Hi!
Just a few notes:
This story is COMPLETE. I'm correcting it, so I'll post the chapters according to that.
I apologize for any errors you might find, English is not my first language.
This story was inspired by the novel "The mountain between us" by Charles Martin
I'd love to read your thoughts and suggestions. Just please be kind.
Happy reading!
This was bad.
That was the first thought passing through Oliver's mind as soon as he regained consciousness. He was still secured to the airplane's sit, his head hanging down.
He blinked once. Dark.
Blinked twice. Still dark.
The third time he finally managed to open his eyes, and the fog dissipated slowly.
The first thing he saw was white. Everywhere. Paradise, maybe? The pain in his chest told him ptherwise.
Snow.
Then his eyes landed on the pilot. Dead.
And just like that, his mind went blank. Panic filled him.
Felicity.
He looked around frantically, the central part of the airplane was almost intact, but the tail was gone. No no no. Felicity was nowhere to be seen.
He needed to move, make sure she was still with him. Alive.
He fought with the seat's belt, until finally he broke himself free. Coughing loudly, he fell down on the snow that already covered most part of the place. How much time had passed? A sharp pain in his chest made him lose his breath again. Broken ribs. Great.
He inhaled deeply, and then he dragged himself outside.
They crashed on the top of a friggin mountain.
He scanned the snow quickly and finally, he saw her.
Blonde hair spread on the snow ten feet from him…she was almost completely cover with it. Forgetting about his ribs, he ran to her and fell on his knees next to her body, gasping.
Felicity was pale like a ghost, lips blue. He placed two fingers on her neck, praying. When he felt her strong pulse, a sound of relief escaped his mouth. He placed his hands on her head, her neck, then her shoulders, and he froze. Her right arm was broken above the elbow, the bone in a weird angle.
Damn it.
He froze again when he reached her left knee. It was swollen and warm.
The broken arm was a problem. A big one. He had to put the bone back in place.
Making a quick check of his surroundings he knew the plane was their best cover from the snow and the cold, at least for now.
He put one arm under her back ad another under her knees.
Thank God she was unconscious, because every movement was painful for both of them. He forced himself to move fast, and once they were back inside the wreckage he laid her down carefully.
He looked at the airplane again; their luggage were gone, so all that they had left were their personal bags.
He focused back on her arm. To move the bone back in place he needed to pull very hard, so he took off her winter jacket, studying the better angle to doing it. When he placed his hand on her arm, ready to pull, she blinked her eyes open.
"Oliver?"
"Damn it, Felicity. Couldn't you remain unconscious for a little longer?" he said, brushing his palm on the soft, cold skin of her cheek.
"What happened? What did I miss?" She asked, a pained little smile on her face.
He almost laughed at her incredible spirit.
"Oh, not much. You can check 'plane crash' off your bucket list."
"Great. Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"My arm hurts...very much."
"It's broken. I need to put the bone back in place but-" She interrupted him. "It's going to hurt like hell?" He looked at her with sad eyes. "Yeah."
"Well, we can't leave it like that, right?" She breathed heavily.
"No."
"Do it."
He nodded, positioning himself with his hands on her arm and his feet planted on the wall behind her back for leverage. His ribs hurt. He looked at her.
"Ready?"
She nodded, closing her eyes.
He pulled.
The scream of pain reverberated through the silence of the place, and right into his chest.
Then she was unconscious again. Oliver wiped away her tears, gently placing her arm on her chest. He searched in his pack the old shirt he usually used to work out, and he ripped it apart to wrap it around her arm.
He knew Felicity too well, so when he found in her bag a first aid kit, he wasn't surprised. He took care of the few cuts on her neck and face and by the time he was done his ribs were giving him big problems breathing. So he secured her arm to her neck, before collapsing beside her.
When he regained consciousness again, it was dark outside. He lighted his watch; it was almost one in the morning.
He turned his head to Felicity and found her awake, staring out of the airplane. He took her hand and squeezed it. She looked at him.
"You're hurt."
His look of surprise made her rolling her eyes.
"I have X-Ray sight."
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "You're breathing like you have a brick pressing on your chest…I'm guessing, two ribs?"
"Three."
"Should you be moving?" she asked, concerned.
"Don't worry about me."
"Worrying is my job. And we just survived a plane crash in the middle of nowhere, so I'm totally justified." He sighed and moved to sit upright.
"Oliver…I have two question."
He turned to look at her. "Go."
"Okay. Is he dead?" She pointed to the pilot. Oliver passed a hand to his face. "Yes. I think he had an heart attack and that's why we're here. I don't think he suffered."
She closed her eyes, a tear running down her cheek. He wiped it away with his finger.
"The second thing?" he asked, trying to focus her attention away from the dead body a few feet away.
"Right. Is my arm bleeding?"
He immediately moved to check her broken arm but she stopped him. "The other one."
He looked over and saw the blood soaking her pullover. With his knife, he cut the fabric.
"I didn't see it before. It's deep, you need stitches."
"I hate needles." her voice was small and inclined in fear.
"I know. But it's too deep. I'll be quick, I promise."
She flinched a few times, but stayed silent with her eyes closed. When he was done, he bandaged it and then looked at her, making her open her eyes.
