Grasp the Light

by Willofhounds

Summary:

Wilson greeted with an extended hand, "Mr. Queen it is nice to meet you."

Not completely forgetting his manners Oliver took the hand and shook it as he said, "It is nice to meet you too, Mr. Wilson."

"Quite a grip you've got there, Mr. Queen," commented the alpha as they shook hands.

Oliver replied dully, "You too."

Who was this man?

Chapter 1

A/N the Undertaking did not happen as planned since Ra's arrived in Starling in the previous fic. Hope you enjoy.

...

The scent of coffee overtook Oliver as he entered the shop. It has been four months since he returned to Starling City from Nanda Parbat. The bustling city still grated on his nerves at times. There were days where he wanted nothing more than to run into the woods surrounding the mansion. He didn't mainly because his mother didn't approve the first time he had done that. Now he still did a monthly weekend trip into the woods.

In the back part of the coffee shop was Malcolm. His back was to Oliver knowing how the younger man preferred to be away from others. It was only the second time he was able to meet with his father since his return. It was good to see the alpha again. Unlike his mother the alpha didn't try to coddle him or force him to talk about things. He was a silent calm presence but was there if Oliver needed to talk.

While they hadn't seen each much, Malcolm did call once a week for a check in. Admittedly it was nice. He had come to care for his father more than Robert Queen.

With a smile on his face Oliver made his way over to his face. In front of Malcolm was a coffee cup that smelled absolutely divine. Oliver sat in the chair ensuring no one could sneak up behind him.

"Oliver," rumbled Malcolm in a low voice, "I'm glad you could make it. I was hoping we wouldn't have to reschedule again."

Oliver greeted in return, "Good afternoon Malcolm. Sorry about that between mom and Alex I haven't had much time to myself."

Malcolm nodded in understanding as he said, "You told me last time about your work with the agency. You're still working as a teacher correct?"

"An instructor," corrected Oliver as their waiter approached, "Caramel iced coffee please."

She gave him a bright smile but his attention had already returned to Malcolm. Malcolm sipped at his coffee but his eyes were checking on everyone in the building. Almost as if he was expecting trouble. It made the hair on the back of his neck rise.

After a few moments she returned with his coffee and he took a sip. The cold sweetness was heavenly. Iced coffee was one of the few over the top drinks that he allowed himself to indulge in. Otherwise he kept a fairly strict diet that kept him in shape and ready for a fight. A just in case precaution.

The two exchanged pleasant conversation for a little while until Malcolm brought up, "I was wondering if you would be interested in working with my Applied Sciences Department?"

Oliver choked on his coffee. Excuse him, what? His father's lips quirked up in a sardonic smile but Oliver knew he was serious. He wouldn't have mentioned it here if he wasn't. Away from the office it wouldn't be strange if he declined. Though if he accepted it would be all over the papers no matter what they did.

He wasn't sure what to say. A part of him wanted to accept it despite the risks. Malcolm had mentioned that the Applied Sciences Department needed a tester.

Malcolm waived him off noticing his hesitation, "Don't worry about it. Take all of the time you need, Oliver."

"Thank you," he replied honestly.

"Of course, Oliver."

The two spent the next hour talking about how things were. It was an easy conversation and Oliver felt himself relaxing with every moment that passed. When it was time for Oliver to leave he was reluctant to do so.

Sensing this Malcolm suggested, "Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night? I am free and Tommy will be over."

Oliver immediately perked up and agreed easily, "I'll be there. Six o'clock okay with you?"

Malcolm agreed, "That sounds good to me. Be safe getting home."

...

Things were hectic when he returned to the Queen Mansion. The workers were loud and Oliver wanted to escape to his room. Unfortunately for him, Moira caught sight of him in the hallway.

She called out, "Oliver come here, Sweetie. I need you to meet someone."

Damn it. He really didn't want to deal with this today. Still he dutifully went into the living room where a fire was blazing. It gave off warmth chasing away the chill of the reason. His mother stood near the fire warming her hands. Thea was sitting on the couch sipping what appeared to be coffee. There was no sign of Walter but there was an unfamiliar man standing close to the window looking out over the gardens.

The man was tall in his mid to late forties with black hair and a single piercing blue eye. The other eye was covered by an eye patch and he wore a nice suit. His scent said he was an alpha. While he looked just like any other man Oliver's senses were immediately put on alert. Instincts born from war screamed danger at the mere sight of the man. Without taking his eyes off the man he shifted his weight back preparing to be attacked and ready to move.

Oblivious to Oliver's unease Moira said in a high happy voice, "Oliver thank you for coming. I want you to meet Mr. Slade Wilson. Mr. Wilson this is my son Oliver, he is my oldest child. He recently returned from an overseas trip. Hopefully in the upcoming year he will be taking a larger role in Queen's Consolidated."

Oliver didn't say anything to that just continued to watch Wilson. He told her several times he didn't want to do work for the company. Working at a desk was not something he was interested in. It was why his father's offer was so tempting.

Wilson approached him much like a large cat. His scent was gun oil and something akin to smoke. It wasn't threatening but Oliver knew he was dangerous. It was practically screamed at in his every movement. Oliver regretted his decision to not carry a weapon. Mo had suggested it and he agreed to a trial run. Now all he wanted was to have the comforting weight of a gun at his side.

Wilson greeted with an extended hand, "Mr. Queen it is nice to meet you."

Not completely forgetting his manners Oliver took the hand and shook it as he said, "It is nice to meet you too, Mr. Wilson."

"Quite a grip you've got there, Mr. Queen," commented the alpha as they shook hands.

Oliver replied dully, "You too."

Who was this man?

Chapter 2

...

Everything in Oliver was screaming at him to get away from this alpha. Instincts told him Wilson was a dangerous man. Unfortunately his mother was completely oblivious to the danger and was chatting away with him. To Oliver's annoyance he was invited in such a way that he couldn't refuse her.

He listened with half an ear as his mother went over the plans for the upcoming weeks. A lot of board meetings and small projects. Nothing of particular interest to Oliver. Oliver with one hand in his jacket and discreetly called his father. Currently Moira didn't know that Oliver knew that Malcolm was his father. It wasn't something that had come up between them. Without looking at it he set it to mute on his end so that Malcolm could hear what was happening here but he wouldn't give Oliver away. There was a flicker of amusement across Wilson's scent. He knew Oliver was up to something yet he was simply amused. Something was wrong and Oliver didn't like it.

Oliver," she said drawing him out of his thoughts, "Mr Wilson was kind enough to bring a bottle of authentic Australian rum. Would you join us for a drink?"

Oliver glanced at the bottle that was on the table with cold eyes. Reuther Rum he could remember a certain Australian from his days in Medusa who drank the same kind of rum. The same man he had killed for trying to betray them.

Moira let out a pained sound drawing him from his dark thoughts. His scent must have changed with the thoughts. Not uncommon for most people but he thought he had better control over his emotions.

A faint false smile crossed his lips as he said, "Of course. Sorry my thoughts went to someone less than pleasant who's favorite drink was this. He betrayed us."

"My apologies Mr. Queen," rumbled Wilson, "It was not my intention to bring up bad memories. When you say he betrayed you how do you mean?"

Moira answered before Oliver had the chance to, "Oliver spent a few years in the army and then spent six months recovering. He only just back a few months ago."

"Mom," chided Oliver low as he discreetly scented the drink.

It didn't smell off. There were plenty of drugs and toxins that were indiscerable however. What was bringing about the paranoia though he didn't know. This time he ignored the drink not wanting his senses to be dulled.

"I'm sorry Oliver," apologized Moira but she didn't sound the least bit sincere, "It's just I'm glad to have you back full time instesd of wherever you went off to."

She was trying to make him feel guilty. Again. He needed his time in Nanda Parbat. It had calmed him and in a way he found peace. What it didn't do however was make him trusting.

When the drink was finished he placed his hands back on his lap. Moira was completely oblivious to Oliver's mistrust of the drink poured him another glass.

Wilson asked forgoing anymore questioning on Oliver's past, "What period is this art from? I have enjoyed few like it in my travels."

Moira perked up at the question and began to discuss the art.

Oliver followed his mother and Wilson through the mansion. Wilson didn't try anything and seemed to be listening intently. Every now and then he would make a comment. Looks were sent towards Oliver and he stayed as relaxed as possible.

"Mom? Ollie?"

"Seems I'm meeting the entire family," murmured Wilson almost too quiet for Oliver to catch.

A shiver ran down his spine. Where the hell was his father? As if hearing his thoughts there was a loud knock on the front door. It rang loudly through the house and Oliver let out a silent sigh of relief.

Moira's eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she asked, "I wonder who that could be? I wasn't expecting anyone else today."

Oliver took the opportunity declared, "I'll go check it out, Mom."

Thea just reached their position and he was interested in getting her away as well. Unfortunately she was already moving past him to talk to Moira. Oliver felt the eyes of Wilson on his back as he retreated down the stairs. He almost wished he was back in the damned Jungle. Things made sense there no matter the dangers it presented.

There was a flicker of uncertainty in him as he stood in front of the entrance. Was he overreacting? Was paranoia simply getting the best of him?

It was possible. However if it really was his father on the other side of the door he wouldn't have come if it was just Oliver's paranoia. He would have found a way to get a message to Oliver instead.

Another knock on the door made his decision for him. Oliver pulled it open and was blasted in the face by cooler air. As expected his father stood there in the clothes he was in before. Icy blue eyes peered around Oliver to make sure he was alone before a strong hand grabbed his arm. He was pulled outside and the door quietly shut.

"Where is Wilson?"

Oliver blinked in surprise at his father. He recognized how serious his father was taking the situation. It was more than he hoped for but at the same time put him on edge. What the hell was he missing here?

Still he answered dutifully, "He's upstairs in the hallway on the east side. Where we keep most of the expensive art to show off. Mom is with him and Thea just arrived. Who is he, Malcolm?"

Malcolm frowned but answered in a low voice, "Slade Wilson is a former SAS soldier. Supposedly he went missing a year or so before Miss Lance. He is also known as the mercenary Deathstroke."

A chill ran down his spine. That was a name that he and every member of Medusa knew. Deathstroke was a mercenary who was unrivaled in their world. If they were to encounter him, their best option was to pray to whatever God they believed in.

"What is he doing here?" Questioned Oliver not really wanting the answer to the question.

Malcolm's fingers flexed where they still gripped his arm. A darkness similar to Oliver's own flashed through the icy blue eyes. For the first time in months he was reminded that his father was once one of Ra's Horseman. His father was equally if not more dangerous than Oliver.

Finally Malcolm answered, "I don't know but I intend to find out."

Chapter 3

...

Malcolm followed Oliver inside. His alpha pheromones filled the room and smoothed the ruffles that had been raised. Oliver shot him a thankful look before the two headed up the stairs. He could hear his mother still describing some of the art to Wilson.

Thea mouthed at him as they came up the stairs, "Malcolm?"

He shrugged and gave her a grin. There was already a good excuse for him to talk to Malcolm. The job offer would be something he seriously considered. It gave him freedoms that he wouldn't receive from Queen's Consolidated.

As soon as Thea couldn't see his face the smile dropped and his eyes grew hard. He didn't know this man but even Malcolm was on guard. That was enough for him. As they approached he placed a hand on one of the many knives he carried.

Wilson asked, "When did you acquire this piece, Mrs. Queen? It's beautiful."

Moira answered with an unknown emotion in her voice possibly grief but it didn't sound quite right, "My late husband just before he went on the yacht. It was supposed to make up for missing our anniversary during his trip."

