DISCLAIMER: The Arrow characters are the property of Warner Brothers Television, Berlanti Television, and DC Comics Studios. The story
contents are the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2013 by
Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
Failing
by Djinn
Oliver
watches from the shadows as Laurel and her father get into a police cruiser and
drive away. He wanted to carry
Tommy out to her, knew he should, but with her father there, he couldnÕt risk
it. Keeping his identity hidden is
easier when heÕs moving fast and shooting arrows, not when heÕs delivering the
corpse of his best friend. Of the
man who loved Laurel.
Did
Laurel love Tommy?
He
closes his eyes but he can still hear the aftermath of the destruction around
him. He can smell smoke, and dust
fills his nose, almost coats his tongue.
Merlyn
could do this? To
avenge one woman? This much damage?
Merlyn
did do this. Because
Oliver failed to stop him.
His
phone vibrates gently and he looks down, sees that itÕs Felicity. ÒAre you all right?Ó
ÒI
am. ItÕs sort of a mess in
here—dust everywhere, which is so not good for my equipment. But nothing major has collapsed and I
ran up the stairs a couple of times to make sure they werenÕt going to fall
down and trap us in the lair. The
front door still opens and, more importantly IÕm sure to you, still shuts and
locks. Doors can get out of square,
you know, after an earthquake. I
have a cousin in L.A and she says—Ó Felicity does the abrupt stop
that says she knows sheÕs talking too much. ÒAnyway, IÕm here and scared but
fine. No you and no Diggle, though.Ó
ÒDigÕs
in the hospital. He was stabbed.Ó
ÒHeÕs...heÕs
okay, though?Ó
Oliver
can hear a difference in her voice from when he first met her. This is a woman who can ask if a man whoÕs
just been stabbed is okay. The old
Felicity would have still been stuck on a man being stabbed. ÒHe will be. He needs to be there a few days. I called Carly.Ó
ÒGood.Ó She sighs. ÒIÕm not going to go back to my
apartment tonight. ItÕs too crazy out
there on the streets. Are you
coming back here?Ó
ÒI
have a few stops to make first.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó She cuts the connection. She never used to do that. Rambled on and on before suddenly
saying, ÒOkay, byeÓ when she realized she was talking too much again. But now she cuts the line when they are
done; she knows he has things to do.
He
calls TheaÕs phone, gets voicemail, and tries
again. She picks up and says, ÒIÕm
trying to drive, Ollie.Ó
ÒDrive
where?Ó
ÒOut
of the Glades. But no one is
moving. Massive
gridlock thanks to your best friendÕs evil dad. Did we know he was evil? Is Tommy evil?Ó She laughs in a way that tells him she
doesnÕt really find this funny.
ÒAnd here I thought Mom and Malcolm were just having an affair.Ó
He
wants to tell her TommyÕs dead, but thereÕs no way Oliver Queen can know that
yet, only the Hood can, and even though TheaÕs
boyfriend is eager as hell to meet the Hood, Oliver doesnÕt think Thea would be overly pleased to find out her big bro is the
vigilante.
HeÕs
already changed too much for her liking as it is some
days.
ÒAre
you safe, Thea?Ó
ÒIÕm
fine, Ollie. IÕve got the doors
locked and plenty of gas, and I have a tire iron sitting next to me.Ó
ÒWhy
donÕt you have Roy sitting next to you?
I assume thatÕs why you are in the Glades?Ó
ÒHe
was with me. He wanted to help some
people on a bus, but he said he couldnÕt do that and worry about me. So he sent me away.Ó
Roy
did that? Maybe the kid has more
promise than Oliver initially thought.
ÒIÕve
got to check on Mom and Laurel, Thea. You call me if you need me, all right?Ó
ÒI
will. And donÕt bother checking on
Mom. She was arrested.Ó
He
wonders if it makes him a bad son that he doesnÕt feel sorry for his
mother. Maybe jail will be good for
her. Make her see what an idiot
sheÕs been. She can say she did
what she did for him and Thea, but he doesnÕt believe
her, not completely. His mother has
enjoyed being in power. He has seen
that for himself: some part of her enjoyed it. If he hadnÕt staged his intervention
with Dig as the Hood, would she ever have come clean? Done the right thing?
