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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2020-07-09 07:55 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2020-07-09 07:55 pm
Entry tags:
Everything is Permitted
Main Points:
Arrow/Assassin's Creed; this is separate from the other Arrow/Assassin's Creed 'verse
Summary: Ollie talks things over with his team. (Tommy does not actually appear in the fic; he is the topic of conversation.)
Word Count: 477
Rating: Teen
“All clear,” she tells them over the speakers, sounding very relieved.
“You know, just because you didn’t want it said doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have appreciated a ‘you were right all along, Digg,’” John says the instant they see Tommy exit the club on the camera.
“Digg. You’re here.” Oliver doesn’t actually sound surprised.
“You invited a Templar down to your secret lair. Forgive me for being a little more paranoid about the whole affair than you seem to be.” He pauses. “That was risky.”
“Not inviting him would have been riskier.” Ollie counters. “Tommy listens to his heart like his mother, and he knows something’s wrong. He wouldn’t have lost his temper quite that badly otherwise. I have him thinking now.”
“But did you really have to bring him here? And by here, I mean the location that I’m technically only electronically present, because I’m not with the two of you. Obviously.” Felicity shuts up, probably embarrassed again.
“I wanted somewhere where both of us felt safe that wouldn’t be bugged or have eavesdroppers and that he wouldn’t be tempted to call down the Templars for my own good. And I only had a limited amount of time to find that location. I couldn’t take too long, let him make too many assumptions.” He sighs. “Just in case, the two of you should stay away for a little while.”
“I can run everything remotely. But you’re taking it easy because you got hurt and it helps to lay low, and also were you flirting with Tommy? Because it seemed like you were flirting with Tommy, and I’m lucky enough that I recorded that, um, not that I’m going to watch it again. Because I am single. And shutting up.”
Ollie looks very uncomfortable. “Are you sure you want me to talk about it?’
“I’m worried about you and want you to talk about it, because you barely talk about anything ever.” Felicity’s using her puppy eyes at the camera, and Oliver sighs, sitting down with a slight groan.
“We don’t choose who we fall in love with.” Fidget. “He’s my best friend.” Oliver’s jaw tightens. “Despite everything, he’s still my best friend. I…I started thinking about him when we were teenagers, but I…” He sighs. “I wasn’t brave enough to say anything, even to admit to myself, and I couldn’t jeopardize…” He makes a face. “Well, I’ve never been good at any type of relationship. I didn’t want to lose him. And now he’s a Templar.”
“We hadn’t noticed.” Digg’s sarcasm is cutting.
“I still have to navigate being his friend, especially with…” he puts his head in his hands. “My life is a mess.”
“At least you have friends. And ice cream,” Felicity points out brightly, and that at least earns a smile.
Arrow/Assassin's Creed; this is separate from the other Arrow/Assassin's Creed 'verse
Summary: Ollie talks things over with his team. (Tommy does not actually appear in the fic; he is the topic of conversation.)
Word Count: 477
Rating: Teen
Oliver uses the bug detector Felicity had prepared, walking around the room.
“All clear,” she tells them over the speakers, sounding very relieved.
“You know, just because you didn’t want it said doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have appreciated a ‘you were right all along, Digg,’” John says the instant they see Tommy exit the club on the camera.
“Digg. You’re here.” Oliver doesn’t actually sound surprised.
“You invited a Templar down to your secret lair. Forgive me for being a little more paranoid about the whole affair than you seem to be.” He pauses. “That was risky.”
“Not inviting him would have been riskier.” Ollie counters. “Tommy listens to his heart like his mother, and he knows something’s wrong. He wouldn’t have lost his temper quite that badly otherwise. I have him thinking now.”
“But did you really have to bring him here? And by here, I mean the location that I’m technically only electronically present, because I’m not with the two of you. Obviously.” Felicity shuts up, probably embarrassed again.
“I wanted somewhere where both of us felt safe that wouldn’t be bugged or have eavesdroppers and that he wouldn’t be tempted to call down the Templars for my own good. And I only had a limited amount of time to find that location. I couldn’t take too long, let him make too many assumptions.” He sighs. “Just in case, the two of you should stay away for a little while.”
“I can run everything remotely. But you’re taking it easy because you got hurt and it helps to lay low, and also were you flirting with Tommy? Because it seemed like you were flirting with Tommy, and I’m lucky enough that I recorded that, um, not that I’m going to watch it again. Because I am single. And shutting up.”
Ollie looks very uncomfortable. “Are you sure you want me to talk about it?’
“I’m worried about you and want you to talk about it, because you barely talk about anything ever.” Felicity’s using her puppy eyes at the camera, and Oliver sighs, sitting down with a slight groan.
“We don’t choose who we fall in love with.” Fidget. “He’s my best friend.” Oliver’s jaw tightens. “Despite everything, he’s still my best friend. I…I started thinking about him when we were teenagers, but I…” He sighs. “I wasn’t brave enough to say anything, even to admit to myself, and I couldn’t jeopardize…” He makes a face. “Well, I’ve never been good at any type of relationship. I didn’t want to lose him. And now he’s a Templar.”
“We hadn’t noticed.” Digg’s sarcasm is cutting.
“I still have to navigate being his friend, especially with…” he puts his head in his hands. “My life is a mess.”
“At least you have friends. And ice cream,” Felicity points out brightly, and that at least earns a smile.