I do not own Arrow or any of its beautiful characters. I just borrow them to entertain myself and others.

*Note added from later chapter: Just a note, my interpretation of Sara might be a bit different from the Sara on Arrow. When I started this, I didn't really have any idea how she would interact with other characters- especially Felicity. I'm going to proceed with my original vision of her rather than conform to the tv version. Keep that in mind as you read as she might appear a little OOC.


Muffled pleas pelted her sensitive eardrums as consciousness begrudgingly coaxed her five senses back to life. Felicity struggled to yank open her eyes while her thoughts clawed at stifling cobwebs clinging to her brain. Slowly, her immediate surroundings mentally came into focus. A warm and frantic pressure danced across her cheeks and trailed through her hair. As light peeked through her cracked eyelids, mumbles morphed into panicked words.

"Please, please, please Felicity! Wake up! Please wake up!"

Although her open eyes were greeted by a thick fog, a wave of relief washed over her as she identified the movement against her skin: hands. The two hands that offered hope in even the direst of circumstances. Which I appear to be in not so great circumstances. Well. Glad my brain isn't defective. Now for the lungs. Inhaling to rush oxygen through her system, an unfamiliar smell of fish and damp wood tickled her olfactory senses.

A frightening thought flew from her lips and she whispered, "This is so not my house."

"Felicity!" The aforementioned hands desperately clamped both sides of her face.

Smiling despite her fuzzy vision, the blonde opened her mouth to speak, but two lips smashed against her own. When Felicity's eyes fluttered closed and lips parted in pleasure, the unexpected taste of salt pricked her tongue. Tears. Now on the brink of panic, she escaped the kiss with a wiggle. Her eyes snapped open to blue eyes glowing with relief, but stained with fear and regret. Regret? Why is there regret? Although not a foreign look, Felicity had never seen that intense stare thrown in her direction.

Flooded with concern, she grazed a thumb across a tear stained cheek and queried gently, "What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?" The last question leapt from her throat as a tiny squeak.

A chuckle and a smile followed by a light kiss served as her response. The face disappeared into a blur as it pulled away and a husky voice let out a small, bemused sigh, "Oh, Felicity. You're worried about me, not yourself? Waking up in a strange place doesn't bother you?"

Not amused by the lighthearted tone, the blonde carefully maneuvered herself into a sitting position despite her shaky limbs. Diagnosing the haze as the lack of glasses and contacts, she grumbled at her inability to survey her surroundings. Blobs of color all around told her very little. Despite the handicap, she could clearly make out the freckled face now devoid of the smile she loved so much. Once again, she brushed a thumb against the wet skin and asked, "Sara, are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry," the other blonde breathed reluctantly as she raised one of Felicity's hands to her lips. After caressing the top with her thumb, she twisted her wrist and lightly kissed her palm. She stared down at the pale hand and repeated painfully, "I'm so sorry, Felicity."

Completely confused, the other woman shook her head and queried quickly, "Why? What did you do? Did you break something" The IT nerd shifted into a babble, "What did you break? I told you to be careful around the computers. Did you—"

"Felicity," Sara's finger on her mouth truncated the bundle of questions. "We've been kidnapped," she stated hesitantly, never taking her eyes off the flustered girl.

Snorting, Felicity responded, "The Black Canary doesn't get kidnapped."

"You're right," a female voice interrupted the two girls. Only able to see a dark figure, the blonde squinted in its direction as the woman explained, "She followed of her own accord when her girlfriend was snatched from her bed."

"Perturbed British voice," the blonde noted aloud. "Doesn't ring a bell." While racking her memory for the owner of the voice, the reality of the situation suddenly took hold. "Why was I kidnapped?" she asked both her captor and her girlfriend.

"Because your girlfriend thinks she is above the laws. She is gravely mistaken."

Sara cradled Felicity's hands between her own and admitted with that regret Felicity spotted floating behind her eyes moments before, "I thought they would let me go. I trusted her." As despair crept across her girlfriend's face, the assassin clenched the now trembling hands and apologized yet again, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have trusted her."

Trying to piece together the somewhat disjointed statements, the other woman replied, "Her as in the 'her' that poisoned Laurel and kidnapped your mom? Please say no—" Sara's slow nod downward punctured the small hope that this didn't have anything to do with the League of Assassins.

"Nyssa," Sara confirmed.

"Your ex," Felicity further expounded upon the shittiness of the situation.

"The woman who saved her life and instilled in her the strength to survive. The woman she loved and who loved her," the Heir to the Demon twisted the knife.

"Nyssa, please," Sara exclaimed as she jerked her gaze from her frazzled girlfriend to her taunting ex. "Give me a moment."

"A what?" Felicity didn't like the sound of that. "People say 'give me a moment' when they are about to leave." Her hands crept up Sara's arms as she whispered her name, "Sara…"

Wrapping the woman in a hug, Sara said with tears in her eyes, "I have to go with her. It's the only way."

"You're leaving? No! You can't!" Felicity yanked herself from her girlfriend's embrace. For a moment, she hated Sara. How dare she strut into her life only to abandon her now?

"Don't hate me," the woman begged as she easily read the emotion in her girlfriend's eyes. "Felicity," Sara stressed with certainty, "I love you. I'm coming back."

The other woman's jaw slackened at the three little words Sara had never said to her. She heard a metal door squeak open and saw a hand rip Sara from her sight by the hair. "Sara!" she screamed into the abyss of colors as she stumbled to her feet and hobbled in her direction. "Don't take her, please!"

She heard Sara yell, "Felicity! Stop! Don't chase—" A fist smashing against Felicity's temple darkened her vision and silenced her girlfriend's screams as she crumpled to the ground in a heap.


Random idea that popped into my head after the "Heir to the Demon" episode. May or may not be worth continuing. Of course, the nerd and the assassin need to be paired up. If I continue, the past build up between the two will be fleshed out along with the present kidnapping. In reality, it will start right at the end of S2E13.

Let me know what you think.