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The Very Best of Me


Returns. Surprises. Heartache. New beginnings. What else is in store for Ava Wilson? Billionaire trustee/CEO by day, vigilante by night. Will she finally, after 5 years, stop running from her problems? Or will she face even more when she does? • Previously named "Protect Me - Oliver Queen". • INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES • An Arrow Fanfic • All characters, excluding Ava Wilson, belong to Mort Weisinger and George Papp • Started : 01/11/2021 Completed :

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1 - Welcome Back

Of all the things that ran through my mind these past 5 years, there was one that ran through it the most.

"Billionaire Oliver Queen has been found alive" was all that would play across the nation through the news.

I never imagined what I would do when it actually happened. A lot of emotions ran through me when I heard it.




There was one feeling that resonated with me the entire time. When I heard it. The five years he was gone. Love. Hell, even for the past 16 years, I have loved that man. He hadn't even realized but men never do. As I drove through his gates and up his cobblestone driveway, all those feelings threatened to bubble to the surface.

I exited my car and went into the Queen's mansion as I was greeted by Mrs.Queen, Oliver's mother.

"Oh, Ava. It's been so long." Mrs.Queen exclaimed as she wrapped me in a hug.

I hugged her back as their butler took my coat.

"Is he really here, Mrs.Queen?" I asked nervously.

"I have told you a million times to call me Moira but yes, he's in his room. You know the way." Mrs.Queen replied.

I thanked her as I made my way up the stairs. I slowly made my way to his room as I paused at the door. I placed my shaking hand in the doorknob and turned it as I pushed the door open. All my nervousness and worry went away when I saw his body standing there.

"What did I tell you? Yachts fucking suck." I said.

He slowly turned around he smiled at me. He looked so different but man, his smile was still the same. The smile that makes me fall for him harder and harder.

"Ava Wilson." Oliver said as he looked at me.

"I've missed you, dick." I exclaimed as I walked towards him.

I wrapped him in a hug as he picked me up. I squealed as my legs instantly wrapped around him. He squeezed my stomach a little as he pulled away from me, sitting me back down on the ground. He smiled down at me as he flattened down my hair.

"Five years and you haven't changed a bit." Oliver said as he playfully twirled me around.

"You've changed a lot. You're somewhat nice to look at now." I tauntingly replied.

"Oh, I'm a goddamn beauty, Wilson." Oliver joked.

I laughed as someone walked into his room. Not just any someone. A someone I was hoping to avoid today.

Tommy Merlyn.

"What did I tell you?" Tommy began.

"Yachts suck." Oliver and I said in unison.

"Oh, and who do we have here?" Tommy asked.

"Very funny, Tommy." I said sarcastically.

"Not my fault. It's almost been a year, Ava." Tommy replied.

I rolled my eyes and pushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"Ava, can I talk to you in the hallway?" Tommy inquired.

I nodded as I followed him out onto the hallway. He grabbed my wrist and led me into a corner tucked away by the stairs as he effortlessly towered over me. I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Hi there." Tommy said, his breath brushing against my nose.

"T-Tommy. S-Stop it." I stated nervously.

"Why? Am I making you nervous?" Tommy asked, mocking a confused look.

"We can't do this again." I stated firmly.

"Why not? It was fun." Tommy replied.

"It was a lapse in judgement." I sharply rebutted.

"You sure? I don't think you can have a lapse in judgement 5 times." Tommy taunted.

He ran his finger along a strand of my hair as his eyes darted from mine to my lips. I regained my composure and stood my ground.

"Tommy, I love you. You're my best friend and what we did was fun. But we both know that you love Laurel and I love-." I said, trailing off.

"Oliver. You love Oliver." Tommy whispered.

My eyes met his and he smiled at me. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

The words had never been spoken aloud but I knew how I felt. It was something completely different to actually say and hear the words.

"Yeah. I love Oliver." I whispered back.

"Ok, but we both know that the people we love, they love each other. So if you ever want to blow off some steam or even use me in any way you want, you know where I live." Tommy stated softly.

"Best friends?" I asked, sticking my pinky out.

Tommy smiled down at me as he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Best friends." he replied, wrapping his pinky around mine.


We were all sitting around the Queen's dining room table and Tommy was telling Oliver what he missed over the past 5 years.

