"I don't understand," she paced in front of Felicity, "Why would the Arrow take such an interest in such a mediocre girl. Look at me," she said. When Felicity didn't respond, she yelled it again, "Look at me!"

Felicity's head jolted up at the loud voice, looking her in the eye.

"I'm strong, I'm smart, I can help him. Just like he helped me," she continued. Felicity could make out the tattoo over her heart, it was a heart with an arrow running through it. How recent had she gotten it?

"Instead, he spends his nights with a four-eyed little nobody," Carrie walked over and lifted Felicity's chin to look up at her. "What makes you so special?"

"Well, I'm not completely mentally deranged for a start," Felicity angrily spat.

"I am not –" Carrie's eyes filled with rage. "I love him."

"I don't believe you know what love is."

"It's doing everything possible for the other person, it's helping that person and caring for them."

"And it's not taking people he cares about hostage in order to get a little attention!" Felicity yelled.

"Shut up," she slapped Felicity across the face and her glasses fell.

"He's going to be here any minute, and when he does, he's not going to be fawning all over you like you think, he's going to be pissed," Felicity told her coldly.

"That's what you think," Carrie sneered.

"You should know, she's usually right," Carrie looked up to see the Arrow on a platform above her, an arrow pointed in her direction.

"Arrow," she smiled, "You came."

"Well, you took my girl hostage, you didn't leave me much of a choice. Look, let her go, and we'll talk."

"No. No, I have to get rid of her," she was unhinged, and Felicity was getting nervous as every moment passed. It didn't help that she couldn't see her surroundings.

"No you don't, you leave her alone. Don't touch her. Don't even look at her," Oliver hissed.

Carrie lifted her own bow and began to aim it at Felicity, before she had a chance to release the arrow, a green arrow pierced into her leg stunning her. Oliver jumped from the platform and charged at her, but before he could get to her there was an explosion. She had rigged a bomb close to where she was standing with Felicity.

"No!" Oliver yelled. It was smoky, he couldn't get a visual on Carrie or Felicity, but carefully made his way through the smoke to their direction. "Felicity!" Oliver's deepened Arrow voice called across the room waiting for a response. As the smoke began to clear, he could see her across the room.

She lay there, completely still, as Oliver made his way to her and dropped quickly to his knees. He rolled her over gently so her head was then on his lap, and he leaned his head in closer to hear her breathing and became relieved. She was alive. "Felicity, c'mon wake up for me. C'mon," he brushed the hair out of her face.

Captain Lance made his way down the corridor, gun out and ready for anything. He felt like he owed Felicity Smoak, and he'd do what it'd take to get her back to safety. He came around the corner to a large smoky room and saw the Arrow on the ground, his back to him and heard the distorted voice speaking to her. He didn't expect what he heard next.

"C'mon Felicity, come back to me," Oliver said to her again, rubbing his gloved thumb across her cheek, trying to will her to wake up. He looked down at his hood and hit the button turning the voice distorter off. Maybe if she heard his real voice she could hear him, and maybe she would wake up. "Felicity, come on, I need you to wake up. Come on, come back to me. I need you. You're the only way I'm going to get through this, you know that. I need my girl," Oliver's words started to choke in his throat. What if she couldn't wake up? His last sentence were some of the truest words he'd ever said to someone. He truly needed her.

Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was the voice of Oliver Queen. And suddenly everything was making sense to him.

"Oli-Oliver," Felicity was finally whispering.

"Hey, there she is," Oliver smiled at her.

Her eyes squinted, trying to focus his face, she had lost her glasses and could see only faint blurs, but she could see his mask and the hood, "Whoops, I should have called you the Arrow," she coughed.

"Are you okay?"

"Hit my head, I might have a concussion," she told him. "I'm going to try to sit up now," she slowly moved to sit up, and his hand supported her back.

"Hey, are you two all right?" they heard Captain Lance's voice come into the room.

"Voice," Felicity whispered to Oliver low, and he reached down to turn on his voice synthesizer.

"Felicity hit her head, I need you to help her out of here so I can go after Cupid."

"No way," Felicity argued. "No, I'm not leaving here without you."

"You can't go."

"And you can't go after her alone. You know it. We need to regroup and get a plan together. You going in blind does nothing but get you killed, and that's not an option for me."

"She's injured. I'm going."

"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving. We've been through this. Now is not the time."

"No offense, but she seems to know what she's talking about," Captain Lance added.

"We go home and regroup. We do not go chasing her, this was probably all a trap anyway."

"I could end this."

"You could be ending yourself, it's suicide and you know it," she walked over to the green blur in front of her and put her hands on his arms. "Put the bow down and let's think this through."

"All right," he nodded at her and put his arrow back in his quiver. "You need a hospital."

"I'll be fine."

"You just told me you thought you had a concussion, you're going. Captain," he turned to him, "Can you take her to the hospital?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Come on, I'll help you to the car," Oliver told her before scooping her up in his arms.

"I can walk."

"You have a concussion and you can't see, I'm carrying you. I'm not going after Cupid so you're not going to argue with me about this."

Oliver sat Felicity in the passenger's side of the car, "Call to check in," he told her for appearances. He'd meet her at the hospital after changing.

"I will," she replied before he closed the door.

"Who should I call? To let them know she's in the hospital," Lance asked the Arrow before getting in the car.

"Best bet is call Queen."

He didn't know that Lance knew. And not just that Oliver was the Arrow. But that in that five minutes that he listened to Oliver beg and plead Felicity to come out from her sleep, he could hear the desperation and love Oliver had for her. Even if he didn't realize it himself, Lance knew it was there.

"I will. As soon as she's checked into the hospital and I know where she is."

"No. Call him on the way there. He'll probably want to meet you there." His voice was cold and stern, even with the synthesizer.

"Done." Lance got in the car and drove away, heading towards the hospital, while Oliver jumped on his motorcycle and headed for the foundry, driving faster then he had ever gone before.

"How are you feeling?" Oliver asked as he entered Felicity's hospital room.

"Like I just got blown up," she told him.

"Very funny," he gave a fake smile she couldn't see. "I brought you a present," he told her before placing her spare glasses in her hand.

"Oh thank god," she said. "I was going crazy not being able to see anything," she placed them on her face and gave him a smile.

"I'm sorry, about what happened."

"You're sorry you have a crazed stalker fan? I'm sorry about that too, but I don't see how it's either of ours fault."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I just can't understand why she'd kidnap me."

"You're joking right?" Oliver sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"What do you mean?"

"She knew exactly who she was kidnapping. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to kill you."

"For fun, yeah I know."

"No, to eliminate the competition," he told her.

"What?" she was confused.

"Felicity, you have to know," he was hesitant. "You have to know how I feel. About, about you, I mean. I mean, I have – I mean. What I mean is – I – I-"

"Oliver," she reached out and grabbed his hand, "It's my job to ramble. Remember?"

"Felicity, I – I love you," he looked her straight in the eye. Once it was out, it was the easiest thing he's ever had to admit. It felt good to admit.

"Oliver, I –"

"You don't have to say anything, but that's why. That's why she took you. She knew."

Felicity sat forward in bed, and reached her hand out to Oliver's cheek, and pulled him closer until her lips met his. This was not how Oliver had expected the night to go. But he wasn't sorry about it. He moved his body to the edge of the chair and took her face in both of his hands, her cheeks were warm, her lips were soft, and nothing in the entirety of his life had felt so complete as this moment. Their lips parted and they leaned their foreheads together as Felicity whispered to him, "Oliver, I love you, too."