I know, I know; I seriously shouldn't be starting another story when I can't even finish the others, but I can't help it! I thought of this and I just had to write it. You understand that. So, yeah, not sure how long this one will turn out to be, but again, I go the idea and ran with it. It's kind of a different story for me to write, and I'm honestly excited with his this will turn out! So why don't you hop on and ride this story out with me? ;) And yeah, it's pretty short, but oh, well. :P

Disclaimer: I own only my fictional Meta.

"Ollie...please, you don't, you don't want to do this..." Barry pleaded from his position on the ground of the dark room. He was on one knee, trying to push himself up as he shook from the strain of doing so. Oliver kept his arrow trained on the man, slowly walking in a circle around him.

Barry coughed harshly and blood splattered onto the ground before him, before the crimson red liquid slowly trickled down the speedster's chin. His mask was off as he struggled to stand fully; his legs shaking as he finally did.

But all that time Oliver's bow never wavered from it's position of being trained onto Barry; finger aching to release the arrow. "This...this isn't y-you. Ollie, come on, I know that somewhere you're in there. Please, if you do this, you'll never forgive yourself."

"I don't think I'll mind that much." Oliver said, his voice low as he walked around the back of the struggling speedster. Barry's right shoulder hung lower than his other, no doubt dislocated, while blood was matted in his dark hair and it flowed freely from the wound in his shoulder; a wound that could only have been caused by an arrow.

As Oliver moved slowly around the wounded man, he could hear the uneven breathing that almost sounded strangled, and couldn't help the twitch of his lips that turned into a smirk.

"Oliver-" Barry's voice was cut off by the sound of a 'ping' as the arrow was released and buried into the flesh of Barry's leg, thus causing the speedster to fall back to the ground in a heap of pain; barely any noise making it's way past his lips other than a grunt of pain.

"Stop talking," Oliver ground out as he came closer so he could face the fallen man before him. Barry weakly tried to push himself up and out of his prone position on the bloodied floor, but his arm shook too much, while his other was of no real use, and he fell back to the ground with a cry of pain as it jostled his shoulder wound.

A low growl of annoyance filled Oliver's throat as he bent down and grabbed the younger man's hair, yanking him up until he was eye level, and relishing in the quiet whimper of pain that came from the other man's mouth from doing so. The only feeling he felt was rage, and pure satisfaction from his inflicting pain upon the other man.

He dropped his bow so he could bring his other hand up to grab Barry's throat, causing the other man's breathing to sound even more strangled. Bruises begin to form around his throat as Oliver started to squeeze harder, causing Barry's breathing to begin to sound more like a faint wheeze as he weakly brought his one good hand up to grab at Oliver's arm.

Oliver shook his head in disgust before all but dropping the other man to the ground, and watching with morbid satisfaction as he began to gasp and cough from his position on the floor. "Pathetic," Oliver said lowly, bending over and picking up one of his arrows. It was time to end this. Barry, sensing the sudden change in Oliver's stance, weakly rolled over onto his back to look up at the older man.

"Oliver, no...please, don't-don't do this. I know that you're in there, somewhere. God, please, Ollie." Barry pleaded, but Oliver continued to stare down at him, as if he was prey. "You know me. We were-" Cough. More blood. "We were friends. I know that you know that, somewhere in-inside of you...you know that." Barry stated weakly, his eyelids continuing to flutter as they began to close.

For a moment, Oliver almost felt a hint of remorse, but it vanished just as quickly as it came.

"Who cares?" He questioned darkly as he knelt down next to the dying man, and not wanting the other man to die peacefully, Oliver held out his arrow in one hand, holding it close to Barry's heart. It was then that he noticed the fear in the other man's eyes, and couldn't help the almost gleeful feeling inside of him.

"Ollie...think about Felicity, think about..." Cough. Blood. "T-Thea. Just..think, Ollie. Please. Ollie..." Barry said, voice fading as he began to lose consciousness. Oliver's jaw clenched as he raised the arrow.

"Ollie's dead." And with that, he brought the arrow down.

Oliver jerked awake, sending panic all through out the Arrow Cave at the unexpected jolt. But Oliver's vision was blurred and all he could think about was Barry dying right in front of him by his own hand.

He could feel hands on him, trying to guide him back down, but it did nothing to calm him.

He instead jerked away, and frowned as he tried to stand up, only to fall down to his knees on the hard floor. It seemed as if that was finally enough to bring him to be alert of his surroundings, as he soon realized that he was in the Arrow Cave, surrounded by both Team Arrow and Team Flash. Barry included.

"Oliver?" Felicity asked as he finally allowed himself to be brought back onto the table by what he could only guess were Dig's and Barry' hands.

"Hey, hey, Oliver, man, you're all right." Diggle said as Oliver winced slightly, just now noticing the pain he was in, and rubbed his eyes to try and bring back his vision.

