Hey guys,

Wow. I don't even know what to say. The amount of support I've received for this story is phenomenal! Thank you so much! Although now I'm feeling a bit of pressure to make sure you enjoy it. :P But I hope my writing is acceptable (although I wasn't feeling it for this chapter, sorry sorry sorry). :)

I'm really sorry I won't be able to update often (at least once a week though), but I do have a lot of commitments, so I'll try my hardest!

I read through the reviews (thank you so much) and I just thought I'd clarify some things for you (not everything though). Just quickly though, I think the fic I read with a smiliar plot base was a Merlin one, but yeah :)

Yes I am aware that this will likely never happen in the actual show, but hey, a girl can dream right?

I know that the story seems a bit fast paced, but in all honesty that's what I was going for. It's only meant to be 7-8 chapters (although I think I may have to split a few). One of the key focuses of this fanfic is that something significant happens every day, which means it's pretty action packed.

The reason Oliver 2 did not just say Felicity was going to die, is that although he's gone back in time to fix everything, he still knows there are repercussions for time travel. The way he speaks (prophecises?) about the next week with all hidden meanings is to avoid the group as a whole knowing everything. He needs to save Felicity, and it's up to Oliver to determine the best course of action for that, whether she finds out or not is up to him (although everyone suspects in after Oliver 2's behavior to her).

Yes, they are the same age. Oliver 2 is from a week in the future (which is why, if you look read closely, his description says Oliver 2 and Diggle 2 both have a lot of blood on them. "Too much..." This is because they found a way back just after it happened, and why their memories of the week are so clear.

Yes, Moira is still dead. This is set post season 2, which means everything that happened still happened, Thea is MIA, Lance has recovered, Sara is off with the LOA, etc.)

Wow, this ended up really long, sorry. That's all the questions covered I think. :) Thank you for your lovely reviews! Really helps. :)

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Day One

When Felicity wakes to light streaming through her bedroom window, her mind draws a blank on the significance of this week.

Then she remembers.

Her eyes fly open as she recalls the events of last night and she tries to steady the pounding of her heart. That really happened. Oliver and Diggle (Oliver 2 and Diggle 2), came from the future, to warn them. ... In seven days, the woman you love dies in your arms. She tried to ignore the spike of emotion that caused in her heart, she didn't have time to think about that, or analyze her feelings. Besides, she knew it wasn't her, Oliver's behavior of late, and last night in particular, should prove it.

The lair descended into complete silence when the two men had left in a flash of light. Team Arrow stood there, gaping. Felicity was staring at the spot where Oliver 2 and Diggle 2 had stood moments before, trying to comprehend what had just occurred, Diggle was also staring at the floor, as if waiting for the two men to reappear and explain their cryptic message. And Oliver, Oliver was watching Felicity, wide eyed and panicked. She didn't notice his eyes on her though, and it wasn't until the light in retinas disappeared that she tore her eyes from the ground to meet Oliver's gaze. He had managed to hide majority of his emotions, but it was still clear that he had been affected.

"What," Felicity began, before she broke off, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Her voice still trembled as she spoke though. "What was that?"

Silence met her question, and Felicity thought that time may have frozen completely, because neither Oliver or Diggle moved an inch, both staring right back at her. It wasn't until Oliver shook his head and strode over to the desk that she felt the possibility of normalcy returning. But he wasn't going to the computers like she expected, no, he was going to his gear.

They watched as he haphazardly threw on his shirt, covering his scars and tattoos, a sheen of sweat built up over the muscles. No one spoke as he grabbed his phone and keys, before walking, almost running, to the stairs.

"Diggle!" Was his first words, and Felicity could tell that there was a conversation between the two in just that word, then the brief eye contact they shared as Oliver passed by. Just before he disappears, Oliver turns and meets Felicity's confused, hurt and scared eyes. A moment passes where they just stare intently at each other, before he sighs and leaves, the bang of the door making Felicity flinch.

And that's what makes her angry, that she feels so clearly terrified, and yet Oliver has left without even an 'are you okay?' or 'everything's going to be fine'. She knows that her and Oliver care for each other on different levels, but she never thought he'd just disregard her completely. But was he running? Or was he going to check on something, or someone. Maybe he needed to ensure Laurel was safe. Her anger subsides slightly as she considers what he's just heard, and how freaked out he must be, but surely he knows better than to just jump to conclusions and leave without discussion.

Diggle walking up beside her, almost shoulder to shoulder, is what brings her out of her thoughts. She turns to face him and can see him watching her, his eyes clearly troubled as he looks down at her.

