Hi! This story is basically a collection of ficlets from various prompts and challenges. It's labeled as "in progress" because I'll probably keep adding more over time; still each chapter is a stand alone piece.
I would be tremendously thankful if you reviewed on every chapter you liked or thought was special. Getting feedback of any kind is so meaningful and I deeply appreciate and enjoy reading your opinions, favourite lines and such :)
The first four are basically ficlets, in response to a line of dialogue and an emotion behind it.
This one is a response to "Are you dead?" being dramatic.
Hope you guys like it!
"ARE YOU DEAD?"
"Oliver? Are you dead? OLIVER!?"
Her voice is a shrill though the comms.
The amount of times she has been in this situation, feeling utterly powerless is infinitely higher than she wished.
Static is the only thing she hears, the silence of the foundry a stark contrast to her wildly beating heart. Blood pumps through her veins, resonating in her ears until they match the turmoil that is her mind. Inner thoughts oscillate between hearing his reassuring voice and the worst possible outcome of this.
"Oliver. This isn't funny. Please say something, anything!"
Her voice trembles now, tears blinding her vision, her delicate hands holding onto the edge of her desk for dear life.
An explosion goes off that makes her jump from her seat, the distinct sound of fire breaking out heard in the distance. Over time they'd worked on his suit to be bulletproof, but there was little that could do against fire.
She paces in the space between their desks, raking her head on what to do. Diggle was out there, Sara too; but their comms had been cut off long before. Oliver's voice had been the only soothing sound she had been left with in the midst of this fallout.
And now it was gone, after three arrows had been fired.
She runs back to her desk when the memory of his tracker sparks in her mind. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, a hand straying away only to dry off the treacherous tears that are clouding her vision.
A muted 'fuck' leaves her lips as she comes empty handed, the tracker being deactivated.
She's losing her mind, hands running over her face and tangling on her hair, trying and failing to hold onto any hope of a happy ending. Her knees give up after another minute of silence goes by, and she succumbs to the floor, holding onto her middle as sobs take over her body.
A beat passes and then she hears it.
It's faint, and definitely not the most reassuring sound, but in that moment it means everything. A faint breath leaves his lips, muffled over yet another explosion, at to the point she's scared that it's simply her mind playing tricks on her.
"Oliver?" Her voice is frail, hesitant.
"I've never heard you swear before"
His voice is hoarse and followed by a coughing fit due to the smoke filling his lungs; but still draws the biggest smile from her, breath she didn't know she was holding leaving her in a breathy laugh.
"Let's make sure I never have to again."