"What else have you missed? Super bowl winners. Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh, and "Lost", they were all dead. I think." Tommy stated.

"What was it like there?" Thea questioned.

The room fell silent as they waited for Oliver to answer and I took a sip of my wine.

"Cold." Oliver replied.

"Tomorrow, the three of us, we're doing the city. You've got a lot to catch up on." Tommy suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea." Moira said.

"Good. Then I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver stated.

"Well, there's plenty of time for all that. Queen Consolidated is going anywhere." Walter said.

The Queen's maid, Raisa, was bringing a bowl of fruit to the table and tripped. Oliver quickly caught Raisa and the bowl of fruit.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr.Oliver." Raisa began.

"Eto ne bespokoytes." Oliver replied.

I looked up at him and a smirk pulled at my lips.

"Dude, you speak Russian?" Tommy asked with a chuckle.

I didn't realize you took Russian at college, Oliver." Walter stated.

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver replied.

I slightly choked on my wine as the dining room once again fell silent.

"I didn't say anything." Thea stated.

"She didn't have to." Oliver insisted.

"Oliver, Walter and I are married and I don't want you to think that either one of us did anything to disrespect your father." Moira began.

"We both believed that Robert, like you, was uh- well, gone." Walter finished.

"It's fine. May I be excused?" Oliver asked as he stood up from the table.

Moira nodded at him and he walked away, disappearing from the dining room. I wiped my mouth on my napkin and stood up.

"Thank you for dinner, Moira. I'm going to go check on him then I'll see myself out. Have a lovely evening, guys." I stated.

Moira smiled at me as I tucked my chair in before I exited the dining room. I walked up the stairs and made my way to Oliver's door. I knocked and waited for a response.

"Come in, Avie." Oliver called out.

I opened the door and sighed dramatically.

"It's been a while since I heard that name. Still hate it." I said with a smile.

I walked over and sat on his bed as he slightly spun himself in the chair that accompanied his desk.

"Are you okay, Ollie?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Oliver said.

I didn't believe him so I gave him the look. You know, the look. The look you give people when you're calling them out on their bullshit.

"Okay, fine. I'm not okay. I'm gone for 5 years, presumed to be dead. Then I come back and my mother's married to someone who used to work hand in hand with my father. What kind of fucked up world does that makes sense in?" Oliver exclaimed.

I walked over to him and went in for a hug but I stopped myself.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" I asked.

He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. Next thing I knew, he pulled me down onto his lap and hugged me tightly. I pulled skirt down and tried to get up but it was no use. He had a really tight grip on me. I surrendered and just started playing in his hair. He pulled away and looked me in my eyes.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Oliver asked.

"Oliver, we haven't slept in the same bed since we were 17." I stated.

"Okay. I'll build a pillow wall between us." Oliver suggested.

I giggled and tapped my finger on my chin.

"You'll buy my ice cream tomorrow?" I questioned.

"Cookies and cream with extra cookies." Oliver replied.

"Fine, I'll stay. But only for the ice cream." I stated.

"Only for the ice cream, huh?" Oliver asked.

I nodded my head as he began to tickle me. I laughed loudly as I tried to wriggle away from him. It was no use and I just gave up, becoming a giggling mess.


I woke up because the lightning boomed and I noticed that the bed was empty and the windows were open. I saw Oliver on the floor and I ran over to him.

"Oliver, wake up!" I exclaimed as I shook his body.

He was wet, due to the rain, and hadn't moved. I shook him again and jolted awake. He flipped me over and held his hand sharply against my throat.

"Oliver!" I hoarsely shouted.

He shook himself out of whatever trance he was in and quickly crawled away from me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so- I'm so sorry." Oliver whispered.

I crawled over to him and embraced him in a hug as he stayed curled up into a ball by the window. I got up and closed the windows and when I got back onto the floor, Oliver was still curled up into a ball.

"Ollie, look at me. It's okay. I'm okay. Let's just change and go back to bed." I suggested.

He nodded and slowly stood to his feet. He led me over to the closet and he got himself a new set of pajamas. He handed me a button down collar shirt and I took it. I walked over into his bathroom and took off my wet clothes. I sat them in a pile on the floor. I buttoned the shirt lazily and rubbed my eyes.

