So, I just started writing again and this happened.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything otherwise I wouldn't be writing this. Title is from Swedish House Mafia's song Save the World.

"If you don't make this Oliver…" Diggle let the question hang in the air.

"I will," Oliver assured him and pushed the pessimistic thought from his mind. He took a deep breath, leveled out his head, and launched himself away from the wall. He managed the perfect length and Dig just snagged his arm. And for a moment, relief pushed out the pain. But then he felt Felicity slipping.

Her arms loosened from around his neck and she slid down his back. He grabbed her arm and the three of them dangled high above the spinning fan.

"You're going to have to drop me," Felicity said. "You have to let me go. You have to go."

Oliver shook his head. A fall from this height would kill her, let alone the large fan rapidly spinning at the bottom.

"Curtis cut the vents!" John screamed and a moment later the fan's spinning slowed. Relief coursed through Oliver, but he still refused to drop Felicity. Oliver worked against the pain and slowly pulled Felicity up, over his shoulder and put her hand over John's. She latched on tight just as his adrenaline faded away. Oliver slipped from John's grasp and all he could see was Felicity's terrified face as the world faded to black.

…

John felt one hand grab onto his just as the other one disappeared. He looked down just in time to see Oliver's body slam into the ground with a sickening crunch. "Oliver!" he screamed. But Oliver remained unmoving on the ground below.

"We have to get him!" Felicity yelled. "Dig, you have to go get him!"

"We can't. I'm sorry. We don't have enough rope. And Oliver would have my head if I let anything happen to you."

"We can't leave him behind! He would never leave any of us behind! We can't abandon him!"

Then Curtis' voice cut through her shouting. "Guys, you have to get out of there. I didn't have time to remove all the methane and I can't turn the vents on with Oliver laying on top of it. It's going to ignite soon."

Felicity let out a sob. "Pull us up!" Diggle shouted and he glanced once more at Oliver's still body. "I'm so sorry, brother," he whispered as Rene pulled the two up. Once on solid ground again, Dig picked Felicity up bridal style and the team raced out of the building. Felicity fought them the whole time, but eventually she began to tire as she realized it was futile.

They rejoined Lyla and Curtis across the street just as the ground began to shake and the building collapsed in on itself. Dig covered his eyes as dust and debris flew everywhere. Finally things began to calm down and he glanced back at their base of operations.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Dig said, surveying the damage. The building hadn't actually completely collapsed though it was definitely structurally unsound.

"Luckily, I got most of the methane out," Curtis said, "so the explosion was much more subdued."

"Cops are going to be here soon," Diggle said. "We need to leave." The distant sirens helped prove his point even if they couldn't tell if they were coming here.

"What about Oliver?" Felicity choked out.

They all exchanged a look and Felicity shook her head. "No, he can't be dead. He can't be. He can't be." She shook her head as tears came to eyes. Tears burned John's eyes too, blurring his vision, but he picked up Felicity and the group took off.

They climbed into Lyla's van. "There's an ARGUS base close by we can head to."

Diggle nodded. "Ok." The events of the last few minutes had made them forget about their tension.

Five minutes later, the van arrived at ARGUS and Lyla ushered them through security. Curtis and Felicity quickly disappeared, following some agents who promised all of the best equipment so Felicity would be up and walking again.

"I have to go," Dinah said. "I just got a call about a 'mysterious' explosion at Mayor Queen's old campaign office."

Dig nodded and put his hand on her shoulder. "Keep us updated. Let us know if—" He paused, took a deep breath, and tried to be optimistic. "When you find him," he finished. Dinah nodded, but Dig could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

"There's a car out back you can take," Lyla said. "Follow me." The two women walked off together, leaving Dig with Rene.

"You good Rene?" Dig asked.

"Hu- what- uh, yeah, I'm good. Just scared I guess. Oliver's dead isn't he?" Rene asked, meeting Diggle's eyes. Dig sighed.

"I don't know. That man has lived through a lot and I refuse to believe that this is what kills him."

"But a fall like that... not to mention he already had a hole in his back."

"I don't know, man. I don't know."

The two settled into an uneasy silence, waiting for Lyla and Curtis and Felicity. Then, Diggle's phone started to ring.

"Yes?" he asked, rather harshly.

"Jesus, calm down. It's Lance."

"Sorry Lance."

"Yeah, yeah. What happened? I don't know if you heard, but your base blew up."

"Yeah, we know."

"Are you all okay? I tried calling Oliver first but he didn't answer."

Diggle drew in a sharp breath. "We're all okay, but Oliver… he got caught in the blast. Dinah went to check it out, but we haven't heard anything yet."

"Was it Prometheus?"

"Probably, but we really don't know anything."

"Alright, well, I'm headed down there now. I'll let you know if I hear anything."

"Thanks Lance."

He hung up just as Lyla returned. "Was that Dinah?" she asked.

"No," John replied, shaking his head, "it was Lance. He's going to go see if he can find anything out." Lyla nodded and John was glad they were talking again. Perhaps he had been too hard on her. Perhaps—

Ringing threw off his train of thought and he quickly pulled his phone out. It was Dinah.

"Dinah, did you find him? Is he alive?"

"We haven't found him yet, but I think you should come down here."

"Alright, I'll be there soon."

He hung up and returned his phone to his pocket. "Dinah wants me down there."

"I'm coming with you," Lyla said and Diggle nodded.

"Alright."

"I'm coming too," Rene said. Dig nodded and the three headed towards the van they had taken there. He pulled out his phone again as Lyla started the van and texted Curtis.

Diggle: Me, Lyla, and Rene are going back to the base to meet up with Dinah. How's Felicity?

Curtis: Felicity's good, up and walking again and it's lyla, rene and I

Diggle: What?

Curtis: Grammatical speaking, you should say lyla, rene, and i not me, rene, and lyla

Diggle: Just make sure your fix for Felicity is permanent.

Curtis: Yes, supper.

Curtis: Goddamn autocorrect yes sir.

Diggle returned his phone to his pocket and sighed. Curtis always got talkative when he was nervous and this apparently transferred to texting as well. It wasn't long before the van rolled to a stop and Dig hopped out, rushing to find Dinah.

She met them at the edge of the scene. "They just entered the shaft," she said, giving them an update. "But it was very blocked up, so it might be awhile until they reach Oliver…" She didn't voice what they were all thinking. Assuming he's still alive.

Finally, over two hours later, a young man rushed over to Dinah. "Ma'am, we've reached the end of the shaft."

"And?" Dinah said, impatiently.

"And nothing. It was empty."

Author's Note: Hope y'all enjoyed. There will be more. For now, let me know what you thought.