Oliver had returned home, after five years trapped on a deserted island. That's what Thea had been told in the frantic phone call she had received minutes earlier, her mother weeping with joy that her son would be coming home. She knew her mother would already have been making the suitable arrangements to get him home to Starling as quickly as possible. Her mind flashed to her last memory of Ollie, the maddening pleasure they had together, the final kiss, the final hug, the final smile. She thought of seeing him and her father coming back, opening a door that had been closed for five years, releasing feelings shrouded by grief.

Thea sat in her room after returning from school, staring at the blank page with pen in hand. She couldn't do it, too distracted by the prospect of her brother returning to focus on some silly English assignment. Her ears pricked up as she heard the slam of the front door, listening attentively to the voices below her. She heard her mother's voice, elated. She heard Walter's voice, deep and strong.

Then she heard the one she wanted. The one she hadn't heard in years. Her homework, barely done, went flying as she ran out of her room and she stared at him from the top of the stairs, tears welling with uncontained, overwhelming joy.

"Ollie?" She could barely believe her eyes, barely form the word as tears flooded her eyes. Her brother, resurrected.

"Hey sis." He seemed calm. Why did he seem calm? She had expected him to be more excited.

She nearly fell down the stairs in her excitement to get to him, hugging him tight against her, holding him to never let him leave. She felt the strength in his arms as he embraced her. His hand was low on her back, holding her with tenderness, while she clung to him as hard as she could, pressing herself against his broad chest, a comfort she hadn't felt since her father had left.

"I knew it. I knew you were alive."

She noticed the strong beard that had formed, roughly cut. She saw the way he looked at her as if she was a ghost. He stood upright, stock-still like a soldier and distant, forcing himself to be present while his mind drifted elsewhere.

"Right," her mother said, interrupting her thought. "We need to get you checked up."

Ollie's first stop was the hospital with their mother. She had some sway and was able to get him in a private room quickly enough. The doctors had insisted on having a day to observe him, much to her brother's complaint. He grumbled begrudgingly as he was strapped to an array of machines, his blood taken and his body scanned. He looked even more irritated when he was told they would have a psychologist speak to him in the morning.

"I coped fine without a therapist for five years, why would I need one now?"

But he couldn't refuse their mother, so consented to one session, looking thoroughly annoyed by all the fuss. They had to leave when the doctors started a physical examination. When they exited, Thea hovered, eavesdropping as Moira spoke in hushed tones with one of the doctors. She looked shocked, so Thea got a little closer, trying to look as unsurreptitious as possible.

"I'd say he has maybe 20% of his body covered in scar tissue. He's been through serious trauma, wherever he's been. I don't know how he will react to being back in the world after so long out of it. That's why we've got the therapy tomorrow, to-"

Moira had noticed Thea and snapped at her to go away, which she did, scurrying around a corner and walking out of the hospital to the car, where she told the driver to take her home in the same angry tone her mother had used only minutes before.

Thea came back from school the next day. She was wearing her uniform, the pressed white shirt and indigo skirt, with black tights and a tie that was undone so it hung at her chest, as was the style in her school. The day had been bland as ever and she had certainly not wanted to be there, with her brother's name on everyone's lips. There had been so many questions, from students and even a couple of teachers. She needed to get out as quickly as possible, hopping into the blacked-out car her mother had sent and telling the driver to get home as quickly as possible. He had obliged, sending Thea this way and that as he swung the car around every corner and making the speed limit seem like a minimum. She galumphed up the stairs and walked past Ollie's room, where he was trying to squeeze himself into a too-small shirt, in preparation for the hearing where he was declared alive again. She caught a glimpse of his back, the flowing muscles under skin covered in scars crisscrossing the muscles, burns and scratches and slashes.

She walked into his room, her hand moving to him instinctively and touching his shoulder.

"Ollie-"

He turned quicker than she could react, but his angered glare softened to a sweet smile when he saw her. "Don't you ever knock, Speedy?" he asked in a semi-serious tone.

"Mom said you had scars, but she didn't say you had this many."

Her eyes were drawn to the scars on his abs, then upwards to the deep black of the tattoo on his chest, surrounded by damaged tissue. It rippled as he flexed, buttoning up his shirt.

"Thea, I can't talk about it."

"Why can't you?" She was suddenly angry, hot rage filling her. "You can't just disappear for this long, five years where you were dead to all of us, your family and your friends, and not say anything about what happened. You come back and you speak Russian now. You have tattoos and you just disappear for hours at a time without telling anyone. I don't want to lose you again, Ollie. I can't lose you again. That's why mom got you a bodyguard. She feels the same way."

"It's only been a couple of days. It's going to take time. I need to get back to society, to normality. I've been alone for five years, Speedy. I'm not used to all the people, all the food, I'm not used to seeing you like this, or seeing Tommy with Laurel. I need to get my head straight, but I promise I'll tell you." They hugged warmly, Thea's head on his chest.

Later, Thea sat with Ollie, watching the news, where they were reporting on some crazy vigilante who was going around and putting arrows in people. She rested her head on his shoulder, nestling against his neck. His hand was around her, keeping her close, and his hand was behind her, treacherously close to her right thigh.

She thought of him kissing her right there and-

Then she shook herself out of the fantasy, trying to find contentment with his presence despite the darker thoughts flashing in the back of her mind. He pulled her a little closer as if sensing the depraved notion that had struck her. He smiled at her and she smiled back, beaming at his presence as she let her hand trail to his leg, realising how large he had become, just a mass of muscle. He looked down at her solemnly.

"Everyone's changed, Speedy. You're all grown up."

