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“One of the first things we did was run a full blood work on you. To ensure you weren’t infected with anything – drugs or illness,” Amanda Waller says, sitting across from Oliver in a car in Hong Kong. And he still doesn’t fully understand how he got from the island to here.
“And – did you find anything?” Oliver is fairly certain any drugs that would be in his system would be the result of how they managed to transport him without him waking up. Illness though, he has no idea.
“Neither. Although I suppose that depends on your definition of ‘illness’,” Waller says.
“What do you mean?”
“Congratulations Mr Queen,” Waller says, handing over the tablet in her hands. “You’re pregnant.”
The results shown are clear – Oliver’s pregnant.
He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it.
Except he does. As much as it feels like months since things had really gone to hell it had only actually been a matter of days.
And while things were never comfortable on the island. Or safe. Before it really went to hell, there had been a moment. Well, several moments, but the last in hindsight probably had been during one of Oliver’s heats – the inconsistent and nearly undetectable things they had become. He and Slade and a stolen moment along and-
Damn it.
Damn him.
Why had they been so stupid?
Why had Oliver been so stupid?
And now?
Oliver is pregnant and Slade is dead.
And Oliver doubts Amanda Waller is going to just deliver him back home to his family.
So Slade Wilson being in town and not dead is bad. Felicity gets that. Oh boy does she get it. And that’s fine but Oliver is vague as ever about him and honestly Slade could walk up to Felicity on the street and start a conversation with her and she wouldn’t even know.
Not that she often strikes up conversations with strangers on the street of course.
Still, she’d prefer to have a face of the threat to you know, know.
So Felicity does what she does best and goes digging.
And look – Slade’s good. Oliver’s right that the man is very talented at being a ghost. Anything after the island and he practically doesn’t exist. Even the company he supposedly runs doesn’t have any photos of him anywhere Felicity can manage to dig and Felicity can dig into most archives.
But that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything.
Because Slade didn’t just spawn on the island. Much like Oliver he existed before then. And while those images might not be much like how he looks now they’re better than nothing.
And Felicity is very good at what she does so she manages to find what is probably the last photo taken of Slade Wilson before his deployment on the island.
And-
Oh.
Well that explains why Oliver is maddeningly unhelpful when it comes to questions about Slade. And even more so when it comes to questions about William’s father who apparently died on the island.
Because while everyone who questioned whether William was actually Oliver’s is clearly blind, Felicity would also have to be blind to not see the bits of him that clearly came from his sire. That clearly came from Slade.
Oh and here comes the nervous laugh.
Because, oh boy, if that didn’t make the whole situation a whole lot more complicated. Like insanely more complicated.
“Felicity?” Diggle asks because he knows what she was looking for and he knows what her nervous laugh is.
And how could she even explain it?
So instead she just turns the computer screen so Diggle can see the image of Slade.
“Oh no,” Diggle says because yeah – it’s that obvious.
Well, okay, maybe not if you didn’t know that Slade and Oliver happened to be on the same deserted island together for like a decent period of time. Like a hook up and conceive a kid period of time. But Diggle and Felicity do and, well, it’s obvious.
And of course, because Oliver has the worst, or maybe it’s the best, timing he walks in, William in his arms, with the image of Slade still on the screen.
And Felicity is really bad at the poker face still. Not like… an actual poker face, she can do that okay when it’s actually just a game. But when it’s ‘hey I’ve figured out your kids sire also is the guy you’re saying is here to get revenge on you’ her poker face is… kind of the worst.
So Oliver knows that they know.
“Whatever you’re thinking stop it,” Oliver says.
“Oliver-“ Diggle says because of course he can glue his brain back together to form words faster, while Felicity’s brain is still flipping between the image of Slade on the screen and the sleepy toddler cuddling against Oliver’s chest.
“Diggle, drop it,” Oliver says, and oh he’s got his serious Vigilante-voice on. “He doesn’t know. He won’t find out. It doesn’t change anything.”
But it does change things. It’s got to doesn’t it?