Sorry I couldn’t get to all my replies tonight,
the weekdays are kind of hectic. They’re all
drafted though and will be out as soon as
possible. But that’s all for now, I’ll be back
tomorrow either before or after The Flash.
Before answering his question, Malcolm walked forward, closing the space between himself and his son, and pulling him into a hug. He had never been much of a hugging person throughout Tommy’s childhood, just as he hadn’t been much of a father, but right now he felt that a hug was in order. He had nearly lost Tommy for good (his own fault, though he didn’t want to admit it), and now he was getting another chance with him. Despite everything that he was currently facing, it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
He clapped Tommy on the back before pulling back and smiling at him. “We can do whatever you want,” he answered. “I do want to train you - you need to be able to defend yourself, just in case - but we don’t have to start right away.”
Hugs were sparingly made between them, the feeling a mixture of two different things entirely. Tommy held so much anger towards him for a long time, the neglect that severed them had never truly been mended. Glazed over perhaps, a makeshift fix at best. The circumstances were different, he was brought back from the dead and Malcolm was the only person he had, everyone still believing the worst. It took a moment but he eventually felt less tense, the part of him wanting to repair things growing, yet not completely able to break free. They were able to get along, it just took a lot of effort.
A small smile came to his features once they separated, a rare thing when arguments typically surrounded their meetings. “What kind of training do you mean?” Tommy questioned, brows furrowing. “I know the League is after you, but I’m assuming you can’t avoid them forever.” It was a weary subject, something he needed to tread over carefully. Malcolm was the Dark Archer, a fact he couldn’t easily forget.
Why had Oliver said anything? It should’ve been a secret that went down with him like every other one he hadn’t told Tommy before he died. There was too much going on in his mind at the moment to respond clearly to his best friend. Could he call him his best friend anymore? Was that even a title that the man had earned to call Tommy? Or had it been revoked the moment the secret slipped past his lips? “Tommy…I’m sorry.” He knew the apology would mean nothing to the man who felt betrayed right now. But yet, it was better to be said then kept in silence. “I was young and stupid. I should’ve said something to you but there was a high possibility that you could’ve been killed. That’s not something I wanted!”
After his outburst, there silence in the room. A silence that was as deafening as the words he’d just spoken. A hand was pressed into his face as he waited for Tommy to say something else. However, when he did hear what Tommy said, the flat hand turned into a fist that landed on the table. “Do you have any idea of what that did to me? I had to tell you I was dead.” Pausing for a moment, Oliver tried to collect himself. “I know apologizing isn’t going to cover for what I did. If you don’t want to talk to me again, I don’t blame you. But know this: I’ve regretted not showing you my face every day since then.”
Secrets shouldn’t be the foundation of a friendship that lasted their whole lives. It was suffocating, always being put at arm’s length for protection or otherwise. Lies built up so easily, flowed from sentence to sentence, each one a hazy version of the truth. It was more painful than any physical altercation, not matter how harsh and heated they became. Then he apologized, which caused Tommy to pause until Oliver’s outburst subsided. “Everyone always says they lie to protect me,” he muttered unable to get his voice higher at the moment. He shook his head, the motion barely noticeable. “If you told me, maybe I could have done something. Figured out a way to get you back home.” The truth is there was no right answer, no way of knowing what would have happened.
There were far too many what ifs, too many conflicts they could throw back at one another. He drew his hand back up and pressed his fingers against his temple. They were both bordering the line between anger and grief. They were once so close, so near after being separated for years. “And I had to accept it all over again, which was the hardest thing I ever had to do,” Tommy replied, allowing his aggravation to simmer down. At his next words, a sigh escaped, his friend’s regret clearly marked in his response. “We both did things we’re not proud of. I can be angry all I want, but that doesn’t solve anything. I don’t want to be mad at you.”
"I don’t feel like there will be enough time," she pulled back from him to wipe t her face. She looked at him, nodding her head, "Laurel was trying to not be rash, it was hard, very hard. She offered a weak smile, than stepped away, but her hand, even if it was still covered in dry blood, took his.
