Ollie Queen Has An Arrow For That (acearcher) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-08 14:27:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), oliver queen (green arrow), roy harper (red arrow) ii |
An incident at Talon Ridge
Who: Ollie, Roy, and Clint
Where: Talon Ridge
When:After Karaoke night
What A reunion that doesn’t go so well.
Rating: PG-13 for lots of F Bombs.
Really, it was a stupid idea. A really stupid idea and plan and one that Ollie really should have known better than to engage in. But, being Oliver Fucking Queen, he kind of went with what felt right on the first impulse and regretted it later on. Heading out to Talon Ridge, where he knew Roy was training with Clint Barton was one of those impulses he was pretty sure he was going to trust in.
"So, then." Roy was saying, as he lined up a shot and let the arrow loose. "After saving the guy, I wind up offering my services to Lex Fucking Luthor." It wasn't the dream that had disturbed him at least, and Clint had asked how he was doing with all of that, so he'd picked the least disturbing thing recently to think about. "As his bodyguard or something, not..." He shook off Clint's snort, and shot again, splitting his first arrow neatly, with a satisfying thunk.
"Uh-huh." Clint rolled his eyes, watching Roy's shots and nodding slowly. "Not bad. You're getting there. But fun as that dream is, that's not the one that's bugging you. I mean, come on." He rolled his eyes. "You obviously didn't wake up screaming because you decided you were going to, I don't know, be his rent-a-cop. I mean, shit, considering the Batman dream? That's fairly normal actually. For you at least." he added, smirking. "Really Roy. Be straight with me. I seriously want to help. Oh come ON." he added, frowning, as an arrow went way off course. "See this is why you need to deal with things instead of bottling them up. You're gonna end up in disaster someday and we don't want that."
That? Was pretty much an assessment Oliver would have noted himself, he thought as the voices carried around from the front, and he snuck around to the back of the main building, where he could watch the practice without necessarily disturbing it. The last thing he wanted right now was Roy to see him as some kind of threat. Really, he'd have liked to repair things, but knowing that wasn't likely totally, he'd at least get a look at how the kid was doing now that he was competing again.
"So that's my problem, isn't it?" Roy shot, and missed again, an easy shot he should have been able to make. "Look, I don't ask for your personal shit to come out when we do this, Clint. Allow me to have mine." Shoot. Miss. "Fuck it."
"The next few words out of your mouth had better be the whole story." Clint commented, stepping the few feet to bridge the gap between them. "Or." he held out his hand and tapped it. "You know what to do."
"Yeah. Well." Roy shrugged, then handed over the bow because he sure as hell wasn't going to talk about it. "Jesus, Barton, You wouldn't want to talk about this stuff if it was you."
"Yeah, but no shooting when you're that distracted, kid." Clint's liability insurance didn’t cover all the possibilities for things that could, and probably would go wrong. “Look, if you’re well behaved, you can have it back at the end of the semester or whatever.” He added, at least getting a snort out of Roy for his troubles. “Seriously. I don’t want you around weapons like this.” He continued, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, if you’re not ready to deal with whatever it is, I still don’t want your afternoon to be a total waste.” He thought for a second about things that they could do instead. Potentially calming things, and then came up with one idea. “You any good at fletching?”
“Not really.” Roy admitted, shifting. “I mean it could probably be worse, but Ol...I...mostly it’s been focused on my technique you know? “ He didn’t want to think about Oliver after a repeat of the being hunted down dream thanks very much. At least this time it’d been alone and not...
Was the kid still that pissed about the fight that had made him move out? Seriously? Sure, Oliver had been kind of a killjoy about the whole thing, especially considering he was a hypocrite, but he’d still been responsible for Roy right then, and hadn’t wanted any legal issues, or the cops involved. He’d been trying to be the good person damn it, and well, he’d reached since then, and it had been completely ignored. Sure, it was Roy’s right, but he didn’t think hating him was the exactly right way to go here either.
“Okay, so we’ll fletch.” Clint was saying, and he reached out an arm to steer Roy around into the inner part of the range itself, into one of the store-rooms where he kept the archery supplies along with the usual bullets and cartridges and everything else. If he noticed anything was going on, he didn’t comment, even if there WAS a suspicious glance in a certain direction.
Oliver watched, and waited as they turned the corner, pressing himself up against the wall as they passed by, and caught Clint’s glance, but shrugged it off for now. He was concerned about Roy, yeah, if he was still that upset that this was going on but...
