Author's Note: This chapter is based on the promo for the winter finale and my version of what's happening in the forehead kiss scene. Happy reading!
Felicity skipped down the steps to the foundry quietly humming the song she'd just heard on the radio on her way in. Getting to the last step she found herself wiggling her hips to the beat until she realised that she wasn't alone.
"Um, I didn't realise you guys had come back," she muttered, embarrassed, to Roy, Oliver and Diggle who stood several feet from her their eyes trained on her.
The first thing she noticed was that something was severely wrong, indicated by the sombre atmosphere and fact that they didn't mock or look amused by the spectacle she'd made of herself. The second thing she noticed was the navy green overnight bag on the table. Swallowing hard she clutched the take away bag she'd picked up from Big Belly Burger and walked towards them her heels clicking against the foundry floor being the only sound filling the room.
"Who died?" she asked lightly closing her eyes firmly the moment the words escaped her lips the memory is Sara flashing through her mind. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," she whispered ditching the bag onto the table and approaching them.
"Oliver?" she repeated a little more apprehensively this time.
"I have to go away for a while," Oliver informs her factually his eyes fixating on hers coolly.
"Where are you going?" she asked narrowing her eyes as her hunger diminished and became replaced by the fear that had begun seeping through her veins. They'd received a message from Ra's a Al Gul stating that they had forty-eight hours to find Sara's killer or they'd begin murdering Starling City's citizen approximately fifteen hours ago. From that moment she'd known deep down that things were going to be changing.
"To find Ra's Al Gul," he responded the words sending her staggering back several steps.
"Are you insane?" she gasped her eyes flying to Diggle who wore an uptight expression, he was evidently as unhappy about this decision as she was.
"She's right man, this is downright suicidal!" Diggle chimed in the anxiety evident in his features.
"You heard what Nyssa said, in approximately thirty-three hours they're going to start mayhem that will lead to a blood-bath! He won't go back on his word unless I win the duel against him."
"Are you listening to yourself? Oliver, you going against the bad guys in this city is one thing but this is a duel with one of the most dangerous men that's ever walked the earth," she pleaded with him but taking in the way his jaw was set in determination she knew there'd be nothing she could do to talk him out of it.
"I have to do this," he told them firmly his eyes averted from hers. "This should buy us more time but keep an eye on everything just in case," he carried on directing the instructions at Roy and Diggle.
Felicity stalked away from them numbness spreading through her. This was typical Oliver, ready to sacrifice himself without so much as a second thought; and as that thought shot through her mind, she was unable to fight away the hint of anger she felt beneath all the fear. He was going to get himself killed and the thought of losing someone else she cared about sent waves of despair through her. As she watched Oliver say goodbye to Diggle and Roy she felt like she was in a daze.
Picking up the overnight bag from the table, Oliver slung it over his shoulder and approached her cautiously with an unreadable expression. She hated it when she couldn't tell what he was thinking, his experiences had made him a pro at hiding any distinguishable form of emotion.
"Hey," he said softly his eyes finding hers. "I'll come back."
"You can't promise me that," she replied throwing the words he'd previously said to her before a fight with Slade back at him.
His expression softened and he stepped closer to her until he was standing at such proximity she wondered if he could hear the way her heart raced in her chest.
"No I can't, but this is different. I didn't know what I was fighting for, now I do," he tells her gently pulling her into his arms in one swift movement. The feeling of security and safety washes over her and it takes her a split second before she finds herself wrapping her arms around him tightly; inhaling his familiar scent.
"I'll come back," he repeats again but this time quietly into her ear.
After a beat, he detached himself from her his eyes lingering on hers and as he momentarily flicked his gaze to her lips a conflicted look transpiring across his features, she knew he wanted to kiss her. The expression passed as quickly as it had come. His eyes find hers again and his hand cupped her elbow as he leaned in to brush his lips against her forehead. In another moment, he was gone taking the stairs of the foundry two at a time leaving her wondering whether it was the last time she would see and feel him.
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