Despite the dried blood coating her hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers. “There will be. We’re not going to stop looking for the person who killed Sara,” he told her, keeping his voice at a soft level. Tommy knew Oliver wouldn’t give up, which would be both a good and bad thing. No one thought properly when death lingered over them.
We’re gonna play a new game called Top 10 TV shows, because there’s one for films. Write down your top shows and then tag at least 10 friends to do the same.
Tagged by reyalpelor
In no particular order:
2. The Flash
3. Gossip Girl
4. Once Upon A Time
6. Criminal Minds
10. The Tomorrow People
"I’m listening," she joked lightly, "I really want to know now cause the kiss was good, but just bad timing since Oliver showed up the next day to get back together." It was off and on with Oliver since high school, once they got into college is when they got serous or at least she was. "When was the first time you fell in love with me?"
“You are absolutely no fun at all, Laurel,” Tommy jokingly scoffed before giving in. “It was actually while you two were together, which is why I never said anything. One day after school, we were hanging out at your place, you known when you dad wasn’t home to kick me out. We were just sitting there talking about the most random things. I just remember thinking, being with you was different. You made me feel something I’ve never felt before.”
"Golf course," she said automatically it was the favorite place of hers, the stars were easier to see, plus the guard at the club never traveled that far cause they were lazy and it was just a quiet place to go and relax, drink at times, and Laurel had sex a few times there years ago.
She slid a hand into his arm, the pair was leaving the club, she looked up at him, frowning a little, he looked tired, “how was your trip?” she asked him, wondering if that was what it was about He had told her he needed to do something, the message was vague, but normally was on voice mail.
As they stepped into the parking lot, she looked around, no idea what he just got, so she hit the alarm and a 2009 Porsche 911 beeped, Laurel’s eyes bugged out. “Damn,” she muttered, but walked over to the car and her hand touched it, damn it she wished this was her car.
Unlocking the doors, she slid in and adjusted the seat for her since she was tinier than Tommy. She put on the seat belt, look a moment to enjoy the car, the leather, and started it up, the purr was heavenly. “Don’t get mad if I start speeding,”
“Golf course it is,” Tommy commented. So much was going on lately he couldn’t even remember the last time he had been to one. After having two glasses of alcohol in his system, his memories were a bit hazy, maybe purposely blocked out as well. He had a tendency of pushing things aside, too often perhaps.
When she asked about the tip, he grew quiet for a moment. “That’s actually what’s been bothering me, the reason I went and what happened while I was there,” Tommy replied, his tone flushed in hesitancy. “I’ll tell you more when we get there.” He didn’t want to dive into the topic right now, not as they walked.
A brief grin, lasting the length of a single breath, escaped at her hushed remark. His dad might have a collection of cars in the garage, but he was rather proud of the one he just bought. Of course, Malcolm wasn’t all that pleased but the argument festering between them dissolved the moment he got a call from the office.
Sitting in on the passenger side for once, Tommy reclined in the seat. “Speed away. I’ll only get mad if you crash.” He and Oliver used to intentionally get speeding tickets, one of the many reckless things they did growing up.
She laughed, “what are you willing to give up, ” she said, “Come on Tommy, give me something precious to you.” Laurel was in a good mood, being flirty and laughing, honestly they both could use some time away.
“Oh, because taking time off work and going on vacation is such a sacrifice,” Tommy teased. He shook his head jokingly and thought about it for a moment. “How about if you win, I’ll get off my lazy ass and do some chores. I know how much you hate doing laundry.”
"I know," Thea said, looking up to give Tommy a weak smile even though he eyes were on the road. The amount that happened in the last two hours was overwhelming. To keep her mind from wondering to corners it didn’t want to, Thea just tried to concentrate on how, at least for the next few hours, she was safe from Merlyn. "Thanks for, you know, stopping me before I could… Merlyn." She wasn’t sure how to properly form her response, but she hoped Tommy understood her meaning. "I’m sorry you have me to deal with now."
