Trust Issues (An ARROW fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It's night.A hooded oliver makes his way up the illuminated tower. He creeps quietly trying not to disturb an already paranoid Roy Harper. I mean if he couldn't trust them or atleast him who could he trust.

With his arrow aimed high for any surprises. He finds Roy faced to the window. Red hoodie draped above his head. hands in pocket.

"Roy". he lowers his weapon. "We need to talk about the other night, i don't know what was going through your head. Let me know".

"Oliver!" Diggle yells on the blu-tooth.

"What?" He taps the blu-tooth.

"Roy just escaped out of the back of the building, I'm chasing him on foot".

"What?"

"I just told-" he yanks out the blu-tooth. He aggressively grabs the decoy, and Sin pops out.

"Sorry he-"

"Where is he ". Oliver screams his deadly arrow voice at the teenage girl.

She shakes terrified. "He said he was on his way to Verdant".

Oliver runs down the stairs. He quickly turns on the blu tooth. "Felicity Roys on his way, whatever you do don't let him leave."

"He's already here".

Diggle traces back around to pick up Oliver and they speed to Verdant.

They find a Roy handcuffed to a pipe, sitting on the ground.

"Way to go Felicity."

Roy looks down as they enter.

'How you doing Roy".

"Look Oliver."

Oliver yanks him up, furious, slamming him up against the concrete wall. "Why'd you do it Roy, what aren't you telling me?"

"Oliver calm down, man." Diggle grabs on to Oliver.

He lets go and Roy slides to the ground. "We need answers."

"I know", Roy holds his head.

"I'm sorry i was gonna tell you Oliver, i swear i just".

He looks down at his hands and notices there's a little bit of blood there. Everyone else notices to. and his wrist bleeds to now,

"Come on Roy." Diggle unhooks his wrist. "Let me get a look at that. ".

"We are not done".

"Oliver you have to calm down. You just hurt Roy. Let me patch him up and we will come back.

"No he's-"

"Oliver!" Felicity barks.

He turns his head in her direction. She literally jumps from the cold stare from his eyes, immediately she regrets it.

"At the terrible expense of being arrowed, you need to relax". She states putting her foot down/

"I am relaxed". He slammed his quiver down.

"No your not. You didn't even give him a chance to speak, you just started to interrogate him. Bashing his head into the concrete Roy is our friend. Our teammate have you forgotten that?'

"Teammates don't let other teammates get hurt by an enemy. Teammates don't keep secrets". At that moment he wish he could take it back. He knew what was coming next. There it was again hypocrisy at its finest.

"And how many times have you lied to us. Or keep us out of the loop." He dropped his head down.

"That's different, and you know it."

"How so? "

"I do it to protect-"

"The ones you love i get it. How do you know Roy wasn't doing the same thing as you, you know he does care about you. He is not Slade Wilson.You and him have to learn that sometimes keeping a secret can hurt alot worst then just telling the truth. Or did you learn nothing from you mom and thea. She walks away hoping to help tend with Roy..

Some time pasess and Roy comes out of the bathroom with Diggle. Oliver is sitting down in his chair. Hands on his head.

Nobody speaks not to sure of what to say. They needed Oliver to calm down. Because talking to an angry Oliver Queen was good for noone.

Roy walks up to oliver, though he stands a few feet away.

"Look oliver I,-"

"Come on Roy". He walks into the training mat and Roy follows. His head held high.

Felicity and Diggle are about to say something but Oliver assures them it'll be okay. Diggle understands and nod's. Felicity points an index finger in Oliver's face before exiting, warning him.

He nods too, a little scared of the nerdy blond.

Roy's a little Jumpy not sure of what to expect from him mentor, guessing a hard training session is in the works.

They remove their shirts a normal routine leading up to training.

Oliver picks up a bamboo stick and tosses one at him. Roy moves quickly and swiftly defending himself as a large crackle of sticks coming together throws them into motion.