Jealousy Aftermath

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Arrow/Assassin's Creed
Summary: Ollie and Tommy go on a date.  Their dates never quite go as planned.
Word Count: 330
Rating: Gen

         Tommy wakes up slowly and finally Oliver’s face comes into focus, bent above him.  The world keeps flickering to greyscale and back, but the green of the Hood is a reassuring fixture, something to focus on.  It takes him a few moments to realize the pillow beneath his leg is actually his boyfriend’s thigh, and the pressure on his forehead is a hand trailing through his hair.  The thought of how he’d managed to miss Ollie’s crush occurs to him, because the instant he sees Tommy’s awake, a giant smile appears.  He doesn’t smile like that with just anyone, not even Thea, and he loves Thea a lot.
         But then, for a stoic, seemingly uncaring man, he’s got a heart too big for the city.
         “How are you feeling?” he asks softly, gently, massaging Tommy’s forehead now.
         “I have a slight headache still, but otherwise I’m fine.”  And his vision will not stop flickering into Eagle Vision, but it doesn’t hurt as badly, but he’s not going to say that out loud when he doesn’t know where he is and who’s around.
         “I hate to ask, but…is she trustworthy?” Oliver continues, motioning in a direction with his head, and Tommy glances over to see—oh yeah, the museum curator.  She’s crumpled on the floor, like she hasn’t moved since she fell.  She smiles nervously and waves.  As he glances over, his vision flickers again.
         “She’s blue.  Oliver, why is she on the floor?” Tommy asks, suspicion slowly dawning.
         “Tommy…” Ollie sounds a little embarrassed.
         “Oliver Jonas Queen.  What did you do?”  He moves his head a little so he can more easily stare into his guilty boyfriend’s eyes.
         Who fidgets a little under the stare.  “I overreacted to my unwarranted jealousy and your collapsing.  I already apologized.” 
         Tommy glances over at Cayla Mondadori, who shrugs, a smile plaing around her lips.  “Close enough.”
         He glances back at Queen, who’s still fidgety.  “You’re still in trouble.”
         “I figured,” the vigilante sighs.