Actually, It Doesn't (Felicity & Oliver Arrow Fan Fiction)

by Westernlaura

Events take place after Season 3 Mid-Season Finale, approximately six months after Oliver is brought back from his encounter with Ra's Al Ghul (alive). Oliver and Felicity are now trapped on Lian Yu after a routine mission goes haywire. Felicity hasn't seen Oliver in two weeks. Will she ever see him again? What will it mean for her and for them if she can save them both?

1. Chapter 1

Actually It Doesn't

-CW's Arrow- Olicity FF by WesternLaura

*Events take place after Season 3 Mid-Season Finale*

(Fictional characters borrowed from DC Comics

All rights to their respective owners)

Chapter One

Felicity's POV

Oliver Queen is alive. How many times did I see that news clip? Hear that newscaster's rush of excitement fall off to staccato fact. Oliver Queen. Is. Alive. So what? I mean, it was a cool story and everything, but big deal. He meant nothing to me then, almost four years ago. Just a name, a myth even. Someone to ogle or laugh at, depending on the latest antics, through the unreality of reality TV.

Now, he isn't nothing. He is everything. Ok, maybe not everything. I'm feminist enough not to cave that far. But he is definitely 80 to 85% of why I get up in the morning. I would give up everything except him to hear a new version of that original proclamation. No more computer, no more tech devices of any kind. I'd give up my daily dose of my favorite coffee to hear that Oliver was alive, just one more time.

Now, many of you may think that I'd be used to this by now. Oliver was dead at least 8 times since I've known him. Nine, if you count when I almost killed him when we were training. But I didn't, so we will say eight times. When Ra's Al Ghul stabbed him with a sword (seriously, with a sword) and shoved him off a cliff, I thought he was done. That we were done. But we weren't done and he came back. He always comes back. To me, I mean.

This time felt final. I should have never let him come back to this place. This island. Although, I don't know if we should call it a true island. When I hear the word island, I think the sun, beach, and drinks. Your typical margaritaville situation. This place was hell, to him and now to me. It is beyond cold here. The sharp rocks, freezing ocean, and lack of wifi would normally be enough to cross Lian Yu off my vacation destination shortlist. Then Oliver started marooning people in the prison here and the island was added to my no-go list. Actually, it is the only place on my no-go list.

Oliver is the love of my life. I know I said before that I'm a feminist and I'm totally fine with all that implies. Equal rights, independence for women, all of that. But right now, I don't know how I can make it without him. I can't even got off this island by myself. Not that I would anyway without him. Leave him here? No way.

When he told me of his plan to come here, I understood. I could say something expected like that I thought he was crazy, but I didn't. Made sense to me. He needed to figure out how these truly crazy people escaped from what was supposed to be an inescapable prison. Oliver did cross into crazytown when he suggested I go with him. I remember that conversation very clearly.

"Felicity, I need you to go with me," Oliver said. Just matter of fact like that.

"Uh, no," I replied. "I make it a habit not to visit felons". At that, Oliver raised his eyebrows in that way he does, like he's questioning whether I remember his after work job isn't entirely legal.

"Besides you, I mean," I clarified. "Not that I think of you like a felon. I don't. Just a criminal. But a good one. Not a good criminal, that implies that you are good at being a criminal. Which you are." I sighed, heavily, and tried to regroup. "What I mean to say, is that you are a good-hearted law breaker." There, that was better. I thought that maybe he was trying to trip me up, just to hear me babble.

"What's wrong? You've been to Lian Yu before." Oliver reasoned.

"True, very true," I conceded, "but it wasn't the dead of winter there. And the crazy people were behind a very safe number of bars."

"Felicity, you and Digg spent three years telling me that I needed to ask for help. That I needed to rely on my team. Now I'm telling you that I need you and you don't want to go because its cold?" he is half-smiling, but there is something behind his eyes, just for a second. Disappointment, maybe?

"What he means, Felicity, is that you need to man-up," Digg said from across the room. I didn't even hear him come into the foundry. Typical. "Or maybe he just wants to be alone with you".

"Digg!" I cried. "What?" I peeked at Oliver, that look again. Really, Digg just likes to stir up stuff, see what Oliver does. Oliver didn't say anything.

"As a woman, I should be offended by that statement, or both of those," I said, "Or maybe not. Point taken though". I took a deep breath. It was Oliver's eyes, not the manning-up comment, that put us in this mess. "I'll go."

That little exchange was 37 days ago. 37 days since we landed on this island. Crap. The last time I saw Oliver was 13 days ago. Double-crap. In addition to my intense caffeine withdrawal headache, I had a pit in my stomach.

A pit that was growing into a painful warning sign that Oliver wasn't going to be able to pull off a miracle rescue this time.