Oliver Queen sat on the living room sofa, glass of red wine in hand, staring thoughtfully into the crackling fire. He could hear Thea moving around upstairs.
Having just said goodnight to Diggle, he wondered where Felicity might be this evening. The cold weather had everyone bundled up, visiting family. Oliver flexed a sore hand, looking at the bruising on the back, and resigned himself to being alone.
A whoosh fluttered the flames and scattered magazines around the room. He knew without looking up who it was: Barry Allen.
"Hello Barry," Oliver said in his deadpan tone.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Ollie!" Barry flashed his grin, rubbing his hands together in front of the fire.
"Why are you here?" Oliver was not in a mood for visitors, other than a specific one or two.
"Right. Right to the point then. We've got trouble in Central City, and I can't handle it on my own. I need your help. Plus, it'll be great teaming up again!" Barry had turned to face Oliver, leaning slightly forward on his left foot, as he often did when talking seriously.
"It's Thanksgiving Barry. What could possibly be so bad that The Flash can't handle it alone AND would have to take me away on a holiday?"
"It's not like you are busy, Ollie." Oliver stared a moment before nodding in exasperated agreement. "Anyway, it's a new metahuman...Cisco's calling him Crossover."
"And what can Crossover do?"
"We don't know how, but he's somehow melded two universes together than never should have met. And how I have 13 'heroes' holed up in Star Labs and I can't tell who's actually good and who's really evil. You've gotta help me Ollie." Barry ran a hand along the back of his head.
Oliver looked back at his wine glass, then sighed. "Fine. Let's go."
Day 1 begins now!
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