Oliver didn't know which one she was talking about. By the time the Yacht has sank he had already been gone for some time. Malcolm however had stiffened. He knew more than what he would say. Oliver had known that Malcolm knew what happened to Robert and Sara. He didn't ask and Malcolm didn't offer up answers. Robert hadn't been a good man before his death and Oliver was happy to see him go. Still he had been Malcolm's best friend and there were things he didn't want to talk about.

"My apologies," quietly replied Wilson, "I know how losing a loved one can destroy a part of us. Hopefully you have found peace since then."

There was something in that tone that made his hackles rise once more. Malcolm turned his head to give him a reapproving look. It only lasted a few seconds before they continued.

Moira saw them and confusion furrowed her brow as she looked between him and Malcolm. Her scent became dark and disapproving but not of him. Instead of Malcolm. What? There had to be a story there. Maybe he would ask his father when he got the chance.

With a fake smile Moira greeted, "Malcolm I wasn't expecting you this evening. What are you doing here?"

Wilson narrowed his eye at the alpha and they stared each other down. Oliver subtly put himself between Wilson and his mother. Thea frowned at him realizing quite quickly what he was doing.

Malcolm answered in a fake cheerful voice, "Oliver invited me to dinner tonight. We wanted to discuss a business prospect and this was the only time our schedules allowed. I'm sorry if I startled you Moira."

His mother looked between Oliver and Malcolm with another unreadable expression. Then looked at Mr. Wilson. No matter what some people may think his mother wasn't stupid. She knew there was something going on here.

Moira slowly replied with narrowed eyes, "Well then, of course you are welcome to eat with us. Malcolm this is Slade Wilson. Mr. Wilson this is our family's oldest friend and regular business partner Malcolm Merlyn."

Wilson held out his hand to Malcolm and said, "It's good to meet you, Mr. Merlyn. I am looking to start doing business in Starling City. Maybe we can look into doing business together as well."

Malcolm took the hand with narrowed ice blue eyes as he noncommittally answered, "Maybe we can. Now shall we head downstairs? Oliver?"

Oliver stepped back to keep his mother covered and allow Wilson to pass. By the amusement in the man's single eye he knew exactly what Oliver was doing. He was followed by Malcolm, Oliver, Moira, and finally Thea. Two trained assassins between this man and his family. All they knew about him was that he was a soldier specifically Special Forces. That meant he was well trained.

Once they were back in the foyer Wilson declared, "It has been a lovely time, Mrs. Queen but I must be going. It was nice meeting you all."

Oliver took the chance, "I'll walk you out, Mr. Wilson."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow but nodded after a moment. Thankfully he trusted Oliver's judgement. Thea however looked somewhat worried for him. He gave her a reassuring smile before opening the door for Wilson.

The cool air hit him like a ton of bricks and it was refreshing. But he was still feeling the mistrust of the alpha. They stepped out onto the lawn and down the driveway a few dozen yards where a car was waiting.

Wilson said in a rough voice, "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Queen. Certainly a surprise to meet someone who had been missing for several years. Your mother said you were in the military but I wonder if that is true."

"I wasn't the only one missing," quipped back Oliver, "You were missing for several years as well. Slade Wilson of the SAS."

The man's scent grew dark with displeasure and Oliver bit back a grin. This man was easy to provoke. Just as Bourne had been all that time ago.

"So you know," hummed Wilson, "Good. You see I have done my research on you as well. Files that were never meant to see the light of day. I do not care about who you killed in your time as Delta of Century Team 12. It's none of my business."

The hand that had stayed on the hilt of one of his knives pulled it from his sheath. The scraping of metal was unmistakable and the man's single eye brightened with a kind of madness that had been hidden before. He hid it well but that was the madness of blood lust. Oliver had seen it many times in Tam Quan.

Wilson stepped into Oliver's personal space as he continued, "I know your friends, Mr. Queen. Tell Sara Lance I have come and I will be seeking my dues."

Sara? His dues? What in the fuck did that mean?

Oliver didn't get the chance to ask. With a final grin to Olivier he disappeared into the car and the car started. Oliver had to step away and allow the car to leave.

Chapter 4

...

As soon as Wilson was gone Oliver retreated back to the house. Thea was at the doorway watching him with uncertain dark eyes. Oliver tried to give her a reassuring smile but it fell short.

"Oliver what's going on?" She asked keeping herself in the doorway to stop him from entering.

Sighing Oliver gave his sister a long look as he replied honestly, "I don't know. There is something about that man... He gives off the same feeling as members of Medusa. Stay away from him as much as you can."

Thea considered him for a moment before she nodded. She understood that he wouldn't joke about something like this. If he was saying that someone gave off that kind of feeling they were most likely bad news.

She stepped away from the doorway allowing Oliver to pass. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going to grill him for information he didn't have.

Until she asked when he was abreast with her, "Are you dating, Mr. Merlyn?"

Oliver choked. What?! He turned to look at her in shock.

"What?! Thea why would you think that I was dating, Mr. Merlyn? Of all the things you could ask me..."

She poked him in the chest as she declared, "You have been acting really weird about Mr. Merlyn since you came back. The way you two dance around each other of course I would think you're dating. So if you're not dating what is it? Don't tell me he's already bonded with you?"

Oliver felt the blood rush to his face making it go bright red and his heart raced in his ears. Again, what the ever loving fuck? What did Thea think he was? An easy omega?! Besides Malcolm was his father! There was no way he would accept any sort of courting from Malcolm.

Though he could see her point. He and Malcolm had been awkward around each other since he returned from Nanda Parbat. Then there was his cover for bringing Malcolm to the house to deal with Wilson. Taking a breath he tried to slow his racing heart.

Running a hand down his face he said, "I'm not dating, courting, or bonded to, Mr. Merlyn."

"Then why are you two acting so weird?" Thea questioned not at all dropping the issue, "Mom doesn't notice because of course she doesn't. But I've heard you talk to him on the phone. It's at least once a week and now a weird dinner date? If you're not dating him what is going on?"

Oliver considered telling her the truth however it wasn't just his secret. If one thing Medusa taught him it was that never reveal someone else's secrets. He should talk to Malcolm about telling Thea.

"I want to tell you," admitted Oliver and Thea perked up her dark eyes showing her excitement but he held up a hand to stop her, "But I can't just yet. It's not just my secret. Let me talk to Malcolm first and then get back to you."

"You promise?"

Oliver promised, "I promise if he gives his permission I will tell you."

"You better."

...

Dinner was surprisingly a quiet affair. Moira decided not to eat with them. Thea kept giving him and Malcolm glances but didn't ask anything. The two men discussed their plans for the upcoming days. Malcolm explained his Applied Sciences Program. It was as if their discussion earlier in the day hadn't happened.

By dessert which was an sweet tasting pastry that he wasnt familiar with Oliver was convinced. He needed stable work that wasn't with the CIA. This was the perfect opportunity and Malcolm would work with his hours as an instructor. Thea left after this discussion with a meaningful glance at him.

When the two left they headed out onto the driveway. Malcolm asked, "You wanted to ask me something else, Oliver?"

"Am I that easy to read?" Laughed Oliver easily.

"Only to me," admitted Malcolm, "It was in your scent. What is it Oliver?"

Taking a breath he looked his father in the eye and said, "I want to tell Thea. She knows something is going on between us but not what. She confronted me about it earlier and she thought you were courting me."

Malcolm's face didn't show his shock but the change in his scent was there. It moved from disgust to shock to contemplative. Oliver watched as he looked back to the house and then to Oliver again. His scent closed off and the omega couldn't read his father anymore.

"Will she keep it to herself?" Asked Malcolm, "I'm welcome to telling others but you have been wanting to keep it a secret for now."

Oliver looked over his shoulder at the house before he answered, "Thea is my sister. I think she deserves to know. I should probably consider telling Tommy too it's just..."

"Difficult," answered Malcolm for him, "No matter how you look at it things you believed for most of your life were a lie. Then almost as soon as you learned the truth you left for Nanda Parbat. It's up to you Oliver."

For a long moment he stayed silent. Did he want to tell Thea? He was still holding onto so many secrets. Both about him and Malcolm and about his time away. Would she understand?

"One step at a time," said Malcolm stepping closer to him and patting him on the shoulder, "Nothing in our world is a given. You want Thea to accept and understand you. This is a good first step."

Oliver sighed, "I'll talk to her. Thank you, dad."

Malcolm's scent immediately changed to a pleased one. He said in a low tone, "Go I'll see you at dinner tomorrow."

Chapter 5

The next morning, Oliver was up early unable to sleep. The thoughts of Slade Wilson still being in town set his teeth on edge. He hadn't felt this unsettled since he returned home. It wasn't a good feeling.

Oliver sent a message to Alex asking him if he knew about Wilson. When the older man didn't reply he started his usual early morning run around the manor grounds.

A few minutes later the phone buzzed. Alex had responded with a simple yes. When Oliver asked for details he wasn't given an answer. Frustrated with his lack of answers Oliver pushed himself harder than normal on his run.

By the time he finished his run he was sweating profusely and his legs felt like they were going to fall off. Oliver headed inside where the maid brought him a water. He drank it slowly allowing himself a few minutes before heading to the bathroom to shower.

Once clean he got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a navy t-shirt. Then made his way down to the kitchen where he could smell food cooking. As expected Raisa was in the kitchen cooking.

"Good morning, Mr. Oliver," greeted Raisa cheerfully, "Are you hungry?"

Oliver gave the woman a soft smile and agreed, "Good morning, Raisa. Breakfast sounds wonderful. I need to leave in a few minutes. Will it be ready by then?"

"Yes," she confirmed, "Go ahead and sit down, Mr. Oliver. I will have your breakfast ready in a few minutes."

He did as he was told and poured himself a glass of water. In less than a minute she placed a plate in front of him. Bacon, eggs, toast, and a side of sausage.

"Thank you," he said before digging in.

Raisa watched him for a few moments before returning to her work. By the time he was finished eating there was only about a half an hour before he had an appointment with Mo. Oliver said goodbye to Raisa and made his way out of the house.

Thea was leaving as he was. She smiled at him and said, "Good morning, Ollie. I hope you don't mind but I told Mr. Merlyn that we can have lunch together."

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her before he asked, "Why did you tell, Mr. Merlyn that?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Because I want to get to know him. And I would like to see you two interacting outside of business."

Oliver didn't bother answering her. Instead he went to the garage and hopped on his bike. As soon as the helmet was in place he sped away. It was still early so he would have a few minutes.

...

"Hey Mo," greeted Oliver with a small smile.

Mo replied in the same way, "Hello, Oliver. Come on in and have a seat."

The man's office was a small room with a couch and a chair. A small table was pushed into the corner of the room and there was a desk against the back wall. Bookshelves lined the walls filled with books and a few pictures.

"So what do we have planned today, Oliver?" Asked Mo after Oliver took his usual seat on the couch.

Oliver shrugged as he said, "I have a meeting with my father later. I was invited to his office to talk about a job opening."

"Have you decided whether or not you want to take the job?" Mo inquired leaning forward.

He thought for a moment before answering, "I think so. My mother is pushing me into the position of Vice President and I don't want to do that. I'm not made for that sort of job. It was what I was raised for but I was never interested."

"What position is he offering?"

"Applied Sciences testing and development," Oliver said, "It is a full time position and I will have more freedom in terms of where I will be working. The position also comes with a lot of freedom."

Mo smiled at him and asked, "I can hear a 'but' in there, Oliver."

"There is always a but isn't there?" He sheepishly asked.

The therapist asked again, "What's the but?"

