So, we've reached the end of this story. I would just like to thank everyone for their support.

And Happy Mother's day as well everyone.

League hideout

Night

"Thank you John, I owed you one." Oliver said as he walked Constantine to the elevator.

"I believe I owed you one mate." Constantine pointed out and Oliver chuckled.

"How about anytime, anywhere you need help, I'll be there?" Oliver suggested.

"Sounds good to me mate," Constantine stopped in front of the elevator, turning to Oliver, "Tommy's not out of the woods yet. There's not an easy road ahead of him."

"Redemption never is," Oliver noted as he held out a hand to Constantine, "Thanks for your help John."

"It was no problem mate." Constantine said as he shook Oliver's hand.

Oliver then watched as Constantine got on the elevator and, as the doors closed on Constantine, felt someone walk up behind him. Oliver turned around to see Slade standing behind him. Slade had not really spoken much since they returned, not that Oliver could blame him. When the League had tried to round up the remaining prisoners, to hand over to Argus, they had found Joe was gone. Seeing as Nylander had not been in the final battle, Slade suspected Nylander had helped Joe make his escape.

"So, Mr. Merlyn is sane once more?" Slade questioned.

"Yeah, he's a little shaken up but he's fine." Oliver said and Slade smiled slightly.

"I'm glad. At least some good came out of all this." Slade sighed and Oliver eyed him in concern.

"Slade…what happened with Joe?" Oliver asked slowly.

"He saw me kill…before the Mirakuru, before Deathstroke," Slade clarified and Oliver took a moment to process this, "He followed in my path Oliver."

"As the world's leading expert in blaming yourself, don't. It doesn't help." Oliver told him.

"But I do. Never give up on family, I learned that from you. A piece of advice kid: Do right by your boy before you leave." Slade said and Oliver frowned.

"You sound like you won't be here to see that." Oliver noted and Slade nodded.

"Because I'm not. I have to keep searching for my son. Both of them. I can't give up." Slade told him and Oliver nodded in understanding.

"And I take it you're going with him." Oliver turned his head to see Helena walk over, two duffle bags in her hands.

"I am." Helena nodded as she reached them.

"You gave me a second chance kid, us a second chance," Slade said as he looked over at his lover before returning to Oliver, "And I have to use that to find my sons."

"If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Oliver said as he held out his hand to Slade.

"That goes both ways kid," Slade said as he shook Oliver's hand, "Thank you, for everything."

Oliver remembers that later as he stared out the window, looking out at the city. He feels two arms wrap around him from behind and relaxed slightly, barely noticeable really, as Nyssa lay her head on his shoulder.

"Thinking about Slade?" She inquired.

"It's funny, two years ago, I wanted to kill him…and now I miss him being here." Oliver said wistfully.

"That is not all that is on your mind. You are thinking about William." Nyssa noted and Oliver nodded.

"Slade told me to do right by him…and there's only one way to do that." Oliver said as he took out a pill, given to him by Tatsu before she and Ray had left once more, to join these so called Legends.

The next day, Oliver sat across from his son, who eyed him wearily. Samantha sat next to him, picking up on the tension between Oliver and William.

"I'm not calling you dad." William said and Oliver smiled tightly.

"You shouldn't," Oliver agreed, to the surprise of William and Samantha, "I haven't earned that right. A father should be there for his child every day to make sure that they feel loved and that they feel safe. And a child should be able to rely on their father, to be able to go to him for guidance and reassurance. I have failed to do that for you."

"That wasn't your fault, it was mine." Samantha said, her insides churning with guilt.

"You made a decision to protect our son, I don't blame you for that," Oliver said before Nyssa walked over, carrying a tray of tea cups, "Let's discus this over tea."

Nyssa sat down the cups in front of them, giving Oliver the barest nod before leaving. Oliver and Samantha picked up their cups and took a sip, but William simply stared at Oliver.

"Why didn't you try to be in life after you found out about me?" William demanded.

