I don't know how long this will go for but I just cannot be bothered to write about the Malcolm plot AGAIN. So this is season one but not really working up to the Undertaking. Ending before that I guess.

Yes the line Oliver says is from the show.

Slade continued to eye the two men with a questioning gaze. "Well?" he pushed.

Oliver took a breath and quickly asked before his nerves got the better of him. "Are you angry?"

Slade cocked his head. "It's weird but no. Why would I be mad?"

Oliver sighed in relief.

"Given your relationship," Yao Fei explained, "I wanted to be sure that nothing was-"

"Forced?" Slade finished, eyebrows lowering. If he was perfectly happy and carefree before, he was very pissed off now. He turned to Oliver. "You thought I was brainwashing you?"

"Wha-? No but..." Oliver looked down at his hands, trying to think of the right words. "It's possible."

Slade's eyes flashed red. "You little shit."

Oliver's eyes turned and stayed bright blue. "Hey! I'm new to this." He stamped over, getting into Slade's face. "How was I supposed to know what forcing someone felt like?"

"You're supposed to trust me," Slade pointed out, keeping his head held high as Oliver used their height difference to his advantage.

Ollie's eyes dimmed back to their normal colour. "I did not assume you ever Alphaed me to do something but if you did, I would have never found out. Have you ever...?"

Slade was just about to yell at the kid when his voice caught in his throat.

Oliver pointed a finger at the Aussie. "You did!" His eyes became a blazing blue once again.

Slade held up his hands. "Chill out kid. It happened once. I made you become human in your sleep so we could stop pussy footing around the subject."

Oliver's eyes were wide. Slade had planned it. "You planned that?"

Slade gave the blond an expression that read 'don't be stupid'. "It took me all of five seconds to think about."

"Oh, well that makes me feel so much better," Oliver said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "You still made me."

"Oh, for Christ sake."

Yao Fei moved around the two men and headed for the plane as they continued to argue like an Alpha and Omega would.

He smiled to himself.

Starling City, 2012

"You look so good behind a desk," Moira commented, watching her son get comfortable in the large black leather chair.

Oliver put on his best smile, which must not have been that good as Thea snickered. "Thanks for the support, Speedy."

"You're welcome." She smirked, jumping up and sitting on the desk.

"I would have to agree," Walter said. "You look like you were made to sit there."

Oliver looked down to his jet black suit. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought before turning to Thea. "Do I look like a pimp?"

"Oliver," Moira sighed.

"Yes," Thea nodded.

"I just need a cane and a hat."

"If you want to be a pimp in the nineteen-fifties maybe. You look more like a Russian mobster."

Oliver put on a straight face. "If you do this, my people will make your children orphans," he said in fluent Russian, the accent simply perfect.

"What does it mean?"

Oliver shrugged. "Heard it in a film once," he said. He turned back to his mother, who looked surprisingly happy about Oliver and Thea's conversation or maybe that was more due to the fact that they were having one. "There is one thing I'll need to work here."

"What is it?" Moira asked.

"I need to hire at least one person. Make this place feel more like my own."

Moira nodded. "I understand. We have some openings which you and Walter will need to fill."

"You are such a sell-out," Thea smirked at her brother. "What about the club?"

Oliver crossed his arms. "Well I did have it built for you but if you don't want it-"

"Wait," Thea jumped down from the desk. "You built it for me?"

"A person needs something constant to keep them afloat. This guy Yao Fei taught me that," Oliver pulled out a spare set of keys from his suit pocket and held them out to his sister.

Thea smiled and took them. "Teach you anything else?"

Ollie thought for a second. "Tea can cure anything and always carry something sharp."

Thea raised a brow.

Oliver reached into another pocket, this one made into the suit and pulled out a switchblade. He flipped out the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was too thin for his liking but it had been a gift from Shado.

"How did you get that past the metal detector?" Moira questioned.

"A friend taught me," Oliver said. "Although it was too easy, I would get some better machines."

"We can do just that," Walter pointed out.

Oliver smiled. "Good point."

