Colin Donnell and Marcie Dodd in Wicked.
Taking a shaking breath, she moved back, her hand drag down his arm, she was real, he was there. She exhaled slowly, “come in,” she said as she swung the door open, letting him in the apartment that they shared together for a few months, seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Can I get you anything," she asked as she wiped her eyes, trying to calm herself.
When she pulled away, his heart warmed at the sight of her. Still so beautiful in every way. Tommy smiled, giving a slight nod as she allowed him inside. In spite of everything, he didn’t know how to tell her anything, what happened, how much he missed her. Instead, he silently entered the apartment, taking in the familiar scene.
“Water would be fine,” he replied. His voice was low again, trying to get through the pain he saw so clearly in her eyes as she whipped them dry.
Viola smiled “Well, at least you two still got to hang out even if life has been busy” she said, shrugging “and I will call you, don’t you worry about that” she then added, lightly giggling “I just hope I won’t ever call you up in a wrong time and we’ll be all good” she then nodded, as she simply continued to eat her food slowly “Thank you again, for the cafe and this. Also for simply talking to me, you’ve been great” her smile grew wider “I’m serious about the friends thing and the calling you up thing, I hope you are too”
She had no idea how busy Oliver was, day in and day out. Whether it was the club, Queen Consolidated, being the city’s vigilante, something was always weighing him down. “Ollie certainly had his plate full, but we found time every now and again.” He nodded slightly as she continued to speak. “Don’t worry too much about that, chances are I’ll be free. I was happy to take you to the café, it was nice getting to know you more. And of course I’m serious, it’s a promise. I’m pretty good at keeping them.”
With all the new information in her life, all the drama, and here was the one man who loved her for her at one point in their life. “Tommy,” she covered her mouth, so there was a little tears rolling, but she was crier, something she really need to work on. She stepped into the door way and she hugged him, tightly.
"How? I saw you?" she asked, her hold tighten, if this was a dream she didn’t want to wake up, not for awhile.
Tommy gave a week smile at her reaction, hating to see her cry because of him. “I missed you,” he admitted the moment she hugged him. He shut his eyes briefly at the familiar touch, leaning into the embrace, returning it. He could hear the pain in her voice, the sadness and confusion, which made him wish he could have returned sooner.
“I know,” he replied, taking a weak breath. Knowing she went through so much because of him was difficult to endure. “It’s a lot to explain.”
“Oh. Right a computer. Of course.” She laughed lightly shaking her head and combing her fingers through her hair. It had been so long away from most technology she forgot how accessible it was. “Thank you for the offer, Tommy. I appreciate it. Although I think some directions to the nearest library would be all I need at the moment so I can access a computer.”
“Better yet, I’ll go with you,” Tommy offered, seeing as she would probably need some assistance. He didn’t have any plans, so it wasn’t a bother. Besides, Shado did so much for Oliver it only felt right to help her out. Placing his hands in his jacket pockets, he gave a slight nod at her words. “It’s not that far from here, just a few blocks down the road.”
Viola nodded as a sign that she was listening “I see” she said, smiling as she then took another bite from the burger but smaller this time “Well, at least you two still got to hang out with each other” she shrugged, before she then shook her head at his question “I don’t think so” she responded “I mean, I bet I’ll make this part of it now if you’d go with me. Along with the cafe, but so far..” she girl added as she pursed her lips together “Not really. I do love certain places in other places, but I don’t think I make it as a regular thing to visit it and all”
He could agree with that. Although Oliver’s time was limited because of his vigilante business, they still made time to hang out every so often. “And considering how much has been going on, I’m surprised we still manage to make the time.” Listening to her as she spoke, he took a sip of his drink. “We can come here and to the café any time you’re in the area. In fact, if you’re ever in Starling again, just give me a call and we can hang out again.” Tommy really enjoyed spending the day with her so far and he was sure they’d continue having a good time.
Laurel was sleeping on the couch when she heard the knock on the door as if she didn’t have an eventful day playing sleuth through old photos and new clippings. She wondered who would be at the door, Sara had called to check on her nightly like always and she spoke to her father this morning. She moved to the door, using the peephole this time and just stared…Tommy Merlyn?
She felt like calling Sara, calling her dad, even calling Oliver, but instead she unlocked the locks, slowly open the door, “Hello?”.
What caused him to suddenly show up at her door at this time of night, he wasn’t quite sure. In fact, Tommy couldn’t find much motive to come back to Starling at all. Guilt caused him to stay away, trapped by past mistakes and regret towards the way he treated Laurel and Oliver. But he knocked, a light pound just in case she was asleep, maybe subconsciously an attempt to find reason to come back another time.
