What's up guys? I'm back! Again. I really need to stop disappearing. Or if I actually post this in a reasonable amount of time, I'm just going to sound like an idiot. So it looks like there are some that are actually intrigued by this and I'm not the only one who actually thought this was a good idea haha. Which is good because that means there's a reason to write. Hopefully you guys enjoy. Without further ado, here's chapter two.

"That was weird wasn't it? He didn't seem very Olivery." Barry stated, but Caitlin was in a world of her own. She couldn't shake that look of despair and darkness Oliver tried to conceal. "Hellooooo? Earth to Caitlin?" Caitlin shook out of her trance.

"Huh? What? Oh yeah." Completely oblivious to what Barry had been talking about. "Sorry Barry, but I have to go check on something." She stated before rushing out of the room.

"What the…" Caitlin ran as fast as she could, Oliver couldn't have gotten that far away. She exited the front of STAR Labs to see Oliver limping to his motorcycle.

"OLIVER!" She yelled out. He turned, those broken eyes piercing her to her very core. She shook, every fiber in her body telling her to run, but she stood her ground. It was obvious Oliver needed someone, "do you want to grab a coffee with me at my house?" Everyone around you, everything you touch, dies. Chase's words filled Oliver's head. He didn't want to ruin Caitlin. "Oliver?" Caitlin called out when he seemed to recede into himself.

"At your house? Caitlin…"

"I need to get cleaned up anyway, I haven't been able to go home all night. Plus you're in your Arrow suit, can't really go to Jitters."

"I don't think it's a good idea. It's probably best if I just get back to Star City." What is he hiding?

"And do what? Because last you told me, you didn't want the team to see you. Please, just a cup of coffee?" She gave him her best plea. His facial expressions remained stoic besides the darkness in his eyes and she couldn't read what he was thinking. He wanted to get coffee with her. His body ached and he longed for something to give him a burst of energy, but he also wanted to be alone.

"Just one coffee?" Instantly her face brightened and to Oliver, her smile was something infectious and despite what he was feeling, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile. He composed himself before Caitlin saw and took her offer of support as they walked to her car. The car ride was awkward as Caitlin tried to not bring up Oliver's current state and Oliver not wanting to talk much. Oliver noticed how Caitlin kept stealing glances at him. He knew she was curious as to the chain of events that had led to this moment, but he didn't want to talk. He feared that Chase was right, that once people learned of his past, they would never be able to see him as anything but a monster. In his own thoughts, he never realized that Caitlin had been parked for about ten minutes.

She studied him. He was an enigma. Maybe it was because she was close to the people she normally worked with, but she could typically read people's thoughts and emotions, but Oliver… Oliver was someone else, something else. The only thing she could read was that darkness that kept flashing in his eyes and truth be told, it scared her. It looked like Oliver would snap any second and it could go two ways. He could break down and begin crying, which she had never seen, or second, despite his body's broken state, he could lash out and hurt her. When she realized he was stuck in his own thoughts and he wouldn't notice that they were at his house, she called his name.

"Oliver." Instantly he snapped out of his thoughts, his reflexes kicking in and looking at her in a speed that could've rivaled Barry. "Relax..." she said as she noticed his body tense, "I'm just letting you know we're here." She saw his body relax just slightly and they stepped out of her car and approached her apartment. What Caitlin saw next made her freeze and drop her keys, Amunet had scratched a message onto her door. Oliver who had been focusing on not falling over looked up.

"Is something wro…" his voice trailed off as he saw the message. "Caitlin, what danger are you in?" She snapped out of her fear and picked up her keys.

"It's nothing Oliver, nothing I can't handle at least." Her voice shaky at best. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do so, but Oliver grabbed her hand.

"Caitlin, it's not good to fight things on your own. Especially things that you're afraid of."

"That's rich coming from you." Her eyes wide immediately after she said it. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it like that."

"No, what you said is fair, but it's because of the things I've done that I can give you this advice. Do not fight this on your own." It felt like more needed to be said, but Oliver backed down, slipping his hand away from her's and wondering what had just taken place. This wasn't like him, but he deemed it because of the emotional and mental state he was at due to Chase. That was the only logical explanation he could think of. Caitlin turned around and fumbled with her keys. She wasn't sure what was happening, but something was definitely happening. She finally got her door open and was relieved to find her apartment still intact. After they both entered Caitlin offered to give Oliver first shower.

"The bathroom is just down the hall, I still have some of Ronnie's old clothes you could probably fit into so that you can get out of your Arrow suit." Oliver, too tired and weak to fight, thanked her and proceeded to the bathroom. Caitlin pulled out a new set of clothes and left it outside the bathroom and began making the coffee she had promised. She drank her cup, leaving Oliver's on the counter and sat on the sofa, waiting for Oliver to finish his long shower. Amunet was coming after her and she didn't know what to do. She was terrified of her powers, but without them, she wouldn't stand a chance against Amunet. Do not fight this on your own. What did Oliver mean not to fight it alone. Initially she thought it meant going to Barry and the team, but the way he said it, the way he gripped her hand, she felt like there was something more… Oliver Queen was something else. After thinking for what felt hours, she finally heard the water turn off and assumed he had taken so long because of his injuries. He came out looking cleaner, but still injured and she let him know a warm cup of coffee was waiting for him before going to take a shower herself. After his protest of coming to her place in the first place, she expected him to somehow be gone when she got out of the shower, but what awaited her surprised her. She walked out to see a knocked out Oliver on her sofa, half of his body slipping off the edge.

Poor thing… probably used all his energy walking and showering on his own. She grabbed her spare bedding and helped him into a more comfortable position. Once finished, her couch was a mini bed and she smiled softly as she finally saw a more relaxed Oliver. After only seeing him so tense and defensive, to see him somehow peaceful, relaxed her and lowered her anxiety over Amunet. She climbed into her bed and despite the coffee and time, managed to fall asleep relatively easily.

Alright, so, there's chapter 2! Please leave an honest opinion letting me know what you guys thought. Reading over it, I'm really critical of my own writing and feel like I've rushed a lot of it along which is not good. If you guys have any comments or suggestions of your own, write it! It's great to get any type of feedback, and honestly, I'm willing to rewrite this chapter if you guys feel like it needs more work, so yeah. Alright, that's all for now, hope to see you soon in chapter 3!