"What does he think he's doing? Just... leaving like that? Shouldn't we be talking about the validity of what we just saw? I mean come on..." She can tell she's about to start rambling from her frustration, but, mercifully, Diggle cuts her off.

"Felicity. I think he just needs time to process what's happening." Is his sighed response, he turns back to look at the stairs, a frown marring his face.

Felicity sighed, "yeah, well I thought being partners meant we deal with things together." She paused, weighing her next words, before finally meeting Dig's eyes as she continued. "Is he going to check on Laurel?"

She could tell by his eyes that Diggle was not expecting her to say that, but how could she not? Diggle watched her for a moment, before sighing and walking over to grab his jacket and keys. He seemed almost exasperated, but for what she couldn't tell. "Come on, let's just head home for the night. We all need to sleep on it, hopefully make sense of it tomorrow."

Felicity groaned and gave him a look, before collecting her own gear and preparing the computers for 'home time'. She strode past him, and up the stairs. Their new location was better and worse for their nightly activities. It was better because, even with a back entrance, it was noticeable when they came and went from the old Lair, here, there were much less people. It was worse, because one of the things about having less people around is that it's easier for attacks to go unnoticed. Diggle and Oliver insisted that Felicity be walked out to her car every night, and she could always see them in her rear vision mirror before she rounded the corner, still watching her. Protecting her.

Once she was on her car, Felicity looked up at Dig, waiting for him to give her words of comfort on Oliver, because as angry as she was that he had left, she was still worried. But it seemed Diggle had no such words to give today, he just gave her a tight smile and said that he'd see her after work tomorrow, and to stay safe.

Of course, she noticed when his car turned up out front of her house not 10 minutes later (honestly, you'd think they'd know she had surveilance that triggered when it sensed their vehicles. But regardless, Felicity knew that Diggle needed this, needed to know she was safe. He was always protective of her, especially when the threat was in regards to hurting Oliver. She'd never understood, but she went along with it.

By the time Felicity gets to work she'd been doing a play by play analysis of last night. Why were they covered in blood? What was day five? The thing you desire most. And most importantly, why had Oliver 2 apologized to her? She's not stupid, she can tell the evidence is stacking up. Her not being with the group from the future, Oliver 2 apologizing, the look in his eye as he did, and Diggle 2 watching her. But it just didn't make sense.

She tried not to think about the possibility that she was the one to die (even though she was 80% sure she was at least a casualty) it was the only thing that explained her absence. But that was the big question, was she just a casualty? Or was she the woman you love.

So he took the wrong woman. I love you.

Do you understand?

We both did.

Frustrated beyond belief, and having felt a headache coming on, Felicity got up and went to the small kitchen the precinct has, before she poured herself some coffee (which probably made the headache worse).

"So, what's got your tail in a knot?" A voice from the doorway called, and Felicity turned to see Detective Lance.

"Rough night." Is her clipped response, but then her curiosity got the better of her and the words were out of her mouth before she could even blush. "Hey, did you see Laurel last night?"

Lance frowned, looking at her strangely, before he answered. "Yeah, we had dinner, she didn't leave my place until after eleven. What brought this on?"

Felicity flushed, "nothing, just curiosity." She turned back to the bench, stirring in some sugar for her coffee. Eleven. Oliver left the Lair at 9, which meant he probably couldn't have gone to Laurel. Well if he wasn't there, where was he?

After her second coffee (and some panadol for her headache) (AN: IDK what other countries are but Panadol is a basic painkiller for headaches, colds, sore muscles, etc.) Felicity was feeling pretty good, and the day went quickly.

She got the text from Oliver 20 minutes before she normally left, which was good timing for her. His text messages were usually brief, but this was even more so, straight to the lair tonight, QC can wait.

By the time she got there Oliver and Diggle were waiting, and she could tell by one look at Oliver that he hadn't stopped working out all day. That and that he hadn't slept.

"So," she had started, as she plopped down on her seat and opened some search browsers, waiting for the command. She swung around in her chair to face them, her eyes meeting Oliver's. There was something indecipherable in his eyes as he watched her intently. "What's the play?"

Oliver's eyes flickered away from her and he sighed as he looked at the screen. "China White." He said, and Felicity's fingers were already moving on the keyboard.

"I thought she was still in prison?" Diggle spoke, bending down to look at the screens, but there was nothing of interest.

"Dig's right, and the triads been quiet since her arrest, don't know how they're going to bust her out when she can't tell them what to do. It's like one of those endless cycles, they need her for the escape plan, but they need the escape plan to get her. I forgot what it's called, something like -"

"She's not the only one who has brains in the Chinese Mafia, Felicity. But I need you to look into it, see if you can find any hint of an obstraction plan."

