Black Arrow: Hey guys i'm now putting up my next Arrow fan fic, hope you will enjoy it.

Title: Exhaustion

Author: Flaming Black Arrow

Summary: A member of the team gets hurt and Oliver pushes himself to the point of injury and collapsing. Will his team be able to help? Or will his time be up?

Rating- T, just to be safe

Notes: there will be an OC later on(possibly in a sequel if I have one)

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The wind rushed past his face as his bike sped down the highway. He was chasing a black van across town, and inside the van, a load of useless drug dealers.

Why do the getaway cars always have to be black? Oliver asked himself. Because stupid, if they are black they are harder to see. His thoughts swirled in his head.

"Oliver they are turning right at your next light." A voice said breaking through his trance.

Seeing the next light approaching he kicked his heel down to the pavement. The turn was a sharp one and he almost crashed, but luckily he saved it just in time. The van had gotten a few extra feet ahead, but Oliver had no fear he could catch up. Pushing the throttle as far as it would go Oliver sped up and shot past the drug dealers, only to spin his bike in a 180. Seeing the reaction of the driver made him want to burst out laughing, instead he pulled his bow off its bike grip and sent an arrow through the glass of the windshield and into the shoulder of the driver pining him to his seat. After that was the chaos of the van flipping over itself and landing only a foot in front of Oliver.

As the head druggy got out of the back he spotted Oliver clad in his green hood and mask, with a bow by his side. "Shit, it's the Arrow. Everyone RUN!"

At that moment the drug dealers started to run down the road away from Oliver. Oliver decided that he was going to pick each one off one by one. Noching and arrow he shot one of them in the leg, the next was shot in the shoulder, and the boss was also shot in the shoulder. Walking over to the group Oliver pulled out the rope he had happened to bring with him. Binding each man at the wrist and ankles Oliver called Diggle.

"Hello?" Came the choppy answer.

"Have some more you need to take to the Detective." Oliver said through the voice modulator.

"Sure, just leave them and I'll be there in a few." Diggle said.

"Thanks, see you at the cave." Oliver said turning towards his bike.

"Yes! Another night of crime fighting over." Came a voice over the comm.

"Yup. One more night over and not a sign of some major crisis on the horizon." Oliver said the relief evident in his voice.

"Oh, Shit!" came the short shout.

"Felicity!" Oliver shouted. "What happened?"

"Major problem head to town." Felicity replied.

"What does that mean?"

"Just that one of you major and psycho enemies has come for revenge."

"Who?" Oliver asked in one word.

"Let's just say it's a man with an eye patch and very large grudge against you." Felicity answered

"Slade." Was all Oliver said