“FUCK.” Roy tensed at the familiar figure, pulling himself away from Clint and launching himself at Oliver, hands balled up into fists already, same way he’d learned on the street. He wasn’t going to pull a knife on the guy who’d given him a place to stay for six years, but he wasn’t going to just let him stand there either, and if he could hurt him? He was gonna do it.
“Get OUT of here.” Roy ordered, with a well placed kick to the back of Oliver’s knee that sent the guy stumbling at least a little. “What the fuck are you even doing...this is MY turf, Queen, all right? Mine, and you are NOT involved here and can get out right NOW.” His thoughts raced back to the dream with Oliver chasing him down, shooting at him, trying to kill him, arranging with his friends for Roy to get caught in the subway or captured so that they could drag him back to THEM.
Roy had no compunctions about hurting Oliver in the real world either. Maybe he didn’t entirely deserve it, but he HAD still been trying to kill him in his dream, and that counted for a whole hell of a lot right now. He continued the attack, aiming some well placed punches and kicks that those six months on the streets had taught him, and some tips he’d filed away when he heard the ranch kids talking about things like that.
Oliver had maybe not expected open arms, considering the history there, but getting kicked in the knee, and punched in the face as a greeting wasn’t something he’d anticipated either. Roy had always seemed like he was on the edge of something exploding, sure, and he’d imagined being told to fuck off or something if he got caught, but this was kind of a surprise. And Roy was FAST. Every grab Oliver tried, every time he tried to use his larger mass to at least grab the kid, it wasn’t working.
Fuck, somebody had taught him well, Oliver thought, and while he half approved, he also just wanted to stop this and sort things out without having to hurt him. “Little help?” he called, hoping.
If ever anybody needed a trick arrow that shot sedatives at people, it would be now. Oliver Queen of all people was standing there in his range, bleeding, and Roy wasn’t doing much better. Hell, two of the top archers in the state were here, and bleeding and duking it out and it was so not going to end well. Clint had whipped out his phone to dial the cops, but then thought better of it. He didn’t need the publicity, Roy and Oliver didn’t need an arrest, and none of them needed a scandal. Instead, he did the next best thing and whipped out a pistol he had in his belt, aimed it far away from both of them, and let off a shot, then started screaming, loud enough that he could even hear himself.
“STAND DOWN!” he screamed, as Roy actually pulled away enough for Queen to grab him by the wrist and haul him off of him. “Fucking stand down, both of you.” He repeated, shoving the gun back into his holster and hurrying off to also grab Roy, who looked too stunned to really protest.
With Roy in a state of stunned silence, Oliver reached over, grabbed the kid by his shoulders instead, and held him back. “Hey.” he said, trying to shift gears from defensive over into godfather. “Come on, kiddo, it’s okay. “ Not that he’d seen Roy like that in...almost ever. There’d been a couple fights in middle school, sure, but not since then. Still, that was how he’d handled it when Roy was twelve, and well, he was determined to do it that way again.
“Let go of me.” Roy didn’t struggle, but he clearly didn’t want to be there. ‘I don’t really want to see you right now, Queen, okay? You were hunting me down.” he added, breath hitching a little into a sob. “I’d fucked up somehow and you wanted me dead or to take me back to them...to...”he’d actually gotten a name in his dream last night. “To CADMUS, whatever the fuck that is. You were hunting me down and you were going to win and...” he tugged himself away sharply. “I don’t want to do this. Not right now.”
“What?” Oliver blinked and tugged Roy back. “You’re not going anywhere, kiddo. Not until we..”
“SAVE IT, Oliver.” Roy broke the grip with a well placed elbow to the gut and finally, he really broke away. “I don’t want to hear it when you have been here at all. You don’t get the luxury of being in my life right now. I got shot twice and where were you? I barely finished school, I worked at fucking Hot Topic and you didn’t even CARE or KNOW.”
If Oliver had cared, he would have found a way to really get in touch, wouldn’t he? Never mind, Roy had kept things secret, Oliver had had the resources, and he’d left Roy there to flounder, and...he couldn’t take it. Not right now at least, and probably not ever. Yeah, Roy got a little teary now as he pulled away from him and Clint took over to steer him into his house.
“Might as well come in and start trying to sort this out.” Clint told Oliver, shaking his head. “I”m NOT letting him leave the range like this.” he added, scowling. “And I don’t want you going either. it’s...whatever this thing between both of you is, it’s stopping here and now if we have to stay up all night.”
Oliver considered his options here, then sighed and nodded. He knew that he owed Roy this much at least. Especially after what had happened, he owed him that. It was just...
“Fine.” he said at last, conceeding. “ Dinner at least, and then who knows? You have ingredients for chilli?”