"What else hurts?" He asked, caressing her cheek.
"Him." she answered nodding at the pilot. He smiled. "What else?"
"The heart."
His hand brushed a lock of blonde hair away from her face.
"Physically or emotionally?"
"This is officially: The Worst Day Ever." She answered instead.
He chuckled. "Thank God for your sense of humor, but seriously Felicity, where does it hurt?"
She sighed. "Everything hurts right now. My arm, my knee, my neck, my head. Everything."
"Your knee is swollen, probably you hit a rock when we crashed down, that's why I found you outside. It's going to hurt for a while. The biggest problem is your arm. We have to keep it as still as possible."
"I'm cold." She shivered. "I packed two winter blankets…" He found them and placed both on top of her. Felicity looked at him. "And you?"
He squeezed her hand. "I'll go outside for moment."
When he saw the trace of fear in her eyes, he added. "I'm right outside, talk to me."
He stepped out of the wreckage.
"What do you see?" She asked from the airplane.
Trees, snow…more trees, more snow. Basically…nothing. No sign of civilization or lights. They probably crashed on a hill, on the top of a forest, God knows where.
"Hmm…"
"Don't 'sweeten the pill' with me…I can take it."
He inhaled deeply. "You're going to love it. The view is amazing. There's a city not even a mile from us, lights, and I can see a Starbucks's sign from here. I also found a GPS phone in the snow, I already called the hospital, they're on their way."
Silence.
Then her small voice filled his ears.
"Oh thank God! I was worried you would tell me that there's nothing but trees and snow and that we are kilometers from any kind of civilization. Now I can rest easy."
He smiled.
"I'm going to check around here, be right back."
"Since you're out, can you bring me a cheeseburger with fries and a slice of cake?"
"Chocolate?" He shouted back.
"Like you need to ask."
He chuckled.
About an half an hour later, he came back to the airplane, sitting beside her.
"So, I have a bad news and a good one. Which one first?" He asked, taking the cup in his bag and pouring inside a bunch of snow to melt. At least they had plenty of water.
"The good one." She murmured, drinking the ice cold liquid.
"I know what we have to do." He filled the cup again, waiting for the snow to melt.
"What?"
"We need to move. I saw a few rivers that from here ran down to the valley. The more we go down, the more chance we'll have to find roads or at least some sign of civilization. I think we arrived in Russia, but we crashed on a mountain much more high and north than planned."
Felicity was watching him intensely. "And the bad news?"
He breathed heavily, leaning his back against the wall. "I don't know how much high or north we are…It can be only few kilometers from a village, a little city, or…"
"Or we crashed in some deserted Russian forest in the middle of winter, where there's no civilization, no Wi-Fi, but only scary big animals and a lot of snow." She interrupted him, raising her blue eyes to his.
"Pretty much."
"But when we crashed the GPS of the plane should have send our location-"
"You mean the GPS scattered in tiny little pieces spread all over the plane?"
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I packed all of my tech in my suitcase-" She stopped herself, scanning the wreckage briefly.
"- which it isn't here…so, I assume it landed somewhere in this forest, and now a bear is feeding himself with my babies."
"I don't think tablets and computers are a bear's favorite meal."
"The point is, we have no way to contact anyone. Do you think John is going to find us?"
Diggle was home with his seven months pregnant wife, like he was supposed to. The trip to Russia had been planned for weeks and it couldn't be skipped. It was supposed to be a quick stay to secure the association of Queen Consolidated with an independent company. And a night meeting with Anatoly and the Bratva.
They were alone.
But he thought it twice before saying it out loud. There was only so much she could take right now.
He opened his eyes, kneeling beside her.
"Look, one problem at the time. As soon as we move from here, we'll have a better idea of where we are, and we can figure it out a way to get home. Okay?"
She nodded silently.
"I need to look at your arm." He removed the blankets away from her, and released her arm from her chest. He placed his hands on her skin. It was swollen, warm, and blue and green colored her skin.
"You're hands are cold." She whispered looking at him, and their eyes met.
"Sorry. When we'll move, it's going to hurt like hell and I can't do nothing about it, only secured it to your neck as tight as possible."
"I know." She squeezed his hand. He leaned his other hand to her face, stroking her cheek. "Rest, we leave in the morning." She nodded and he kissed her forehead.
Felicity closed her eyes, while Oliver put the blankets back on her body. He sat beside her, packing all their things for the next day: med kit, a lighter he had found on the pilot, two cups, a couple of snacks Felicity had took for the flight, some dry clothes, a knife and some other things.
Thank God they left Starling City wearing winter clothes.
He turned to face the woman beside him and he found her already asleep.
He watched her intensely, mapping all of the bruises and the cuts. Pain was clear in her features.
Three years had passed and she didn't fail to surprised him every day. They've been through hell…Merlin, Slade the Glades and a lot more. This was probably the cherry on the cake. A few months back he decided that he wanted to live, to give it a shot; so he asked her to dinner because, why not? He loved her. He even told her so. But when his life almost killed her again…He pulled back, pushing her away. And he knew that he had hurt her.
So now they didn't talk about it, at all. It was a silent agreement between them, both knowing their feelings, both keeping them silent.
He laid beside her holding her hand in his, and almost instantly he succumbed to oblivion.