"There is someone who was at my mother's house last night. He set my teeth on edge," he said, "I couldn't tell what his intentions were. My instincts screamed at me to run and to keep my family away from him."

"Who is he?"

"Slade Wilson," he answered looking away, "I tried asking Alex about him but there hasn't been an answer yet. The only thing I can get is that he was part of the SAS."

Mo nodded slowly. Then said, "This Slade Wilson has you worried."

"Yes," admitted Oliver, "When instincts born from war and honed by the League scream at me. I should listen. My instincts kept me alive and they kept my squad alive. I am not sure what he wants but I have a bad feeling."

"Have you mentioned your worries to your father?"

"I did," admitted Oliver, "I called him last night and he came over. Mr. Wilson didn't try anything and I'm not sure what to make of it."

"Is that a good or bad thing, Oliver?"

"A mixture," he admitted, "Good because my mother and sister were in the room. Bad because he could have tried something when I was alone."
Mo nodded slowly before saying, "I don't know the situation and I know you're not telling me everything. That's alright but please talk to your father, Oliver. I think you will find he will have answers for you."

"I will," agreed Oliver, "Thanks for listening, Mo."

"You're welcome, Oliver."

...

"So what is your decision?" Questioned Malcolm.

The two sat in a small restaurant that Malcolm recommended. Thea hadn't joined them yet as they were early. The two hadn't ordered as they would wait for Thea.

Oliver met his father's icy blue eyes and answered, "I would like to work with your Applied Sciences Department. You mentioned something about needing a tester. That I would have some flexibility with my hours."

Malcolm smiled and said, "Good. You can start next week. We'll discuss pay later but it will be a good amount. I would like you to come into the office for your paperwork tomorrow morning."

"I'll be there," promised Oliver, "Thank you for this opportunity, Malcolm."

Malcolm hummed.

"Why are you doing this?" Oliver questioned trying to act casual.

"Doing what, Oliver?" His father wasn't fooled.

"This," stressed Oliver, "Offering me the job, being there. You could have easily had my mother call you. Why are you really doing this?"

There was a flicker in his icy eyes before it was hidden. He placed his cup down and leaned back in the chair. There was a calculating expression on his face as he considered his answer.

Finally he answered, "Because despite what some may think, Oliver, I do care. Your mother may not approve of my methods but you are my son. I want you to succeed in this world. Whenever you're ready to tell the world I'll support you. If you decide not to I'll support you in that too. You're my son and no one can take that away."

Tears pricked at his eyes and he rubbed at them. This was why he chose his father. Malcolm was there for him no matter what. Robert has rejected him years ago before Oliver knew the truth. He had chosen his mother and Thea over him. It was only recently that his mother was beginning to understand how her actions hurt him.

"Thanks," murmured Oliver, "That means a lot, Malcolm."

"Ollie," Thea's voice rang through the shop.

Both men turned to see the young alpha rushing towards them. There was a bright smile on her face and a bounce to her step. It was good to see his sister happy. He had almost forgotten about their lunch date for all three of them.

"Speedy," he greeted his sister, "What's up? Did you just get here?"

Thea grinned at him and answered, "Yeah I was running a bit late. Got caught up talking to Walter. Hey, Mr. Merlyn."

"Thea," warmly acknowledged the older alpha.

Oliver moved down to allow Thea to join them at the table. Over her shoulder he caught the eyes of their waitress. She was an omega with dirty blond hair and a bright smile. He didn't catch her name but she seemed familiar. She made her way over to the table and asked for their drink orders.
They all ordered drinks and an appetizer to share. When the girl left Oliver turned his attention back to Thea.

"So what have you been up to today, Thea?" Asked Oliver.

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Not much. It's been a boring day. School let us out early so I have been doing some shopping. It's not much. How was your day, Ollie?"

He answered, "Busy. Went on a run, made some phone calls, had my appointment with Panov, and talked to, Mr. Merlyn."

She asked curiosity peaking in her dark eyes, "Panov is still helping you?"

"Thea," warned Oliver, "This isn't the place."

"You're right," sighed Thea, "I'm sorry. What did, Mr. Merlyn have to say?"

Before Oliver could answer the waitress arrived with their drinks. Oliver thanked her and took a sip of his.

Malcolm answered Thea's question, "I offered, Oliver a job at Applied Sciences."

Thea gasped, "Really?! What did you say, Ollie? Please say yes."

"I've already agreed to it," he laughed at her excitement.

Thea cheered, "Yes! Mom won't be able to complain then."

"I doubt she will approve," frowned Oliver.

"She should," Thea replied not quite understanding, "You're her son."

"Still it's not the best thing to do in her eyes."

"It's not about her," she argued, "You need this, Ollie. You're bored, and if she's too blind to see that she's not a good mother."

Oliver and Malcolm shared a look and the older alpha shook his head. He would explain his relationship with Moira when he told her. Why he was more standoffish with Moira.

"Thea," cautioned Malcolm, "It's not as simple as you make it out to be."

"Whatever," she sighed, "When does, Ollie start?"

"Next week," he replied, "Now since I have gotten permission from Malcolm I can tell you a little of what's going on. But you can't tell anyone until we are sure."

"Deal," she said leaning forward and taking a sip of her drink.

Oliver glanced at Malcolm for a moment before he revealed, "Robert Queen wasn't my father. Malcolm Merlyn is."

Thea blinked at him. There was confusion in her scent. It was as if she hadn't quite heard him right. She had been close with Robert and was devastated when the yacht sank. It was only after the Gambit had sunk that her relationship with Moira changed.

Finally Thea spoke, "So that means... Mom?"

"Cheated on Robert," he confirmed.

She was shaking now. Her hands tightened around the cup.

"How long have you known?"

Oliver replied, "Since I came back. He found out at the hospital and he told me later. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how you would take it."

Thea stared at him for several moments. Her dark eyes were thoughtful and her scent was a mix of anger and uncertainty. Anger most likely directed at their mother and the uncertainty was due to not knowing what to think about him.

"Are you angry?" Oliver asked quietly, "Or do you want to think about it? I understand if you're upset. I didn't mean to hurt you by keeping this a secret."

"Ollie," she interrupted, "I'm not upset with you. It was a surprise to hear you're related to, Mr. Merlyn. But you needed time to think about it especially in dealing with your PTSD. I'm mad at mom."

Thea stood and rounded the table pulling Oliver into a hug. She squeezed him tight and whispered, "You're still my big brother."

"Thank you, Thea," he murmured.

"Always," she replied, "Now tell me the rest. You were going to tell me what you and, Mr. Merlyn have been up to."

He laughed, "Okay, okay. I can see you won't drop this. It's not as exciting as you think."

"Oh please," Thea groaned, "The last thing I would say you are is boring."

"Hey!"

Off to the side Malcolm watched them with a faint but warm smile. The three spent the next several hours talking. Eventually Thea retired for the night. It was late but Oliver was reluctant to leave.

"I don't have anywhere I have to be tomorrow," suggested Malcolm, "Stay here at the manor tonight. Take some time to relax."

Oliver nodded not wanting to return to Queen Manor. Oliver followed Malcolm back on his bike. Malcolm showed him to a guest room. There were clothes in the closet and a bathroom attached. Malcolm's scent was stronger than Moira's and it helped him relax.

The two talked for a little while longer. Then Oliver settled into bed. The next day was going to be busy. He needed sleep.

Chapter 6

...

The following morning he awoke to the smell of coffee. It was a pleasant aroma and helped ease him into awareness. Slowly he sat up and stretched. The sheets tangled around his waist and the sun had already risen.

Oliver was pleasantly surprised to find he actually slept. No nightmares had woken him or had plagued his dreams. It was a refreshing change.

Looking around he realized he wasn't in his room in Queen Manor. No. Instead he was in one of the rooms at Merlyn Manor. His father had invited him to stay the night.

The memories of yesterday came back. He remembered the paranoia that had set in upon meeting Mr. Wilson. A shiver ran down his spine. Wilson had mentioned Sara. Oliver knew he needed to tell her. He didn't know what it was that the man wanted with Sara.

Oliver slowly moved to sit up and the covers pooled around his hips. A shiver ran through him as the cool air brushed against his bare skin. Oliver didn't wear shirts when he slept. They tended to irritate the scars on his chest.

He didn't have to be at the Agency until eleven. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was just after six. Oliver sighed. He didn't know what he was going to do for the next several hours.

After a few moments he decided he needed to call Sarah. If she had any information on Wilson he needed it. Maybe it would help him figure out what was going on.

Oliver pulled on the pair of jeans from yesterday and went in search of a shirt. The first shirt he found was black. It was loose and didn't feel uncomfortable. Oliver left the room in search of the kitchen.

When he got there his father was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Malcolm wore a similar outfit to Oliver. The alpha looked up when he heard Oliver enter. A small smile crossed his lips and the tension left his body.

"Morning," greeted Malcolm, "Did you sleep well?"

Oliver grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee before he answered, "I actually slept well. Thank you, Malcolm."

His father rumbled, "Good. Are you heading out soon?"

Oliver nodded in response. He sat across from his father and began to drink his coffee. He moved to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Oliver," began Malcolm slowly, "About what we discussed yesterday..."

Oliver turned with a cup in his hand to give his father his full attention. What was this about?

"We told Thea about your parentage," said Malcolm, "But I don't think we should tell Tommy yet. Or at least not until you are more comfortable."

Tommy. Oliver didn't want to tell his friend yet either. He wasn't ready for for the fall out that was almost certain to happen. Malcolm was right.

"I agree," murmured Oliver, "Tommy doesn't need to know yet."

"Thank you," replied Malcolm.

...

Oliver yawned as he entered the training room. Most of the agents had already arrived and were milling around waiting. Alex wasn't anywhere in sight which meant he would be late. The man always seemed to run late for these.

One of the newer recruits approached him with a bright smile. Oliver eyed him with a calculating look. The recruit was an alpha and he knew his scent was currently neutral.

"What can I help you with, agent?" He asked as he sat on the bench.

The alpha smiled at him before saying, "Nothing much, I just noticed your scent is pretty neutral for an omega. I was wondering why?"

He gave the alpha a bland look. What the hell did he care about his scent? Oliver was a soldier and didn't have time for stupid questions.

"I'm not interested in mating or anything like that," replied Oliver, "And my suppressants are the best in the business. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The alpha took a step back from Oliver. A part of Oliver was satisfied with his answer. It wasn't exactly true but the suppressants he was given by the CIA were the best on the market. Still he could see how people could think otherwise.

He gave the alpha a glare that made him leave and sit on the other side of the room. When his mother found out about him being an omega she immediately wanted him to be mated. To her surprise he wasn't interested in an alpha and wanted to be independent.

The only alpha he considered was Ra's Al Ghul. His return to Starling City though ended any courting. Ra's didn't want to interfere in his family and Oliver was still a bit young. They would continue to correspond.

"Sorry I'm late," announced Alex as he came in, "Now that we are all here today we will be working on a group exercise."

Several of the agents groaned in protest. The last group exercise they had to do they had failed miserably. It was something Oliver had enjoyed seeing. He wasn't sure what this would be but he was certain that he wouldn't enjoy it.

"Now, now," said Alex with a grin, "You guys will enjoy this one. This will be a capture the flag exercise."

"Capture the flag," echoed the other agents.

Oliver had done similar exercises before. Usually the alphas would try to get the omega on their team. Sometimes they even tried to get Oliver on their teams.

"Whoever gets caught first loses and is stuck doing paperwork for the next month. Oliver Queen as usual will be a wild card. He will not be apart of any team and his flag will be worth more. Get his flag and your entire team is safe. Whoever has Oliver's flag is automatically the winner. Now go get ready and report to the courtyard."

