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// I may gripe about season 4 but one bit I adore is domestic!Oliver
“I would rather our son be disappointed by the truth than a lie,” Sara countered. Neither of them had been perfect parents, they’d both messed up countless times, and would no doubt continue to do so in the future. But this was the line in the sand. A giant lie had resulted in anger and resentment and hurt (most of which had been aimed in her direction because, by choice or not, she’d been complicit in telling it). It had resulted in death. So moving forward, while she knew there would be things they couldn’t give details about for the boys’ safety, they could not lie. Otherwise, what legs would they have to stand on when the boys started lying to them? What would they become if - as a family - no one trusted anyone else to tell the truth? No, it had to stop now, or the foundation of the Lance-Queen family was going to come crashing down for good.
“You can’t fix a lie with another lie, Oliver,” Sara replied. “There is a difference between making things age-appropriate, in bringing things down to Connor’s level, and pure fiction.” He then told her that Connor didn’t understand what happened and he absolutely didn’t understand what he said. He just knew about Heaven, and the statue, and that he went somewhere Connor couldn’t go. To which she responded, “I know that. But even knowing that, does it make you feel better? Because it doesn’t make me feel better in the slightest.”
Oliver took a breath before he spoke. "Let me see your hands, please," he asked gently, taking in what she said. With the lives they led, it was hard to find the line most of the time. It was harder to find when the person in questions was still in the single digits. What would be easy, or at least easier, to share with any of the members of the team was harder to explain to a teenager yet even worse to explain to a small child. Connor could grasp that there were doctors that could help others at ARGUS so, to Oliver, it was easier to explain that Diggle and the others at ARGUS couldn't heal Sara's scars than to explain that whatever healed him and allowed him to come back to their family couldn't intervene to help Sara. "With as much magic and everything around what happened to me, letting him think it was ARGUS seemed easier. He knows they have doctors there."
Then she asked if the rationalization for what Connor said made him feel any better. "Of course it doesn't. That...that's not something I ever want him to feel. And I don't think he does. He just...he just wants to be with his dad."
Send "Cut the bullshit." For your muse to call out my muse on a lie.
"I'm just trying to figure out what I've done wrong."
// my aunt is on episode 4x06 while I try to ignore it and play my game.....it is not going well
Barry: You stole data from the police?
Oliver: No...-smirk- The Flash did
Sara didn’t take Oliver’s hand, her own curled up into fists so tightly at her sides that they were starting to bleed. She didn’t go to him, didn’t speak until he reminded her that they had three minutes before Connor came back - and that was if they were lucky. “You shouldn’t have done that. I know that Connor is too young to understand everything. And telling him that you had to go to ARGUS so that Diggle and the team there could make sure you were all right, that was the right call and - more or less - the truth; we did, along with needing to know that you were actually you, need to know that you were okay. But now you’re letting him think that Diggle helped to heal your scars, that there is a chance that he can heal mine, and you know that’s not true. You lied to him. All you had to say was that was part of the deal, part of you getting to come back - your body was healed and you didn’t have to hurt anymore. Now he’s going to be disappointed when he finds out I can’t be healed, too. So fix it.”
A beat passed before she added, “Because our son is so confused, he is so hurt and so lost that he wants to die with you. That is what our five-year-old just uttered: he wants to die.” She couldn’t believe she heard it, she couldn’t believe she was saying it, and she couldn’t even begin to process it. She knew Connor didn’t truly understand the weight of his words, the meaning of them, but he’d said them nonetheless. That was the toll all of this had taken on him.
Her posture, the way she had her hands clenched, the faint hint of red he could see near her fingers. Oliver was braced and prepared for what might come his way after what Connor had said.
At least he thought he was.
The hand he'd offered her felt back to his side as he tried to fight against the anger those five words had flared back up. You shouldn't have done that. As if arguing over him trying to cook for their family or coming to check on him trying to get their youngest son dressed hadn't been enough. You shouldn't have done that. His jaw clenched as he tried to listen. "Either way, he would end up disappointed," whether it was from Diggle saying ARGUS couldn't heal Sara or from discovering Sara couldn't get the same deal to heal her.
"I'm trying to fix it. All of it." But so far, it was turning into the hardest thing he'd done.
"But our five year old doesn't understand what happened; he absolutely doesn't understand what he said. All he knows is something about heaven, talking to statues, and that I went somewhere without him. And now I've come back. He doesn't understand what dying means. He wouldn't have said it if he understood."
4x05 Haunted: Connor Queen AU
// requested by @birdonawiresara and gave me a chance to explore early season 4 in our little verse
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The form on the couch, holding his son in her arm, caught Oliver by surprise. “What are you doing here? Where’s Raisa?”
2x20 // 4x05
requested by @laurellanceisalive
Oliver Queen | Haunted | 4x05 #for science
// my aunt's arrow rewatch has expanded to the flash and with the episodes I've joined her on, I've realized we were never going to get the timeline where Oliver lived to 86
Connor lightly traced his finger over his dad’s shirt where he knew his lines used to be, murmuring, “Wowww... Uncle Diggle made them all go away?” He was upset with his mom, he was angry with her because she lied and lying was bad. But he knew she had a lot of lines. He knew she hurt a lot. So he looked back up at his dad and asked, “Can he make Mama’s lines go away, too? Can he make her all fixed? That way you’re both all better?” Then his dad was telling him that they’d need the Green Arrow one day, but that the city had heroes to protect it right now. “Like Aunt Thea and Uncle Roy!” After that, he quickly whispered, “Don’t worry, I don’t tell anyone about them. But did you know their suits are red? Like Uncle Barry’s! And we want to be with you, too. To watch seals, and eat ice cream, and sleep in the big bed. Oh, and to draw pictures. And eat cookies that we are not allowed to put in the toaster because Mama got rid of the toaster...”
Connor shook his head at his dad’s question, murmuring again, “I don’t remember the first one you missed.” Then he told him to look at the clock and - after 3 minutes - he could come back and get him. Connor looked back to his mother, who was turning around, maintaining her composure.
“He’s been learning how to use the hands of the clock to tell time, but we’re working on hours, not minutes. It’s okay, Connor, use the timer in the kitchen - put it on three, okay? And go back to the very beginning of the recordings and pick the very first one - the one at the top.” Their son hesitated for a long beat before heading off to the kitchen to set the timer.
"Something like that," Oliver commented as he felt Connor trace where some of his scars had been. When he asked if Diggle could do the same for his mother, he found himself recalling when Sara had realized the pit had healed all of the ones she'd acquired after the Gambit went down. But also how could he tell him no? That whatever healed him hadn't come from ARGUS? "I don't know; she can ask him later." When the boy made the connection to the other heroes, he gave him a soft smile and lightly bit his cheek when he compared Roy and Thea's suits to Barry's. That smile turned into a chuckle when Connor mentioned Sara had gotten rid of the toaster; sadly, that was an appliance they hadn't been able to keep around for long with Connor and his curiosity.
Oliver rubbed Connor's back as the boy looked to Sara, who seemed to have composed herself for the time being. When she explained and instructed him on setting the timer and what episode to pick, he held his breath as Connor hesitated before heading off, leaving the two of them alone.
3 minutes.
It wasn't long but it would have to be enough for the time being. He rose and moved to Sara, reaching a hand out to her. "Come here," Oliver lowered his voice. The words to ask if she was okay were on the tip of the tongue but they felt useless. How could she be? "We've got three minutes before he comes back."
"Don't you think we deserve a break?"
// found this again and Oliver WILL NOT STOP SMIRKING