A/N: Hi guys; I'm back! I was craving some Olicity and ended up with whatever this little multi-chap fic turned into. Hope you enjoy, please remember to review ;)
When he comes for her, it's quiet.
It's a Tuesday, and Curtis is in her office, going over the algorithm he's been working on for the board presentation in four months.
There's no fanfare, no uniformed men, no smoke and mirrors.
Damien Darhk just strolls right into her office in a crisp black suit, a little sly smile playing on his lips. He crooks his finger at her, and that's it. That's all it takes.
The king of ghosts leads her out of the office and into the dark.
/
Felicity calls him right after a strategy meeting. Oliver picks up and puts the phone on speaker so he can skim through his notes as he talks.
"I know, I said I would meet you at eleven-thirty, my meeting ran late-"
"Mr. Queen!"
The speaker on the other end of the phone isn't Felicity. It's Curtis. He's crying, babbling about Felicity, Felicity, something happened to Felicity.
"Curtis!" He may be yelling, he doesn't care, because why the fuck is Felicity's assistant calling him from her cellphone? "Just tell me what happened."
He can hear the other man sniff and let out a shuddery sigh. "She's gone, Mr. Queen."
It's like drowning again, the tightness in his chest as his lungs burn for air, his vision whiting out.
Felicity's gone.
/
"My sister would love one of those." The man standing next to her points to the bracelets laid out on the narrow folding table, the small Thai man behind it giving them a toothy smile.
The bracelets are simple but beautiful, stones woven with charms. Evil eyes for protection, the om sign (in Sanskrit and Tibetan) engraved for peace.
She doesn't remember a sister, or a brother for that matter. When she tries she only gets flashes, little scraps of memories that might not be memories at all.
A red hoodie. Green eyes. A designer handbag.
"Are you all right?" The man is beautiful, really. Tall, muscles to die for, eyes as blue as the ocean.
"I'm fine," she breathes, crossing her arms around herself. Isn't Thailand supposed to be warm?
The man looms over her. "You really should be going."
"What?"
He points to the sky, which is rapidly turning grey with storm clouds. "It's not very nice here when it gets dark."
/
By the time he gets to Palmer Tech Lance is already there, ready to intercept him.
Oliver lets the older man lead him by the arm into an alcove. All the fight goes out of him, he can't even think straight, just lets Lance pull him out of the crowd.
"There's a tape," Lance says, and he must not respond fast enough because Lance cuffs him lightly on the shoulder. "Snap out of it, Queen."
"What...what happened on the tape?"
Lance looks pale. "He just walked right into her office and she..."
"What? She what?" People in the lobby are staring.
Lance looks grim. "She went to him."
Oliver has to grip the wall to hold himself up. "She-what? No, no, Felicity wouldn't, she wouldn't."
"I saw it with my own two eyes. She went to him, and then..."
"What?" He's screaming, holding onto the wall like it's a life preserver. "What happened?"
"They disappeared, Oliver. One minutes they were there and then they were just...gone."
/
The library is beautiful. Paneled wood walls, shelves filled with hardback books that go up to the ceiling.
"How's it going?" It's the man from before, but now he's dressed in a tuxedo, leaning over her shoulder to stare at the computer screen in front of them.
"Ninety-eight percent," she says, reading the number off the screen.
"Shit," he hisses, jumping up to put his ear to the door. "Shit, hurry up."
She stares helplessly at the number on the screen, watching the little blue bar as the number ticks up to ninety-nine, and then one hundred. "Got it."
"Let's go." He's motioning to her frantically, one hand reaching out for her. There's something so familiar about it, but it's just out of her grasp. "Felicity, come on."
She pulls the little silver flash drive out of the laptop and stuffs it into the cleavage of her dress.
Felicity. At least she knows her name now.
She takes his hand and lets him lead her out the door and into the dark.
/
He watches it on a loop in the lair. The others flurry around him, making plans, scanning traffic cameras, digging into dark corners of the Internet for information on Darhk.
He stares at the screen, watching Felicity walk four paces to the door, takes the hand offered to her. And then she's gone. Just like magic.
No, not like magic, he reminds himself. Actual magic.
"Ollie." Thea's fingers are light on his neck. "Ollie, maybe I should go back to Nanda Parbat."
He almost falls out of his seat. "What?"