Then she opened the door and just like everything else, he didn’t realize how much he missed her until she was right there in front of him. “Hi, Laurel,” Tommy responded quietly, veering his gaze away, unsure of what her reaction would be.
"You’re outfitted though, right?" Felicity frowned in her contemplation. "Because Oliver should pay you more than enough to have a TV with at least a basic cable plan. And by basic I mean HBO, Showtime, and HBO movies. And a DVR—obviously." Her frown deepened as she thought of the list of shows that had built up on her own machine. Seriously, she should give herself a vacation.
Didn’t crime ever want to take a trip to the Bahamas?
"Oh really? Well you should try mine then. Changing octaves isn’t easy, you know."
“Of course,” Tommy replied, tilting his head slightly as she continued to speak. “Just because I have all those doesn’t mean I get a lot of time to watch TV. We all have a lot going on, after all. Ollie hardly goes home anymore and I’m pretty sure he’s been sleeping down here too.” Apparently things in the Queen household haven’t been that great lately. It was awful seeing the family he grew up with splitting apart like this.
But Oliver’s Arrow business was always going to get in the way. Crime doesn’t stop.
“And totally embarrass myself? I don’t think so.”
Finishing what she had in her mouth, Viola glanced around the area and simply looked back at the man with a smile “Oliver?” she asked, knowing how he already told her about a good number of three people in his life. While, she never exactly told him anything from hers. Except the fact that her parents travel around a lot “I can imagine that you would have great memories here though” she then said, nodding as a wider smile simply formed on her lips right after
“That would be the one,” Tommy mentioned. “Of course we weren’t go anywhere without his bodyguard but couldn’t really do anything about that.” He remembered the meals he and Oliver shared, talking like best friends would. His trips here stopped while they disagreed on a few things concerning his Arrow duties, but resumed once things were solved. “So, do you have any places like this, ones you go back to all the time?” He supposed she would despite the traveling.
Cara shook her head in return, “That’s horrible… It’s so hard to lose your parents.” She paused before adding, “And, as much as my sister could be at odds with ours… they still utterly adored her. They would get so frustrated with the ways she choose to express herself but, at the same time, they loved her for being an individual. For being this… magnificent presence, this ridiculously bright light in people’s lives…” She knew she was gushing, but it was hard for her not to when she spoke of Ari. Despite the fact that Cara was the older sister, she had looked up to her. Had dreamed of what it would be like to be so free-spirited, so…unafraid.
Cara deadpanned, “What can I say, I have high standards.” She followed Tommy into the apartment building, taking it in before saying, “But then, it appears, so do you. Higher, if you’re going to tell me that your windows aren’t nailed shut like mine currently are, and that your faucets don’t produce some sort of brown sludge. …Trade ya?”
Tommy gave a nod, knowing the feeling. “Yeah, but at least her brother didn’t die along with her father. They took the yacht out for a few days and a storm hit,” he informed her. He decided to stick with that story. Tommy already knew the truth. His father sabotaged the boat, killing everyone except for Oliver and unbeknownst to him Sara. “Thea really changed after all of that, turning down a bad road but she doing a lot better now. Funnily enough, she’s like a sister to me.” He didn’t have any siblings and since he spent so much time at the Queens, growing up and after the incident, they grew closer so to speak.
At her comment, once they entered his apartment, he let out a small chuckle. “I don’t think so, I’m pretty happy staying here. You seriously have to nail your windows shut? That’s awful but I think the whole brown sludge think is way worse. I’m certainly not suited for life on the road if those are its standards.”
Viola sat down and placed the mans food on his side, while hers was right in front of her “I wouldn’t be surprised if it really was” she said, nodding as she then smiled at Tommy and unwrapped her food “Yum” she giggled “The smell is delicious, I love it” she then added, sighing as if she was intoxicated with just the smell itself “Okay, time for take off” she joked “Three, two, one” she then counted down slowly, before she got herself a big bite “Hmm!” she hummed happily, nodding and approving of the taste
He gave a slight nod of thanks when she placed his food down before she took a seat herself. A small laugh escaped at her comment. He took out his own food, taking a bite of the burger. “Trust me, it tastes as good as it smells,” Tommy lightly commented on her remark. He couldn’t help but watch her reaction as she ate her food after she counted down from three. “I’d come here with one of my friends all the time usually just to hang out and enjoy some good food. This place has a lot of good memories,” he soon commented, glancing around.