A/N: I do not own Arrow or the characters, any mistakes are mine. This is my first fanfic I hope you enjoy, please follow and favourite and feedback is welcome.
Pressing herself against the cold, damp wall Felicity silently looked into the night. The distant sound of traffic rushing by and the excited chatter in the air made the night seem alive. Felicity cautiously watched a couple who had obviously had one too many drinks, stagger across the road falling into one another's arms. The sight brought a dull ache to Felicity, she wished she had someone like that, someone to catch her when she fell or even just to ask her how her day was. Sighing, she checked up and down the road and when all seemed clear she sneaked up to the torn fence, and slipped through. She glanced behind her to the empty streets but there was not a soul in sight so she snuck into the broken door on the side of the abandoned building. Felicity followed the maze of rotten corridors and recognised the familiar damp scent. Letting out a heavy sigh, she clambered down what was left of a flight of stone stairs and let out a faint smile; Home, sweet home.
The dim lantern made a pathetic attempt at lighting up the dull room. Felicity lay down on top of her fraying sleeping bag and shivered as the iciness of the stone floor seeped through. She watched the grey droplets of water trickle down the worn out walls and pulled yet another blanket on top of her shivering body. Her stomach growled loudly at her as she pulled out the remains of a sandwich and began to munch on the soggy bread. Felicity hated stealing but the sandwich was the last of her haul and she knew she had no other choice, she was too frightened to go back home. The image of her father formed in her mind, standing over her with a sick smile playing on his face as he wiped his blood stained hands down his denim jeans. Taking a deep breath, Felicity exhaled shakily and tried to drive away the tears. The air in the room began to thin and her hands became soaked in sweat. She tried gasping for air but there was none, her body was tied to the ground, paralyzed. She covered her face in her trembling hands as a sea of panic overtook her. The sudden sound of voices above shook her from her panicked state. This place should be empty. Why were they here? How had they found her? The frightened thoughts ran through Felicity's mind. Tears rolled freely down her face as she scrunched her body into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible, sinking into the shadows. She had been so careful, how could they be here? The distinct sound of gunshots echoed off the walls and into the night. Felicity gulped, she was dead for sure.
Oliver threw himself to the floor, barely dodging the gunfire of the bullets cutting through the air. Rolling forward on to all fours he sprang up, facing his opponent. Grabbing a tuft of the masked man's oily hair, he smashed the man's face on to his knee, immediately knocking his opponent out cold. Spinning round he observed about twenty men all in distorted masks posed, their guns staring him in the eye. He was outnumbered. 'Digg, I'm in a bit of a situation here' Oliver mumbled.
'Sara and Roy are nearly done, just hold them off for a few more minutes' Diggs voice replied into his earpiece. Oliver twitched, they were taking too long and the masked men were making their way towards him. In a split second Oliver reached for an explosive arrow and felt the tension in his bow as he fired it into the wall. The explosion blew him off his feet and he immediately realised the mistake he had made. 'Oliver! What the hell did you do that for?' Digg shouted into his earpiece. Oliver picked himself up groggily, shaking off his disorientation. He looked around, his eyes focusing on the crushed bodies of the masked men buried deep under piles of crumbled stone from the walls. Diggs voice broke Oliver out of his trance; 'I have checked the building and the thermo-imaging equipment says there is someone directly below you.' Dismay sunk into him, what was another guard doing down there? How many more of them are there? Oliver's attention was quickly drawn to the rapidly spreading cracks in the walls. He gulped; the building was going to collapse.
Felicity snuck forward, frantically searching for a way out. The sharp sound of gunfire was growing louder and suddenly the building started to tremble. The noise of the explosion screamed at Felicity, piercing her eardrums. The force threw her into the wall behind. A sickening thump was heard as she crashed against the stone, her vision turning black.
Throwing his bow over his shoulder Oliver charged down the corridor, following Diggle's confusing directions until he found himself at a worn out door. Pulling the heavy door open, Oliver raced down the steps. He caught his breath suddenly, astonished at what he saw. The expected large, threatening figure of a masked man was replaced by an innocent girl. She lay under several fragments of stone and a thick layer of dust. Her bright blond hair lay tangled and stuck to her face. She was wearing tatty tracksuit bottoms sprinkled in dust and even though she only had on a plain strappy top, the way it clung to her body made the girl look tiny and fragile. Unsure on what to do, Oliver walked over to her hesitantly. Lifting off the small pieces of stone, he checked for a pulse. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, she was only unconscious. He didn't know why but the thought of losing this stranger filled him with pain. He brushed a perfect blond curl from her face and took in her rosy cheeks and crimson lips. His whole body tingled when his rough fingers brushed across her soft skin. Placing two arms underneath her, his arms sunk into the curves of her body, fitting perfectly. He lifted her delicate limp body and carried her back into the corridor, the sound of ceiling tiles crashing into the floor behind him, made him jump.
