Author's Note: This will be the last chapter before the rating is jacked up to M (E on AO3). Just a warning.

Everything was a bright contrast of colors. Bold and yet blurred. Soft and yet clear. She was standing in a place that she both didn't know, but she understood. Felicity was alone as she spun in a circle. Blues and greens everywhere in the room and then suddenly everything cleared enough so that she could focus. She was in a room. A room that had multiple computer stations along one wall. Along another wall seemed to be an infirmary and medical lab of sorts, a metal table nearby. On another wall, a row of glass cases…

Felicity found herself moving towards them, as if she were being tugged to them. Her eyes widened, but it wasn't surprising even though it WAS surprising. Damn, she hated to feel so conflicted. There were eight cases in all, they were perfectly lit up to show off the suits inside. The first one drew her and kept her there as her hand moved out to touch the glass. The suit inside was green…it was made of leather and cloth with a hood. In the case was a bow and a quiver full of arrows with green and yellow fletchings.

She stopped for a moment, her hand finally pressing against the glass. Questions floating through her head. How did she know all of these things? How did she know all of these words? Was this her life before? Was this what she didn't remember? Was this a team of some kind? Was that why there were eight cases? Her mind floated back to the green costume, it was obviously for a man and she couldn't stop staring at it thinking that there was something so right about it. Her eyes moved to the side, to the next case. This one was for a woman, white leather and a bo staff was in the case. Felicity realized that she felt a connection to that suit as well. Quickly, she took in every suit and found herself feeling like she knew them all…that she had some kind of connection to them.

When her head started to spin, she pushed herself away and turned her back to the only wall that she hadn't looked at yet. What she saw then, it scared her. A row of stasis pods lined the wall…which wasn't exactly a wall to the room, but a wall that was a hallway. Felicity stepped towards the pods and realized that one still housed someone. As she got closer, she felt sick as she looked in both directions and saw the pods stretch down the corridor. Unlike in the lab or whatever stood in the room behind her, the walls were concrete grey. The pods illuminated the hallway, giving it a soft blue glow. It didn't help it feel any less ominous though.

Turning to look back to the occupied pod, she also realized that it was the only one that she'd spotted that had a small bright purple light that was illuminated near what seemed like the handle to the pod, all the rest had been red. As she stared at the pod, she reached forward, her hand gliding across the smooth surface of the glossy white stasis pod. Her eyes taking in the resident and something tugged inside of her. She knew him. It was like with the others, but being there…seeing him…it was stronger.

"Ray," she breathed.

Dark brown hair and such a kind face. Felicity stood there staring at him. Ray Palmer. She knew him. They'd worked together. He had brown eyes. He was a good person. She knew this as well as she knew her name was Felicity. It felt like something had hit her suddenly. Was it because she was remembering? Even if it was just a bit? Was it something else? More? Tears filled her eyes as she battled the emotions. Taking a step back, she looked at how to release him, but then the large black letters across the bottom of the pod caught her eye.

ARGUS.

Felicity sat straight up and found herself panting, trying to catch her breath. It took a moment before the memories or the dream…the memory of the dream…until they hit her. Had it been real? Was it a memory? Was Ray a real person? He wasn't somebody that she'd seen so far.

"You okay?"

Looking over, she found Caitlin sitting not far, just staring at her. Did she tell her? No one else remembered things or felt that people were familiar, no one except her. Did she really need to be branded some kind of outcast more than she was for just being new? Felicity didn't think so. Not until she knew more. Not until she knew whether it was just her brain making things up or if Ray and that place were real.

"Yeah, just…I don't even remember what it was…" Felicity lied.

"Nightmare. Some people have them, but it's usually the Runners…"

Felicity just stared at her for a moment and then the sounds of moans floated towards them. She just looked at Caitlin for an explanation. She KNEW what the moans were from, she wasn't stupid, but did people really just have sex all the time there? There were no walls. There were support poles and roofs, that was it.