...

The teams were made and the game began. It was a large space and a few hundred people were involved in the game. It was a free for all. Oliver wasn't surprised when the alphas and betas went after each other. They were fighting amongst themselves for dominance. It was amusing.

However his amusement disappeared when one of them grabbed him. There were several agents here that were alphas. The ones that weren't were the ones he had trained. All of whom had the sense not to grab him.

With a grin he grabbed the arm that grabbed him and used his own weight and the momentum to pull the alpha over his shoulder. He hit the ground hard and the air was pushed from his lungs. Before the agent could move Oliver was straddling his waist and had a knife pressed to his throat.

"Rule number one," said Oliver looking at the alpha, "Don't grab me."

There was a loud laugh from Alex. Oliver's eyes flickered towards the alpha and the alpha had his arms crossed. A grin was on his face and Oliver could see the mirth in his eyes.

"Get up, kid," chuckled Alex, "And the rest of you go find your teams."

Oliver got up and the alpha quickly scrambled up as well. The agent had the sense to look embarrassed by what he had done. It would be the last time anyone would underestimate him.

"This is Agent Green," introduced Alex, "He was transferred to the agency yesterday. He is also the newest member of the task force."

Green was tall and well built. A little on the lean side but nothing that could be easily fixed. The man looked to be in his mid to late thirties and had sandy blonde hair. There was an odd glint in the grey eyes. The scent that wafted off the man was one that Oliver recognized. It was an alpha's scent but there was something darker under it. Oliver didn't trust this man.

Green introduced himself with an extended hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Queen."

Oliver took his hand and replied, "It's good to meet you as well, Agent Green. What part of the country are you from?"

The man was quiet for a moment and Oliver was starting to wonder if the man would answer. Green's eyes narrowed at him for a moment and Oliver saw something dark flash through the grey eyes. His fingers tightened around Oliver's hand.

Green answered after a few moments, "I was born and raised in Seattle, Washington. Now what about you?"

"I grew up here in Starling City," answered Oliver, "After high school I joined the military. Then I worked for the agency for a few years. I just returned a few months ago and now I am teaching at the Academy. How did you end up working for the agency?"

The man shrugged and replied, "I worked as a police officer in Seattle for a few years. There was an incident where a civilian was shot and I was fired. The agency recruited me."

"Welcome aboard, Agent Green," greeted Alex, "Now that introductions are out of the way I want you all to split into groups of three. Once a group has formed they will come get a target. You will have one hour to locate and subdue the target. After this exercise the newbies will learn how to handle their guns. Dismissed."

Oliver moved off to the side where a small table was. On the table were several targets with different numbers. They were going to do a simple elimination game. Oliver picked up the target that had his name on it and walked over to a tree. It was far enough away from the others to provide some cover and privacy.

Once the targets were up everyone returned to Alex's position. The targets were in clear sight of the instructors and the trainees were facing away from them.

"Remember," said Alex, "Your guns have blanks. If you shoot someone make sure they are wearing their protective gear. Any questions?"

"No, sir," responded the trainees.

"Good," said Alex, "Take a gun and start."

...

There was a soft knock at his door and Oliver didn't even look up from his laptop. The knock was followed by his mother walking into the room.

"Oliver," greeted his mother, "Good afternoon. How are you doing, Sweetie?"

Oliver replied as he finished typing the email, "I'm fine, Mom. Did you need something?"

She asked with a bright smile, "Would you like to have lunch with your mother?"

Oliver closed his laptop and looked over to his mother. She looked so hopeful that he didn't have the heart to say no.

Instead he replied with a smile, "Of course, Mom."

"Thank you," said Moira, "Can you be ready in ten minutes?"

"Sure," agreed Oliver.

She gave him another bright smile and closed the door behind her. He let out a sigh and placed his laptop on his bedside table. The next email could wait a bit. He hadn't seen his mother much lately. She had been spending a lot of time with the board and he had been working a lot.

Oliver changed into something more presentable than sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He pulled on a pair of black slacks and a dark green button up. He left the top buttons undone and rolled the sleeves up his forearms. Then he pulled on a pair of dress shoes. It wasn't much but it was good enough for a lunch with his mother.

She was waiting for him in the foyer with a small smile on her lips. Moira Queen had changed into a nice dress and a matching jacket. The only reason she wore those types of outfits was for work.

"Shall we go, Sweetie?" She asked holding her hand out.

"Let's go," agreed Oliver taking her hand and leading her out.

His mother chatted about her work as they walked out of the Queen Mansion. The staff had been told that they wouldn't be needing the car today. A simple black car waited for them and he helped his mother in. Then he got in on the other side. The drive wasn't a long one.

They stopped outside of a nice restaurant. His mother gave him a smile as she said, "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" He said not really surprised.

He was used to her surprising him. He was also used to her not being completely honest about it. She didn't want him to say no.

The two walked in and the hostess smiled brightly at him. Moira told her, "We have a reservation under Queen."

"Yes, ma'am," she agreed, "If you follow me."

He didn't pay attention to where they were going. Instead he followed the hostess while his mother talked about work. Moira's work wasn't anything new to him.

"Right this way, sir."

The hostess left them at the table. He held his mother's chair out for her. They had been to this restaurant before. The two ordered their drinks and the food. Then it was just the two of them.

"So," she started, "How have you been, Oliver? I feel like we haven't spoken since your return. I've been busy and you've been avoiding me."

Oliver replied, "I have not been avoiding you, mom. I just didn't want to sit around the mansion."

She gave him a knowing look but didn't push. Instead she said, "You'll be happy to know that we have a new guest joining the company. I think you will get along great."

"A guest?" He asked.

Oliver felt himself grow tense. Guests meant someone who wanted to make connections with the family. Which meant someone who wanted to get into his good graces.

"Yes, a guest," she confirmed, "I'm glad you haven't heard anything yet. This is a surprise for the whole family."

Their drinks arrived and his mother ordered their appetizer. It was a small appetizer and would be ready shortly.

She took a sip before she said, "Sarah Lance has will be joining the company. You were close when the two of you were kids. It's been years since you two saw each other."

"I'm aware," he replied slowly.

His family thought he and Laurel, Sarah's sister were dating before Oliver left. He never dated either sister. He wasn't sure why his family was so sure that he was. It was a long time ago and he was happy with the memories.

"It'll be good to see her," he added after a moment.

Moira looked relieved and smiled at him, "That's good. I'm glad you feel that way, Sweetie. Now what have you been up to lately? Any girls?"

He groaned, "Mom..."

"Come on, Oliver," she pushed, "You were gone for a long time. Surely you're looking for someone."

Oliver bit his lip but didn't say anything. Instead he took a drink. He wasn't looking for anyone. There was only one person he was interested in but that wasn't something he would discuss with his mother.

The appetizers were brought out. It was a simple plate of fried mozzarella sticks. Oliver wasn't the biggest fan of fried foods but he knew his mother loved it. So he kept his mouth shut.

"What about Sarah? You used to be so close," his mother tried.

This was not something he was interested in talking about. It wasn't that he didn't miss the sisters but there was too much that they didn't know. They didn't need to know what he had done while overseas.

"Oliver," his mother tried again but was interrupted.

"Mrs. Queen!"

Moira and Oliver both looked up to see the owner of the restaurant standing there. His scent was nervous and Oliver could smell fear coming off him. It didn't make sense. This was one of the nicest restaurants in Starling City.

"Yes, Mr. Rasmussen," she answered her voice showing her displeasure.

Rasmussen looked between them with uncertainty before he answered, "You have a guest. He is very insistent on talking to you. I would have denied him but..."

Oliver frowned. This wasn't something that normally happened. The hostess was supposed to keep these kinds of things from happening. Especially not here.

His mother looked between him and Rasmussen before she stood and said, "Well we should get to it then. Oliver would you please excuse me? I will be right back."

"Of course," he said with a false smile.

"Thank you," she said before following Rasmussen, "This shouldn't take long."

He was left alone with his thoughts and a half eaten plate of appetizers. Who was the visitor? His mother wasn't expecting anyone else. Neither was he. Maybe it was an associate or friend of his mother. That didn't seem right. She wouldn't have acted the way she did if that was the case.

As he waited he began to clean up the table. A few of the staff saw what he was doing and rushed over. They were a mix of different secondary genders. It was odd for there to be a mixed crew but Oliver didn't really pay attention. He was just here to spend time with his mother.

There were whispers around him and Oliver frowned. This wasn't the place or time. He turned to tell the staff to knock it off but a familiar scent hit him. No. It couldn't be him. He was supposed to be dead.

A chill ran down his spine. How the fuck was he here? Oliver turned his head and there he was. Slade Wilson stood behind him in his three piece suit at the bar. One of his hands was holding a glass and the other was resting on the bar.

Slade tilted his head in acknowledgement and said, "Oliver it's nice to see you again."

Oliver narrowed his eyes at the alpha and asked, "What are you doing here, Mr. Wilson? It is quite the coincidence running into you here."

The alpha let out a chuckle. Oliver hated it. It was low and dark. He took a step back and Slade's single eye lit up with amusement.

"I'm not here for you, Oliver," rumbled the alpha, "I'm here to deliver a message to Mrs. Queen."

That was a load of bullshit and the alpha knew it. Oliver could feel his body beginning to shake and his hands clench. He wouldn't start a fight in the middle of a restaurant. Instead he would bide his time.

"What's your message, Mr. Wilson?" Demanded Oliver.

The man's scent turned cold and the single eye flashed dangerously, "That's between Mrs. Queen and myself. Now if you excuse me I'm here on business. We shall meet again, Mr. Queen."

Before Oliver could reply the alpha was gone. A shiver went down his spine as the alpha's words sunk in. There was only one reason for that statement. It was the same one he had received from the man earlier. He was being warned. He needed to talk to Sarah and figure out what was going on.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he whipped around. There was no sign of the alpha but Oliver didn't let his guard down. The man was dangerous and he was going to need backup.

Chapter 7

...

Oliver waited for the next day for his chance to talk to Sarah. She was the only person who could answer his questions. It was late at night and he was out in the Glades.

A few hours ago he had sent her a text telling her he wanted to talk. She replied that he should come to her club in the Glades. Now he was here looking over the building.

The club was named the Red Canary. It was a small establishment but was well known in the Glades. Sarah was working behind the bar and her gaze met his. She gave him a smile and motioned for him to join her.

He slipped between the dancers and customers. No one paid him any mind. There was no room for a fight and it seemed the patrons were well behaved. When he reached the bar he climbed up onto the stool.

Sarah was already sliding a glass of water across the table as she greeted, "Hello, Oliver. Haven't seen you in a while. What's up?"

He chose to be blunt about it, "Do you know a mercenary by the name of Slade Wilson?"

She paused with a glass in her hand. Her scent grew bitter with a mix of emotions. He could make out some of them but not all. One emotion was definitely fear.

"You know him?" Questioned Oliver.

She let out a long sigh before she said, "He's a mercenary who goes by the name Deathstroke. He's one of the best and the most ruthless. How do you know him?"

"He came to visit my mother last night," admitted Oliver, "Said something about wanting to see you and that he would get his due. Do you owe him money or something? Do you need help?"

Sarah froze, a deer in the headlights look overcoming her features. Her jaw slowly seemed to work as if she was trying to figure out what to say. The bitter scent grew stronger and Oliver wondered how much she had suffered at this man's hands.

"That's..." She paused to swallow thickly, "That's not possible."

"What do you mean?" Asked Oliver.

Sarah didn't answer him. She was too lost in her own thoughts and worries. He reached over the counter to place a hand on her arm. That seemed to bring her back from whatever hole she had fallen down.

