Author's Note: This is my first time writing on here in YEARS and my first Arrow fic ever. Please read, review, give constructive criticism and more!

Also, this story will include events from the show, but different outcomes and dialogue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zilch, of Arrow or its characters.

xoxo cloverlotus

Chapter One: However Much She Needs

"We need to talk," Oliver stated solemnly.

"I don't want to talk," Felicity started. "Which I know coming from me is a little unprecedented... but as soon as we talk, it's over." They had just reached the end of the hospital hallway; they had visited Diggle, Lyla, and baby Sara. Felicity knew what was coming. She already felt her heart tearing in half.

"I'm so sorry." Oliver started up. He knew he was breaking her heart, but he was breaking his own as well. "I'm thought I could be me and the Arrow... but I can't. Not now, maybe not ever."

"Then say never! Stop..dangling maybes. Say it's never going to work out between us. Say you never loved me, say-" Oliver swiftly stopped Felicity's rant by gently cupping her face and kissing her.

It was so bittersweet. On one hand, this was their first kiss, something he's wanted for so long. But why wasn't he enjoying it? Because he knew that he'd just broken the very last person he'd ever wanted to hurt. He gently broke the kiss, his lips still hovering over hers, hands still cupping her cheeks. He pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes.

"Don't ask me to say I don't love you." He spoke gently. Felicity slowly pulled her face out of his hands.

"I told you as soon as we talked, it would be over." And she was gone.

Felicity wasn't much of a drinker, but here she was in Verdant, music and lights pulsing around her, downing shots of tequila. Who in the hell does Oliver Queen think he is? She feels like he's playing with her feelings. He just keeps stringing her along to ditch her.

She found herself reaching for her cellphone for the third time that night. She went to her call log and pressed his name.

Oliver.

"Hey, Felicity. I'm sorry I missed your calls. What's-" Oliver started before Felicity swiftly cut him off.

"O'lver!" She growled. "Who in Goo-*hiccup*- Google's name do you *hiccup* think y-you are?!"

"Felicity, where are you?" he replied sternly.

"Why? S-so you can *hiccup* kiss me again?" she laughed angrily. "You have some fuc-"

"Fe-li-ci-ty," he growled into the receiver. "That's it, I'm tracing your-" she hung up before he could finish and ripped the battery and tracker out of her phone. He couldn't track the phone if the tracker wasn't in. She had two more shots of Tequila and stood to leave, knowing that Verdant would be the first place Oliver would check.

She stood from the barstool and stumbled slightly, the pulsing lights making her head spin. She felt arms slide around her waist from behind.

"Hey slow down Barbie," a deep voice breathed into her ear. She felt his hot breath on her neck, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. "Let's get you out of here, I can show you some real fun, baby." Slightly inebriated, her brain went to everything Dig had taught her. She stomped her heel on the guy's foot, then jammed her elbow into his ribs before stumbling off and out of the club.

The cool, brisk night air felt amazing on her skin and she headed to her red mini. She fumbled for her car keys in her purse. It took her a few tries to unlock it, but she finally did and slowly pulled off away from the club. She slightly rolled down her window and picked up speed, swerving slightly as she headed for Big Belly Burger. She parked her car partially on the curb, and stumbled out of the car.

Once inside, she sat at a booth, closed her eyes and exhaled. She was definitely drunk and she was starving.

"Felicity?" a female voice asked.

"Caaaaarlyyy!" She sang out with a huge smile on her face.

"Felicity, sweetie, were you drinking?" Carly asked in a low voice, tinged with concern.

"Yeeeessss," Felicity replied in the same tone then giggled.

"I'm gonna call Oliver t-"

"No!" Felicity shouted. "No O'lver, that- that- douche! I *hiccup* am not talking to O'lver again. Please Carly, food? So hungry."

"I'll grab you some food and call Dig instead. Is that okay?" Carly asked patiently. Felicity nodded quickly and smiled.

"Okay, wait here." Carly instructed before heading for the kitchen. After she left Felicity thought to herself momentarily before deciding she didn't want Dig to pick her up. So she left before Carly could return. She paced to her car and slid inside before speeding off.

She didn't know where she was headed, she just needed to get away. She decided on going somewhere else to find food. As she sped down the road, swerving every which way, she felt her eyes drooping slightly, she crashed into a tree, the impact smashing her body headfirst through the windshield.

Her frozen body lay on the hood of the car, on top of the shattered glass of the windshield. Amazingly, she was still conscious, but her head was bleeding profusely. She blinked a few times before slowly crawling the rest of the way through the window and rolling on to the ground with a thud. On impact, she cried out in agonizing pain. Her once white shirt was blood stained and so was the tan peacoat she wore. She slowly stood using the car to pull herself up, hardly able to see in the darkness because her glasses were gone.

She saw the flashing lights and felt the sirens ringing through her ears. Then everything faded to black.

Oliver's POV

Oliver headed to the lair after Felicity left the hospital. He'd just kissed her for the first time, all while breaking her heart. "I told you as soon as we talked, it would be over." Her pained words rang in his ears. He needed a distraction. So he went to the lair to workout. Midway through the salmon ladder he heard his phone ring for the third time. He really didn't want to be bothered, but clearly this person wasn't giving up.

