Noah Blake + Dellie Blackwood + Isaac Rojas
Aka Oliver Queen + Rose Belikova + Dimitri Belikov
Implied sex, mention of character death | Complete
Dellie was in the middle of kissing Noah when suddenly it just felt [...] wrong. She pulled away and looked at him, bringing a hand up to her lips as the overwhelming feeling that she was cheating on someone hit her. She hadn’t felt it so strongly since the first time she had kissed him, but it felt different this time.
She’d been feeling weird for days now. Longer than days, really. There were these dreams of another life featuring many of the people she knew. Zasha, Adrian, Gabi, her uncle Abe, Isaac. Sometimes those dreams were so intense and real-feeling and so was the feeling that she was supposed to be doing something so much more important than running a gym.
Noah was surprised when she pulled away and he looked at her in surprise. “What’s wrong, Dell?’ he asked. He’d been feeling strange too although he hadn’t mentioned it to her. The first time had been when he was teaching class, showing a freshman how to put the arrow in the bow, it felt like he’d done it before but it was a dangerous situation and lives were at stake. Every now and then he’d have a flash of memory, a fairly large city and he’d been walking down the street the other day when the mayor had passed him and someone had called out to him. Without thinking, Noah had turned around to respond and then stopped. He wasn’t mayor of anything, never had been and besides who would vote for him anyway? Now Dellie was acting strange and he was even more confused.
“I [...] don’t know,” she said, confused as to why she’d pulled away or why she still had this feeling she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Things had been pretty weird lately, so maybe it was all just getting to her. That weird fire vision thing, especially. “Do you feel like things have been extra [...] weird lately?”
He looked at her for a moment and then nodded. “Yeah. Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what it is but it’s like things are just a little bit…….off.”
“Well, shit. I was kind of hoping I was just going crazy or something.” She laughed a little nervously. The fact that he felt the same way wasn’t all that comforting, because it meant there was probably something to that feeling. Sighing, she dragged a hand through her hair. “Does it feel like this isn’t where we’re supposed to be? Like this isn’t really our lives?”
She was beautiful and he wished like hell he could tell her that she was just imagining things and they should go back to bed but he’d be lying. It wasn’t right and he knew it. “Yeah. This is not us. I don’t know whose life it is but it’s not ours.” He sighed and as she brushed her hair aside, he saw the tattoos on the back of her neck and he sucked in a breath.
“Oh shit,” he said. “Oh holy shit. Rose. You’re Rose and I’m not Noah and you’ve got a husband and oh shit.” He sat up in bed and rested against the headboard and it all came back to him. “My name is Oliver Queen and I…….fuck it, it doesn’t matter but we should not be here.”
“Yeah, no offense, you’re hot and all, but you’re not-“ Her eyes went wide as he said her name and suddenly everything, all the memories and feelings of the last several days clicked into place. “Dimitri.” That guilty feeling she’d suddenly had while kissing Noah - Oliver - came rushing back and she thought she might be sick. “Fuck. I have to go find him.” Her son, hers and Dimitri’s, was asleep in one of the other bedrooms, but Rose knew she could trust him to take care of him. Even as the memories of her old life started to seep in, she could still remember this one. It was enough that she’d trust him with her life, or her son’s.
“Go, I’ll take care of Ivan. Do what you need to do.” As his own memories began to take shape, Oliver remembered his own son and found himself wondering what was going on back home. He was being taken care of though, he was sure of that. “He’ll probably sleep for a little longer anyway, I’ll feed him when he wakes up, get him dressed, all that. You go.” he waved his hands toward the door. Clearly there would need to be a conversation at some point and he wondered if Clarke’s memory had returned but for the moment, he needed to concentrate on what was happening here.
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By the time Rose made the drive to the ranch where Dimitri - Isaac - was staying with her fake family, more of her memories had come back. It wasn’t everything, just bits and pieces that she was working to piece together in her mind, but it was enough to intensify that pit of guilt. She’d had those dreams of starting to fall in love with Jim and building a life with him in another world, but this seemed somehow worse. Maybe she’d had another name and another set of memories, but it still felt like her.
