"Are you going to let me out of here? I did agree to help you so the least you could do is let me out." Oliver says as he leans against the bars of his iron prison, making sure his irritation with his current situation was obvious in his voice. It's been two days since he offered to help Robert take down this 'Apprentice' and the older man has yet to release him. If it was due to the lack of trust he couldn't blame him. Oliver had experienced this plenty times over.

Although recently he hadn't seen Robert much until today. Mostly it was Felicity and she was in and out constantly. Whenever she was there she was extremely involved in whatever it was she had going on her computer and hardly paid attention to him. Since he broke the news about who he really was, Oliver often wondered how it had affected her. He had tried once to talk to her but she just shushed him. He hadn't tried again since. Laurel even seemed to ignore him. Perhaps his timing was off and telling them after they lost a battle and a close team mate was a bad idea. Like the cherry on top of a depressing sundae.

"What did you tell mom and Thea? Where did you tell them I was?" Oliver questions, "I'm sure they'd be curious as to where I am since they don't know the truth. Unless you told them." He knows he's most likely pressing buttons but he wants answered and if this is how he's going to get them, so be it.

Obviously it worked since Robert turned to him angrily and said to him, "Don't call her that. She's not your mother. You have no right!" The words were harsh and they hurt something deep in Oliver's soul. He never liked to be yelled at by either of his parents since it wasn't something they did too often unless they were really, really angry. It had also become something he had associated with his parent near separation, before Thea was born.

"Fine." Oliver retaliates with, crossing his arms as he says it. It's a little childish but it's all he's got right now.

A few moments pass by and the two stand in silence, Robert avoiding any contact as he slowly paces the floor of the bunker. It makes Oliver wonder what's going on in his head. What he's thinking. How painful it must be to look at a version of his son, just like its hard for himself to look at a version of his father. If he's thinking about how his Oliver died. Maybe even, perhaps, nothing at all. An attempt to calm down after the small outburst.

Finally Robert cuts the silence. "I told you what happened to him the night I discovered your lie. You tell me what happened over there and maybe I'll trust you a little more."

This shouldn't be difficult for Oliver. Yet it is. It's a simple question. When Robert had told him what happened to his Oliver it had seemed easy. Maybe it was the adrenaline though. Something that had been released with the anger. Still these thoughts didn't make it any easier to share. It never was going to be. He'd just have to swallow it and face the music. After all it was kind of their lives he was ruining.

He starts with a shaky, "We hadn't even made it to the island yet." And then there's a long pause. Suddenly he sounds weak compared to the tough persona he tried to keep up. "We were still in the life raft." Oliver remembered the island being mentioned meaning that something similar happened on this earth. Saying 'the raft' he's assuming that was one of them. "He told me to survive, to right his wrongs." He doesn't have to take a minute to remember, it plagues him as a nightmare almost every time he tries to sleep. It's still clear in his mind's eye. "Then he shot himself and that was it. Everything else I had to figure out on my own." Once he finishes he becomes silent again. Remembering and retellung anything that had happened always hurt worse than any of the sources of his many scars.

"How old were you?" Robert asks quietly, giving Oliver a minute, knowing and understanding how hard it must be for him to share. It doesn't take long for the younger man to respond with, "twenty-two." And as soon as the words leave his mouth Robert nods. "That's how old he was." A grim laugh escapes Oliver and he can't help but nod as well. "Guess things aren't that much different here." He says.

Before another period of long silence can commence, Felicty enters the room through some entrance Oliver has yet to see. "I found him!" She exclaims victoriously once she's fully inside.

"You did? Where is he?" Robert asks her, meets my her halfway to look at the small computer she has in her hands. "I've tracked the bastard all the way to Central City. It was tough but once I figured out how to track the magic he uses it was easy." She says all in one big rush. At least this Felicity didn't always use big words like his Felicity so he could understand without asking.

Robert begins to walk away from her and towards Oliver whose still inside the cage. "The we have to get going." He says.

"We?" Oliver asks, needing conformation that he's trusted now. "Yes, we." Is the answer. "Black Canry is going to have to stay behind to keep the city safe and I'll need back up. Since I don't quite trust you to do her job you'll be coming with me." He explains as he unlocks the door to the cage.

A/N: here it is! The long awaited next chapter. I kind of sorta lost a lot of inspiration and motivation after I lost my grandfather this past November and once my ideas came back they were in the form of two new AU ideas instead of a new chapter for this. So be sure to look out for 'Heaven's New Arrival' and 'Island Hounds' in the future. The latter also includes Robert as well. Also follow my tumblr- trippin-over-my-fandoms (Call Me Liz) for more updates in those.

Also since its been so long since I updated I had to skim over the last chapter and just holy crap. The amount of typos is nuts. I'm going to have to rewrite this when its "finished". The lack of detail sometimes also kills me. Like in the first few chapters so I'm gonna try and pick up some slack.

See y'all in the next chapter coming soon! Thank you for your patience!