I'm totally new to this whole fanfic thing but just had to write something for Arrow after watching seasons 1 and 2 in two weeks. I don't know if anyone is interested in reading Roy/Oliver, but I think that the chemistry between them is too strong to ignore. Yeah, so this is slash. If it's not your thing, please don't read and don't shoot me.

Oh, there might be spoilers for any episode up to season 2, episode 15.

Red and Green – Part 1

"Roy, where are you going?" Thea asked her boyfriend in a bewildered tone. They'd been in the middle of watching a fairly interesting crime drama when Roy bolted from the living room in a fairly unsettling clench of fists and hunched shoulders.

"Be back in a sec," Roy called absently over his shoulder to where Thea had practically lurched off of the sofa in response to his sudden exit. He stormed down the lengthy corridors of the Queen family's humble abode. Although there really wasn't anything humble about an enormous old mansion filled with priceless antiques, and stocked with enough furniture and clothing to play host to the entire homeless section of the Glades.

As Roy neared the grand entranceway, bits and pieces of an altercation that he'd overheard began to coalesce into a full-blown argument.

"Why did you have to go and find her?! Haven't you done enough already? You just never stop screwing up my life!"

"I never intended for you to find out that way, Laurel. I swear. I never knew."

"Like hell you didn't!"

"But… she is still your sister."

"Shut up!"

Roy rounded the corner just in time to witness a hysterical Laurel Lance belt Oliver Queen across the face, raking her nails over his left cheek for good measure. While Oliver may have been guilty of spending his evenings and early mornings skulking around town in the guise of the Arrow, he was still only human, and, not infallible. He had a major blind spot when it came to Laurel, seemingly thinking that he owed her something. That he would never be done apologizing to her. Begging for her forgiveness for a past event that he couldn't change. Oliver just couldn't see how Laurel had begun to use him as an outlet for everything that went wrong in her life. The verbal abuse was one thing, but now Oliver's passive acceptance of the blame had seemed to give Laurel the unspoken permission to ramp it up a level.

"Hey! That's enough." Roy shouldered Oliver back a step before shoving Laurel a good distance from her unresponsive punching bag. He barely caught himself a split second away from knocking her head off. He still had to learn how to properly control both his temper and his newly acquired super strength. Luckily for Laurel, he'd been in a good mood for the better part of the day, so it wasn't incredibly difficult for him to reign in his power – this time.

"W—what? Roy?" Laurel sputtered, backwheeling off balance before leaning forward to glare at him. "This is between Ollie and myself."

"Looked like it was between Ollie and your fist," Roy snarled in a muted display of disapproval.

Oliver blinked at Roy, and then at Laurel, as if seeing them both for the first time. His deep blue eyes flickered from Laurel's flushed face, to her fingers that were warped into the shape of claws, and then to Roy. As if awakening from a deep dream, he placed his hand on Roy's arm in warning. "Roy, it's okay. I can handle this."

"Oh, can you now?" Laurel mocked Oliver, incensed that he thought that she was a person that could be so easily controlled. "Just like you handled Sara?"

"What is going on out here?" Thea paused near the bottom of the staircase, having been drawn to a scene straight from a daytime drama. She watched Roy shake off Oliver's calming hand, fearing that her boyfriend was about to strike her brother. But he only seemed interested in keeping Oliver away from Laurel, if she interpreted the arm in front of her brother's chest correctly.

"You know, I agree with you on that," Roy snickered, raising his voice at Laurel. "He sucks at dealing with you. So, I'll do what he can't. Get out."

"You've got to be kidding me!" The situation was so incredible that Laurel almost laughed, until she noticed the murderous look in Roy's narrowing gaze. There was something unpredictable and sinister about those light blue eyes, and the way his lips drew back thinly to reveal his gritted teeth. "Fine," she relented, visibly unsettled by Roy's behavior. "Whatever. I don't want to be anywhere near that womanizer anyway." She quickly escaped the mansion with as much dignity as she could manage to hold onto.

The second Laurel was out of sight, Roy turned to Oliver whose face was an impenetrable mask of indifference. "Are you okay?"

Thea hesitated for a moment, picking up on some weird vibe from Roy. She cleared her throat to get Oliver's attention, and to mask her confusion over her supposed boyfriend's bizarre posturing in front of her brother. "Yeah, Ollie. You're bleeding."

Oliver pressed two fingers to the claw marks on his cheek and flippantly replied, "It could've been much worse. She could've gone for my -."

"Would you quit joking about it?" Roy cut Oliver off, glaring at the man that he'd used to secretly idolize. But this was not the Arrow standing in front of him now; it was Oliver Queen. And Roy did not idolize Oliver Queen. "You seriously need to get your act together, man. Letting people blame you for all the shit that goes on. Not standing up for yourself. When are you going to realize that not everything is your fault?"

The murky veil that had been dulling Oliver's actions and emotions temporarily lifted to bring him a mere inch or two from Roy's face. "Don't you dare dictate how I should be running my life or interacting with the people in it. In the future, I would greatly appreciate it," he continued sarcastically, "if you'd mind your own business and stay out of my personal affairs."

"Next time you hit back or defend yourself and I won't feel the need to knock out Laurel Lance's teeth."

"Roy!" Thea exclaimed sharply.

Something dangerous was boiling near the surface as Oliver body checked – or attempted to – Roy out of the way. Instead, Roy remained standing and Oliver stumbled a bit before flying up the stairs, two at a time, to the second floor, slamming his bedroom door loud enough to rattle the paintings on the walls.

"I don't know why he doesn't just tell her to back off," Roy muttered underneath his breath. He crossed his arms over his chest and defiantly glared in the direction that Oliver had fled.

"What I don't understand is why you're poking your nose into my brother's love life." Thea studied his expression carefully, trying to read him, but only succeeding in becoming annoyed herself. "If you piss him off, he'll take your head off," she warned. "And I don't want to get stuck in the middle if you two go at it."

"That'll never happen." Roy subtly flexed his powerful muscles, imagining how easy it would be to overpower Oliver. He'd done it twice before, and he wasn't beyond doing it again.

"Good," Thea breathed a sigh of relief, misunderstanding Roy's intentions. To her, 'that'll never happen' translated into, 'I would never fight with your brother'. She had enough crap to worry about without being forced to choose sides. "Let's finish off the movie and then get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Sure thing." Roy followed Thea back to the den where they'd been watching TV. But during the next forty-five minutes of who-killed-Sally and where-is-the-murder-weapon, the only thing that Roy could think about was the look of sadness and defeat in Oliver's eyes before he'd intervened.

(That's it for now. If anyone is interested in this or wants me to continue, feedback would be awesome. I'm kind of hoping that someone other than me is into Roy being with Oliver.)