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This story picks up when mid-season finale left us. Hope You'll enjoy it - any comments and reviews will be highly appreciated.

English is not my native language - currently looking for beta.

-There are things in this world that are hard to understand and even harder to control. Small minds call it magic, but its just pure power, letting You to be a god they deserve - his eyed lit up.

- And what if You don't deserve it? - The other man did not seem as amused.

- I'm going to have it anyway. Here or somewhere else.

- It's not a thing future Ra's al Ghul should say - he snorted.

- Maybe...

Crow flaying over the fourth-level balcony of Nanda Parbat suddenly got his neck snapped mid-flight at Damien Darhks' feet.

Part 1 - Time to take it over

Oliver punched the last man, making him fall to the ground, his figure still as the blood flowed onto the basement floor. Oliver kicked him, trying to feed his rage – it was easier to be an anger driven vigilante that remember that every second that passed was a second when Felicity was dying the hospital, that..

His mind went back to the flashes of feelings – the fear like no other he has ever felt in his life as he dragged Felicity out of the car, her face pale and her body lip, blood in the corner of her mouth. The feeling of his heart being ripped out of his chest when he couldn't found her pulse. He was calling her name all the way down to the hospital and it was as tough she was not there anymore. This was Felicity – his intelligent, wise, strong, beautiful girl. Felicity was a constant thing in the world. There surely could not exist a world without her. Sun would fall from the sky, before she would leave him like that… Light-headed he watched as the doctors were shouting, performing the dance that separated death from life. When the sharp beep of the electronic heart monitor tore thru the room it was as though his own heart stopped and when after the longest fifteen seconds of his life it returned – weak but visible of the monitor- he cried. He felt pain during those five life-changing years. He felt pain when he almost died, shot by his mother. He felt pain, when he saw tip of the needle held by Slade brush Felicity's throat. He felt pain when he let Felicity go after he kissed her. He felt pain falling from the mountain and recovering from it. He felt pain when he saw something die in Felicity's eyes when she thought he was letting her die. But all of that was nothing compared to seeing her on that table – dead for fifteen seconds…

- Hey, Oliver, stop it! We have to go – Diggle's voice brought him back. Only in that moment he realize that he was still kicking the un moving body of a Ghost.

- Let's go. – He turned away, so Diggle wouldn't see his face and marched up the stairs and out of the building.

- Man, listen…

- Not now – he hopped on his bike and was about to start it up, when they heared steps.

- We need to talk.

Diggle and Oliver turned, both of them reaching for weapons.

But instead of a ghost or Damien Darhk himself, there was a tall slim figure much closer than she should have gotten without them noticing. Intruder wore black combat boots, black trousers and hoodie that shown only tip of the nose and lips. Definitely a women's lips

- You know that talking usually works better without the talking parties pointing guns at each other? – she asked, crossing her hands on her chest.

- Who are You? What are You looking for in here? – Oliver voice sounded so strained and angry that Diggle shot him a worried look.

- Who I am is not something we can discuss in the open. We need to talk. Privately.

- What makes You think I want to talk with You for .Second?

- Because you wanted Damien Darhk dead for the last three months – she said. – While I wanted him dead for the last thirty years.