snickered but not for long as his eyes swept the team.

Wow, the kid looked him straight in the eye and lied, and he made the word "coach" sound dirty. What a piece of work.

"I want to be clear here. Cross me again, Jordan, I'll send you straight to jail. You won't pass go, and I guarantee that you won't collect two hundred dollars."

This time more than one snickered.

"That's funny. Not."

Jordan took a step toward him and he stepped in the young man's space, and the Arrow came out.

"You will address me as Coach, and there's nothing funny about you attacking me."

"Prove I attacked you, Coach." He spat the words.

"I gave you that bruise on your left arm, Jordan. Looking for another?"

Several of the team snickered this time, a few out loud, and he evil eyed the group, who fell into silence, no doubt waiting to see how this played out.

"I could have gotten that bruise anywhere. Who's to say, you gave it to me?"

"I won't tell again to address me as Coach, and we all know I gave you that bruise after I took Scott and Malone's metal pipes from them and yours from you. Now try me again, and I'll send you to jail long enough you might have a chance at quitting smoking, or you can be smart and learn from the experience."

"I . . ."

"I want to be sure you and all of you," he eyed each and everyone of them, and most of them ducked their heads as he went on, "that you all understand that I will NOT TOLERATE another attack on anything that belongs to me. Now hit the track. It's a privilege to kick the ball on this team and you, like Scott, haven't earned that privilege yet."

Disrespect filled Jordan's face and his eyes narrowed.

"And Jordan if you're thinking about calling on your street friends to pay me a little visit, don't worry, I take care of mine, and if they attack me, bother me at all, it will be you that goes to jail, I'll make sure of it. I know who you're flying colors for. Understand me?"

Silence answered him and then Jordan hissed the words. "Yes, Coach."

"Then hit the track."

If looks could kill, he'd dropping dead right about now.

"Malone, step up."

The dark headed young man with long hair, and an ace bandage wrapped around his right wrist moved to stand before him but he wouldn't meet him eyes.

"How's the wrist?

"Hurts, Coach."

"You got anything to say Malone to help your case?"

The large young man bit his lip then shook his head. "No, Coach, I've got a feeling talking's going to make it worse. Can I go run now?"

Most of the team laughed.

"Good choice. But, Malone, understand, you attack me, again, and I'll really hurt you, not just bruise your wrist. Understand?

"Got it, Coach. Understood!"

Malone raised his head, gave a small salute, and met his eyes, and he thought he saw true guilt in the teens eyes so he softened his tone, "Then hit the track."

Head down, feet dragging, Malone joined Jordan and Scott running the track.

"Show's over, gentlemen. Everyone grab their ball. Today, we're learning to move the ball up and down the field."

Several groaned and he stopped and looked into the group. "Did I hear someone else say they wanted to run?"

The words, "No Coach," resounded through the air.

"I thought not. Now, we're going to work on being a team, on learning how to set the ball for another player. When the ball's flying at you here's what you do. See how I'm locking my foot in the shape of the letter L, then I use the inside of my foot to kick, to keep control of the ball. Dean kick me your ball."

Dean kicked and Oliver used the inside of his foot and the ball repelled off his foot and rolled a short distance and stopped.

"See how I slowed the ball down but it still got away from me? Now if we're working as a team, it would have been someone's job to be right there and pass the ball to another player down the field."

"Dean, Tyler come here and bring a ball." He pointed, and said, "You two stay here."

Walking about ten feet down the field, he said, "Nick and Adrian, come here."

Nick ran to him, but Adrian hung back and drug his feet, and he caught the bitter scent of cigarettes as the teen got closer to him. But he ignored it. Felicity had warned him the Adrian was unfriendly to her, which meant he needed to work with the teen, not alienate him further.

"What I want you to do is use a soft touch to slow the ball, let the ball bounce off the inside of your foot then one of your team mates will kick it back to a player on the other side, who will then set the ball for the next person, so he can kick it back. Now let's try it. Tyler, kick me a ball."