Lian Yu, five years ago

The black and blond wolves had walked the forest for about ten minutes. It was their turn to get dinner after all and maybe being in a form where they could not argue but still could release that stress would be useful.

Oliver kept his eyes on the path. He did not even want to look at Slade right now.

The black wolf sighed. He ran up ahead, stopping just before a large tree that had fallen on its side a few nights ago during a storm. He switched back to his human form and flopped down on the grass, leaning against the bark. The man really had no shame.

Oliver just looked at him.

The Australian held out an arm. "Kid, would you just come here." It may have sounded like a question but it was not.

Oliver walked over, sitting down a few feet away, his back turned to the man.

Slade smirked, before saying, "I'm sorry."

Oliver turned his head at that. Slade was usually the brooding type when it came to admitting fault, so the words did catch Ollie off guard.

He turned his head forward and transformed. His long pale human legs stretched out in front of him, his hands flat on the ground. His butt suddenly felt cold.

Slade stood and sat down behind Oliver. He slipped his arms around the blond, pulling him to his chest.

Oliver's eyelids fell shut and he leaned into the Aussie.

Slade ran his prickly cheek along his shoulder and neck, making the younger man shiver. He rubbed his hands and elbows over Oliver's chest and sides.

"Are you trying to get rid of his smell?"

"It's natural."

"Sure it is," Oliver grinned. He gasped softly when Slade's palm brushed over his nipple. "Does it have to be so sexual?"

Slade chuckled, rubbing his jaw along the other side of Oliver's neck, dragging his tongue up the column. "No," he nipped at Oliver's ear.

Ollie moaned.

"I just like hearing you make sounds like that," Slade said breathlessly into his ear.

Oliver grabbed hold of the back of Slade's head and turned to meet his dark eyes. "Don't ever control me again."

"It was merely a hint and I won't. I promise."

Oliver smiled and kissed Slade, turning so he could straddle the man's lap.

When they broke apart, Slade pulled Oliver's head to his chest, lying down on the damp grass.

"You really were upset by this," Slade commented.

"I was just worried that all this was..."

"Hm?" Slade looked down at Oliver's dirty blond hair. He ran his fingers through it. "Fake."

"Yeah." Oliver mumbled, tucking his head under Slade's chin.

"One-sided."

Oliver frowned. It still could be. He ran his fingertips along Slade's side, admiring a scar the older man had got from an Alpha many years ago.

"Does that still worry you?"

Oliver said nothing. He just let himself enjoy the feel of Slade playing with his hair.

"Did they tell you what an Omega is?"

Oliver gulped and nodded.

Slade smirked. He sat up, holding Oliver to his chest with one arm and pushed the slimmer body up with his, without worry. He took Ollie's cheek in his hand so that their eyes would meet once more.

"I would like you to be my partner," the Alpha said, "my Omega."

Oliver blinked.

"I would like to create a pack and have you run it with me, by my side," Slade smiled. "I want my kids to meet you."

Oliver could simply not believe it. He just sat there, in Slade's lap, those warm eyes so full of emotion which was very unlike the man he knew.

Instead of saying yes and kissing the other man, Oliver gave a very Oliver Queen response. This consisted of pouting his lips in thought and saying: "Omega sounds better than Beta."

Slade grinned. "It does."

They kissed.

Starling City, 2012

Thea was not one for getting up early and five in the morning should just simply be called ridiculous o'clock. Had she not had the strong need to go to the bathroom, falling back to sleep would have been an easy task, it still could have been if it was not for the fact that she liked to sleep on her belly. She sighed in frustration, got out of bed, moved down the hall and went to the bathroom. It was times like these that she wished she had a bathroom en-suite like her brother, so she could just hop in and out, still wearing only her underwear.

She looked down the hall to the last door. Speaking of Oliver...

Thea was too tempted to have a look in, see if he was back yet from wherever he spent his nights. However when she got to the door, she could hear movement. She tapped the door lightly with her knuckles but got no answer.

Opening the door she saw that her brother was wearing only a pair of jeans and doing push ups. His face was slightly sweaty like he had been working out for a while; his muscles large and bulging and the earphones in his ears and the phone under him explained why he could not hear her.