ÒIÕve
got to go, Ollie. WeÕre moving
again.Ó
ÒBe
careful. Call if you need me.Ó
ÒWill
do. Bye.Ó
He
pulls out the phone he uses with Lance and calls him.
Lance
answers on the second ring. ÒYouÕre
alive.Ó
ÒI
am. There was a second
device—we didnÕt know.Ó
ÒI
sort of figured that one out on my own, thanks.Ó He sounds tired. Oliver knows the snideness
is just a part of who Lance is; although he thinks disappointment and heartache
color the sarcasm more than dislike for him at this point. ÒDo you want something? I have to get my daughter to the
hospital.Ó
ÒNo. Do that.Ó
He
will have Felicity find out what hospital.
In the meantime, he rides around on his bike, looking for people to
help. There are a distressing
number of options for who to choose.
By
the time he finds the bus Roy is working at, most of the helping is done. People are sitting on the curbs, and
normally Oliver would tell Roy to get them farther into the street so they donÕt get hit by any falling glass, but this is a part
of the Glades that isnÕt that built up.
TheyÕre safer on the curb than in the street.
Roy
looks over and sees him. ÒYou.Ó
ÒMe.Ó He gestures to the bike. ÒYou want a ride out of here? Got anywhere you need to be?Ó
He
remembers too late that he turned off his voice modifier when he was talking to
Thea.
What the hell did Lance hear, because the voice Roy is hearing is not
that of the Hood, but of Oliver Queen.
ÒYou,Ó
Roy says again, and there is a world of wonder in the tone. ÒSeriously? You?Ó
ÒShut
up.Ó How many people can know his
secret identity before itÕs not a secret anymore? ThereÕs the old saying that three can
keep a secret if two are dead. So
heÕs probably pretty well hosed at this point. He is about to hit the voice modifier
but decides thereÕs no point. This
boy wanted to meet him. Let him
meet him.
Maybe
he didnÕt turn the thing on for a reason?
ÒI
wonÕt tell Thea,Ó Roy says. ÒYou donÕt want her to know, do you?Ó
ÒNo. Now climb on the damn bike and shut the
hell up.Ó
The
traffic has thinned out and heÕs pretty sure Thea
will be home by now, so he heads for the house. They ride fast because he is eager to
get to the hospital to see Laurel, and he thinks Thea
is probably going nuts worrying about the boy holding so lightly behind
him. He thinks Roy is holding
lightly not because heÕs worried how it might look to be holding on to another
guy any tighter, but because he doesnÕt need to. His balance is impeccable; he leans just
right as they make a turn.
This
boy could learn. Is that what he
wants? To make a
difference by being like Oliver?
He
drops Roy off at the drive. ÒI
trust you can break in on your own?
No reason for the Hood to have the code to the gate, after all.Ó
Roy
grins. ÒI can.Ó Then the grin fades. ÒIÕve been wanting to talk to you. You knew that and you were an asshole
the other day.Ó
ÒNo,
I am an asshole. ItÕs not a temporary thing.Ó
RoyÕs
expression doesnÕt change. ÒCan we
talk?Ó
ÒWeÕll
see. Keeping my secret will be a
good start to convincing me I want to have anything to do with you other than
socially, since youÕre seeing my sister.Ó
ÒI
will. IÕm good at keeping secrets.Ó
Oliver
wonders what this kid has seen in his life. Life can be hard in the Glades. ÒDo you love my sister?Ó
ÒI
do.Ó No hesitation. Good. Thea deserves
that.