Tommy knew the way his dad was, the picture completed the night of the Undertaking. There was more anger embedded than he realized when he was younger and a resolve burning in high intensity. He simply couldn’t let Malcolm take her away, not when she had no idea what he was really like. A small smile broke free from her reply. “You don’t need to thank me, but you’re welcome.” His lips thinned to an even line while his eyes fell on the girl. “You’re acting like that’s a bad thing. You were a sister to me even before I knew the truth. I care about you, so don’t think for once, now or in the past, that you were ever a bother to me.”
Tall buildings capsized beyond the city horizon, inching closer as the bus travelled down the road. The structures soon overtook the sky, collectively concealing and creating walls as the wheels came to a halt in front of a smaller, enclosed section where those sightseeing in Starling crowded around.
Shawn stepped onto the street, running his hand through his hair as a wind tore through the area. He caught sight of his best friend and pulled him back. “Cory, I need a favor,” he started with expectation strung in his voice.
He turned back, a slight nod offered when hanging back from the group. “That depends, what kind of favor?”
“You know I don’t care about this whole museum fieldtrip thing and without Angela here I’ll just be a third wheel to you and Topanga again. So, I was hoping you could cover for me while I take a look around the city?” His girlfriend happen come across sickness and couldn’t make it, which greatly disappointed him. She was the only reason he was looking forward to the long trip.
“I’m pretty sure Mr. Turner is going to realize you’re not here,” Cory replied, raising his hand for role call. “But why go off when we could simply stay like you’re supposed to?”
“Come on, you haven’t heard? They say that there’s some vigilante out on the streets taking people out. It’s like one of those comic book heroes. I want to try to get the chance to at least see him. Besides, I’ve never been to a city before and you know me, I want to take a look around,” he replied, peering down the street, deciding which way to go.
He shook his head. “I do know you and you’ll find trouble. I’m pretty sure that’s a bad idea.”
“Well, it’s no fun always following the rules. Just cover for me with Jon and I’ll be back before the bus leaves. And since I know you’ll agree, please come up with something believable this time.” His friend’s typical excuses always fell short. It wasn’t particularly easy to fool teachers who knew their routine.
Cory sighed, aware of how this would play out regardless of his failing persuasion to stay in line. “Turner doesn’t believe anything I say concerning you and your disappearing acts.”
“So, you’ll do it?” he asked, inching back a step.
“Of course,” he said, tossing his hands in the air, giving up. “Be back in time though.”
“Thanks, Cor, I owe you.” As the class entered the building, he split up and took off into the city, knowing the area called the Glades was a good place to start.
Although early in the afternoon, Tommy headed towards Verdant. His steps leisurely taken in some hope to avoid meeting up with Oliver, if he happened to change it up and be on the ground floor of the club rather than underneath. It has been a few days, maybe a week since his friend’s secret became known to him, the words shared between them still reeling in his mind despite the desperate want to banish them to the back.
For the past several minutes, he felt the vibration of his cell and being somewhat aggravated let it go to voicemail right away. There were only a couple of people who could be calling. And if it so happened to be Laurel, who was most likely at CNRI keeping busy with the latest case, he’d have to apologize yet again for avoiding her. It wasn’t his intention in the slightest, but the position he found himself in was taking much of his focus away.
Tommy noticed the school bus, clearly not belonging to Starling, drive past and stop not all that far from his location. The museum was most likely their destination, the building constantly drawing tourists and citizens to its doors daily. Paying no mind to the group of kids crowding together, he kept his pace at the same level.
Although not in the mood to check up with bookkeeping or count inventory, he hoped the tasks would help speed up the day. At some point Oliver was sure to resurface and dialog would be exchanged but Tommy didn’t have much to say. Trust was broken and the mere idea of his friend being a murderer only made the need for space grow. That kind of information took time to settle.
Once at the doors, he noticed they were yet to be unlocked. Leading him to believe Oliver and the others joining him in his crusade to help the city, even though Tommy didn’t quite see it that way, had used the back entrance.
With a sigh, drew from both tiredness and a miniscule amount of edginess, the entrance was open. Glad to see the place empty, if not a tad messy from last night, Tommy walked further inside doing his best to ignore what was going on below his feet.