Oliver's eyes shot up when he saw the door open from the corner of his eye. He moved to sit on his knees, pulling out the ear buds.

"I did knock this time," Thea pointed out. She could not help looking at the cuts and burns that scarred his body.

"It's fine." Oliver stood, turning off the song and wrapping the wire around his phone. "What are you doing up?"

"Toilet."

"Oh."

"So what time do you get to bed exactly? If you have time to work out this early." She crossed her arms.

Oliver sighed. "Thea, if I get startled I lash out. It's not safe."

"Then put something up against the door," she said simply.

"I guess..."

"See Ollie," Thea smirked, "I know you're trying to get better or whatever but can you just pull your head out your ass for five seconds and see that you are just making things harder for yourself?"

Oliver turned away, moving over to grab a shirt from one of his drawers. He paid no mind when he heard Thea step over to him and held back the flinch as she touched one of the deep scars on his back.

"I don't know what happened and if you don't want to tell me yet, I get that, but I miss you," she said, voice becoming quieter and weaker as she went on.

"What time are you going to get up?"

"Eight. Why?"

Oliver smiled at his sister, wrapping an arm around her and directing her to the bed. "I want to try reading this book. Stay here and sleep."

Thea looked up at Ollie and smiled. "Alright," Thea hopped into bed.

Oliver joined after switching off the light, using his wolf eyes to find the bedside lamp. He got under the sheets and smiled when Thea rested her head on his chest.

"Goodnight," she mumbled sleepily.

Oliver just admired her for a few seconds. She did not seem freaked by his scars and he was happy about that. For all her want of answers she still never asked about Oliver's most mysterious of marks: his star tattoo and the writing carved down his body. Her eyes had been caught before by the long cuts but still she never asked. He was thankful for that.

Ollie picked up the book from his night stand. It was not too big and it was a book Rose had given him for his journey so it only seemed fair to read at least one chapter.

Oliver did not read often. He not been a smart child that could take a test without having to study, nor was he active enough to try to. He was not artistic; he could not draw, paint, write and his singing was always kept low because he was pretty sure he was tone deaf. The one thing he could do was fight and he did so really well. He picked up movement easily, quickly becoming second nature and, as time went on, he quickly build a stamina and pain threshold that even Slade was impressed by. The wolf also learnt pronunciation of accents really quickly and held these new words as if they were the only thing his brain had to remember.

In short, reading was not Oliver's thing but he had to admit that he quite liked the book, he liked the story and the humour was unexpected. It was all from the point of view of a serial killer called Dexter, a blood spatter analyst that worked in homicide in the day and at night killed other serial killers. The story was good, the writing simple and Oliver had flown through seventeen chapters with ease when the digital clock on his nightstand struck eight. He knew that that was the most he had ever read in one sitting... He was pretty sure this was the only real book he had ever come so close to finishing. Weird.

Oliver took hold of Thea's shoulder, shaking her lightly. She had moved to lie next to her brother in the first forty minutes of her sleep, which was good as staying in one position that long would kill his back. His body was not used to relaxing.

"Hmm?" Thea groaned and tried to nestle her face further into the pillow.

"You wanted to be up at eight didn't you?" Oliver asked, "It's ten now anyway so you have to get up."

Thea's eyes shot open but then she leered at her brother. "You would never stay here reading for... five hours."

"Too early for math?"

"Yes actually," Thea said, sitting up. "Most of my brain is still asleep at the moment," she pointed out, rubbing her eyes with her palms. "How was your book?" She yawned.

"Good," Oliver said. "Ready to start work at the club?"

"Ah, work." Her body fell back down onto the bed.

Oliver laughed. "Good to know you liked my gift."

"I am excited." She sat up. "I just have plans. You know?"

"Not be a hypocrite or order you not to have fun but," he frowned, "please don't ever become me."

Thea looked over. "Why not?"

"Because I was a complete and total twat."

Thea understood what her brother meant but she had to admit she was distracted by his slang term.