A/N: So this is my new Arrow story and I hope you give this one as much love as you give my other one, You're Banging My Bedroom Wall. This one is heavier than that one and takes place in an adjacent Arrowverse that starts about a year and a half after the events of Season 2.

There's unexplainable magic and its unknown origins (just know that it exists, it's possible, and cannot be explained by any science), metahumans, Batman and fam, the Flash, League of Assassins, A.R.G.U.S., No Aliens, No Amazons, No Space Cops (i.e. Green Lanters of any sort), lots of action, some blood, a little torture. We're going to travel the globe some and hopefully you don't get too lost on the way. Time jumps around here some, but I'll always tell you WHEN and WHERE we currently are.

Felicity's got a past in this one, and it's one that she thought that she had buried properly.

Olicity is our endgame but it's going to be a rocky road to get there.

And as always, I don't own Arrow or DC Comics, just the plot and my OCs.


Death in the Family

December, a couple weeks before Christmas

Gotham City, New Jersey – 2:05 PM EST

"I'm standing outside Wayne Tower where five people have been standing on the roof of the building for nearly an hour now," Vicki Vale reported. She held back a shudder as a harsh wind blew across the cold streets of Gotham. It had just begun to snow and the sight was both beautiful and tragic considering the circumstances. "I've just been told that the names of these five people are Gabriella Talbot, August San Nicolas, Andrew O'Sullivan, Percy Smoak, and Felicity Smoak."

She glanced up behind her at the tall, imposing tower above her just as a scream issued from nearby. Vicki let out a horrified gasp as she watched as five bodies plummeted down to the ground like speeding bullets.

They hit the ground around the same time after what seemed like a lifetime, each with a sickening thud.


Starling City, California – 12:17 PM PST

The doors to the elevator on the executive floor opened and a young man wearing a red sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head rushed out. The man moved with both purpose and trepidation as he ignored the young woman sitting at the desk that had stood up and attempted to stop him as he shoved open the door to the office.

"You need to see this," he said without preamble, dropping the tablet in his hands onto the desk.

"Roy?" Oliver glanced over at his other partner and sometimes bodyguard Digg. The man just shrugged in confusion and shook his head. "What's wrong, Roy?"

Roy pushed his hood back and shook his head, unable to say the words to his mentor. "Just look," he insisted, pointing at the tablet aware that his hand was shaking.

With a heavy sigh Oliver picked the tablet up and turned it on. An article published a little less than an hour ago by the Gotham Gazette stared back at him on the screen. Oliver looked back up to stare at Roy, who was now pacing back and forth the length of his office.

"What is this? What am I supposed to be looking at, Roy? What's so important about the suicide of a group of people on the other side of the country? It's tragic and unfortunate, yes, but we couldn't have stopped it."

"Read it!" Roy yelled at him, roughly grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging anxiously. "Read it, Oliver, and you'll know why it's important!"

Oliver picked the tablet back up and read through the article. After a moment he understood and Oliver felt the dread build in the pit of his stomach, threatening to make him sick. The tablet slipped from his fingers and dropped to his desk.

"Oliver?" Digg stared between the two men, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?"

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, unable to hold it up anymore. "Felicity…" he whispered.

"What about her, Oliver?"

"She's dead!" Roy snapped, unable to take it any longer. "Felicity's dead! She jumped off of a building and killed herself!"


Blüdhaven, New Jersey – 10:49 PM EST

Felicity sat on the edge of the metal table beneath the wall of weapons and gear next to her brother and listened as the others spoke. She flashed the pen light in each of his blue eyes and then checked the back of his head where he had hit the pavement earlier.

"Thank you for helping us, Bruce," Gabriella murmured, her French accent thicker than usual. "You don't know how much this means to us. After what happened…" she trailed off.

"You're welcome, Gabriella," he replied. "If there's anything else that you need before you go, don't hesitate to ask. We will be glad to help you."

"Just make sure the story, the death certificates, everything, is wiped," Drew said. "If we can somehow return back to our regular lives in the future, none of us want our deaths to be questioned by people."

The sound of someone quickly typing on a keyboard suddenly became prominent in the warehouse. "Already on it," Tim announced, his fingers flying across the keys as he spoke. "Once a few months go by, all I have to do is hit a key and it'll be gone."

Felicity parted the hair on the back of Percy's head and lightly probed the thin scar that had formed where his skull had been cracked open. The teenager's work was always superb, she had to give him that. "Does this hurt?" she asked, pressing her fingers against the scar.

"No," he said. She nodded and then playfully ruffled his freshly dyed hair. It had been awhile since she had seen his natural brown and it was a nice change from his usual vibrant reds, blues and greens. Percy grinned and swatted her hands away. His expression turned serious a moment later and he looked his sister in the eyes. "We're going to be okay, right, Felicity? All of us?"

She nodded, gaze unwavering. "Yeah, we're going to be fine," she reassured him as she took his hand in hers and pulled him down off the table with her. "Now, c'mon, let's join the others."