Thea shifts her feet. "Malcolm knew him, maybe he knows something we could use-"
"No."
"But Ollie-"
"I said no!" he roars.
"Okay." Dig's hands are firm on his shoulders when he pulls him away. "Just calm down Oliver."
"Don't tell me to calm down. He took her, Dig, he took, he took her, he...he..."
"I know." Dig's voice is deep and calm. "And we're going to get her back."
/
She wakes up in the dark. It's darker than the darkest night, so dark she can't even see herself.
"Hey." The voice comes out of nowhere.
It's him. She can't see him but she can feel him, like he's right next to her.
"Am I dreaming?"
There's a light huff of breath in her ear. "Does it matter?"
She shifts on the cement floor. "I don't know. It feels like it should, you know?"
"Maybe here you get to decided what's real."
"What, like I'm in some fourth dimensional template?"
He laughs. "I don't understand."
"In the fourth dimension you aren't constrained by things like gravity and mass and time. Everything is quantum, everything happens as soon as you can think it."
"How do you know all that?" He sounds amused.
"I don't know," she realizes. "I just do."
"Well," he says, "let's test your theory. What would you like, Felicity?"
She smiles. "Light, please."
There's a ripple of motion across her peripheral vision, and suddenly the dark lights up with a thousand stars.
"Oh," she gasps, her mouth falling open in awe.
"Looks like you were right." She turns to her side and he's right there, blue eyes shining in the starlight.
"Hi," she says. "It's you."
He grins at her. "Of course it's me."
"How do you know my name?"
"I'd know you anywhere," he says softly. "In any dimension."
"What's your name?"
"What?" he says playfully. "You don't remember?"
"Please," she asks.
He finds her hand on the floor and interlocks their fingers. "My name is Oliver."
/
It takes them four days to find her.
There's a warehouse, rented under a shell company owned by Kord Industries. A warehouse Damian Darhk visited four days ago, carrying a Felicity-sized black duffle bag.
Diggle runs tech. Thea and Laurel take care of the guards, leaving Oliver available to break through the backdoor.
He follows Dig's voice in his ear until he gets to a sealed door.
"Remember Oliver, you only have ninety seconds until the security alarm goes off."
"I'm ready."
"Copy. Doors opening in three, two, one..."
The door slides open and Oliver vaults into a lone hallway filled with doors and doors and doors, none of which were included in the blueprints of he warehouse.
He stands there for a paralyzing second, before jumping into action and kicking down the first door on the right. Empty.
Second door on the right, empty.
First door on the left-a child.
Oliver stares. It's a little boy, curled up in a ball on the cement floor, looking blankly back at him.
"Oliver, what the hell are you doing? Go!"
He stumbles backwards and starts kicking down doors again.
Empty, empty, empty, empty-
Felicity.
"Felicity!"
She's backed into a corner of the little cement cell, her hands clapped over her ears to muffle the sound of the door splitting open.
"Hey, hey, Felicity!"
He falls to his knees in front of her and Felicity shrieks, covering her face with her arms.
"Get away from me!"
"Felicity, it's okay, it's me, it's Oliver!"
Felicity's hands drop to her sides. "Oliver?"
"Hey," he says, his whole body dropping in relief. "Hey, come here."
Felicity braces herself against the wall. "Oliver, what are you doing?"
"Oliver, what are you doing? Get our girl out of there!"
Dig's voice is a jolt of lighting in his veins. He doesn't explain to Felicity what's going on, he doesn't ask her why she's looking at him like that, like he's scaring her.
He picks her up and he runs.
/
She sits in the back of the van with Oliver. The driver is a blond in a leather cat suit and there's a younger girl with dark hair and a red jacket-
A red jacket-
Felicity presses her palms to her temples.
"Hey." Oliver's hands are on her wrists. "Does your head hurt? Did he hurt you?"
She shrinks away from him. He's never been like this before with her when he's visited. He's always been calm, not like this, like he might go into cardiac arrest if she doesn't answer him. "Did who hurt me?"
Oliver's jaw twitches. The brunette turns around in her seat and gives her a razor sharp look. "Did she just say-"
"Thea." Oliver's voice is gravely.
"Why doesn't she know-"
"Thea."
Felicity curls her knees to her chest. "This is a really weird dream."
The blond snorts. "You're not dreaming."
