"Tommy, my trust fund is your trust fund." "No. That is the easy answer, and believe me, I have loved easy answers. What I need is a job."
Thea sat down on her hotel bed, aimlessly flipping through television channels. She really had no time to process what was going on on each channel before switching to the next, her mind was too busy being a million places at once. Not too long ago, she was getting ready to leave Starling City with her boyfriend, Roy. Now she and Roy were broken up and she ended up leaving the town with Malcolm, her father. All she knew was that he was taking her someplace to train so she could leave up to her potential. At this point, she felt like Malcolm was the only one she could trust so she went with him without question.
The knock on the door corrected all of her thoughts. She was glad that room service had arrived at last. Walking to the door, as she opened it, she froze seeing her dead half- brother at the door. “Tommy?” She asked after a long pause, trying to figure out if she was truly seeing Tommy at the door.
The moment she opened the door he expected the look on her face, the same he expressed when finding out Oliver was the Hood, though perhaps after knowing their father was alive it simmered down to mere shock. Truthfully, he wished they could have met under better circumstances, at a time when he could freely convey everything running through him at the sight of her. Though broken down by lies, yet another feeling he understood well, how it dug deeply and wedged its way between the you and person holding them, she was still the same Thea. About a year older and struck by the harshness of life, she stood staring at him with wise eyes.
Tommy took a breath, having to mentally prepare himself for whatever reaction. “I know this probably isn’t the best way to find out I’m not dead, me randomly showing up and all,” he mentioned with a drop in tone, “but we really need to talk. Honestly, I wanted to see you sooner… There’s just a lot to explain.”
Felicity nodded with a mocking chuckle, “I know, I know, you’re a very busy man right now…” she grinned jokingly as she waved to the few men working on the site. “You’re a mean boss, do you know that?” Felicity commented, still teasing him as he told her his technique in making those guys work faster. While he was working on the top floor, Felicity was busy rebuilding their lair in the basement, it doesn’t work as well as she plan it to be, but at least it’s getting there. “I’m just gonna put my things then we can get that breakfast…” she smiled, “And I’m going to take you to this amazing deli I’m sure you never been to because you and Oliver are all lunches in posh restaurant, but they served the best cheese pastrami sandwich ever…” she rambled.
“Mean is subjective,” Tommy remarked upon her joking statement. “In my defense, they were extremely lazy workers and took way too many breaks. Then again, Oliver was the one who hired the majority of them, so I’m going to let him take the blame for that one.” Although he didn’t spend too much time underneath the club, at first wanting to avoid going down there all together when his friend’s secret was first known, Tommy grew rather accustomed to accompanying Felicity when he stopped by. As she spoke, his head tilted to the side by just a fraction, her slight ramble not going unnoticed. “You’re correct on the fact that I’ve never been to a deli before. I’ve had plenty of takeout,” especially when with Laurel, though that went unmentioned, “but I guess that doesn’t really count. And I guess I’ll have to take your word on the sandwiches. Ready to head out whenever you are.”
*sings* Have I told...you lately... that I love you?
Much more than I deserve! You’re the sweetest and I love you lots too. Never forget that! <3
when your partner hasn’t replied to a thread in a while and you were having a lot of feels about it, so now every once in a while you remember it like:
..Having this much fun should be illegal.
He looked down. He had already known all of the things that Tommy said to him, but it still hurt to hear it all. If he could go back and change things he would, but it was useless to dwell on ‘what ifs’. He had made his choice back then, and while he still believe that he had been right for the most part, he had been wrong where Tommy was concerned. “I know.” It was all that he could say. Expressing his wish to change it wouldn’t make things better, and neither would an apology. All he could do was acknowledge the truth of his words.
He sighed as he looked back at his son. “Like you said, the small efforts didn’t make much difference. And I wanted to. I just hope that you’ll be able to see it one day.” He hesitated before answering his question. “He is the head of an organization of people,” he said, slightly reluctantly. It was dangerous to get Tommy involved in this, but he knew that he had to give him some answers in order to be trusted. “He’s very dangerous, but he helped me when I needed it. He trained me and showed me the world for what it really was. I’m glad that I met him, but I sincerely hope that you never do.”
Tommy didn’t expect more than those two words from his father. The way he looked down, away from him, insinuated what he already knew. Malcolm was never able to express his regrets and perhaps if their eyes were to meet, if the two of them could ever come together on common grounds, he would have seen how much it pained him to hear the truth spoken out loud. Honestly, he already knew words only got them so far and if an apology was thrown between them, it would only settle the problems, not fix them. The past couldn’t be altered or changed, they had to live with the choices made and the way their relationship deteriorated because of them.
A small nod was given, however, his expression was withheld. “I understand a lot more than you think I do. When I was younger, I had no clue what was running through your mind and maybe I don’t even know everything right now.” Tommy turned his head away some during the slight pause in conversation. He could tell just from his tone how reluctant he was to mention the man he met during his travels. “What kind of organization trains people the way you were?” he asked, veering his gaze towards his dad. Killing others was never a concept he could agree with, not when it came Malcolm or Oliver, yet he didn’t want to bring it up. “Dangerous in what way exactly? I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me his name either, but I just don’t get why he was so willing to help you, to teach you how to fight at all.”
"Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Merlyn?" she teased the man sitting on the construction site of what will be the new and renovated Verdant. After that time she spent some time with Tommy watching movies at his place, they started to hang out some more without the pretense of him waiting for Oliver anymore, they hung out over coffee or lunches sometimes, talking about normal life stuff or anything random that tickle their interest that time. "As much as I loveee watching muscly men drilling holes and putting glasses, the sweat stench can be a bother sometimes," The blonde chirped away as she put down the box of donuts on the pile of boxes the guys used for tables. "I’m going downstairs and then going to grab some breakfast, you want to join me?" she asked while walking away.
“I’ve been busy, a lot of things to do and not enough hours in the day. You know the drill,” he said back with a shrug of his shoulders. Tommy smiled and crossed his arms over his navy colored shirt. The time they spent together increased and exceeded past the usual waiting for Oliver to show up. Now after getting a good few chances to talk to her, he considered her a good friend. “It’s better when you get to yell at them to hurry up or threaten to fire them if they don’t get something done on time,” he followed in mention after her. He pretty much got Verdant up and running the first time around, therefore he knew how vexing it could be. When she mentioned food he immediately gave a nod. “I just happened to miss breakfast this morning, so yeah, I’m in.” He caught up with her rather quickly as they headed downstairs.
It had been a long time, maybe too much has passed, since he saw Thea. While everyone thought him to be dead and by all means he should have been, Tommy Merlyn was still walking amongst the living as if nothing transpired. Of course that wasn’t all true, the memories were genuine, his feelings towards the ones he cared for were meaningful, and his nightmares as real as the quake itself. When the second tragedy hit Starling, he quickly went to see if everyone was okay, which most were, Oliver taking quite a beating at the worse. What surprised him most was catching Thea leaving the city with his father.
He followed them, knowing one thing for sure, whatever was going on he needed to talk to her. She was his sister after all and if Malcolm was involved with her choice to leave, it probably wasn’t good. Eventually the two stopped their travel and Tommy took the opportunity to approach her, even it if meant showing her that he was indeed still alive. A heavy weight filled his chest but he gave a few quick knocks on the door and waited for her to open it, mind full of explanations but his mouth lacking the ability to move.
For some reason, Cara felt ridiculously choked up when Tommy said there was a reason that they met. Maybe it was because she was in pain and exhausted, maybe it was making her feel sentimental… Or maybe it was just nice, for one second, to believe that she deserved to have someone in her life. Someone that she could trust. A friend. …Of course, that was all the more reason to try to keep Tommy safe. But she didn’t focus on that, instead saying, “…I like to think that, too. You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.”
Cara followed the wall out of the bathroom and into the hallway and then just sort of… stood there. She wasn’t sure where to go; she was still afraid of ruining his couch. Her smirk then grew into a smile when Tommy confirmed what she already knew, that he had plans for the night. “I knew it! Tommy, just go. Go out, and have your night. You’ve patched me up, you’re letting me stay the night - you’ve already done so much. You deserve to go out and have some fun. Besides, there’s nothing more you can do here. I am just going to sit and try to unwind. Maybe get some sleep.”
A smile rose from her admission. Not that long ago everything went downhill for him. Between fighting with his best friend over matters they basically, if not completely, settled as of now, breaking up with his girlfriend, and his own father being the reason the earthquake happen, very few things seemed to work out well for him. Of course many of those smoothed themselves out but not all according to the trust he hoped to hold. “Maybe we both just needed a good friend,” he added, a lighthearted chuckle escaping afterwards.
Tommy shifted his head back and forth as if he was actually thinking about what she said. “I could do that or I could cancel and stay here. I know you’re going to try and make me go out but honestly, I don’t mind skipping a night. It’s not like it’s something I’ve been planning for months, it was basically a last minute decision,” he explained, despite what Cara told him. Besides, Oliver was most likely going to have to leave in the middle anyway, his arrow stuff came up very often. “I can have just as much fun staying here with you. On top of that, you really can’t force me to go,” he then added with a nonchalant shrug.
Viola smiled at the man, honestly loving how he was open to spending a lot of time with her “Great, sounds good to me” she said, nodding - before she then bit her lower lip at what he said next “I’ll be the saddest of them all” she sighed, as she then looked over to the side and watched a waiter walk over to them and give them the me.
“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he reassured her with a light grin. Once the waiter approached and handed each of them a menu, he thumbed through the pages even though he already knew what was there. “Any idea on what you’re getting?” he questioned, vaguely wondering if he should order his usual or not.
"Back to my place then it is." Kat smiled taking his hand in her’s to leave the club and head back to her place for the rest of the evening.
Tommy willingly took hold of her hand, letting his usual smile pull up on his lips. “Alright then,” he replied soon after, “And to think we only met a few hours ago too, not that I’m complaining.”