I walked back out into his room and he was curled up in a ball on the bed now. I sighed and walked over, pushing the pillow out of the way. I lay behind him, hoping to provide some sort of comfort to him and it worked. Within the next five minutes, he was out like a light.

I, on the other hand, was a little afraid of falling asleep.


After trying for almost 3 hours to fall asleep, I was woken up by the bright sunlight in the window. When I rolled over, Oliver was gone and my clothes were sitting on a neat pile in the corner. I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. I got up and walked to Thea's room. I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in!" Thea called from the other side of the door.

I walked in and she had a friend sitting with her by the desk.

"Oh, if you're busy, I'll come back." I began.

"No, it's fine. What do you need, Avie?" Thea asked.

"Still hate the name. But I was wondering if you had some clothes I could borrow." I stated.

She nodded and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a black sweater, a button down white shirt, and a black skirt. She handed them to me and I smiled.

"Thank you. You're a lifesaver." I exclaimed.

"It's what I live to do." Thea replied.

I walked out of her room and into the hallway as I farted back into Oliver's room. He still wasn't in there so I went into the bathroom and took off his shirt, discarding it into the hamper in his bathroom. I grabbed a towel and a washcloth off his linen rack.

I set the towel on the pole but the door as I stepped into the shower and ran the water. I washed myself up and after I washed my hair, I stepped out of the shower. I hurriedly ran into his room to get dressed, hoping I'd be finished before he came back. I thankfully finished and slipped my shoes on, running into the hallway.

When I got into the hallway, Tommy and Oliver were leaving Thea's room.

"Have you noticed how hot your sister's gotten?" Tommy asked.

Oliver shot him a glare and I almost laughed.

"Because I have not." Tommy stated.

"Hey, assholes! What about me?" I exclaimed.

They spun around and nervously smiled at me as I rolled my eyes.

"You've literally only slept for 2 hours." Oliver began.

"Okay and? I'll sleep in the car." I replied.

He looked as if he was going to lecture me out of going but decided against it. I jogged up to them and we all descended the stairs together. We left out the front door and got into Tommy's car. I climbed in the back and soon enough, I had fallen back asleep.

Oliver's POV

We were driving through the city in silence until Tommy spoke up.

"Your funeral blew." Tommy said.

"Did you get lucky?" I asked with a smirk.

"Fish in a barrel." Tommy replied.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"They were so sad and huggy." Tommy stated.

"No." I chuckled.

"And I am counting on another target rich environment for your welcome-home bash." Tommy revealed.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.

"At my what?" I questioned.

"You came back from the dead. This calls for a party. You tell me where and when. I'll take care of everything." Tommy insisted.

I was about to protest when I realized that a welcome home party wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Tommy turned a corner and there was a bunch of people on a beat down corner.

"This city's gone to crap. You know, your dad sold his factory just in time." Tommy said sourly.

I looked over at the factory and what I saw disappointed me. A barely standing building with my family's name on the back of it. I turned my head and looked straight ahead.

"And why'd you want to drive through this neighborhood anyway?" Tommy asked.

"No reason." I replied.

"So what'd you miss the most? Steaks at the Palm? Drinks at the station? Meaningless sex?" Tommy inquired.

I looked back and Ava was still sound asleep. God, she's so pretty when she's asleep.

"Ava. And Laurel." I stated.

"I get Ava. Oh, I definitely get Ava. But everyone is happy you're alive. You want to see the one person who isn't?" Tommy questioned.

I looked at him and he knew. I actually had to go see Laurel.


Ava's POV

I woke up and I was literally in the car alone. Those bastards left me alone. No note. No telling me where they were going. Nothing. I cursed them under my breath as I was about to get out the car. When I got out of the car, they were coming back around the corner.

"You dicks! I could've been killed!" I shouted.

"It's Mr.Bleeding Heart's fault. He's the one who wanted to-." Tommy began.

Oliver smacked him in the back of his head and Tommy stopped talking.

"Well, whatever. Let's go. I have a bad feeling about this place." I stated.

Just as I finished my sentence, a van pulled behind Tommy and Oliver.

"What the hell?" Tommy exclaimed.

Two men in red masks shot darts at the three of us, sending me to the ground. As soon as my face came in contact with the asphalt, I was out.

So much for a normal day in the city.
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