Disclaimer: WB/DC own these characters. I'm only borrowing them for a while. I own the original ideas found in this.

Summary: Felicity is captured and tortured in order to find out the identity of the Arrow. In the process of being kidnapped, she loses her memory. This results in her having to endure the torture without any relief. Will rescue arrive in time? What will happen then, with her loss of memory?

AN: Thank you for returning for a new story. Sure hope you enjoy this. It takes place, sometime in season 2 I believe. Please, if able, let me know what you think. Sure is appreciated.

"For the last time, who is the Arrow?"

The question reverberates in my water-soaked brain. I sigh. How tiring this has become.

"For the last time, I don't know who I am. How can I tell you who this Arrow is?"

As expected, that remark was met with my face being submerged again into the basin of ice water. The air once again being forced out of my lungs. Again.

I try to let myself go unconscious, to bring this to an end. But yet again, my body betrays me, and struggles to get oxygen into my lungs. Instead, water comes in, and I reflexively struggle to get out of the water, instead of losing consciousness.

Finally my head is forced back out of the water. I attempt to slow my breathing so I don't hyperventilate again.

"Guys, we've been doing this for, what, has it not been three days? I don't know, because you are torturing me, and I've lost track of time, but really, I don't know anything. If you release me, there's a very good chance I won't remember you either, so I won't be able to sic the police on you, so why don't you just call it a draw and let me go?"

"Yeah, that would work, except for the fact we don't believe you. Working with him seems to have given you an advantage we didn't expect. Who would've thought a little slip of a girl like you would be able to withstand so much 'persuasion' and still not tell us a thing?"

I rallied as much energy as I could and just glared at them. I refuse to repeat what I already have told them at least four times today only.

They must have decided to take pity on me, for they stop the torture at that point. Two of the goons half-carry, half-drag me to what has been my "home" for as long as I've been here. For as long as I could remember. They threw me into the cell, and closed the door. I end up on the floor.

I continue to lie on the cement floor, because I don't care. I don't have the energy to get onto the cot. It felt as though I hurt down to every cell of my body. Scratch that. Every cell of my body was in too much pain to hurt.

Like I said earlier, I believe I've been held for at least three days. I don't remember who I am, who this guy the Arrow is who the men are torturing me to find out. I don't remember them snatching me. I don't know how I lost my memory. However, with the size of the bump on the back of my head, and how much blood is on the lump of stuffing which is supposed to be a pillow on what's the cot in my cell, I figure I got a head injury. It must be a pretty bad injury to have made me lose my memory.

So here I sit. Actually, that's a figurative statement because at the moment I'm lying on the floor. I'm cold, can barely breathe, and not sure as to what to do. I wonder if this Arrow even knows I'm missing. I wonder if I have any family looking for me. I wear no wedding ring, so I guess I'm not married. Kids? No kids? Don't know. Kinda hope not, wouldn't want them to be worried about their missing mother.

I don't know how long I laid there on the cold floor, but suddenly there was a crash and a boom. I heard voices, and scuffles, and the door of my cell opened.

A man in a mask, hood and green leather approached me, cupped my face with his large hand and softly said, "Felicity, we finally found you."

He looked me up and down, gingerly moved my arms and legs, and asked where I was hurt.

I continued to look at him. This must be the man called the Arrow. Nope, my memory didn't return with his appearance. I swallowed my disappointment.

"Felicity! Are you okay? Speak to me."

"All things considered, I've been better. But I gotta tell you, I…I don't remember you. I don't remember anything. Not even my name."

The green man just looked at me, his eyes wide and his complexion paling.

A large black man crouched on the other side of me and looked at the man in green. "Arrow, we better get her to the hospital quickly. Note her head injury." The green man only continued to look at me. "Arrow! She'll be okay, but we need to get her help now!"

Arrow shook his head, as if he was waking up. "Yes you're right. Felicity, don't worry. You're going to be okay."

Suddenly I found myself lifted into the air as he carried me bridal-style. As we left, I saw my captors, unconscious, lying scattered along the hallway. I then heard sirens approaching.

The Arrow and I got into the back seat of a black van. The black man drove. I thought the Arrow would put me on the seat, but he continued to hold me in his arms. Suddenly I felt very safe and warm, and I found myself falling asleep despite myself. I decided I will wonder later why he was still holding me in his arms and why it felt so good.

~~OQ~~FS~~OQ~~FS~~

I woke up in the hospital. At first, I became aware of being extremely comfortable, since it seemed forever since I slept in a real bed. Even if it were hospital-issued, the bed felt like heaven. I snuggled deeper into the covers, forgetting for the moment I had forgotten everything about me. Then my eyes popped open when the harsh memories of being almost drowned surfaced in my mind.

A man I didn't know was sitting in the chair next to my bed. His attractive face was covered with stubble, his short blond hair looked like it needed a good combing. I wondered who he was. He woke up as I stirred in bed.

"Oh, good, Felicity. You're awake. How are you feeling?"

Suddenly afraid, I didn't know what to say. My memory still hadn't returned. "I'm not sure. What does the doctors say?" I had to ask, since I didn't remember anything from last evening when we had reached the hospital. I assumed I had been examined last night before being admitted to this room.

