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"I still don't understand why you are being so stubborn! It's a two day conference trip to Paris. You will only be gone for two days Oliver! Starling is not going to fall apart without the Arrow in two days,"I grumbled sitting down in the comfy seat on the Queen Consolidated Jet.

"I don't like the idea of leaving Starling unattended while Slade is still out there. Anyway I agreed to go didn't I?" He snapped irritated. If it was his choice he wouldn't be stepping a single foot on this jet. But it wasn't his choice.

"Yes you are going, but something tells me you're going to be a pouty, broody stick in the mud the whole entire time. You should really relax for once in your life. Starling will be fine. Sara and Dig will watch over it while we are gone," I remarked irritated at his attitude.

Oliver's presence was requested at one of his fathers Queen Consolidated branches in Paris, France. Oliver had refused to go until Isobel threatened him. Whatever threats she had made seemed to work and he half heartedly agreed to attend. Oliver then requested my presence along the trip since I was his partner in crime at the company.

"How am I supposed to relax when Slade is threatening to kill everyone that I love?" Oliver retorted angrily. He took his seat in front of me and looked out the small window. A look of worry and concern lay on his face as he furrowed his brow.

"Oliver, you know he isn't going to win. Maybe this trip will grant you a chance to clear your head and a get a fresh perspective on the matter. Maybe you can get a step ahead of him," I encouraged optimistically.

"Felicity, I hope nothing ever snuffs out the optimistic light you have inside of you. To me this all feels like a plan to get me out of Starling. With me gone, Slade has an easy shot at anyone close to me," Oliver said glumly.

"Sara and Diggle are keeping a close eye on everyone. They won't let anything happen to them," I said once again reminding him that our friends were more than capable of handling themselves.

A loud noise cause us both to turn our attention toward the jet door. The door had been shut, and a stewardess approached us. She informed us that we would be taking off in just a few minutes. I thanked her and turned my attention back to Oliver. He was staring out the window once more and didn't seem like he wanted to continue on the conversation that was going nowhere.

Sighing and giving my eyes a roll, I reached into my purse. I pulled out my iPhone and shifted it to airplane mode. Plugging in the earphones I had grabbed out of my bag, I pulled up my playlists of my all time favorite songs. I placed each earbud into the corresponding ear and hit the shuffle button.

A symphony of sounds filled my ears as I gazed out the window. I felt the jet lurch forward as the landscape outside started moving faster and faster before my eyes. Before I knew it we were airborne. I wanted to reach outside and touch the clouds as we flew past them. I glanced over at Oliver a few times. He seemed deep in thought as he just stared out the window. I started to grow drowsy as the relaxing sound of music played throughout my head. I figured a nap would help pass the time. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

I was woken up by a violent shaking. My dream quickly faded as the shaking continued. Music still sounded in my ears making me want to fall back to sleep.

"Oliver you don't have to shake me so hard I'm up okay?" I complained opening up my eyes. I noticed that Oliver was not in fact shaking me awake. I ripped my earbuds out of my ears and looked around. A loud beeping noise sounded through the shaking jet. Oliver was still seated in front of me with his eyes closed. I thought he was sleeping so I called out his name. He didn't respond. That's when I noticed the blood on his forehead.

I let out a gasp in shock. Looking down I saw his seatbelt wasn't on. I had fallen asleep with mine on. Looking over at the ground beside him, I saw one of his suitcase with a small amount of blood on it. Fearing for both his life and mine I cried out for help. I knew it was useless but I couldn't stop myself. I heard a voice cry out that the engine had stalled. The voice sounded feminine and I instantly thought of the stewardess.

I tried leaning over to rebuckle Oliver back to the chair. I wasn't able to reach. Knowing it was a stupid idea, I quickly unbuckled myself and dove towards him. I snapped his buckle into place just as the jet lurched forward. We were heading toward the ground and fast. I flew forward over Oliver's chair and fell fast towards the front of the jet. I somehow grabbed onto a seat and hung on for dear life. I gripped the chair as tightly as I could as my legs dangled toward the nose of the jet. With every ounce of strength that I had, I pulled myself into the chair and buckled myself in.

I could feel the pilot trying to pull the jet back up. He was actually making progress when shit hit the fan hard. A loud noise sounded outside the window. I watched as one of the wings broke off. The remainder of the wing caught fire and we began spiraling in our decent. Nausea overwhelmed me and the pressure from the fall had me on the verge of blacking out. I gripped onto my seat tightly as I sent up prayers. I was going to die.

The impact of the jet on the water caused me to hit my head on the wall of the jet and I blacked out.