"Welcome to the full Glade experience," Caitlin said with a shrug. "If we're lucky…someone's already making breakfast." She paused for a minute as her fingers combed through her long brown hair. She still looked tired, Felicity still felt tired. They hadn't had that much to drink, but there had been multiple times in which Felicity had woken up because of all of the loud sexual activity going on around them. "I'd appreciate coffee."

"Yeah, me too," she found herself saying.

Someone joined them a moment later. He looked young, but so had Cisco and Caitlin. Felicity couldn't quite put ages on everyone, but it was clear that John was the eldest of the group. He had brown hair that seemed to go in every direction and bright blue eyes that seemed to shine from excitement that was emanating from inside of him. A smile spread across his face and she wondered if he was one of those people who was always happy. He sat down right next to Caitlin, their sides touching and he just laid his head on her shoulder. "Morning," he greeted.

"Morning," Caitlin replied and a smile spread out across her face the moment he touched her. It was like his happiness was contagious. This was the happiest that Felicity had seen Caitlin since she'd arrived and met her. She'd seemed so sad the night before and Caitlin had told her all about Ronnie and it had been clear that they'd been in love.

"You're Felicity, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Felicity confirmed. It was nice to know her name. It was a minor thing, but it was also something so huge when that was all you knew about yourself.

"I'm Barry," he said as he leaned forward, extending a hand.

As Felicity shook it, she felt a wave of deja vu and like so many people, he was familiar. She stared at him and couldn't help but smile in return. He released her hand and she watched as his arm wrapped around Caitlin and squeezed her to him. Whatever their relationship, Caitlin seemed happy and right now that's all that Felicity was really concerned about in any way. With a place like The Glade and the fact that no one remembered anything of their life before (all save their name), it seemed important to forge loving relationships of any kind."

"Good to meet you," Felicity said again.

Caitlin pointed to her. "You're making that familiar face."

"I make a face?"

"Oh, there's a face," Caitlin said quite seriously as she straightened.

"What is this familiar face for?" Barry asked. "Familiar people? Do you REMEMBER things?"

As much as she felt like she could trust both Barry and Caitlin, Felicity held back. This was only her second day and to be fair…she hadn't been in The Glade for even a full day yet. "Am I really the only person who feels like people are familiar?"

"Yeah," Barry said quickly and leaned forward, pulling his head off of Caitlin's shoulder. His hand reached out, though, to hold hers…always maintaining contact. "But I think that's interesting…" He looked to Caitlin now. "It's interesting, right?"

"You and I might think that, but not sure that others would feel that way," Caitlin said honestly.

And Felicity was sure that she was right.

Why was she different?

"So, I should probably not say anything?" Felicity asked.

"Who else feels familiar?" Barry asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

"She hasn't met EVERYONE," Caitlin pointed out.

"Oliver, Roy, John, Sara…" Felicity started to rattle off. "You, Caitlin, Cisco…"

"Wow…really?" Barry questioned and seemed blown away.

"Really."

All of the sudden she wondered if she should have said something about the dream that she'd had right before she'd woken up. If Barry seemed familiar and felt like a safe person to talk to and so did Caitlin, why keep it all to herself? What if that was the problem with everyone? No one ever talked about dreams or what could be memories? Or was she truly special in that department? It just didn't make sense to her to be the only one who saw bits and pieces and who felt…the way that she felt.

"Just…don't tell anyone else just yet," Caitlin said. "Maybe it's a fluke… I mean, you haven't met EVERYONE." There was a beat. "I mean, it's hard to think that we're all connected in a life outside of here…"

"Why?" Barry asked.

Caitlin seemed genuinely surprised by Barry's question and she just stared at him. All Felicity could think was that she wanted to see where this was going. It wasn't that she didn't trust Caitlin, but Barry made a good point. Felicity wasn't sure how long Barry had been in The Glade, but it was already longer than she had been in there…so he had to know what he was talking about, right? At least a little bit.

"Maybe that's why I feel close to you," Barry said gently. "Maybe that's why some of us are attracted to each other… Maybe we don't feel familiar in the same way Felicity does, but maybe…deep down we KNOW…we know that we should be together in some way…"

Felicity just looked between the two of them.

Silence.

Thoughts spun through her head.