She looked him in the eye as she said, "I thought that was the end of it."

Oliver frowned not liking her answer. What did that mean? The end of what?

"What do you mean? What was the end of what, Sarah?"

She swallowed hard as she said, "It's not a story I'm proud of. You have to understand, it was a different time on the island."

"Sarah," Oliver interrupted, "It's okay. We have all done things we are not proud of. Please tell me. He seemed like he was planning something."

"That sounds like Slade," murmured Sarah, "He's the type to plan out everything and make sure you never see him coming. He's a cruel and merciless man, Oliver."

How did Sarah know him? The only major time she spent away from the city was the five years on an uninhabited island. A thought came to him and his blood ran cold.

"Slade was on the island wasn't he?"

Sarah's silence was the only answer he needed.

...

Oliver and Malcolm sat in the living room after their discussion. Oliver had dragged out the story from Sarah. It was not a pretty picture. From what she told him the man had been obsessed with her. Oliver's stomach churned and his scent grew bitter. It wasn't hard to put together what happened.

Malcolm was considering what Oliver had relayed to him. His fingers steepled under his chin and he was silent. Oliver watched him closely not sure how he was feeling about all of this. He hadn't known the man personally. All he knew was what he had heard.

Finally Malcolm spoke, "I have heard stories of this Deathstroke. He was a ruthless man and the few who encountered him and survived didn't come away whole. The League has encountered him a few times. Never as enemies however. More of a mutual agreement to ignore the other. I'm not surprised he went after Miss Lance."

"That's the thing," said Oliver, "What does he want from Sarah? Why is he here in Starling City instead of wherever he was before?"

Malcolm hummed in contemplation. They didn't know. It would be better to assume the worst.

"We'll deal with it," stated Malcolm, "Whatever is going on is not good. You can count on me, Oliver."

A genuine smile crossed Oliver's face and he said, "Thank you."

"Of course, Oliver."

...

Oliver was distracted, Morris Panov quickly realized. Ever since he arrived at his office this afternoon there had been a tension to the man. It was unusual. Oliver had been more focused in their sessions since returning from Nanda Parbat.

"Oliver?" He called drawing the man's attention, "You are not focusing today. What is going on in that mind of yours?"

Oliver sighed and leaned back on the couch. His arms rested along the back and his eyes stared up at the ceiling. The scent of frustration drifted over the air and his nose wrinkled in response. Something was clearly bothering Oliver.

"What is it?" Morris questioned again, "You've never been hesitant to tell me something."

Oliver ran his hands through his short blond hair and replied, "I've met an alpha."

Well, that was surprising. Oliver hadn't shown any interest in being courted. Every attempt was rebuffed sharply. Even his mother had given up on trying to match make Oliver.

Morris prompted, "Did you find him attractive?"

"He's a man," bluntly answered Oliver.

"Not the question," he pointed out.

He realized too late that he overstepped. Oliver's eyes narrowed dangerously and his scent changed. It became angry and hostile. A shiver went down his spine as he saw the killer in his patient. It was a side that Oliver didn't let others see.

"Don't," hissed Oliver.

Morris raised his hands in a surrendering gesture as he apologized, "I'm sorry, Oliver. Please don't take offense. I'm just trying to help you. That is why we have our sessions."

For several minutes the room was silent and Oliver's scent was still angry and defensive. Morris waited. Finally, Oliver let out a sigh. His scent returned to normal and the anger receded.

Oliver admitted, "His name is Slade Wilson. He is an Australian soldier who has gone missing. Mom doesn't know what is going on but she invited him into our home."

That was alarming. It wasn't a normal reaction to a stranger. Oliver was on high alert but it was more than just that. There was something else going on.

"Are you okay?" He asked carefully, "It sounds like there is more to this story. Is that why you have been so distracted?"

Oliver's lips tightened into a line but he didn't answer. Instead the younger man got up from his seat and walked towards the window. His back was to Morris and he watched as Oliver's shoulders rose and fell.

Morris said softly, "Oliver I'm not here to judge you. I am only here to listen."

There was another deep breath and then, "I've met him. I don't trust him, Mo. He's dangerous."

"What makes you say that?"

"Instinct," admitted Oliver.

"Can you elaborate?"

A shrug, "When I was a soldier we learned to listen to our instincts. When you don't... you get yourself killed."

Morris frowned at the answer. It wasn't something he was expecting. Still, Oliver had come a long way in the past few years. He was a very different person from the one who came into his office years ago.

"What is your instinct telling you about Wilson?"

"To run."

Chapter 8

...

Everything was dark. The room was pitch black except for the small amount of moonlight streaming through the window. Oliver laid awake his eyes trained on the ceiling. It was one of those nights where he couldn't sleep no matter what he did. It was frustrating and Oliver wanted to sleep.

A glance at the clock showed him that it was nearly midnight. He had been laying in bed for the last three hours tossing and turning. His eyes were tired and his body was sore. He didn't want to be awake anymore.

Still, nothing would come to him. He was exhausted but he couldn't find the bliss of sleep. Maybe he should call his dad. He would pick up no matter what. He always did since Rebecca's death year ago and in a way Malcolm blamed himself for it.

With that thought in mind he slowly rose from his bed. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. In the darkness of the room it was almost impossible. His senses were the only things that were working properly.

Once he was adjusted to the dark he padded over to the desk that held his phone. He dialed the number by heart and waited. A few moments later a tired voice came through.

"Oliver? Is everything okay?"

Oliver sighed softly in relief. Hearing his father's voice settled something inside of him. He still didn't understand how his father was able to do this to him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, Malcolm," apologized Oliver softly.

Malcolm rumbled soothingly on the other end of the line, "I was up, Oliver. There is no need to apologize."

Relief flooded him at his father's words. Oliver settled against the window seat as he looked up to the moon. The silver light filled the room and his mind finally grew quiet.

His father asked again, "Is everything okay, Oliver?"

"Yeah, just couldn't sleep. I thought talking to you might help," answered Oliver softly, "I'm sorry."

"No need for apologies, Oliver," gently reprimanded his father, "If talking will help then that is what we will do."

Oliver sighed into the phone. Malcolm had been good to him since they found out the truth. It was something he was grateful for given how Robert treated him.

"Thank you."

"Now tell me," instructed Malcolm, "What is on your mind?"

Oliver took a breath and began, "Well, I think I've decided to take the job you offered. It's an excellent opportunity and I think it's best for me."

"I'm glad to hear that," stated Malcolm and Oliver could hear the smile in his voice, "What else?"

"My mother and sister are being more overbearing than usual," sighed Oliver as he leaned back, "Mom wants to control every part of my life. From work, to who I can be around and where I am. Even what I can wear and who can approach me. And my sister... Well, I think she thinks I'm hiding something. Not sure if it's that or something else."

There was a hum on the other end. Oliver could tell the other was listening. It was a nice feeling. He had missed having people to talk to.

"You will find your feet," murmured Malcolm, "Give it time. Things are slowly getting better, aren't they?"

Oliver smiled softly as he replied, "Yeah, they are."

He yawned slightly as the conversation slowed. It was easy to fall asleep like this. Malcolm's low rumble and the warmth from the window lulling him to sleep.

"Thank you," whispered Oliver.

Malcolm softly said, "Anytime, Oliver. I'll speak with you tomorrow. Sleep well."

Oliver murmured in agreement. There was a click and Oliver slipped the phone away. It was the first night he was able to get to sleep without any trouble.

...

Oliver woke in the morning still at the window seat. The sun shone brightly through the open window. Oliver squinted at the offending light and pushed himself up. The blanket covering him slipped and his nose scrunched. His scent was stale.

A shower was the first order of business. It didn't take long to clean up and make himself presentable. The clothes were ones that Moira had bought for him. Black slacks and a gray button down. On top was a leather jacket that he had gotten with his mother. It wasn't as practical as his leather one. That was safely hidden in his room.

"Mr. Oliver?"

Oliver turned to see Raisa. She probably was the one who laid the blanket on him.

"Raisa," he greeted her warmly.

She approached with a small tray with a mug. The scent of coffee hit him and he thanked her in Russian. Raisa had always taken care of him.

"Drink," she told him, "Then you should head down. Mrs. Queen and Miss Thea are waiting for you. Also, Mr. Wilson is waiting as well."

Whatever sleepiness that was lingering in him faded away. Oliver narrowed his eyes as he took the coffee. Raisa knew something was up with the man and wanted to warn him.

What to do about the man? He had the option to not go down but then his mother would worry. She would try to drag him into her work and force him to meet more important people. She had already mentioned that he needed to start working at Queen Consolidated. Which wasn't happening.

He didn't trust the man and he didn't want him around his family. Unfortunately Moira seemed to have no such problems. He was an older gentleman and didn't set off the warning bells that other people did.

To Raisa he asked, "Will you call, Mr. Merlyn and tell him that, Mr. Wilson is here?"

"Yes, Mr. Oliver."

...

Oliver arrived in the dining room a few minutes later. His mother was already there as well as Mr. Wilson. Walter Steele stood by the mantle and there were papers spread across the table.

Moira smiled brightly at him when she saw him. Her scent was happy but tinged with concern. That was normal though.

"Oliver, come have a seat," said his mother, "There is some business to attend to and I was hoping you could be there."

That sounded suspicious. Oliver's lips pulled down and his brow furrowed. Slowly he sat in the chair furthest from Wilson.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Queen," greeted Wilson politely, "Mrs. Queen and Mr. Steele are discussing a partnership. It will help with both of our businesses."

Steele explained, "It will benefit us both and hopefully open more doors. There is a company called Black Hawk Industries. It has a wide range of technology and weaponry."

Oliver was aware. Black Hawk Industries supplied most of Medusas weapons. They were very high quality weapons.

"Oliver" began his mother, "Do you think it is a good idea?"

How was he supposed to know that? He hadn't even read the documents or anything. His mother was just expecting him to jump into this.

Oliver slowly said, "I would need to review the contracts before I would make a decision."

"Of course," answered Walter.

Oliver could smell the excitement and hopefulness coming from his mother. She was hopeful that he would join the company and the family business. If only he was interested in business. Instead he was more interested in being a teacher.

"Oliver, will you please look over these contracts? I will take them to work and have the lawyers check over it as well. Then we can all sign and move on," Moira told him.

His eyes darted to her and he asked, "Mom, I'm not joining the company. I don't want to work there. You know that."

Her lips pressed together and the hope faded. Disappointment and irritation took its place. His stomach churned at her reaction. Why did she want him working for the company so much? He made his feelings clear on the matter.

"Mrs. Queen" began Wilson, "If I could offer my advice. Sometimes an omega needs to feel independent from his pack. Maybe Mr. Queen simply doesn't feel connected enough. He needs to have a sense of belonging in order to truly feel happy."

Oliver's eyes narrowed at the former SAS operative. Was the man suggesting something?

"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Wilson. I'm sure Oliver will appreciate it," Moira said.

A low growl built in his throat.

"It's the truth, Mr. Queen," stated Wilson, "It is best not to hold omegas back. It is only natural for an omega to have their own desires."

What. The. Fuck? What the hell did he think he was doing? Was this asshole implying that Oliver was unbonded? Or did he know something else?

"Excuse me?" Growled Oliver, "I do not need anyone else telling me what is best for me. Much less an alpha I barley know. If this is an excuse for you to set me up with someone, mother I'll just leave."

He turned to leave and a strong grip wrapped around his arm. It tightened until he was pulled back towards Wilson. He twisted his body to break the hold and brought his leg up to kick the older man in the gut. A gasp escaped the alpha and his hold on Oliver's arm slackened. He stepped forward and punched the other in the jaw.