Oliver used his right foot to absorb the ball's impact. "See, I'm not trying to stop the ball, I'm absorbing the impact, slowing the ball down, making the ball where I can set it for another player to smoothly pass it back. Controlling the ball as a team is what I want here. We have to work together. And I don't want any of you to touch the ball more than once. Adrian, kick the ball back to Dean softly. A soft touch is what I want. I want control not strength. Show me."

Adrian used the side of his foot to return the ball toward Dean, who ran and managed to bounce it off his foot.

"Good Dean, and yes, chase the ball. Soccer's about running and controlling the ball. Good job both of you. Tyler kicked the ball back to Nick."

Nick returned the ball and managed to set the ball for Adrian.

"Better keep it up. We're learning to work like a team here."

Pointing and calling out names, he split up the rest of the players to practice setting the ball, then walked among them giving them pointers and encouragement.

"Alonzo, I know you're strong but softer. I don't want you to kick the ball so hard it pops up during the reception. Gentlemen, I want you all of you to try to keep the ball on the ground. Soft touch is what I want."

"Russell, remember to use the side of your foot to kick and set the ball, not your toes. Soccer is not kick ball. Watch." He stopped and demonstrated the technique again and then one more time.

"Better, Dean." He noted that the teen with almost purple hair smiled. "You're getting there. Keep practicing."

"Adrian, nice pass. Not too hard or soft. Perfect."

And the young man almost smiled, actually met his eyes for an instant before he ducked his head.

Stepping back to the sidelines, he watched them.

Some got better as they practice and others, well others not very much, but at least each of them tried.

His eyes noted the three teens slowly running the track together, no doubt planning his downfall. He didn't like that he'd have to let them play again, for each practice they missed they missed out on learning how to play soccer. And he knew he'd have to work with them to catch them up.

And yes, time slipped quickly away, and he knew he needed to make some real decisions about what positions each teen played. Watching his team work the ball, he wondered again, about which one would play goalie.

He needed to find a goalie, someone who could actually catch the ball, but up to now his search for a goalie had been a total failure. The goalie had to be able to block and catch the ball and most of them seemed scared of the ball. And a scared goalie wasn't a good goalie. No, a goalie who couldn't block the ball would get them scored on repeatedly, and they'd lose.

They might lose but he didn't want his team crushed.

Something had disrupted the team.

Everyone on the field had stopped, froze, looking off the field.

Jerking his head around, he saw Felicity walking toward the soccer field. She walked across the green grass, swinging her high heels by their tiny straps in her left hand, wearing a hot little pink flowery number that flattered her ass.

His eyes moved upward and he realized she wore flaming hot, pink lipstick, the kissproof one that brought back some nice memories of him proving he could kiss that lipstick off her lips.

His heart sped up and his breath deepened at the thought and his dick reminded him, it existed.

Groaning softly, he realized her dress alone gave every member of his team a good eyeful of not just her awesome backside but her splendid long shapely legs.

Time stopped, as the entire team froze dead in their tracks. Soccer balls rolled to a stop, as every teen's eye trained on her barefooted sexy body walking with purpose toward him.

As soon as she got close to the field, she waved and yelled, "Hi, Nick, Marcus and Adrian."

Nick stumbled. No, he darn near fell over himself, and Adrian turned and slammed into Marcus waving back.

"Good afternoon. Hi Alonzo."

Jesus, her smile.

"Hi Dean and hey, David."

Both of them, instantly ran over the person passing the ball to them.

She waved again and acknowledged, Russell, who puffed out his broad chest and kicked his ball way too hard, forcing Josh, with his sun bleached blonde hair to chase it, after he stood and stared at her for an instant.

"Felicity, is something wrong? You're disrupting practice."

"Sorry, Oliver, I mean Coach." Yet, the smile on her face told him she was anything but sorry and nothing was wrong.

"Team, pay attention. Go back to setting the ball," he yelled at them, and slowly the teens went back to kicking and passing the soccer ball, but he could tell them still looked at her.

"And nothing's wrong except, Oliver, Mindy's in labor. And Mindy's mom has been going crazy looking for Tyler, and his mom has her phone shut off."

"What? Mindy's in labor?"

