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Oliver Queen’s eye lids slid up opening his vision blurry slowly coming into clarity as he stares up in to the sky and he floats in a white space.
Confusing as hell he comes to terms with his death his mind is like a Rolodex memory on to
memory and he envisions his past love lives.
The it came to a halt when he saw the two of them first a full
height Felicity stares back at him and he remembers their last conversation.
A fight before the war he has fallen to remembering her face
with love as the wedding ring slips off her finger and shatters on the ground.
Felicity blows him a kiss before she finally walks away in to the distance leaving him alone to his own thoughts and then it
happens like a speeding bullet.
Barry Allen now stood right in his face before him with bright, sexy and cool smile that could melt butter if he wanted swing along side to side.
Barry Allen removes his masks as he is face is now on display for Oliver who smirks a bit with
excitement and love consumes and overcomes him.
Barry taps behind the back of his ears as his Superhero outfit
breaks up in to particles fading away and he is now in his usual clothes.
He bits his lips walking closer to the bed he is at the edge of
it now holding on to bed post
and playing with it swinging it
as Oliver grows hard.
Oliver sits up with thoughts
of his friend laying next to him sucks his lips, kissing down his body and rubbing his down for so long.
Oliver moans a bit as the old fantasy runs his mind in to its
overdrive of Barry climbing on top of him and giving him the ride of his life.
“Oh My Goodness” Oliver is on high shouting his voice vibrate in the air bouncing on the wall
sending chills down his body and it’s his echo driving his ears crazy.
Oliver fell a sleep his eyes are drooping close, his head hit the pillow and his body descending through the floor and he floats above Barry’s body connecting to him.
Barry Allen is a strange young man about to wake up in odd situation today ripping off the
blanket and propelling upward on his bed with a simple thrust of his body.
He has a urge to go to Central City Museum of Flash artwork
he looks at his wife Iris West in
a burst of love but something in felt wrong as he kisses him.
slowly.
Barry speeds his molecules in to a frenzy as he races through his house hitting the shower in
a zig zag zoom motion and in to the closet he gets dress as
fast as he could.
Happily he exits the apartment running down the staircase he leaves out of the building not focusing on anything else and
it’s hilarious to see the building
complex vanish from existence.
He takes a detour through the streets, back alleys in to the area managing to sneak in
to the Museum he heads right
to the exhibition he dying to
see for a unknown reason.
“Barry! is that you?” A voice can be heard from the room.
“That voice it’s…it’s “ he thinks waltzing in to the room.
“Find the mirror” the voice says struggling.
“Oliver? Is that you ?” Barry ask knowing he is dead.
“I am here Barry” he swears to it.
“How can this be possible?” Barry asks shocking staring in to the mirror.
“I don’t know one minute I am dead and the next..” he places his hand on his head.
“You are here…impossible “ Barry wraps his arms on his one body.
“Barry look out…” Oliver Queen squeals like a pig.
“Finally we have you trapped “
Captain Cold shoots ice on to
the wall and kicks it open.
“We will be giving you hell and back.” The Mirror Master shot
mirrors surrounding him.
“Let’s play a game” The Top, and The Trickster throw toys
like kids in a bedroom as they
are exploding upon arrival.
“Let him go or you will answer to me.” Oliver screams as the beat of his heart races.
“You failed this city and the hero.” Leaping in to the air as
he crashes through the mirror
glass.
The Arrow places his mask on to his face, three arrows slip in between his quiver as they shot.
All three arrows hit the air aim at their targets they land with such precision and they are held down by multicolored nets and strung up waiting for the cops.
“Barry! Please be alright” he knelt next to him.
“I’m fine Oliver” he says taking his hand.
“Let’s go home Barry.” He helps him up and they jet away.
The end