The man sighed, and even though I didn't know him I sensed he was attempting to hide something from me. "Um, you don't remember?"

"No, I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know you?"

A look of such sadness crossed his face, it was almost as if I had kicked his dog. "My name is Oliver. Oliver Queen. You used to work for me at my family company, but we're now good friends. Very good friends."

I looked at him. Cocking my head, I asked, "How good?" I felt a blush start up my cheeks, despite myself. Suddenly a double meaning of what I said came to me, and I was embarrassed. I didn't know this man, but he was definitely easy on the eyes.

Oliver's mouth quirked up in a quick smile which then disappeared. He looked like he was going to say something but changed his mind. Instead, he went with, "Just friends." He cleared his throat and then I noticed his right hand twitching. Looked like an old habit. I wondered if he knew he didn't have much of a poker face.

"We're almost like brother and sister, we're that close of friends. And Diggle. You remember him from yesterday?"

"You mean, the black driver?" I don't know where that phrase came from, but it flowed from my lips too easily for it not to be familiar.

My question got a full laugh from the man before me. "Even without a memory, you are still Felicity."

I looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. "I don't even know if I should ask what that means."

"We can talk about it later. The doctor says you should remain in the hospital for at least one more day, to get some fluids and electrolytes back into you. They also want to check your neurological status."

"Do they think my memory will come back? It's very annoying not knowing what other people know about me."

I got another full-blown smile out of him. "You may not remember, but you've never liked mysteries."

I wasn't sure how I felt about this stranger seemingly knowing so much about me. At my frown, he said, "Don't worry, Felicity. Your memory will come back soon, I'm sure."

I mustered a small smile and picked at some lint on the blanket. "So…I suppose I should talk to the nurse, or doctor, or something?"

Oliver shook his head, as if he was bringing himself back to earth, and said, "Oh…yeah, I suppose I should get them. I'll be right back."

He backed away from my bed slowly, and turned around as if he really didn't want to leave. I watched him and wondered again why we weren't more than friends.

Within five minutes, Oliver returned with a woman in a white lab coat with the prerequisite stethoscope around her neck. "Hello, Ms. Smoak. I'm your doctor, Dr. Anderson." She turned to Oliver. "Mr. Queen, if you don't mind, can you leave us? You can return once we're done, if it's alright with Ms. Smoak."

"Oh, certainly, Doctor." As he stood up, I debated whether I should ask him to stay. Even though he appeared to be a familiar presence in my life, I myself couldn't remember. I reluctantly watched him leave after telling me he will return after the doctor was finished.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Smoak?"

"Please call me Felicity. And I am feeling…okay, all things considered."

"You cannot remember anything?"

"No, not one thing. Why is that, doctor?"

"Most likely it is because of your apparent head injury, and whatever other torture you experienced over the past week."

"A week? They held me for a week?"

"Yes, that's what Mr. Queen told me. You've been missing for a week."

"Wow. I guess I knew I was missing a few days…but a full week?"

"So, you only remember…"

"Just the past three days or so. Nothing else. Not my name, not where I come from…"

"Don't worry, Ms. ...I mean, Felicity, we will do our best to help you."

"Do we know why I can't remember?"

"Like I was saying, you experienced a concussion when you suffered a head injury."

"Can you tell how?"

"Most likely from a blunt instrument."

"Where do we go from here?"

"I think you need to stay here for at least one more day, and then I will reassess. We will take another CAT scan of your brain, to assess for any remaining swelling. Or other complications."

"Okay. Then…would we set up some sort of…cognitive therapy?"

"Do you have a background in the medical field?"

"Um, I have no idea. What did Mr. …Queen, you said, what did he say?"

"All he told me was you were his executive assistant and computer expert."

I suddenly became very tired. My head began to hurt, more like a stress headache I suppose. The doctor had been kind but not very forthcoming with the answers I wanted. At this moment, I just knew I wanted to rest. My face must have shown this, because the doctor decided to leave.

"Well, let me listen to your lungs, and take your vitals. Then I will let you rest, I promise."

She took my blood pressure with the monitor on the wall, then she listened to my heart with a blank look on her face. She then had me take deep breaths while listening to my chest. After removing the stethoscope from her ears and replacing it around her neck, she gave me a comforting smile. "That all sounds good. Just like I expected. We'll let you rest. In about an hour they'll take you for some more tests."

I nodded. I debated whether I wanted Mr. Good-looking to return or not. I wanted to rest, but...

"It's up to you whether you want your visitor to return. I could send him away, but he's been very insistent on staying with you."

He has? And he said we were only...friends? Well, maybe he thinks of me like a little sister. Somehow I sensed he was a man who didn't take 'no' easily.

"Yeah. I guess it'll be all right for him to return."

As I waited for him to return, I wondered if I would ever get my memory back. Tears snuck out from my eyes, and I rolled over and fell asleep.

AN: Thanks for reading the beginning of this. We shall see where this goes. Probably wouldn't be too long, as most of my stories are short as well. But please return to find out what happens next!