"What, didn't Waller give you anything?" Diggle spoke and Felicity noticed when Oliver tensed next to her, before he looked up at Dig, waiting for him to continue. "Lyla saw you there, man. Don't worry, it's cool. Just tell us what you found."

Oliver sighed then, and he looked like he wanted to bang his head on the table top. Repeatedly. "Nothing. She doesn't have anything, no movement in the triad lately, according to her sources.

Felicity watched as Oliver and Diggle continued their discussion. That's when she noticed it, how close Oliver had gotten. Usually, it wasn't uncommon for him to be close, but he was almost hovering over her at the moment. And if Felicity hadn't known better, she'd say he was shielding her with his body.

Which was ridiculous, because they were in the lair, safe. But he was definitely in protective mode. And then Felicity was thinking about everything that had happened already, and what Oliver 2 said, when he apologized to her. But why had he done that? Did he break his no killing oath, or just hurt her, or was she dead?

It wasn't until she had felt Oliver tense above her that she realized she had spoken out loud. Blurted it out for the room to hear. Or at least, she had asked why he apologized. Nobody moved for a moment, and then Oliver pushed himself back from above her work station and back two steps. She swung in her chair to face him. Well, she thought, she may as well get what she could.

"Do you know, Oliver? Why you apologized?" Her stomach was a tornado of nerves, she was scared, she was excited, she was everything you could feel when you considered the fact she'd - basically - just asked Oliver Queen if he loved her. It had seemed so real, when he told her in the mansion. And he never denied it, not completely. Diggle had removed himself from the conversation, moving over to a different monitor, but it was evident he was eavesdropping.

So here she was, waiting for Oliver Queen, the man she sometimes irrationally loved, to tell her he loved her.

But, of course, she didn't get her answer.

All she got was Oliver staring at her, wide eyed, mouth parting every now and then like he was trying to speak. And his eyes, they were just so vulnerable, like the night at the mansion. This could be it, Felicity and Oliver were a foot apart, her standing, after having vacated her chair to meet Oliver's eyes. Him looking down at her, but looking so lost at the same time. He took a deep breath.

And that's when Diggle gave a muttered, "oh no."

They both snapped their heads to Dig so quickly it's lucky they didn't get whiplash.

"What?" Oliver asked. Felicity could tell he wanted to be more angry, from his clenched jaw. But his voice still held that timbre tone he uses only with her (which was weird when directed at Diggle).

Dig didn't answer, he simply unmuted the news, and transferred it to the central screen so Oliver and Felicity could see easier.

"-here at Ironheights, where just an hour ago, Chien Na Wei, the infamous leader of the Chinese Mafia in Starling City, has escaped. -"

The reaction was instant. Oliver was up by his gear ripping his hood and jacket off the newly replaced mannequin. His face was a stormy scowl, and Felicity knew anyone who met him tonight would not be leaving without a scar, luckily, with their life.

Which is why she quickly jumped forward and clutched onto his upper arm in an attempt to stop him from going to get changed.

"Oliver! You can't!"

"Felicity!"

"No, Oliver! Listen! Look, you're angry, okay! And you're not thinking straight, which is going to end badly for both sides. Plus, Roy's still in Central City looking for Thea. You can't do this now!"

"Yes I can. I did this before, without Roy, I can do this now."

So Dig stepped in. "Oliver, man, are you even listening to yourself? You can't take on the Triad, running on fumes and anger, with no back up. Yeah, I'll be there, but now is not the time."

Oliver stopped moving and glared at Diggle, before finally looking down at the blonde still clutching his arm. His eyes softened infinitesimally, but it was enough for him to listen, even for a moment while she made her case.

"Look, Roy gets home tomorrow anyway. Once he's here, we can come up with a plan. Okay? Look, we can do this. Just have faith, Oliver. Tomorrow."

Felicity watched his eyes as he seemed to deflate. His blue eyes, moments ago, filled with fire, anger and determination, dimmed again, and Felicity squeezed his arm and gave him a small reassuring smile.

That was all it took. With a sigh, Oliver turned his eyes skyward, trying not to look at the adorable IT girl with the big eyes in front of him, for fear he'd smile.

"Tomorrow."

There we go. Day One complete. It's like, 12.30am here, and I'm tired, and I'm really sorry if the chapter has errors (gramatical, punctuational, etc). I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up but hopefully in the next two days (don't hold me against it though). Enjoy, and thank you for the incredible support!