ÒBe
good to her or IÕll kill you.Ó
ÒYeah,
this isnÕt the kind of talk I had in mind.Ó Roy rolls his eyes and then he turns,
running lightly until he gets to the gate, and he jumps, finding foot- and
handholds on the bars, and then is over, landing lightly. ÒAnd I have skills, in case you havenÕt
noticed.Ó
ÒKeeping
your mouth shut is the only skill I care about at the moment.Ó
ÒSee
you around, Arrow.Ó
ÒThatÕs
a stupid name.Ó
ÒSo
is the Hood. And the Vigilante
isnÕt much better. Do you have a
name you prefer?Ó
ÒJust
donÕt call me anything. Now go see
my sister. I can hear your phone ringing and thatÕs probably her.Ó
Roy
picks up his phone and grins when he says, ÒIÕm at your house. IÕll be right up.Ó He listens for a moment. ÒNo, IÕm already in. I sort of...well, you know me.Ó He laughs and itÕs a happy, boyish laugh
Oliver is surprised he can make.
Thea is good for him.
ThatÕs real happiness in his expression.
Roy
smiles wider. ÒOkay, fine, meet me
halfway.Ó
Oliver
grins, turns the bike, and takes off, leaving Roy to his reunion. He drives to the edge of the city and
then pulls over and calls Felicity.
ÒYou still okay?Ó
ÒI
am. The waterÕs not safe to drink,
according to reports coming out on the cityÕs website, and IÕm thirsty. I boiled a bunch of water on the stove
in the club kitchen and filled some empty booze bottles—figured theyÕd be
safer than empty water bottles. No
one sucking on them, for one, or hopefully not—maybe your employees
routinely pass the bottle around. Ewww. IÕm going
to sanitize the outsides, thank God you believe in Purell. The insides should be fine—the
alcohol would sterilize, right?Ó
Her
chatter is like a little piece of normal.
ÒSounds right to me. The
water will taste...interesting.Ó
ÒTo
be honest, IÕve had enough interesting for one night.Ó She sighs. ÒDid you need something?Ó
ÒI
do. LaurelÕs been taken to the
hospital, and I need to know which one.Ó
ÒOkay. Hold on.Ó There is the sound of keys clacking and
then sheÕs back. ÒStarling
General.Ó
ÒI
donÕt know if sheÕll want to see me.
She almost died tonight.Ó
ÒBut
you got her out?Ó
ÒNo. Tommy did. HeÕs...Ó He canÕt say the word. Why the hell canÕt he say the word?
ÒTommyÕs
what?Ó
ÒHeÕs
dead.Ó There. ItÕs said. He wonÕt lie to Felicity the way he lied
to Tommy about not killing his father.
Felicity can take it. She
can take whatever he needs to tell her.
ItÕs
why heÕs glad sheÕs stuck around, even though she said she would be done once
Walter was found. It occurs to him
that his stupid idea that he could give up this dance was wrong. The city needs him in the hood now more
than ever.
He told Laurel she saw the real man inside. But that man doesnÕt exist when he has
the hood on. When heÕs in the
lair. That man only exists if heÕs
free.
He
was a fool.
He
loves Laurel more than anything, but he was crazy to let his heart get in the
way of what he had to do. If he
hadnÕt gone to her, would Tommy have been with her when it mattered? Would they have gotten out of CNRI
together? Alive. His two best friends.
He
frowns. Dig and Felicity are his
best friends now. Different kinds of best friends. They know the blackness in his soul and
stand by him anyway. Tommy was
repelled by it. OliverÕs not sure
what Laurel would do if she found out.
She thinks the Hood is a romantic figure—Oliver got that much out of her
during pillow talk last night. But
would the reality be the same? The
man who kills people—would he be romantic? Could she live with what he does?
He
pulls a change of clothes from the satchel on the back of his bike and slips
into the woods to change. Just
jeans and a t-shirt but itÕll turn him from the Hood to Oliver Queen. He stashes his bow and arrows in a
leather tube heÕs attached to the side of the bike. Then he wipes off the makeup around his
eyes, using the mirrors on the bike to check to make sure he got it all.
HeÕs
worked up several stories in case he ever doesnÕt get it all. They are all pretty stupid, so heÕs
trying to come up with more. Maybe
he should ask Felicity to help: sheÕs creative and knows way too much about
comics. Surely this comes up for
those heroes.
Hero. HeÕs not that. He only has to look out as he pulls back
onto the road and see the destruction that lies ahead. HeÕs not a hero.
He
gets to the hospital and hurries to admitting. They give him LaurelÕs room when he lies
and tells them heÕs her fiancŽ.