He jumped down and checked his phone, seeing Felicity's name across the screen.

"Hey, Felicity. I'm sorry I missed your calls. What's-" Oliver began, before Felicity cut him off..

"O'lver!" She growled. "Who in Goo-*hiccup*- Google's name do you *hiccup* think y-you are?!"

"Felicity, where are you?" he asked, feeling a mixture of annoyance and concern.

"Why? S-so you can *hiccup* kiss me again?" she laughed angrily. "You have some fuc-"

"Fe-li-ci-ty," he growled into the receiver. "That's it, I'm tracing your-" Oliver stopped short, realizing that Felicity had hung up on him. He exhaled and proceeded to use the app Felicity created, so he could track her phone. Clearly she was drunk and he desperately needed to ensure that she made it home safe and sound.

Upon starting up the app, Oliver saw that Felicity couldn't be traced. Oh you've got to be shitting me, he thought to himself. She had removed her tracker. He headed upstairs to Verdant, hoping that's where she was.

His eyes flitted around the room, searching for the blonde IT genius, but he didn't see her. He moved through the crowd forcefully and headed for the bar. Bailey, the bartender currently serving drinks, looked up just in time to see Oliver approaching.

"Bailey, have you seen-"

"Felicity?" Bailey chimed in, tucking her dark locks behind her ear. Oliver nodded. "You just missed her. I think she left with some guy, he had his arms around her waist, they looked pretty cozy. When I looked up again they were gone." Oliver felt his heart ripped to shreds, Felicity had come to Verdant, got drunk, and the with some guy. Then he felt a wave of anger. Felicity had left with some guy?

"What guy?" he asked clearly annoyed that Bailey would let a drunken Felicity leave with some stranger.

"Umm, I didn't really get a good look at him," Bailey admitted sheepishly, sensing Oliver's anger. He stormed out of Verdant and tried to call Felicity's phone, but it went straight to voice-mail. The phone rang immediately after he'd hung up, so he answered without hesitation.

"Felicity?!" he called.

"Oliver? It's Carly, Felicity's here at Big Belly. She's really drunk, please come pick her up." Carly said softly.

"I'm on my way. Be there in five. " Oliver said before hanging up and jumping on his Ducati. As he said, he got there in five minutes. When he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of Carly texting furiously. She stopped the moment she saw him. "Where's Felicity? "

"I'm sorry, Oliver." Carly apologized, sipping her phone into her apron pocket. "I was just texting you. I came to bring her food after we got off the phone. She was just...gone." Oliver let out a frustrated sigh, while dragging his hands over his face.

"Was she alone?" he asked, remembering the guy Bailey mentioned earlier. Carly nodded. "Let me know if she comes back. I'm gonna go look for her."

"I will," Carly started. "Let me know if you find her or hear from her. Should I call Dig so he can help?"

"No, Lyla just gave birth, let them enjoy their new baby." Oliver smiled weakly before leaving. Back on his Ducati, he sped through the streets searching for any sign of Felicity. After about five minutes, he spotted a bright red car totaled into a tree, the scene surrounded by yellow police tape. Once close enough, Oliver hopped off of his bike and walked towards the car.

One glance at the license plate told him that the car was Felicity's.

He took in the scene before him. The hood of the vehicle was bent around the large trunk of the tree. The windshield was shattered on the driver's side, glass sprinkled on top of the hood. Upon closer, inspection, Oliver could see a pool of dark red blood on the hood, slowly dripping to the ground below. He felt his heart break and prayed that wherever Felicity was, she was alive.

The presence of the police tape told him that an ambulance had to have picked her up. He jumped back on his Ducati, heart beating a mile a minute, and floored it to Starling Hospital.

"Felicity! Felicity Smoak! Is she here?!" Oliver called out, jogging to the counter in the hospital. The receptionist started at him for a second, taken aback by his loud, panicked voice. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, do we have a Felicity Smoak back there?" she asked. Oliver's fingers drummed nervously against the counter. "Uh-huh... yes there's a man here...Oliver Queen, asking about her..." Oliver began getting impatient as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Yes, the Oliver Queen, what other Oliver Queen do you know of in Starling?...K, thanks." the small woman hung up the phone.

"Sooo..." Oliver started.

"Miss Smoak is in sugery, there will be a doctor out here to speak with you shortly." she said gently. Oliver sauntered over to the waiting area and sat with his face in his hands, for what felt like forever.

Moments later a doctor stepped up to Oliver. "Mr. Queen?" he asked.

"Just Oliver, he responded solemnly, as he stood before the doctor.

"Oliver," he repeated back. "I'm Doctor Idlas. I wanted to get you up to date on Miss Smoak's condition. She was in a car accident and she lost a lot of blood. Unfortunately, she has the rare blood type of O+, and we just don't have enough-"

"I'm O+, give her my blood. However much she needs." Oliver demanded.

So, what did you guys think of this first chapter? I really want to make this story long. So send me your reviews, questions, concerns, comments, etc. Thanks for reading!

xoxo cloverlotus