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Both women worked in silence, Felicity at the computer and Laurel punching the stuffing out of some of the dummies. Neither of the women were close; at best, they were allies. But now, neither knew where they stood. Around them Team Arrow had fallen apart. Oliver had fallen to Ra's al Ghul. Diggle had loyally went in search of his best friend, leaving Lyla and little Sara behind. Both Oliver and Diggle had been missing for a while, each day weighing down on the remainder team members. Roy had packed up his stuff and taken Thea away in an attempt to distance themselves from the sad memories that surrounded them in Starling.
"Train me," Felicity broke the silence, swiveling to face Laurel. It was a decision she had been mulling over for the last week. Roy, Diggle, and Oliver had all fought hard to keep this city safe. She couldn't let their sacrifice be undone. Plus, watching them walk out of her life left her feeling rather helpless.
"What?" Laurel asked surprised. She was unsure how to take the question, not having been close to Felicity.
"You need me, well, not really… But it would be safe if I was there with you. Not that you can't protect yourself, but, you know, safety in numbers. Statistically speaking, people are three times as safe when they are not alone and… I am going to stop now," Felicity rambled, unsure how to convince Laurel.
"Okay, I'll do it," Laurel decided, surprising Felicity in. In the past months, under the training of Nyssa and previously Dig and Oliver, Laurel had turned into quite the fighter. Imparting her knowledge to Felicity would better the team, or what was left of it. Starling City deserved the salvation Oliver had so wanted for it. Another hero in the streets certainly would help.
"Really?" Felicity was surprised. She had at least expected some disagreement on Laurel's part. Laurel was the assistant DA for a reason. Felicity had spent the most of last night working on a list of logical reasons why Laurel should agree to train her. She wouldn't admit it but she was rather proud of her list of points.
"You're right," Laurel admitted. Felicity savored the moment. She got the feeling that Laurel didn't exactly always hand admittances like that out.
"Ollie… He gave me a reason to fight. After Sara died, I had nothing but anger to hold me together. But, now?" Laurel paused, pointing at the Canary suit. "This city needs me to hold it together and it needs you, too. We start training tomorrow, bright and early." With that, Laurel turned on her heel, leaving Felicity alone with her thoughts.
Felicity rested her head in her hands, unsure whether she had made the right decision. Who was she kidding? She was just an IT girl from Vegas. She wasn't a superhero.
"No!" She firmly muttered to herself. She couldn't fall apart. She had to be strong like Oliver had been. The pit in her stomach enlarged, just thinking about him. She hadn't said it back to him, before he left. She hadn't said I love you. The regret gnawed at her, but she couldn't go down that rabbit hole. She dealt with the grief poorly the first few months in his absence. Since, she had shut herself away from the memory of Oliver as much as she could, her heart still raw from the pain.
She pushed herself away from the table. She scrambled to the exit, the familiarity of the foundry making her sick. All she had to do was take it one day at a time. Maybe one day, she would wake up and not need to put herself back together again.