She looks searchingly at Oliver, at his strange clothes, the world-weary look in his eye that she doesn't remember. She has a bad feeling, like something has happened, some fundamental shift, and she's been lost behind.
"Hey, Felicity, it's okay," he murmurs. His voice is soft and low now, calming, like dream Oliver.
"I don't understand what's happening," she confesses, curling her fingers around his wrists.
Oliver's eyes are sad. "I know."
"Do you remember anything?" the blonde girl asks.
Oliver exhales sharply through his nose. "Laurel-"
"The dark," Felicity says. "It was so dark."
Oliver nods carefully. "Then what?"
She observes his face, the man who made her see stars. "And then you came."
/
Felicity is shaking by the time they get her back to the lair. He carries her from the elevator to the med bay, where Dig already has an IV set up.
Felicity clings to him, he has to sit down on the metal table with her in his lap, her head tucked under her chin.
Dig nods raises an eyebrow at him and Oliver shakes his head quickly. Shock, he mouths to Dig, and then points to Felicity's head.
"Felicity," Dig says, using the voice Oliver's heard him use on baby Sara, soft and patient. "I need to make sure you're not hurt, is that okay?"
She curls her fingers in Oliver's shirt. "You know me too?"
Dig's eyes flash with worry but he never drops his smile. "Yes, I do. My name is John."
Felicity peeks up at him and Oliver nods. "It's okay," he murmurs. "He's not going to hurt you."
Felicity allows John to detangle her left arm from Oliver's neck and hook her up to the IV.
"Pupils' look good," he announces, looking into Felicity's eyes with a penlight. "Anything hurt?"
Felicity shakes her head at him, snuggled up against Oliver's chest. He has a fist in her hair, breathing her in, feeling every muscle in his body slowly relax.
She's back. They got her back.
Felicity allows Dig to take a blood sample, which he sends to Star Labs with an overnight courier to get tested.
"Oliver, I really think you should get a doctor to check her out. We don't know what-"
"They wouldn't even know what to look for," Oliver mutters. "Whatever he did it wasn't...you know."
Felicity's half-asleep on him, mumbling something about stars, and the lights. "Too bright," she whispers.
"It was dark in there," Oliver explains to Dig, swallowing back a wave of nausea. Even the island had natural light.
Dig gives him a bottle of tranquilizers when they leave, pressing them into his palm.
"Just in case," he says quietly, watching Felicity's dazed eyes dart around the room.
When Oliver scoops her back up in his arms Felicity's still crying about stars.
/
Oliver takes her to an unfamiliar loft apartment in a city she doesn't recognize. He's careful with her, tentative, one hand light on the small of her back to keep her upright.
"You live here?" she whispers, following him up the stairs and down a hall to a bedroom.
"Actually..." Oliver clears his throat, looking a little uncomfortable. "We live here."
"Oh," she says, feeling a little stunned. It's one thing to have a devastatingly handsome dream guy, but it's another thing to find out that he's real.
"Felicity." He looks uncertain. "You remember me, don't you?"
She feels like he's asking a trick question, like there's an answer he's anticipating, and it's wrong.
"I remember your face," she answers honestly. "You'd come to me, sometimes."
Oliver frowns. "What do you mean?"
Felicity twists her hands, at a loss as to how to explain. "In my dreams. You'd be there, sometimes. You knew my name."
Something flicks across his face like a shadow. He nods, looking away from her, one hand on the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes, feeling a tightening in her chest. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say! I know you know me, and I don't really know you, and there must be something wrong with me because you keep looking at me like I killed your cat or something-"
"Hey, hey." Warm arms go around her shoulders. "Don't apologize, okay? It's not your fault."
"Oliver?"
"Yes, Felicity?"
"Can you stay? I didn't like being in the dark without you."
Oliver's grip on her tightens. "Yeah," he says thickly. "Of course I'll stay."
/
If someone asked him to describe Felicity, Oliver would have no shortage of words.
Strong. Brave. Noble. Brilliant.
She's the light that cuts through his darkness, the compass that always points him home.
She's the person who taught him to believe, the person who opened his heart and divined goodness, greatness within him.
She's the woman he loves, the woman he's going to marry.
She's his soulmate.
Words he does not associate with Felicity:
Skittish. Fearful.
Quiet.
/