Turn A Blind Eye (Barry Allen/Oliver Queen)

Never Piss Off The Arrow

"You never told me Barry was blinded!" Oliver hissed into his phone quietly, trying to not alert anyone. Felcity was on the receiving end; her eyes widened in shock.

"Barry's blind?" Felicity had no idea about Barry's health, only that he had woken up. "I had no clue."

There was a long pause from the two. Felicity grasping the situation and Olivertrying to think of something to say. He felt his shoulder being tapped.

"Yes?" He asked, impatiently, turning around to look behind him. No one was there. Oliver turned to face the same direction he was before when Barry appeared an instant later.

"Ahh!" Oliver nearly dropped his phone onto the concrete below. Barry began to move around the room with his super speed. "Felicity, I'm going to have to call you back."

Oliver didn't hear Felicity protesting on the other end of the line, cutting her off midway through asking if anything was wrong.

"Isn't this awesome?" Barry asked, stopping near a wall. He touched it before he leaned back to make sure his back would hit the surface.

"When did you find out about this?" Oliver shoved his phone into his back pocket, whilst beginning to walk closer to Barry.

"About two months ago. We haven't been testing it or anything." Barry shrugged, like it hadn't bothered him, but the whole blindness situation had affected him to every extent. The super speed coupled with it made himself feel worse. He could do so much with this power.

"How do you move around without bumping into anything?" Oliver hadn't seen Barry fall over much, he only touched some objects to know where he was.

"I've had to learn where everything is." Barry ended up walking closer to his friend. Oliver, absent minded and intrigued, took a step closer to Barry too. "Something that I guess could be a blessing in disguise was that I was blind when I got here."

"I wish I had known when you woke up," Oliver said sincerely. Barry's head rolled around, hurt written all over his face. "I missed you, Barry."

"Really?" Part of Oliver had wanted to make his friend confused, for a reason that was foreign to him.

"Yeah," Oliver cleared his throat. "We all did, especially Felicity. That girl can't shut up about your smile." Barry smiled, his face felt warmer. But that had started from when Oliver stated he missed Barry.

"When you speak with her next, can you tell Felicity I said 'Hello'?" Barry wanted to change the subject, just to bring the heat from his face down.

"I will, don't worry about that." Oliver turned around, hearing soft footsteps from behind him.

"Barry, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with Oliver." It was Caitlin who was speaking, her voice sounding happier than it had been over the past weeks before.

"Go ahead, we can talk later." Oliver was reluctant to leave, but followed Caitlin out nonetheless. She walked them to her office where stacks of paperwork piled on her small desk, a workbench in the corner was scattered with papers and the X-Rays of Barry still hung on the light screen.

"Oliver, I need your help." Caitlin sat down in her chair, rolling over to the workbench. Oliver fell in behind her, glancing at some of the pieces of paper.

"What with?" Caitlin scanned the pages before her, piling some together in her hands. She pointed out several findings on a couple of sheets.

"Someone has used one of my formulas to affect Barry's vision." She let Oliver read about the findings. "I don't have any of the resources to create my version."

"Just so we're clear; I'm doing this for Barry." Sweet, kind, young Barry. "Helping my friend."

"Our friend." Caitlyn corrected, noticing Oliver's right lip corner twitch slightly at the mention of Barry's name. What was with that?

"Whatever," Oliver mumbled, walking from the room abruptly. Caitlin knew how Oliver was, Barry hadn't shied away from saying that Oliver wasn't like how he acted in the media. Apparently Oliver didn't know that she knew that, or maybe he didn't like spending money on things he thought might have been useless. Perhaps that's why he agreed to help?

"I'll send this over to Felicity, then." Caitlin replied to her own thoughts. At least she had copies on her computer, so it wasn't a lot of trouble.

Barry was speaking with Dr Wells by the time Oliver had found him. Dr Wells didn't look too happy at the interruption from Oliver, but excused himself politely, anyway. Oliver put an arm around Barry's shoulder, lightly pushing the younger man forward.

"You up for some dinner soon?" Barry looked very confused; perfect.

"Yeah. It has been a while since I've been out of the lab."

"Good, but you better find something nicer to wear; Felicity insisted I spoil you since she can't be here." Barry laughed, Oliver made a mental note to have Barry laugh more.

"I'll have Caitlin pick out my clothes." Barry leaned closer to Oliver to whisper to him. "Secretly, she always wants to pick out my clothes." Now Oliver laughed. He did pick out his clothes, but Thea and Felcitiy had always tried to pick out something they deemed 'Nicer' than the usual shirts Oliver would wear.

A.N. I just thought this would get the ship sailing (you know what one I mean ;)). Hope you all liked this one, I wanted to update this today, I might try to daily for as long as I can. Let me know if there is anything specific you want to see, and I'll try to incorporate any ideas. Keep in mind, I have this at story on three different websites.