"Oliver!" Shrieked his mother in horror, "Stop this! How dare you attack our guest."

Oliver snarled at his mother as his hands twitched. It was a fight not to go for his hidden weapons. They were all staring at him with wide eyes.

"How dare I?! I wasn't the one who decided to put hands on someone," argued Oliver.

"It's quite alright, Mrs. Queen. My apologies," rumbled Wilson as he straightened, "It seems my curiosity has gotten the best of me. Forgive me."

"Of course, Mr. Wilson," accepted his mother.

What the fuck was wrong with her? How could she so readily forgive an alpha that touched an omega that wasn't his. Granted Oliver was a grown man and could take care of himself but still. She wasn't supposed to let this happen.

Mentally he had to remind himself that he couldn't kill the alpha. It would draw the wrong kind of attention and would upset his mother. Not that he cared. His mother was being a nuisance to him. Maybe he should stay with his father for a time.

Oliver turned to walk away when Wilson asked, "Before you go Mr. Queen may I ask you a question?"

His hackles raised and he wanted to deny the man the question. Instead he gave the man a tight nod.

Wilson continued, "If you weren't in the military where did you spend your time before you returned?"

Oliver gave him a dark toothy grin as he said, "Why are you asking?"

Wilson didn't react just met his eyes. They were both killers and they knew it. Wilson was trying to see how much training he received. Telling them about Nanda Parbat was out of question.

Finally he said, "I'm curious."

"Then be curious."

He stalked off ignoring his mother's shouts for him to return. Oliver's heart pounded in his ears and adrenaline was still running through his veins. He could not, would not stay in Queen Mansion any longer. It was suffocating and his instincts were screaming.

The moment he reached his room he began packing a bag. Just a small pack with necessities and clothes. There was a knife on his nightstand and the gun was in its hiding spot. He grabbed them both and shoved them in the bag. Then final thing to go in was his field box.

"Oliver, what's going on?" Came Thea's questioning voice, "Mom is screaming at you to come down and explain yourself."

"I need to leave, Speedy," whispered Oliver, "Just for a while. There are things I need to figure out. Things about me, things about Mom. I will be back."

"Where will you go?"

"Away."

"Ollie," whined Thea, "That's not a real answer. Will I get to see you?"

"I'll call and we can set something up," promised Oliver.

With a kiss to his sister's forehead he walked out. There was a cab waiting for him outside. He climbed in and told the driver his destination. The mansion had been a place of peace. Now he wasn't sure. It didn't feel safe, especially without a weapon.

Merlyn Manor was probably the safest option for him right now.

Chapter 9

...

The cab dropped him off in front of the Merlyn Manor. The driver looked somewhat nervous at being there but accepted the offered cash. It was a generous tip and the man was quick to drive off.

The lights were on and the garage doors were shut. No sign of anyone else. Oliver adjusted his backpack and approached the door. A quick look around told him no one was near. He quickly knocked three times and stepped back.

The door opened revealing a slightly startled Malcolm Merlyn. His ice blue eyes searched the omega's face for a moment before stepping back to allow Oliver inside.

"Oliver, it's nice to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Can't a son just want to spend time with his dad?" Asked Oliver with a small smirk.

Malcolm gave him an unimpressed look as he answered, "You are always welcome here, Oliver. Even at night."

The words were honest and Oliver had no doubt that they were true. That didn't make him feel less guilty about dropping in on Malcolm like this. Especially since there was in fact a reason that he showed up unannounced.

"I can go," started Oliver but was cut off by a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Oliver," rumbled the alpha, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

The worry was thick in his voice and Oliver sighed. Of course Malcolm could pick up that something was wrong. He had learned from Ra's Al Ghul for far longer than Oliver had.

"Can I stay the night?" Questioned Oliver as he looked around the entry room.

Malcolm's hand tightened on his shoulder before disappearing. Ice blue eyes took in the younger male's appearance. While his clothes were fine his stance was tense. He was looking for a fight.

"Of course," assured the older man, "Come on let's go into the study."

They went down the hall and made a left turn. Inside the office were several couches, a large fireplace, and books. The scent of pine, firewood, and the outdoors filled his senses. The fire was burning low casting shadows. It was comforting and put him more at ease.

Oliver dropped his bag beside one of the chairs and plopped down into the seat. A deep sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back.

"So," drawled his father, "Raisa called and said Slade Wilson was at Queen Manor. Said she had only heard a little bit of the conversation. Apparently you were invited to join them. Is that why you are here now?"

A wry chuckle escaped him, "Yeah. Mom invited him over without telling me. He brought alcohol."

Malcolm moved across the study to his desk and opened a drawer. There he moved things about in his drawer. Then he returned with a drink and a letter that he handed to Oliver. The seal was broken and Oliver's name was written across the envelope.

"Ra's sends his greetings. It arrived today."

His heartbeat stuttered and his hands trembled as he reached for the letter. Carefully he removed the contents.

Al Sahim,

I hope this letter finds you well. Al Owal is currently in Starling City. He is at one of the safe houses near the Glades. There is a man who is know as Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke in your city. Do not trust him. He is not an ally. I would advise staying clear of him.

Do not underestimate him. He is a highly skilled killer who could match many assassins under the League. Be careful, Al Sahim.

Stay alive,

Ras.

Oliver looked up at Malcolm who was drinking his scotch and waiting. He took a breath held it and then said, "Ra's is warning me about Slade and he wants me to avoid him. A little late for that but it's good to know that Ra's is aware of him."

"What do you mean by a little late for that?"

With a sigh he began, "After we spoke about him I met him at Queen Manor. Apparently he was doing a 'business' venture in Starling and wanted to speak with mom."

He went on to explain what happened. He included the fact that Thea had come in. When he was done his hands were still shaking slightly and his skin had goosebumps. It had been a few months since his time with Ra's but every so often his emotions got the best of him.

"Your mother wants you to court him?" Asked Malcom sounding disgusted and his scent filled with a protective rage.

Oliver felt his inner omega preen at the protective anger his father was directing towards someone who threatened him. They didn't have a strong parent/child bond but Malcolm was trying.

"That's her idea," replied Oliver, "But I'm not going to do it. There is no reason to court him."

Ra's was the only person Oliver allowed to court him since returning from Tam Quan. Even if it was only for a short time before Oliver returned to Starling City.

"Good," said Malcolm firmly, "We will look more into him and make sure he leaves the city. You can stay here as long as you need to Oliver. My home is always open to you."

Oliver blinked and stared at Malcolm. A warmth bloomed in his chest and his instincts purred at his father's acceptance. He bowed his head to show his appreciation.

"Thank you," he breathed out, "That means a lot to me, Dad."

Malcolm stiffened but Oliver could scent his happiness. After a second Malcolm smiled and gently touched his shoulder.

"Anytime, son," replied the older man, "Now what is your plan?"

...

Later that night Malcolm sat in his study alone. His scotch sat next to him on the desk. In front of him was the file of Deathstroke. Oliver had given it to him earlier. It was thin with limited information.

On the front was a picture of Slade Wilson. He had dark black hair that had begun to gray. His piercing blue eye looked directly into the camera. The other eye was covered by an eye patch.

According to his records he was an SAS soldier who had disappeared after a mission. A year before Sarah Lance ended up on the island. The same island that he was rescued from and later Sarah.

A knock sounded on the door and his eyes flickered over to the entrance. There was a small shadow outside of the room. The faint scent of his oldest drifted in and he opened the door.

Tommy was standing outside with an uncertain expression. His scent was muted and his fingers twisted in his shirt. He must have gotten back recently. The stark contrast between Oliver and Tommy was startling. Both boys had similar backgrounds and had grown up together born just a few months apart.

"Tommy," greeted Malcolm, "I didn't realize you would be back tonight. What's the matter?"

"Is it true that Ollie and mom are fighting again?" Tommy questioned softly and he could scent his unease.

Malcolm sighed. Of course this would have been the first thing Moira told him. He hated how the woman treated Oliver. Any affection Malcolm had for her died when she hid that he had a son.

He beckoned Tommy inside the room, "It's true. Moira is trying to force him into a bonding and the company."

Tommy winced as he sat down, "Again?"

"Again," agreed Malcolm.

"How bad was it this time?"

"Enough that I am thinking of taking him out of the city for a while," admitted Malcolm, "I'm planning on asking him tomorrow."

"Take him where?"

"That hasn't been decided yet."

"I have an idea. What about the mansion in Italy?" Suggested Tommy, "You bought it last summer and it hasn't been used."

Unlikely. Returning Oliver to Nanda Parbat was a possibility. Knowing his son though, he doubted Oliver would leave as long as Wilson was in the city.

"That's not a bad idea. However he needs stability."

"What's going on dad?" Questioned Tommy, "You and Oliver have been acting weird. What is it?"

Malcolm frowned and asked, "Have we been acting strange?"

Tommy was more observant than anyone gave him credit for. Malcolm would need to be careful and make sure that nothing slipped out.

"You two have been closer than before," said Tommy catching Malcolm's gaze, "I want to know what's going on."

"Do you trust me?"

"What kind of question is that, Dad? Of course I trust you," insisted Tommy.

"Oliver is my son, Tommy. Your younger brother," declared Malcolm.

Tommy froze. His brown eyes stared at Malcolm with disbelief and then moved over to where Oliver stood. Shock was evident and a little hurt. Malcolm didn't know if he had been betrayed by Tommy.

"Brother? How? When did you cheat on mom? Why would you cheat on mom?" Demanded Tommy.

"Sit, Tommy," he ordered, "I'll explain."

Chapter 10

...

"So you didn't cheat?" Asked Tommy swirling an amber liquid.

It had taken some convincing and a couple drinks but the younger man finally accepted the truth. That Malcolm and Moira weren't bonded. That Malcom hadn't cheated on his wife and had an illegitimate child. That was a relief.

"No, I didn't," sighed Malcolm exhaustion setting in, "We were never compatible. Your mother and I had separated at the time. Though Moira, went right back to Robert. I never thought Oliver was mine."

"Until recently?"

"When he returned from the army," he admitted, "The doctors did a paternity test and discovered that Oliver was indeed mine. I told him not long after."

Tommy was silent and sipped his drink. His thoughts were obviously spinning and Malcolm wondered if this was the right thing. Oliver was still unsure.

Finally, "So you didn't abandon him? Did Moira know?"

"Of course I didn't!" Snarled Malcolm anger rising in him, "She knew or at least suspected until Robert did a paternity test. They never told me and Robert did not treat Oliver kindly after he found out. I suspect that's why he started treating Oliver differently."

"That's bullshit," growled Tommy, "And here I was wondering why Oliver had started talking to you. Now that makes a lot more sense."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. Tommy was more observant than they gave him credit for. Then again it had always been that way. He could have had the best of intentions but was able to spot the good in everyone. It was both a blessing and a curse.

"Thank you for accepting this, Tommy," murmured Malcolm, "So far, only you and Thea are aware of his parentage. Oliver wants to take this slowly and reveal the rest later. He is worried about what people would say about our family. We were lucky no one took photos of us eating together."

"It's not a problem, Dad," Tommy said in a serious tone, "If Oliver wants to do it slowly, I'm fine with that. I'll support you guys."

"Thanks, Tommy."

"Anything for family."

...

"What do we have here?" Asked a deep voice, "Mr. Queen what are you doing out at this time of night? Alone and vulnerable?"

A shudder ran through Oliver and he tensed. He was out for a walk hoping to clear his mind and avoid the nightmare that had been haunting him. There was no need for him to have the nightmare when his reality was the same.