The light burned as Felicity tried to open her heavy eyelids, she had no idea where she was. The thick dust filled her lungs as she awoke in a panic. The first thing Felicity saw was a pair of ocean blue eyes looking at her with curiosity. Flecks of light danced across his eyes lighting up the man's face with colour. For a moment Felicity was transfixed, then her mind caught up with her and she flailed her arms about trying to escape from the strangers arms. She stood up quickly and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She stumbled, trying to blink it away and felt his hand on her shoulder helping to steady her. The cool breeze of the nights air gave her a chill, taking in her surroundings Felicity realised she was standing directly outside the ruins of the former building. She gasped, studying the man in front of her; 'No. No. No.' she mumbled, stumbling backwards away from him.
'I'm not going to hurt you, you are safe' His voice was softer than she had imagined and immediately felt her body relaxing. His vibrant green hood kept his face a secret to the world and his combat suit hugged his body perfectly. The realisation shook her, she had just been saved by the city's very own vigilante; The Arrow.
The Arrow looked towards the source of the laughter ringing throughout the night. Two figures left the building, the male muscular figure dressed in a fiery red hoodie and the other Felicity realised was The Canary. Seeing The Arrow distracted, Felicity started to run, the wind ran through her freely flowing hair and the icy, sharp wind cut her cheeks. She had only managed to run a few metres before The Arrow easily caught up. 'Hey, what are you doing? Wait.' She felt his strong hand tighten on her arm, pulling her backwards. Felicity filled with terror; 'I'm really sorry. Please. I won't tell anyone. Just please let me go.' A high-pitched version of herself squeaked.
'Don't worry, I just wanted to see if you were hurt. Are you alright?' A look of disbelief filled Felicity, his voice seemed genuinely concerned she concluded, maybe she wasn't in danger. 'I.. umm.. Yeh. I'm fine thanks. I .. urrr.. I just thought you were going to .. ummm never mind. No, it doesn't matter.' Felicity stuttered. 'Ummm look thank you Mr ummm Arrow if that is what I can call you. I don't really know, I have only just met you. But then you already know that because you are standing right there in front of me.' The Arrow cleared his throat, fighting away a smile. 'Right, sorry. Anyway I just wanted to say thank you for saving my life and all, not that it really means much to you seeing as this is an every-day thing for you. Anyway I am going to go now, see I'm starting to walk away so umm thank you and good night? I don't really know what else to say' Felicity carried on babbling whilst walking away. She just met The Arrow, the fricken Arrow and all she could do is babble. Felicity face-palmed in shame and looked back at him. She saw a smile lighting up his whole face and immediately she felt warm inside. A reflection of light caught her out of the corner of her eye. Following it Felicity gasped, a figure on the rooftops was aiming a gun at The Arrow. She turned to warn him but he was distracted, still laughing at her babbling. Running on pure instinct, Felicity threw herself at The Arrow, knocking them both to the ground to avoid the gunfire. Her arm felt on fire, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. She clutched the pain tightly wishing for it to stop and found her hand covered in blood. The warm liquid was rapidly spreading on her top.
Sara and Roy charged over at the sight of the pair falling to the ground. Scanning the rooftops The Arrow quickly realised that the gunman had vanished and it would be too late to catch him. He cradled the brave girl in his arms trying to sooth the pain. 'Call an ambulance, now!' He shouted at Roy, he couldn't let anything happen to this girl. 'No. No please don't' Felicity mumbled through gritted teeth. 'Please he can't know I am here. No you can't. They can't know I am alive, please promise me you won't take me to hospital' panic started to rise in her voice as she looked up at the man cradling her with pleading eyes. Seeing the fear in her helpless eyes, The Arrow looked up towards the sky and vowed he would regret this. But by the time he looked down towards her, her sparkling blue eyes were shut and she had fallen unconscious once again.
A/N: I have been wanting to write an olicity fanfiction for a while now so please let me know if this is worth continuing.