They crossed the main room of the warehouse and joined the others where they stood standing around the main computer of Nightwing's main base of operations. Gabriella wiped a stray tear from beneath her eye with the back of her hand and turned to face the siblings as they approached. She gave Percy a small encouraging smile and squeezed his shoulder as he went to talk to Tim. Her green eyes slid across to stare at Felicity and she frowned disapprovingly.

Felicity looked away and crossed her arms defensively. "What?"

"You know what – why didn't you tell him? Don't you think he has a right to know the truth?" she questioned. "Considering the way the two of you feel about each other I think he does."

"He doesn't know how he feels," Felicity scoffed.

Gabriella pursed her lips and skeptically raised a brow at her. "I would say that it's the very opposite, that he does know, Felicity. And I would know considering that I am Love," she stressed. "I know love. I can feel it, ma chérie, and it's there between the two of you. A beautiful, pure love…When I met him at Percy's graduation six months ago, before all of this connerie happened, I saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch when he shook my hand. And it just radiated off of the man in waves."

She closed her eyes and sighed dreamily, clutching both of her hands to her chest against her heart. "He loves you so much, Felicity, and the belief that you died is going to kill him," Gabriella whispered, reaching out to softly caress the apple of Felicity's cheek.

Felicity sighed and leaned into her touch, suddenly reminded of when her mom would do the same thing. She felt the same love radiate off of Gabriella and she let it wash over her like a balm. After a moment she pulled away and shook the feeling off. "He's better off not knowing the truth. It's safer for him this way."

Gabriella frowned at her again. "Did you at least tell your mother?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course we did. And I made sure that she'll be well supported."

"Is she the only person he told too?"

Felicity nodded, pushing her own freshly dyed hair – it was as close as she was going to get to her real brunette color – back from her face. "Yeah," she sighed. "He told me that the only person important enough to know was Mom, so…" She shrugged helplessly.

Gabriella sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I'm going to miss you, Felicity," she whispered into her hair.

"Me too, Gabriella," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion.

"This isn't goodbye, hermanita. More like I'll see you soon." Felicity pulled away enough to look at Auggie as he approached them. She gave him a watery smile and he wrapped the two women in his arms. After a moment she pulled away to give them a few minutes alone and went to stand next to Bruce.

"Thank you for helping us. It was a lot to ask of anyone."

He crossed his arms and leaned against the table behind him as he stared intently at Felicity. "We'll track one all down and notify you when it's safe to return. But I have to warn you that it may be years before he calls them off their search."

Felicity sighed softly and looked away at the main screen where Tim had pulled up the digital copies of their death certificates. "I just wish that it didn't have to come to this." She sighed again and removed her glasses before covering her eyes with her hand. "We're just lucky that we were able to get into contact with Klarion in such short notice, otherwise…" she trailed off and tensed at the sudden feeling of Bruce's hand on her shoulder before forcing herself to ignore her initial instinct to flip him clear across the room and relax. "It would have been a bloodbath – us against them with the people closest to us in the crossfires."

"It's going to be okay," he murmured softly, squeezing her shoulder.

"That's yet to be seen," a voice interjected flatly. Felicity pulled her hand away to look at Drew. She rolled her eyes to herself and frowned at him. Before she could say something, Dick appeared in the doorway still dressed in his Blüdhaven PD uniform.

He squared his shoulders and stepped into the room, his expression grim as he quickly scanned the room with keen blue eyes. His uniform was wrinkled and his dark hair was a disheveled mess after running his hands through it all day long. Dick huffed out a sigh and walked straight to his mentor and father-figure.

"It took a while but I got it done, Bruce. They think their families came to retrieve their bodies," he informed him.

Bruce nodded and pushed away from the table. All conversation ceased and everyone's attention shifted to him as he walked to the center of the room. "It's time," he said, taking a moment to meet each person's gaze.

Felicity nodded and she and her friends exchanged hugs as Bruce, Dick and Tim looked on. There were tears and promises to be careful were made in their last few moments together and Felicity couldn't hold back her sobs. Percy stood at her shoulder silent, avoiding everyone's gazes by focusing on the toe of his boot, and Felicity gripped his hand tightly in hers before squeezing. He sniffled quietly and bit his lip as he squeezed back in thanks.

"Remember: this isn't the end," Auggie reminded them. "We'll see each other again."

Without looking up Percy spoke. "I have faith that we will," he whispered. Gabriella smiled softly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Drew stuck his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans and looked on to each of their faces, his expression grim and a little bit of something else. "I can be a real fucking pessimist sometimes, but I'm still Hope. I have hope that everything will turn out okay."

They fell silent and when they found that there was nothing to else say that hadn't already been said over the past week, they parted their separate ways.

It was a great sacrifice on their part, but it was a small price to pay to protect the people they love.


ma chérie – my dear

connerie – bullshit

hermanita – little sister

I hope you liked it. Give me your theories as to what's going on with Felicity and her friends. I doubt anyone will get it…

Ask questions if you're confused and I'll answer them as much as I can without being spoilery.