It had been a mistake to leave his gun in his room. He had wanted a simple walk to clear his head. To be himself without being haunted by the ghosts of his past. Unfortunately a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Go home, Wilson," snapped Oliver in annoyance, "Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood."

Wilson watched him with dark eyes and a cold smirk. Oliver didn't move an inch and simply glared. The older man approached and stopped in front of Oliver.

His jaw worked as he considered his options. This man was stalking him and it was getting old. His mother may want him to bond with him but Oliver would not willingly do so.

He'd had enough of alpha's thinking they owned him. First there had been the betas who treated him like he was a piece of meat. They had been the easiest to deal with.

The only ones who treated him like anyone else was his men in Medusa and the League of Assassins. No matter your designation, they valued skills. Not the gender or status that was so important in Starling.

"You're such an intriguing little omega," rumbled Wilson, "No matter what is thrown at you. You continue forward. It is inspiring. Why aren't you bonding with some nice alpha?"

"You mean like yourself, Slade?" Growled Oliver as he took a step back, "Fuck off."

The only alpha he was interested in was half way across the world. Even though it had been a few months the memories still burned bright. A part of him wanted to go back to Nanda Parbat. However he had responsibilities here.

Wilson's scent flared with amusement as he taunted, "Aw does our pretty boy have his eye on someone. I can help you forget them."

"In your dreams, Wilson," snarled Oliver.

There was no one that he wanted more than Ra's. There were a number of reasons but his scent and personality drew Oliver in. He was strong and could be trusted to not betray him.

"What do we have here?" came a rough dark voice that Oliver recognized, "Mr. Wilson, I believe Mr. Queen has made it clear he has no interest in you."

Al Owal. Oliver's shoulders eased as he turned to look at the older assassin. Unusually for Al Owal he was not in his League uniform. Instead he wore a pair of black pants, a plain shirt and jacket. Oliver wondered what brought the alpha out to Starling City.

Wilson narrowed his eye at Al Owal but didn't make a move to fight. The assassin didn't seem concerned about the mercenary as he approached Oliver. He placed a protective hand on Oliver's shoulder and he allowed it.

"And you are?" Growled Wilson darkly.

Al Owal smirked at him before replying, "It is of no concern to you, Mr. Wilson. My name is Dante. You will be seeing me often around town."

"Stay away from Mr. Queen."

"I could say the same to you."

The air grew heavy as the two men glared at each other. The tension was palpable. Oliver didn't fight the hand on his shoulder. This should have been a clear indication that he was comfortable with Al Owal. However Slade didn't move or let down his guard.

Slade was the first to break the staring contest as he growled, "I see."

Then without another word the man left. He climbed into his car and sped off leaving the two alone. Once he was gone Al Owal released him.

"Thank you, Al Owal," said Oliver bowing his head, "That could have gone a lot worse."

"Yes it could have," agreed Al Owal, "However, I had to ensure that the League's claim was clear. Did you get Ra's letter?"

"I did," admitted Oliver, "It's good to have you in the city. It's been boring lately."

Al Owal let out a laugh. It was deep and sounded rough from disuse. Oliver gave a grin in return.

Then Oliver grew serious again, "What do you think his intentions are?"

Al Owal was silent for a moment. They were both looking over the alleyway towards the direction the man had driven. A part of him wished that Ras was there. While they had not talked much in his time at the temple he was a calming presence.

Finally Al Owal answered, "He is here to find and possibly kill a woman. One Sarah Lance."

Oliver startled unable to prevent himself from reacting. That was Laurel's younger sister. She had missing while he was serving in Medusa. They found off the coast of China not long before he returned. She was currently Starling City's vigilante.

"Do we know why?" Questioned Oliver, "Is this because she is the Canary? Or something else?"

Al Owal refused to look at him. His jaw was clenched. It had taken Oliver a little bit of time to learn the other man's body language. In that time he knew that the man was not pleased with his question.

"What is it?" Pressed Oliver, "What aren't you telling me?"

"This is not your fight, Al Sahim," sighed the other man, "I would recommend avoiding Wilson at all costs."

Oliver huffed, "Not possible. My mother seems hell bent on pushing me to him. As a possible mate."

That got a reaction out of the alpha. Al Owal stepped directly into his personal space. Too close for comfort. Not that the man was going to harm him.

Al Owal questioned with narrowed eyes, "Is he the one you wish to court you?"

"No," answered Oliver truthfully, "I have no interest in courting or bonding with Wilson. Mom doesn't seem to understand that and seems intent on setting the two of us up."

It didn't ease the anger in his mentor's gaze. Instead the grip on his shoulder tightened and he was pulled closer. His heart skipped a beat at the closeness. He hadn't expected such a possessive reaction from his teacher.

"If he tries to take you by force," growled the other, "Send word. You are a brother, Al Sahim. Ra's Al Ghul named you himself. It will be a declaration of war against the league. Against the demon himself."

His lips curled up in a small smirk. War with the League wasn't something anyone wanted. Not even those that resided in Nanda Parbat. Oliver wouldn't have been sent back if they wanted war.

"Of course, Al Owal," agreed Oliver, "Do you have a phone?"

"Not that can be tracked," the man informed him, "Give me your phone. I'll program the number in. I need to go, Oliver."

Oliver didn't hesitate and handed over his phone. Al Owal took the offered phone and began typing on the screen. A minute or so later the phone was returned.

"Be careful, Al Sahim," rumbled the man before he disappeared.

Chapter 11

...

The air was warm and dry as the sun beat down on him. There was nothing but sand and heat as far as the eye could see. He could smell the smoke of burning tires and the scent of rotting flesh. The site was their fourth in as many weeks.

Heat flared through Oliver's abdomen a clear sign that his Heat was setting in. The suppressants could only work for so long. Already he was beginning to feel the effects. His body was starting to crave a knot, his slick was already running down his thighs. He could ignore the pain of cramps in his stomach.

He couldn't afford a distraction. Especially not one his own biology created. They were searching for survivors or a reason the village was abandoned.

"Delta," called his second in comamnd, Echo, "Did you find anything?"

"A couple of kids," reported Oliver as he entered a hut.

On the floor were two small figures curled up. Their faces were hidden by their long black hair and dirty skin. One of them was breathing softly, barely noticeable. However the other wasn't breathing and his neck was twisted at an odd angle.

They had their orders. Retrieve the living. Leave the dead.

"Get them to the medics. We leave in twenty," ordered Oliver.

Echo agreed, "Copy."

He was the last person to the rendezvous point. There was an air of unease throughout the squad. Alpha had a nasty cut across his right cheek. No doubt it would scar. It would make a good story if they ever got out of this hell hole.

"Where are we going next?" Inquired Echo as soon as Oliver was seated.

"Wait for orders," Delta even as their radio crackled to life.

Oliver stood and went to wear Bravo was setting up the communications. They would be waiting a while for the transmission. The connection wasn't very strong and had to wait until the proper time.

Delta and Alpha exchanged looks. Things weren't going according to plan. Something was wrong. The way it crackled it wasn't coming from Saigon. It was farther out and the message was garbled. A team requiring aid.

Bravo and Echo both shared a concerned look. It wasn't often that Delta or Alpha looked uneasy. Something was definitely going on.

Finally the communication came through and a familiar voice spoke. Gordon. The voice broke through the haze that was Delta and allowed his human side to come forward.

"We're taking fire here!" Screamed Gordon, "No help is coming. Abort the mission! Get the hell out of Dodge and stay off the road!"

Gunfire echoed from the transmission followed by an explosion and the call went dead. Delta let the mask of the warrior fall back in place and stood. He was ready.

"Grab the bags. We are leaving," Ordered Delta as the others grabbed their rucksacks and followed, "Bravo I want Almanac's last know position!"

"SIR!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Cried a young man in the seat.

"Quiet, sir," ordered Bravo as he handed over a map.

Delta pointed at a spot on the map. There were no towns or villages. It would be an ideal hiding spot.

"There."

The sound of helicopters had the squad scrambling.

...

Fire. Chaos. Explosions.

"Almanac to Delta! Come in Delta!"

"Delta here."

"Turn around brother. Abort this mission! You cannot succeed here. Leave me!"

Never you fucker. I'll never leave you!

"Delta," hissed Alpha, "Let him die. You cannot save everyone. There is nothing we can do. We cannot win here. The people need us, Delta."

Fire. Chaos. Explosions.

...

Delta came out of the fitful sleep with a knife in one hand. It launched towards a figure in his doorway. It landed just beside his target.

A hand was clamped around the wrist. Strong fingers wrapped tightly and the muscles strained under his skin. The arm was twisted forcing the hand open. He dropped the knife.

Delta snapped his free hand out at the closer opponent. He intended on breaking their nose or jaw. Anything that would give him an advantage. Unfortunately his strike was caught. The two pushed him into a nearby wall.

He lashed out with a kick at the second man's knee. There was a hiss of pain. Another punch aimed at his face was stopped.

"Oliver."

A deep voice commanded, "Look at me, Oliver."

Oliver was gone. Dead. He died within Tam Quan. Only Delta remained and whoever this was, wasn't his friend.

He tried to launch himself away from the alpha holding him. Delta's legs got tangled in unfamiliar sheets. This wasn't his camp. Where was his squad?

"Fuck."

Delta kicked and scratched trying to get away. The second figure came to try and help subdue him. A weaker alpha by his scent.

"Let me go," growled Delta as the second man attempted to pin him, "Release me! Where are the others?! Where's Echo?"

Realization seemed to dawn on the stronger alpha. He ordered the other alpha, "Get Dr. Panov. Quickly!"

The second man was quick to run out the door.

Delta lunged this time getting free of the alpha. The omega bared his teeth in defiance. His fingers itched for the feel of a gun or a blade. Anything.

"Stay away," warned Delta as he backed himself into a corner, "Come any closer and I'll kill you."

The man didn't make a move just studied the omega. He didn't appear armed and his clothes weren't military issued. They appeared to expensive pajamas. Why wasn't this man wearing a uniform or a vest?

The other man slowly made his way towards him. His movements were precise and fluid. It was obvious the alpha was used to being a soldier. Yet his scent was calm and didn't reek of aggression.

There was a spike of pain in his temple and Delta bit back a groan. It wasn't a serious injury but his mind was hazy and unfocused. Delta blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision.

"Who are you?"

His voice was raspy and rough. There was an unpleasant taste in his mouth. The man didn't answer him just took another step closer. Delta stepped back his scent spiking.

"Don't," snapped Delta, "I mean it."

"Oliver," whispered the man.

The name sent a shudder down his spine and a sharp stabbing pain in his head. He clutched his head with his hands and whimpered. This man was his enemy. He had to be.

That meant he had to be neutralized.

In a burst of energy he attacked the other man. A solid kick knocked the other man back. Not allowing the other man a moment to regain his feet Delta grabbed the other man's arm. In one quick move the bones snapped under his grip.

A grunt of pain left the alpha. Delta felt a strange mix of satisfaction and regret. Like a part of him didn't want to hurt the man. That was foolish though.

Delta's head exploded in agony and he saw white. The side of him he thought he killed tried to gain control. The alpha once again re-engaged him. Delta was prevented from defending himself by the pain in his head.

The alpha grabbed him one handed by the back of his neck and forced him down. The pain didn't subside but instead increased.

Delta was shoved back down the ground. The man's knees kept his arms pinned down and the hand on his neck scuffed him. The biological instinct to submit then took over.

Delta let out a low whine even as he tried to fight his instincts. The man was still injured but was obviously trained. He wasn't fighting and it didn't appear that he would kill him.