"Dang, that Meta had to have done a number on ya'." Who he could only guess to be Cisco, said. When he reopened his eyes he could finally see everyone and everything clearly, only now noticing that he was shirtless.

"What happened?" He asked with a frown, not missing the exchanged glance between Barry and Diggle.

"Um, you were hit, by a Meta. Do you remember anything?" Barry questioned, and Oliver again didn't miss the look on Dig's face. Oliver frowned.

"No...not really." Oliver said and Barry inhaled slowly, as he clasped his hands behind his neck.

"Okay. Well, um, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked, and Oliver thought for a moment, trying to remember.

"I think...it was us teaming up against some meta-human, but I don't remember anything about the Meta or what happened after we teamed up." Oliver stated and Barry nodded.

"Okay. Okay, uh, well, we got the alert that the Meta was nearby, so we went out to fight it. And well, things didn't go well, and uh," There was the look from Diggle again. "I didn't get to you in time, and you were, uh, whammied by the Meta."

So, that explains the look from Diggle. Oliver nodded, slightly relieved. Maybe the Meta could cause nightmares or something in people, and that's why he had that weird...dream. But it was just so...real.

"Okay, so uh, what does this Meta do?"

"She can manipulate a couple of emotions, mostly rage and stuff like that. A lot like Bivolo. And we're honestly not sure what all she can do. She might be able to induce short term memory loss, and that might be the reason that you don't remember." Barry hesitated for only a moment, before speaking again.

"But there is one power she is capable of doing, that we know of for sure, believe it or not, she can show people the future." Barry said and Oliver felt his body still instantly. He slowly turned to look at him.

"She...what?"

"Crazy right?" Barry said with a hint of a smile, but his expression immediately faltered when he saw the look on Oliver's face. "Why? You didn't...see anything, when you were unconscious, did you?" Barry asked, voice quieter and Oliver shook his head lightly.

"No. No, it's just...hard to believe." He said with a small, forced smile. Barry nodded slightly, his own smile on his face, but Oliver didn't fail to notice the worried look in his eyes or on Felicity's face.

"I call her Crystal, since she can show people the future like a crystal ball." Cisco started saying excitedly. "Although, I haven't figured out what to do with her name and the rest of her powers. But I was thinking about-"

"Cisco." Felicity stated, shaking her head slightly at the engineer for him to stop. He immediately did, pressing his lips together and bringing his hands down from their position in mid-air, embarrassment showing on his features. Caitlin lightly patted his shoulder.

"So, what exactly happened after the Meta...whammied me?" Oliver, still not able to shake that uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Well, it was kind of weird, you see, it's if she can physically touch you, that her powers actually effect a person. And honestly, when I saw her grab your arm, I was afraid that you might go full on rage, not, you know, fall to the ground unconscious..." Barry's voice kind of trailed off awkwardly at the exasperated look Diggle was giving him.

Okay, so apparently something happened between them while I was unconscious, Oliver thought. "And I immediately brought you here after that," Oliver frowned.

"Wait..." He started saying, and Barry's eyebrows went up, waiting for him to finish. "So you let the Meta get away?" Barry inhaled slightly, his lips pursing briefly.

"Well, yeah, I guess I did." Barry finally said, and Oliver's jaw tensed as he ran a hand over his face.

"Barry,"

"Well, you were unconscious! I didn't know what she had done to you. That's why I wanted to get you here as fast as I could..." Barry defended, and Oliver shook his head lightly as he started to open his mouth to speak, but Barry cut him off.

"I know, priorities. But to me you were more of a priority than catching that Meta. I'm sorry, Ollie, but we differ in that area, apparently." Barry declared, and Oliver's jaw clenched, hearing Barry say his name like that suddenly reminding him of what he hoped wouldn't be the future.

'Ollie...please, you don't, you don't want to do this...'

He internally shook his head, and when he snapped out of his daze, he saw Barry looking at him, before lightly shaking his head and walking away. "I need some air." He declared quietly as he continued to walk away, and Oliver's felt himself tense, not wanting to let Barry out of his sight.

"Where are you going?" Felicity asked, thankfully, before Oliver had to.

"I'm going for a run." Barry said, and just like that, he was gone in less than a second, leaving only the crackle of yellow lightning behind. Oliver inhaled deeply, before sighing slowly, running his hand through his hair. He just couldn't shake that feeling of dread that filled him. Does this mean that in the future, Oliver was going to...kill Barry?

It almost made sense, that if this Meta could manipulate emotions, like Bivolo, that she could get Oliver to maybe attack Barry. But kill him? It just didn't quite make that much sense.

"If it's alright, I'm going to give you a quick check-up, now that you're awake." Caitlin said, and Oliver didn't even protest as she hooked up different monitors to him and did a blood test; he was too busy trying to figure out what the heck this meant. This couldn't be real..could it?

No. He decided. It couldn't be.

And as long as Oliver had any say in it, it would never become real.

So, what do you think so far? Should I continue it or not? Let me know your thoughts in a comment! I seriously appreciate everything!