"You know why. I was afraid if I was in your life, my enemies would come after you. And my fears were justified obviously, considering what happened." Oliver explained, anxiously waiting for William to drink his tea.

Which William did, obviously trying to process the information being dumped on him. William took a big gulp of Tea before putting it back on the table. Suddenly, he slumped back, out cold.

"You're sure he'll be okay?" Samantha asked, looking at her son worriedly.

"I was assured by someone I trust that there would be no side-effects aside from a possible headache." Oliver assured her.

"And he won't remember…anything?" Samantha asked uncertainly.

"No kidnapping, no finding out I'm his father, nothing. For him, it will be like the last three days haven't happened. Take him home, no one else will ever find put about him. I swear." Oliver promised.

"Oliver…I know how hard this must be for you. I'm sorry." Samantha said and Oliver was determined to push the feeling of pain down.

"It's just how it is." Oliver said blankly as he got to his feet and walked away.

Tommy had been locked in a room he had refused to come out of since Constantine had left. Thea and Laurel had both knocked on the door, trying to get him to come out, but he ignored them. He didn't deserve their pity or compassion, he was a monster. Three years ago, he had judged Oliver for the lives he had taken, but now he was worse than Oliver had ever been.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Tommy jumped.

"We need to talk." Oliver said as he walked in after having kicked the door in.

"Nothing you can say to me is anything I haven't already said to myself." Tommy said glumly, holding the stump where his hand had once been as he slumped into the wall.

"There's one thing," Oliver said as he sat next to Tommy, "it wasn't your fault. It was Malcolm's."

"How can you say that after everything I did?" Tommy demanded as he turned to look at Oliver incredulously.

"Because it wasn't you. You were dead. Malcolm brought you back to life; Malcolm had a novice Shaman bring your soul back. Anything that happened after that is on him, not you. It wasn't you who did all those things." Oliver told him.

"But I still did them." Tommy said in self-loathing.

"And you think staying here, isolating yourself is gonna make up for that?" Oliver asked and Tommy looked away. "You feel like you have to atone for something, fine. But punishing yourself isn't gonna help. Find another way."

"And how do I do that?" Tommy snapped and Oliver was silent for a few moments.

"Get up," Oliver said as he got to his feet, Tommy looking up at him in confusion, "I wanna show you something."

Former Arrow lair

Late morning

"What is this place Ollie? And what are we doing here?" Tommy asked as Oliver led him through the dusty lair.

"After I led everyone to believe I was dead, this is where Diggle, Felicity, and Laurel set up shop. And this is why we're here." Oliver said as he led Tommy over to a large mass covered by a sheet.

Tommy watched as Oliver yanked the sheet off to reveal what was underneath. It was a glass case that held a suit eerily similar to Oliver's Arrow suit, except it was a lot greener and had no sleeves.

"Back when we were fighting against the League, a friend of mine made this for me," Oliver began, "But by the time it was finished, I was undercover within the League, so I never had a chance to put it on. So I was thinking maybe you would."

"…What?" Tommy asked surprised.

"I'm gonna leave soon, head back to Nanda Parbat. I came here for Damien Darhk and I stayed for Prometheus," Oliver explained, "Thea and Roy are coming with me and Nyssa. Laurel can't protect this city on her own. If you wanna atone for what you did as Prometheus, do it as the man in the Green Hood."

"I'll admit, it's a tempting offer. But one problem." Tommy said as he held up his handless arm.

"We have a way around that," Oliver assured him as he walked over to Tommy and put a hand on his shoulder, "I think it's time we leave the past in the past and look to the future."

League hideout, a few days later

Morning

"How's the new hand coming?" Oliver asked Tommy as he packed his bags.

"Well, it's a little weird, but it'll do," Tommy said, wigging the fingers of his robotic hand, "No less than I deserve."

"Tommy-" Oliver began.

"I know I know, blaming myself won't help. I'm working on that," Tommy promised before shifting nervously, "Look, Ollie…I promise, I'll make you proud."