He knew him. Didn't he? The man's scent encased him and calmed the inner omega. His struggles were pointless.

Slowly his muscles relaxed and he slumped. He felt the alpha relax and his grip lessened.

"It's alright, Oliver," soothed the alpha, "Just breath. Can you tell me what you remember?"

Delta didn't try to reply. There was something missing in his memories. His head ached and throbbed with every heartbeat.

The door opened and the smell of cinnamon wafted into the room. Another wave of calm washed over him. An omega. The man holding him didn't tense so whoever it was wasn't an immediate threat.

Dress shoes appeared Delta's vision. The person crouched in front of him and a calming hand was placed on his arm.

"Hello, I'm not sure what you remember right now, but I am Doctor Morris Panov," the new arrival's soothing voice rumbled, "It seems we need to start back at the beginning, Delta."

Delta tried to glower at him. That wasn't his name. His name was... his name was...

Oliver winced.

What the ever loving fuck?

"Hey," Morris softly said drawing Oliver's attention back to him, "Stay with me, Oliver. You're having a dissociative episode. I need you to stay present. Okay?"

"Morris?" Murmured Oliver, "Who was that alpha? Did I hurt him?"

A familiar hand carded through his hair and he began to recognize the scent. His father, Malcolm Merlyn.

Ignoring the doctor for the time being he tried to turn over in Malcolm's grip. The grip tightened slightly as the man above him huffed.

"Don't move yet, Oliver," chided his father, "Your muscles are still stiff."

"I hurt you," rasped Oliver.

His father didn't deny the words or say anything else. Oliver closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Finally the grip eased and Oliver slowly turned over. Malcolm helped him sit up against the side of the bed.

Morris asked gently, "Whag triggered it, Oliver? You were doing so well."

"Probably a combination of factors," Olivsr admitted, "Slade Wilson, the nightmare/flashback, the meeting with Al Owal."

He hoped throwing it in the middle meant the men wouldn't notice. No sure luck as they both stared at him. Morris with his brown eyes filled with worry. Malcolm had a deep scowl etched on his face.

"I'm going to kill him," snarled the older man.

"Calm yourself," admonished Morris, "I am more interested in how Oliver's nightmare effected this."

The older man glared but did as instructed. The scent didn't ease and Oliver found himself leaning closer to his father. Basking in the alpha's scent and warmth.

"Tell me, Oliver," prompted Morris.

With a heavy sigh he recounted, "It was the mission where Gordon was kidnapped. The one where I shot Alpha, Jason Bourne for betraying us."

"Oliver," chided Malcolm, "You shouldn't feel guilty for killing him. He was trying to kill you."

"I know that," Oliver agreed, "But that's not why I'm having problems."

"Slade Wilson is dredging up memories best left forgotten. If I remember correctly Bourne was Australian correct?" Asked Morris.

"Yeah, he was."

"We need to work through the events. It will help prevent episodes such as these. This isn't a big deal Oliver," insisted the doctor, "These episodes are expected. It is just learning how to deal with them. You have the tools and you have us. Use them."

"Thank you," thanked Oliver.

...

Malcolm watched Oliver as the doctor set his arm. He was sitting up on his bed and had been watching for the last hour. Malcolm was sitting on his own bed as the doctor tneded to his injuries. It was broken, no doubt, and a nasty fracture at that. Still his son did his best to remain stoic as the bone was reset. It was obvious he blamed himself for the injury.

"There we are," stated Mo as he finished bandaging the cast, "I'm not saying you can't do any exercises but limit them for now. Give it at least six weeks to heal same as any other break."

Oliver didn't say anything. His scent was radiating misery and self blame. He couldn't let his son wallow like that. Not when they still had a mission.

"Thank you, Dr. Panov," said Malcolm, "Why don't you wait outside while I have a word with my son."

"Of course, Mr. Merlyn," nodded the doctor, "Take care, Oliver. We will have a session tomorrow."

Oliver nodded slightly. Malcolm waited until the doctor had shut the door behind him. When it clicked closed, he turned back to Oliver. The young omega sat staring blankly out the window.

Malcolm grabbed Oliver with his good arm and drew the boy against his side. A surprised yelp escaped Oliver as Malcolm rearranged the boy against his chest.

"Dad!" Exclaimed Oliver struggling.

"Be still," rumbled Malcolm and his son immediately obeyed.

Slowly his pheromones calmed the distressed scent and Oliver melted into his side. Then he tucked Oliver's head under his chin. The softness of his son's hair tickled his skin.

"You didn't fail, Oliver. Your squad is alive, yes? Everyone was injured but they survived and are being taken care of. Yes?"

"Yes," agreed the young man, "But, Dad-"

"No," growled the alpha, "This was not your fault, Oliver. My injuries aren't serious. Don't blame yourself."

Oliver frowned and looked back at his hands. They were trembling slightly. He attacked Malcolm. Oliver would never forgive him for it.

"But I could have killed you. I was lost in the flashback. I could have-," he tried to insist.

"And yet I'm here, perfectly fine," cut in the doctor, "You did not kill me. That was an accident, Oliver. It's a hazard of our lifestyle. I was Ra's Horseman. Do not forget how dangerous I am. I held back. Had you been anyone else they wouldn't be here."

Oliver looked up at him blinking owlishly. He had forgotten that Malcolm was formerly a Horseman. The alpha watched as Oliver considered him.

"You didn't attack me," stated the omega, "Why didn't you defend yourself?"

A small smirk graced his face.

"Because, son, I didn't want to hurt you," Malcolm answered as he ran his hand through the locks, "This isn't your fault. We all fall sometimes, Oliver. We learn and move on."

Ra's worked hard to bring Oliver out of his darkness. After all the horrors that happened to him, Oliver deserved peace. Even if only for a few moments. Flashbacks happened. Accidents happened. Oliver needed to accept these truths.

He added quietly, "You didn't hurt me, Oliver. Please believe me. You didn't."

The tension slowly seeped from Oliver's shoulders. His arms wrapped around Malcolm's neck and he pressed his face into the alpha's collarbone. Tears leaked out and soaked into the material.

Malcolm didn't comment on the tears or the fact that Oliver was clutching at his shirt. Instead he allowed the young man to grieve for the trauma he went through. Since returning from Nanda Parbat, Oliver's pain had no where to go so instead he had repressed it. He hadn't even realized he was doing it. Malcolm should have realized it before now.

Malcolm leaned his head down to rub his cheek against Oliver's scenting him. Normally this was dome when children were young to form the bond between parent and child. Malcolm was realizing his son wanted the comfort that he didn't get with Robert but wouldn't ask.

Eventually Oliver's breathing evened out as he fell asleep. The stress finally getting the better of him. A low purr rumbled through his chest and soothed Oliver further.

Chapter 12

...

Oliver slowly came back to consciousness. At first his sleep muddled mind didn't realize what was different. Slowly awareness filled his being and Oliver blinked the last bit of sleep away. His cheek rested against something solid and warm. Something was gently playing with his hair. It was calming.

A voice above him hummed, "Good afternoon, Oliver."

He froze. Memories returned to him in a rush. Dinner with his father. His flashback. He had cried into his father's neck. And now here he was leaning against him and purring.

His muscles locked and the fingers stilled in his hair. Malcolm huffed.

"Relax, Oliver," ordered Malcolm sounding exasperated, "There is nothing wrong with a child seeking comfort from their parent."

"Not a child," muttered Oliver.

Malcolm snorted, "In my book you are."

That made the younger man's lips quirk up in amusement. Malcolm's hand slipped from his hair to his cheek. Oliver leaned into the touch.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Malcolm his ice blue eyes studying his son's expression.

Oliver sighed as he considered the question, "I'm not sure."

Malcolm waited him out. Oliver's eyes dropped to the floor. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm glad to have someone other than Morris or Alex to talk to," began Oliver, "Even if they have been around me since the beginning."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Malcolm calmed him. When his mother, sister, or even Laurel tried to get him to talk about what happened he found himself wanting to escape. Yet, with his father and Tommy he was calm and willing to open up a little. He still found himself missing time in Nanda Parbat.

"It is good for everyone to have multiple confidants," agreed Malcolm.

"Thank you for understanding, Dad," replied Oliver his eyes lifting and meeting his father's icy gaze, "You are a very strange alpha."

Malcolm laughed, "You're a strange omega."

...

Oliver sat in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee. Panov sat across from him staring into his own cup of coffee. The silence was deafening. It was almost as loud as the thoughts in his head.

"Have you decided?" Asked the doctor not looking up from his cup.

Oliver's finger tightened on his cup. The warmth from the drink didn't register.

"Yes," answered Oliver his voice firm and certain, "I have decided that I am not coming back to Queen Mansion. My place isn't here anymore."

"Is it because of Mr. Wilson?"

"Partly," replied Oliver his brows scrunching, "It is partially because I want to move on with my life. I feel stagnant and being in the mansion isn't helping. Malcolm at least treats me as my own person."

Ra's had as well. In the League of Assassins, it didn't matter what one's designation was. As long as a person was willing to learn and swear their feality that was what counted. Not for the first time he questioned his decision in returning from Nanda Parbat.

A part of him wondered if it was simply a form of nostalgia. Was he trying to hold onto something that was gone and not coming back?

Panov commented, "You miss the League. If I am to be honest, that is probably the place you'll always be most comfortable."

...

The next few days passed with no further visits from Wilson. Oliver kept a wary eye out but no one approached him. The only time he went back to the Queen Mansion was to retrieve the last of his things.

Malcolm had gone with him. It was a precaution in case his mother tried to ambush him with Wilson again. His father didn't seem bothered by the trip. Oliver was more relaxed knowing that if something was going to happen Malcolm was there.

When they arrived his mother wasn't there but Walter was. Walter didn't try to stop them as Oliver climbed the stairs to his room. Malcolm stood at the bottom watching the hallway. He was waiting in case someone tried something.

With ease Oliver grabbed the last of his things and threw them into his duffle bag. A book that Ra's had gifted him was slipped inside his jacket pocket. Once the bag was packed he threw the strap over his shoulder and descended the stairs.

His mother must not have been far from the Mansion because she was now in Malcolm's face.

"What do you think you are doing?" Questioned Moira as he made his way down the stairs, "You have no right to take him anywhere!"

"Oliver is an adult and has been for years, Moira. I have the right to spend time with my son," replied Malcolm in an icy tone.

"Dad?" Asked Oliver enjoying the flinch Moira gave.

"Oliver," sputtered Moira, "This man isn't your father. You can't believe a word he says. He has plans to..."

Oliver held up a hand stopping her and calmly said, "Stop. Please. Malcolm isn't the villain you are trying to make him out to be. He never tried to force me into courtship with an unknown alpha."

Her mouth snapped shut and she was struck dumb. Finally her eyes landed on the bags hanging over his shoulders and her scent changed. Her lips quivered and he realized her eyes were glistening.

"Oliver you can't leave," she pleaded, "Not again. This is your home."

"It hasn't been my home in a long time," replied Oliver.

He was proud that his voice was calm. There was a churning of anger in his gut but he stamped it down. There was nothing his mother could do or say to him that would get him to stay here. Not when there were better alternatives.

Malcolm placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Moira's face twisted with hatred.

"Get your hands off of him," snarled his mother, "He isn't your son."

"On the contrary," stated Malcolm, "He is and we have the paternity test to prove it. Honestly Moira you should be grateful that I don't sue you for keeping him from me."

The blood drained from her face. For the first time she seemed uncertain. That was fine with him.

"Goodbye, Mom."

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Hardened soul