So um hi everyone!
This is my first fic and i'm trying to improve writing stories so please don't be to harsh and leave your honest opinion.
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Was all that was being heard at 3 am, Felicity hitting the boxning sack repeately.
After the whole Sara and Oliver spectacel, and the fact that she had been shot. Her first scar, well not really her first but the one she felt proud of.
She usually now spent half of her nights boxing it seemed to be the only thing that could get her mind out things. Who knew it would feel so good to hit something.
Things hadn't been the same since that one fataful night when she saw Oliver and Sara soundly sleeping on the couch.
Oliver clearly didn't know that she saw them that night.
Diggle knew something was wrong and it wasn't until they told Felicity and Diggle that they were together, that he put two and two together.
She just wanted to feel a part of the group, but the thruth is that she didn't feel like she had a part in his life anymore, and most of all she missed her friend.
She hit one last punch and lke clockwork the computers beeped.
She took off her cloves and walked straight ahead to see what happend.
The facial regionazion came through and showed a low life arms dealer, that they'd been tracking down for the past week, sending Oliver the information and setting her bluetooth in her ear she began giving directions.
But what they didn't know what was lurking in the shadows.
"FELICITY" came from behind..
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YOU ALMOST GOT SARA KILLED" Oliver roared coming down the stairs with Sara following him.
"Excuse ME" Felicity said chocked while spinning around in her chair facing Oliver who had now reached her.
"You almost got her rammed into a full SCP force"
"OLIVER"
"I think she is more than capable of taking care of her self isn't that what you told me..."
"And things happen nothings certain you of all people should know that."
"It's fine Felicity nothing happend right?" Sara said stepping in after seeing Oliver and Felicity face to face.
Neither which were going to step down, and it looked like they were going to rip each other to shreds if no one stepped in.
Felicity had had enough "You know what you can come and find me when you get your head out of your ass.
"EXCUSE ME" Oliver roared out
She turned, grabbed her coat and bag and walked straight past everyone ignoring everything.
Felicity had gone straight home to her small but homey apartment, it was small in maybe not the bestest of the best part of the city but she felt like home there.
She immediatley opended a bottle of wine and sat down on to the moderatley sized red couch with way to many pillows wih the tv on ready to spend a night with her beloved Doctor Who,
whom she missed way to much.
"Why am i never the one" She said out loud to herself.
It seemed like she never was the one, never always the second best, second choice. It had followed her, her entire life.
She isn't the weak one not after everything in her life, not now. She knows she's good at computers, but there has always been that gnagging thought that she wanted to be more not just the it girl.
It's about time she finds herself.
She jumps out of the couch it's about time she changes that.
Rushes to her bedroom pulling out her weekend bag throwing in some clothes no dresses just leggins and tops...
After a while of researching she found the thing she wanted. And recorded a quick video message to the team... left her tablet and phone on the table in front of the couch and
grabbed her bag and closed the door behind her...