"What I think of you won't matte nearly as much as what you think of yourself," Oliver told him and Tommy nodded, "what you said about Malcolm…is it true?"

"About him being your father?" Tommy asked and Oliver nodded. "I don't know. He had no reason to lie to me, considering we were partners at the time, but everything he said was half a lie. The only way to know for sure would be a DNA test."

"I don't need one," Oliver said after a moment, "regardless or who my biological father is, my dad is Robert Queen. He raised me; he loved me, the same way he did Thea even though he knew she wasn't his. I know all I need to know."

Not long after, Oliver and Tommy walked out to the sitting room, where the others were waiting for them. Nyssa, Thea, and Roy stood ready, bags thrown over their shoulders as the Lances stood with them.

"Everything ready?" Oliver questioned and got three nods in response.

"So…guess this is goodbye." Quentin said surprised at the feeling of loss that settled over him.

"Not goodbye," Roy disagreed, "more like a…until then."

"Until then." Oliver agreed.

"Don't be a stranger now." Laurel said as she walked over and hugged Oliver tightly.

"You either," Oliver pulled her close before whispering in her ear, so lowly that no one else could hear, "look out for him, will you?"

"Always." Laurel agreed before they let each other go.

"A year ago, I hated you," Quentin noted as he walked up to Oliver, "And now…"

"And now, things have changed," Oliver said as he held out a hand to Quentin, "Thank you Captain, for everything."

"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you." Quentin said as they shook hands.

"If any of you ever need anything, we're just a phone call away." Oliver said as he looked around at Quentin, Laurel, and Tommy.

After they had left, Tommy was down in the lair, staring at the suit in the case he and Oliver had moved to the lair in the building. Laurel and Quentin walked up next to him, looking at the suit as well.

"You okay?" Laurel asked her ex-boyfriend quietly and Tommy smiled thinly.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be oaky again," Tommy laughed humorlessly, "I know in my head it wasn't me who did all those things-"

"But your heart is another story," Quentin finished and Tommy nodded, "I'm not saying it's gonna be easy…but you're a good person Tommy. You'll learn how to live with it."

"Yeah…and I know just how to start." Tommy said as he eyed the suit thoughtfully.

Star City

Afternoon

"A year ago, The Arrow died, but what he stood for didn't," All across the city, every TV, cell phone, and laptop was suddenly filled with the video of a man in a green hood dressed in a suit very similar to the Arrow's "It lived on in those who took up his mantle. Who believed that there must always be people to fight for this city. Tonight, I am declaring my intention to stand with them. I will fight for this city until my last breath if I must. I am…The Green Arrow."

Plane, en route to Nanda Parbat

Slightly later

Oliver, in the pilot seat, chuckled as he saw the video, remembering his conversation with Malcolm about a codename three years earlier at Charismas.

"Something funny?" Nyssa asked confused from her place in the co-pilot's seat.

"Inside joke. I'll tell you later." Oliver promised.

Oliver looked over his shoulder, looking back to his sister and Roy. Both were asleep, Thea's head on his shoulder as Roy had his arm wrapped protectively around her. Oliver smiled before turning his head back to the windshield.

"You wanna hear something strange? I'm happy." Oliver declared.

Now, the reason I included Slade's season six Arc here was not only because it has been the only thing in season six I have liked. I did it because it gave Slade something no other character in the Arrowverse is likely to ever get: A proper ending to his character. Slade's ending perfectly fits who he has become over five years as well as honoring who he was when we first met him in season one. No other character is likely to get such a sendoff because the writers are all going to be worried about keeping the shows going and character like Cisco, Sara, and Alex are the biggest money makers and will draw the most ratings.

Since the writers once again wasted a great storyline in the show by having Green Arrow Tommy be Christopher Chance rather than Earth-2 Tommy, I can make Tommy Green Arrow here.

The I'm happy line was originally supposed to be used at the end of season five when the plans were first drawn up, but since Guggie rushed Oliver's journey, it ended up being used in season three.