SheÕs being held overnight for observation, which is standard in this
kind of situation, the admitting nurse tells him, but the doctor doesnÕt think
thereÕs any damage other than bruises.
He
walks down the hall to her room, sees Lance sitting by the bed, and coughs
quietly.
Lance
gets up, and there is nothing in his eyes that say he noticed anything odd
during their phone call. Oliver
supposes the cell towers are jammed—connections have been scratchy all
night. Maybe heÕs fine. Safe.
Lance
puts his hand on his arm, pulling him away from the room. His grip is surprisingly gentle. His eyes are, too.
Was
the nurse wrong? Is Laurel
dying? Did Tommy not get to her soon
enough?
ÒOliver,
I need to tell you something about Tommy Merlyn.Ó
Oliver
feels a rush of relief. Then he
lets it go and tries to pretend heÕs just a normal rich guy finding out his
best friend has died.
ItÕs
surprisingly easy. As Lance tells
him how he had to restrain Laurel to keep her from going back into the
building, Oliver knows his distress is clear.
ÒIÕm
so sorry,Ó Lance says, and he actually sounds like he is. ÒI know my daughter loves you. I know IÕve been a real bastard about
you and her. I just want you to
know...well, maybe things arenÕt as black and white as I thought. Tonight...tonight changed a lot of
things for me.Ó There is something
in his expression that Oliver isnÕt sure how to read—maybe heÕs not so
safe. Although
Lance helped them. Lance
risked everything to help them.
ÒThank
you, sir.Ó
ÒGo
on in. SheÕs awake.Ó
Oliver
turns and walks into LaurelÕs room.
Her smile, usually so beautiful, is dim.
ÒHey,Ó
he says as he sits down where Lance was sitting. ÒHow are you?Ó
ÒIÕm
terrible. TommyÕs dead.Ó
He
looks down. ÒI know. Your dad just told me. But Tommy came for you. He was a hero.Ó
She
nods, then she laughs softly: it is a very bitter sound. ÒAs I lay under that piece of concrete,
I kept thinking that the Hood would rescue me. IsnÕt that stupid? Like IÕm his special project or
something.Ó She takes a deep
breath. ÒBut it was Tommy who came
for me. He loved me, Ollie. He told me that.Ó
ÒI
know he did.Ó
ÒI
loved him, too. What was I doing with
you if I loved him, too?Ó
He
feels as if sheÕs stabbed him. Is
this what she felt when she heard about Sarah going off with him on the
yacht? ÒWe were in love first,
Laurel. You and I...we have
something.Ó
ÒWhere
were you?Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒWhen
Tommy was rescuing me. Where were you?Ó
He
has a feeling that she will check anything he says. She has that look. ÒI was at the club.Ó
ÒThe
city was coming down around us and you were at the club?Ó
He
isnÕt sure how to answer, decides thereÕs nothing to say unless he wants to
tell her the real truth. And sheÕs
already disappointed in him and the Hood tonight. Will knowing he and the Hood are the
same person make things better or only much, much worse?
ÒI
thought you had changed. Were you
with a woman? That perky blonde who
clearly knows me when IÕve never seen her?Ó
ÒSheÕs
my IT girl. I...talk to her.Ó
ÒAbout
me?Ó
He
nods.
ÒShe
didnÕt have the look of just an IT girl.Ó
Laurel takes a deep breath and lets it go with a sigh. ÒOllie, IÕm tired. Can we...can we just forget last night
happened?Ó
ÒLaurel,
I can explain if you just give me time.Ó
He looks down because he realizes he canÕt explain, that heÕll never
explain to her. All the things he
wanted to tell her about the island, now they need to remain hidden. He tries another tack. ÒI canÕt forget it happened.Ó
ÒIÕm
tired. Can you get my dad?Ó
He
hears the part she didnÕt say: get
her dad and then leave. He nods and
stands up, leans over to try to kiss her forehead, but she turns her head so
his lips land on her hair over her ear.
ÒI love you,Ó he murmurs.
She
does not say it back.