He squeezed her thigh lightly as he leaned in. She felt his breath on her skin and let herself indulge in her need, moving closer to him, but he pulled away and stiffened up, becoming colder once again. "All this news is depressing, masked killers and dead cops. I'll be out with Tommy tonight." He looked at her sternly. "Don't let me find you out again."

"Yes, Sir!" She enthusiastically saluted him, before they both laughed, as if their near-kiss had never happened, as if the tension and lust they had almost shared was fiction and not fact.

Ollie walked quickly as he left the room, trying to get away from the awkward situation he had created. Thea sighed, realising that her thoughts were too strong to ignore now. He had initiated, but she wanted more.

Thea couldn't sleep. Her nights had been plagued with horrors, the grief of losing her dad returning with a painful vengeance.

She had also been dreaming of Ollie, dark and sinful thoughts she had only indulged in during her most hedonistic times. He was a different man now, broad and strong and serious. She got up to walk around the silent mansion, passing Ollie's room, where he was asleep. He lay on the hard wooden floor wearing only a pair of dark boxers, restlessly tossing and turning as he was battered by nightmares of Lian Yu.

Thea stood and watched him, entranced by his pain. Hot tears fell from her eyes as she silently lamented the hell her brother had gone through. A strained sob escaped from her trembling lips and woke him, making him spring upwards as if electrified. The letter opener his mother kept in her bedroom was clutched tightly in his left hand, glinting in the thin streams of moonlight falling through the window. He turned and she gasped aloud, the tears coming faster now. She was moving towards him and he smothered her in a strong embrace, ice-cold skin chilling her hands as she held him. He was kissing her cheek and his hand was lowering, sliding to the threshold of her shorts and then under them, hand splaying and squeezing to feel as much of her as he could, pulling her against his bare body.

Then he kissed her. His lips pressed against hers, forcing intimacy. She stepped away from him, with a look of shock. His hands seemed reluctant to leave her skin, but he did so slowly.

"I'm sorry, Thea."

"Ollie, it's fine I want this."

And that was all he needed.

Another hug smothered her, and a passionate kiss. His hand trailed down her slim waist, cupping her ass softly. And she was kissing him too, her hands running over the thick muscle of his back, the ridges and hills of the deep scar tissue, exploring his body with passion and curiosity. She was lifted, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist, hugging him tightly. She could feel his cock now, hard as a rock and straight as an arrow, the tip against her crotch, lighting fiery arousal in the core of her being. He carried her to the door and pushed it closed with his foot, leaning back and making her hug him tighter to keep herself on him.

His eyes were hard and grey as she looked up at him, and lustful like an animal, ready to claim her. She twisted and spun and was on the bed then, his breath warm on her face as they both looked at each other with unabashed passion. He was quickly pulling his boxers off, kicking them away as Thea fumbled with her clothes, pulling the down to her ankles. Ollie's hands were searching her body, slipping under the baggy shirt and up her core until his hands found their place at her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them as their lips met again. One hand moved quickly, dipping a finger into her wetness before he started to stroke her insides, caressing her g-spot, weakening her resolve. She was smiling and trying to stay quiet, though a few moans forced their way out of her as he rubbed her clit, pressing against it with the other hand and slowly circling.

When he knew she was ready, he lined himself up, pushing slightly past the lips before he thrust deep. She tensed automatically, never having had someone that large inside her, and bracing herself as he slid in and out of her, his cock now slick with her fluids, which made him go even faster, making her body rock in tandem with every motion. She curled her legs around his waist, forcing him to stay closer to her, forcing him to be against her body, making his thrusts shorter and sharper. Her hands pawed at his shoulders, grabbing his broad back as he lifted her, holding her close, kissing her neck and collarbone, burying himself against her as she kissed him in turn. She began to push against him, ride him in the air, felt his hands paw at her flesh and tense against her ass, holding her and helping her, both gasping and moaning and looking so longingly at each other. They were kissing too frantically, then kissing deeply, a long, breathless kiss that Ollie held for the longest time, craving her lips in the same way a parched man craved the oasis.

He pulled her up and off him, letting them cling to each other tightly. Thea planted a quick kiss on Ollie's cheek and they rolled over. Her being on top was enough to want to have her, letting Thea slide on top of his cock, riding him with her hips and grinding against his waist for their pleasure. His hands were wrapped around her waist, moving upwards to hold her breasts in his hands. She leaned down, pushing him deep inside her as they kissed. She could feel his cock flex and bulge with pleasure inside her, loved the solid warmth of his thick rod as she rode him faster. Thea closed her eyes and let her right hand drift down to her clit, which was full and hot as she rubbed vigorously, moaning as she peaked and gasping as she came, eyes closing and mouth opening in utter pleasure. She sat on his cock, letting the pleasure fade, running her hands over his chest and holding his head gently.

"Come here, Speedy." Ollie reached up, kissing her and spinning them both, twisting her vision and flipping her so she was beneath him before he started fucking her again, his breaths quickening as he went. He was getting close himself, having to stop to regain his senses and reduce the feelings building beneath his core. He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her fluids, closing his eyes to focus. Thea moved quickly, taking hold of his cock with a firm right hand as she knelt in front of him.

Her mouth was opened wide and her baleful blue eyes stared up at him as she pumped up and down him, fast and strong, making his eyes squeeze shut and making him grunt as he came hard, strings of thick white fluid spurting onto her face and into her waiting mouth. When he was done, she kissed the swollen head, running her tongue up the underside before she parted with his flesh. She pulled as much of his cum off her face, letting it dribble into her mouth. He tasted salty, warm and gummy as it slipped down her throat. Thea coaxed him into his bed, holding him silently, kissing his neck softly as he slept peacefully, at home in her arms.