Finding him quickly once she reached the ranch, Rose didn’t even give him a chance to get a greeting out and she certainly wasn’t really thinking as she rushed towards him and threw her arms around him, pulling him to her and kissing him.
Isaac was still having trouble sleeping despite being home so he usually got up early and went out to the barn to start feeding the horses. He heard the car pull up and he walked to the barn entrance to see who it was. To his surprise, Dellie jumped out of the car and grabbed him. He wasn’t about to push her away when she kissed him, in fact he was more than happy to kiss her back. When they finally broke apart he looked at her and said “Roza...what...was that all about?” Then suddenly he stopped and reached out to touch her cheek. Over the past week or so, he’d been having strange dreams, dreams about a place that looked much like this but was more remote. There had also been a moment when he’d found himself speaking Russian to one of the horses and while he knew some basic phrases from the army, he was carrying on a conversation and that made no sense. “You’re Rose,” he said. “And I know I’m not Isaac now but I don’t know my name, I can speak Russian….am I Russian?”
Until she heard him speak, Rose still half thought she was crazy, but hearing his nickname for her and that light Russian accent for just that moment brought a new set of memories with it. “Your name is Dimitri Belikov,” she answered him simply. Even though she’d pulled away from the kiss, she stood close and her hands had come to rest lightly on his chest. “You were born in a small, wonderful village in Siberia called Baia. You have 3 sisters, a mother and a crazy old witch of a grandmother who scares the shit out of me.”
“My grandmother scares a lot of people. She even scares me sometimes,” he replied and then he suddenly grinned. “And I remember Baia and I remember you and…” without finished the sentence he kissed her again until he couldn’t breathe and then pulled back. “I’m starting to get some very vivid memories of what happens after we do that.”
“I think I’d better give you a refresh anyway,” Rose suggested with a smirk on her face before she brought her mouth back to his, kissing him more deeply this time. There were missing pieces of her life that she hoped would be filled in soon, but for now what she knew was that kissing Dimitri now felt like coming home. It felt more right than anything in the past couple of weeks had and that was a feeling she wanted to hold onto.
Much later, Dimitri rolled over onto his back and pulled Rose close. They had managed to make to a clean stall filled with fresh hay before tearing each other’s clothes off. Laughing he picked a piece of hay out of her hair. “I don’t believe we have done this in a horse stall before,” he said. “Although we might have to find a way to do that when we get back.” Maybe they would never get back, he had no idea but right now he was happy, he and Rose remembered who they were and what they shared and he remembered their son. “The last couple of weeks, I’ve had dreams. You were in them sometimes but not always. I also had dreams about Russia and now that makes sense, my grandmother, my mother, I remember them. There are still things I don’t remember but I guess it will all come back.”
Rose nodded. Sometimes it was dreams, sometimes it was flashes of memory. The sense of who she really was had come back slowly, but it hadn’t made leaving who she was as Dellie behind, either. She suspected integrating the two sets of memories was going to take some work. Right now, though, she was here and so was Dimitri.
“I’m so sorry,” she couldn’t help saying as she thought over the last few months. Even before that. “I should never had given up on you. Even after than, I should never chosen any other man over you. I don’t know how I-” She trailed off, shaking her head. “Dimitri, but since the day we met, it’s really only been you.”
He smiled at her and kissed her nose. “It was the same for me even when I was trying to convince both of us that it wasn’t. Mostly I was trying to convince myself. And don’t apologize, Roza. How could you have known?” Dimitri shook his head. “We both were living lives as someone else, I don’t know how that can happen and be so vivid but you thought I was dead. If anything like that ever should happen….” he paused, trying to get himself together. “I wouldn’t want you to stop living. I would want you to go on, be happy, make a good life for you and Ivan. Always know though that wherever I am, even if that is in another world, I’ll always love you.”
A part of her still felt guilty, but the thought of losing him for real was something she really didn’t want to think about. Even though she knew it hadn’t been real, she could still clearly remember having grieved for him after he’d gone missing. It felt real, even though she knew it couldn’t have been.
“I’ll always love you, too,” she said before kissing him again.