He
walks out, gestures to Lance who now has a cup of coffee in his hand. ÒShe wants you.Ó Then he turns and walks out, gets to his
bike somehow, drives fast—too fast given the state of the roads—to
the club, and gets his gear and practically runs into the lair.
Felicity
is standing up, a knife in her hand.
ÒOh, God, itÕs you. You never
come in that way. YouÕre usually
all stealthy.Ó She stops and looks
at him—really looks at
him. ÒWhat is it?Ó
He
shakes his head, but he can feel tears—God how he hates crying. It reminds him of the boy he was before
the island. Weakness, thatÕs all
tears are. ÒWe failed this city,
Felicity.Ó
ÒAre
you going to put an arrow through my heart? And if you do, who will put one through
yours?Ó
He
doesnÕt tell her Laurel already did.
She
walks over, reaches behind him and lays her hand gently on the back of his
head, then pulls until his forehead is pressed up against her own. ÒIÕve had a lot of time to think about
this. Yes, we failed. But we saved a good part of the
Glades. Even if weÕd known about
the second device, who would we have sent to stop it?Ó
Roy,
he thinks. He could have sent
Roy. But he wouldnÕt have thought
that a few hours ago. So, sheÕs
right.
ItÕs
nice, standing here like this, she is warm and she doesnÕt judge. He puts his arms around her and says,
ÒHow do we make this right?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó Her voice is
broken. She hugs him, squeezes
hard, and he groans. She pulls away
enough to really study him, sees where the wound is, that heÕs packed it with
some gauze he keeps in the satchel, that itÕs bleeding
through. ÒOliver. Did Merlyn do this to you?Ó
He
starts to laugh. ÒI did this to
me. To get Merlyn.Ó
ÒMy
God.Ó Her voice holds both shock
and approval. ÒHeÕs dead?Ó
He
nods.
ÒGood. Come on. LetÕs get you patched up. ItÕs a shame IÕll never be able to put all
this field medic experience on my resume.
Would really add to my extracurriculars if I
ever need a job thatÕs not at your company.Ó She grins, and he feels himself settle
down. As she works, she tells him
about whatÕs broken or nearly so in the lair. Then she meets his eyes and says, ÒHow
is Laurel?Ó
ÒPhysically,
sheÕll be fine.Ó
ÒYouÕre
not saying a lot with that answer.Ó
ÒI
slept with her last night.Ó
ÒI
know. I could tell thatÕs where you
were going. You were so...happy at
the idea of hanging up your hood.Ó
She rubs his arm gently.
ÒWas it everything you hoped for?Ó
He
nods. ÒBut now she hates me. I canÕt tell her the truth, and if I
donÕt, then the only story I can give is that I was here, at the club, with
you. She thinks youÕre my girlfriend
on the side.Ó
ÒDo
you want me to talk to her?Ó
ÒYou
would do that?Ó
ÒAt
great length, with probably many uncomfortable pauses, and she would ultimately
decide IÕm a blithering idiot.Ó
Felicity smiles, her beautiful smile. So different than LaurelÕs. Laurel always looks like life is about
to turn tragic at any moment, even when sheÕs happy. Felicity embraces the good, even when
she spends so much time in this cesspool his life has become.
ÒDonÕt
talk to her. It wonÕt help.Ó He pulls her back into a hug, rests his
head on her shoulder. ÒMy friend is
dead. My mother is in jail. The Glades have descended into chaos.Ó
ÒBut
youÕre alive. And you can
help.Ó She rubs his back. ÒAnd IÕll help you. And so will Dig
when he gets out of the hospital.Ó
He
thinks of Roy. ÒAnd we may have a
new recruit. IÕm still assessing
him.Ó
She
pulls back and gives him a stern look.
ÒHim? Bit low on estrogen
around here, dontcha think?Ó
ÒOh,
like you donÕt dig being the only woman in the secret lair.Ó
She
grins. ÒI really, really do.Ó She touches his cheek, and he leans into
her hand. ÒItÕll be all right. WeÕll make it all right.Ó
He
nods slowly. He even musters up a
small, tight smile.
But
he isnÕt sure he believes her.
FIN