Endgame- Oliver choosing between Felicity and Laurel,
Synopsis- Detective Lance is dead, Laurel seeks vengeance and felicity grows in importance to team arrow
Secretly, lover of Olicity. Could see it landing either way, depending on what the mass majority wants.
I do not own Arrow, etc.
Criticism is welcomed, will continue if there is any demand. Thank you!
Based on current story lines
The door to the arrow cave suddenly opens, Felicity wasn't expecting anyone. Diggle was on a date with Carly and Oliver was out being the vigilante. She laughed to herself, still not believing she was a part of a team. She was never picked on a team, even in gym class…
BAM
The noise shook her from her thought process, then she saw a green blur rolling down the stairs to the floor of the arrow cave. Still in shock she didn't move, not a word had come from the green thing laying on the floor. She listened intently, not hearing a peep, she got up and cautiously walked toward the blob on the floor.
She got three steps away, clearly aware of her surroundings; the cold cement under her feet, the soft buzzing on the computer processers, and the eerie nonexistent strap jacket that is not allowing her to catch her breath as she creeps closer.
Then she hears it, no, not hearing, but feels it, a broken spirit. Then she hears it, a barely audible sniffle and a catching of breath.
"Ollie…" she hesitantly says, not wanting to make her presence known.
The green blob doesn't move just continues to whimper and give off the persona of a broken spirit.
Although the blob is in the fetal position, she stands over it, and sees an identifying object, Oliver's bow.
Felicity, filled with hesitance and happiness that he is back safe, reaches down and removes the green hold from Oliver's head. Slowly, excruciatingly slow. Once the hood is off, she see's a man she has never seen before.
Green paint that normally masks Oliver's hardened eyes is running down his cheeks and his blue eyes are watery and look like waves crashing the ocean surface. Tears have dried in his beard with white streaks of proof of where they had been. Oliver lays there, as if she's not there… motionless.
Felicity, taken back by this man that is normally so sure of himself and confident. She takes a mental picture to hold onto the next time he yells at her... then she jumps into action.
She runs and grabs her cell to txt diggle, "Arrow cave… now"
Looking back to the lump on the floor she runs back over to Oliver, she steps over top of him to try to ease him onto his back. Felicity uses all of her force and while she gets him to roll over to his back, she falls down right on top, straddling him. Her cheeks warm as she sits there for a second. Oliver doesn't seem to notice or care that she is literally on top of him. So she stays there, feeling the cold of his leather suit against her legs and the fast repetition of his heart. Oliver continues to look away…
Felicity decides to speak, "Ollie, its me Felicity, your friendly IT girl..." Barely audible and more of a mumble. She continues, "Ollie, what… what happened, I am scared… I am officially scared of whatever demon has you. I have never been scared of you, even when you showed up in my car with a gunshot wound. I wasn't scared. But right now, Oliver Queen, you are scaring me… Please, damnit say something…"
Self-loathing, extreme sadness clouded Oliver's eyes, no more tears were being spilled. The remains were just lying in a pool on the floor. He spoke; quietly, with cracking in his voice…
"Detective… Detective Lance… is… dead…"
With this admission, the clouds in his eyes filled with water and dropped out of his eyes like rain in April. Felicity didn't know what to do, so she leaned down and give him a kiss on the cheek, and while she was pressed upon him and close to his ear she spoke, "Ollie, sorry…"
With those two words, Oliver released the river he had been holding back and wrapped his arms around felicity in a tight hug, effectively not allowing her to sit back up. She felt the rush of new warm tears on her cheek.
Felicity relaxed, and held him tightly and didn't let go in until his grip had loosened and he had finally passed out there on the floor.
Diggle walked in right as she was removing herself from Oliver. Questions all over his face.
Felicity went over the couch and fell over exhausted, looking briefly back at diggle she said, "detective Lance is no longer with us."
Diggle found two blankets and wrapped both the vigilante and Felicity up before heading to the computers to find out what actually happened.
I will continue if there is demand. Thanks for reading, please critique if you are able.
