What if Tommy had questioned Oliver about the rescue?

Tommy wondered why Oliver was reporting a man in a green hood saving them. He may have been out of it, but he knows what he saw. He saw Oliver chase after that man, there was no man in a hood anywhere. Oliver took down this men, somehow. Tommy wanted to know why, he wanted to know how. He remembered when he was taken hostage in Hong Kong. He never wanted to feel that powerless again. He needed to be better, stronger, faster. From what he had seen, Oliver could teach him that.

As Detective Lance and Hilton left, Tommy pulled Oliver to one side.

"Just stealing him for a minute, Mrs Queen!" Tommy yelled as Moira protested that Tommy was taking him away.

"What's the matter, Tommy?" Olive asked as Tommy pulled him aside.

"Cut the crap, Ollie. I know you saved us, not some guy in a hood." Tommy stated as Oliver looked at him.

"I don't know what you mean." Oliver stated firmly, eyes fixed on Tommy as if daring him to contradict him.

"Yes you do. I know you saved us. I want to know what happened to make you so good at fighting."

"Believe me, Tommy, you don't." Oliver affirmed with a glare, but Tommy was not backing down.

"If you won't tell me what happened on that island, at least teach me to defend myself like you do." Tommy asked. "I was kidnapped, you know, whilst you were away? I was in Hong Kong, following a lead on you, and I was grabbed."

"I know." Oliver interjected. Maybe this would be the thing to make Tommy back off the idea, if he revealed it was him that grabbed Tommy two years ago.

"What do you mean?"

"I was there, Tommy. It was me who kidnapped you." Oliver bluntly stated.

"W-What? How? You were on the island?" Tommy looked shocked. "Nice try, Oliver. Trying to distract me?"

"Oliver Queen is dead. Remember that?" Oliver asked as Tommy's mouth opened in shock. It WAS Oliver!

"H-How?" Tommy asked, unable to put into words his rage at what Oliver had done to him, had made him think.

"I wasn't always on the island, Tommy. When I was there and when I wasn't there though, I did awful, horrible things to survive. It was kill or be killed. I'm sorry or what I did to you, but it was the only way to save your life. If I had to do it again, I would." Oliver looked directly at Tommy, blank, unmoving. He knew Tommy would hate him now, but he didn't care. As long as his best friend was alive and well, he could spend the rest of his life hating Oliver.

Tommy listened to all of this and saw red.

"AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU, AND YOU DO THIS?!" He raged at his old friend. "Don't even bother trying to justify it, Oliver. I need some time." Tommy stated before he stormed out of the house, got into his car and drove away.

Oliver watched as his friend drove away, a panging guilt in his heart. He hadn't wanted Tommy to find out, especially not this early, he hadn't even begun his quest to get justice for this his father and others had wronged and if Tommy wasn't quiet about this, he'd never get the chance. Oliver knew what he had to do, he had to invite Tommy to join him, train him so he can hold his own, or he had to ensure Tommy never spoke about what he saw and what Oliver could do.