*at his place*
I walk over to Oliver's mini bar, grabbing a glass and pouring some champagne in it. I walk back over to him, sighing.
"Here," I say, handing Oliver a the glass.
"Thanks," he sighs, quietly, taking it from me. He takes a sip of it, as he stares into the glass.
"Are you okay? You've barely said two words to me, since we've been back," I sigh, taking a seat next to him.
"I'm fine," he replies, making me roll my eyes.
"Oliver, it's okay... You can talk to me. You can trust me," I sigh.
"In less than 24 hours... my two best friends from that Academy.. are dead... I don't know what to say or how to feel," he admits, looking at me.
"It's normal to be upset. You've saw awful things today. You can grief, you can rant, you can yell. I'm not gonna be mad... Just talk to me," I sigh.
"I don't really wanna talk about it... but thanks, Callie," he sighs, setting the glass down and standing up. "I will say... I don't think their deaths were freak accidents," he admits.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I think... somehow Lex killed them. I don't know how, but... I believe he had something to do with their deaths," Oliver admits.
"Oliver, come on. I'm not a huge fan of him either, but would he really do that?"
"I know what he was like back then. I've known him way longer than you. I know what he's capable of... Look, I really just wanna be alone right now."
"Okay. I'm gonna head home. Just... don't beat yourself up too much," I say, standing up. I stand on my tippy toes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He glances at me, before I walk towards the elevator. I look back at him to see him staring at his glass of champagne again.
I sigh, before stepping into the elevator.
*the next day*
Clark and I walk into Oliver's loft, and I hear music playing softly. We walk toward the large glass clock, and I see that it's open. I watch as he shoots an arrow, and Clark, in a swift motion, catches it. Oliver opens his eyes, speaking. "Clark, Callie. I was wondering if my security system would keep people like you out."
"Looks like you need an upgrade," Clark shrugs, walking toward him.
"Or you need to learn how to knock. It's okay. You know what? You can keep that arrow. I've got a new one." He opens a case and takes the new arrow out. "I was thinking about developing a boxing-glove arrow and then I thought... "Come up with something a little fancier"," he explains, placing the arrow against the bow. He raises his bow, pulling back on the string. He shoots it, and a strange blue pulse shoots out of it, knocking the music off. "Contained electromagnetic pulse. Knocks out everything electrical in an 8-foot radius. Cameras, laser-systems, pacemakers. The last one was a joke, Clark."
"I'm laughing on the inside," Clark assures him.
"Maybe we'll get lucky one day, and it'll bubble to the surface. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need to talk to you about Queen Industries. Their satellite grid."
"What about it?"
"My friend, Chloe, she's doing a story on the global effects of dark Thursday. She needs satellite images from that day. But none of them were working," Clark explains.
"Except mine."
"Now, how'd you manage that?"
"It's a trade secret. Tell you what... I'll give your friend Chloe the access codes to grid archive if you do one small thing for me."
"What would that be?"
"Help me figure out how Lex... caused the accidental death of two of my friends."
"You think Lex killed them," Clark questions.
"I've known Lex a lot longer than you, Clark. I've seen who he really is."