"Yeah and no one has a clue where Tyler's mom is. Mindy's panicked that Tyler's not going to come and be there for the baby. After I heard, I realized he was at practice and you have his phone in lock up, so, he can't answer it. And, then Mindy told me that Tyler can't miss practice because his coach is a real hard ass. Of course, she didn't know that I was living with the" she made air quotes, "HARD ASS, so, I offered to come and collect him."

"Nice to know I've gotten that point across. And I see you managed to meet Mindy didn't you?"

"Oliver, I'm working at the hospital and the entire place is buzzing about how upset this young girl is that her baby's daddy's going to miss the birth. She's fifteen for God's sake. Of course, I managed to meet her. I walked right up and introduced myself. And since, I kind of know the coach, I figured you would let him leave practice early with me."

Shaking his head and barely suppressed his smile. "Tyler!" He yelled as he waved the teen toward him.

The slender young man stopped in his tracks and ran toward him. "What Coach? Hi, Ms. Felicity!"

A flash of jealously struck him, as the teen received what he considered to be one of his Felicity smiles. Chiding himself, he knew he had nothing to worry about, that none of these teens would interest her, yet, that didn't stop him from not wanting to share.

"Tyler, Mindy's in labor." The words were probably a little harsher than they should be, but he couldn't help it.

"Now? The baby's coming now. Are you sure? She's not due for a couple more weeks."

Felicity tipped her blonde head. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure from the way Mindy's screamed when I left. Tyler, trust me, she's really in labor, and though I know little about them, babies seem to come when they want to. Come on, the nurse said that she was getting close. Guess she's been in labor all day."

Tyler immediately grayed.

He got that the teen had freaked out. "Go on, Tyler. Screaming's part of having babies. Go, be with her. She needs you. I'll be around in a while after practice and check on you and your new baby. Go tell Officer Walker, I said to give you your phone."

"Really? You're going to stop by later? Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm your coach. Of course, I want to meet your new son, and I need to check on how Phil's doing."

He noted Tyler's face held disbelief.

"Come on, Tyler," Felicity said, "Hurry up and go get changed and get your phone. Mindy's waiting for you. And that baby's not going to wait forever to be born."

Tyler turned and ran toward the locker room.

Felicity looked up at him and then ask, "Coach, I'll see you at the hospital later?"

The smile she graced him with amazed him, and he schooled his face to not grin back like an idiot. "Yeah, for sure, I'll see you later."

Slowly, she winked at him and a small grin escaped his face.

No, he couldn't help it. As he watched, she raised her hand and waved at the team and several of them tripped over themselves, as they waved back at her, and he smiled, as he shook his head.

Why was he not surprised that she made such an impression on them, since she'd made such an impression on him?

Yet, he had to forced himself to not watch her ass, as she walked away. Instead, he ran out onto the field to continue practice. "Pay attention. I want your eyes right here on me" he yelled at them, as he ran in and stole the ball, engaging them in practice setting the ball, now wanting to catch any of them looking at her ass as she walked away.

Practice passed swiftly, and he stretched the team out before he ran them, then stretched them out again, and sent them to the showers. After the last straggler finally left the locker room, he started the laundry. Checking his phone for the time, he noticed Felicity had texted him.

"It's a BOY!" The words, with plenty of happy emoticons, filled the screen, then the words, "C U soon?"

Tyler had becomr a father.

A small nagging thought struck him, as he found himself wondering again if they might someday have a child together, if someday she might text him with the same words, only this time it would be his child.

He frowned for no, he didn't want a text when they found out their baby's sex. No, he wanted to be right there to hear the words. Truly, he wanted to stand right there as the ultrasound technician told them what sex their child, their baby was.

His stomach plummeted, and he quickly brushed those thoughts away, knowing he was hardly father material.

Locking up, he walked up the ramp, climbed on his bike, and headed over to the hospital, his thoughts on Tyler and Mindy, and the reality they were parents.

Children raising children, and the idea depressed him, yet who knew? Mmaybe Tyler, who wanted to be loved, and Mindy, who seemed to love Tyler, could somehow love a baby and each other and make it work.

Stranger things had happened.

And that thought somehow gave him hope, as he rode his bike toward the hospital and Felicity, who thank the heavens, still loved him. And yes, even though they had problems, life was pretty darn good right now.

And he smiled and realized that yes, he was happy.

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