Felicity went to tell them about the dream. "I—"

"Are you guys just going to sit around all day?"

They all looked behind her to see Sara standing there, Oliver nearby. Felicity noticed that it seemed like Oliver was always really quiet and almost brooding. "Uh…we were…" Felicity stumbled as she tried to put together words that made sense.

"You're cute," Sara told her with a bright smile as she stared down at her. She crouched down behind her and without saying anything, Sara slid the band from her hair until her golden locks hit her shoulders. Felicity was a bit surprised at how long and full it actually was. She hadn't really bothered with it or worried about it. Sara's fingers ran along her scalp and through her hair, which she found relaxing, but odd at the same time. Maybe it was because she was uncomfortable with Sara there (and Oliver looming nearby) and keeping such a secret from them. A couple of minutes later, Sara set a banded end of a braid on her shoulder. "Now…you three need not dawdle much longer unless you intend on missing breakfast…"

"We weren't sure if people were clothed," Caitlin spoke up.

"Most people are," Oliver told them. "We're already behind though and if we don't all get a move on, John's not going to be happy with anyone in The Glade today…not even if you're the newbie…or a favorite…"

Sara smirked back at him and then got to her feet. "He's right, let's go…all of you…lots to do today."

"Where are you putting Felicity today?" Caitlin asked.

Everyone had a job. Today, they would start her on a rotation that would help her figure out how best she could contribute to The Glade. "I can tell you now, without putting anyone through the torture of it… I'm not good with pointy things or blood…so any job like that, I just…" Felicity felt sick at the thought and started to feel physically ill from the thought alone.

"Calm down," Sara said. "We get it…no need to throw up whatever might still be in your stomach to prove it to us all." She helped Felicity to her feet. "Breakfast and then the garden for you…"

"You can spend the entire day chatting with Iris and Thea…it'll be good," Barry said enthusiastically.

At least she'd know some more people and Barry seemed to think that that was an exciting thing. Whatever the dream was, Felicity realized as they moved towards where she had to think breakfast was waiting for them all, this was her life. Now…and for however long, this was her life.

"Why do you do this?"

"It's the closest thing to a record we have," Roy explained. They were standing along a section of wall near not far from the wooded area which had names carved in it. Some of them were crossed through, but you could still read the names. There were a lot of them. There were far more names of people who were still alive than people who had been killed. Felicity took that as a good sign. "John's been here the longest. He started it when the first person in The Glade was killed."

"How were they killed?"

"Grievers…in the maze."

"What exactly ARE Grievers?" Felicity asked. Caitlin hadn't really told her more than that they lived in the maze and that they were monsters. Felicity hated mysteries. She needed to know what Grievers were. "Has anyone actually SEEN one?"

"Oh, they've been seen," Roy insisted as he handed her a crude chisel and hammer. "I haven't seen one personally and I'm glad that I haven't… I used to envy the Runners, but you know what? I'd rather not have the nightmares that those guys have. I'm happy staying in The Glade everyday building stuff. There's always something that needs to be built or fixed." He shook his head. "I can tell you this, though, they apparently look like enormous spiders…bigger than our huts…and I don't know about you, but the only bug that I ever want to see is one that I can squash under my boot."

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of a spider that size, one that was considered monstrous. Putting the chisel to The Wall, she took probably far too long using it and the hammer to engrave her name on the wall near where Caitlin's name was. It as more than odd to engrave her name…and she kept screwing it up. Most of the names didn't look perfect, though.

"Where you scheduled to work today?" Roy asked as he just leaned up against the wall.

"Gardens."

"Hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty. Let me just tell you that it sounds all flowery and easy, but freaking gardening is HARD work."

"Noted," Felicity responded with a small smile. "I don't think I mind hard work…I just know that I can't do blood or needles or pointy things…makes me ill just thinking about it…" She really just felt like there needed to be a label on her person that explained all of those things. Felicity supposed that at least she KNEW those things about herself before throwing herself into an ugly situation and just throwing up or passing out from being around those things. "What do you do?"

"I'm a Builder."

"Builder, right…that explains your building and fixing things," Felicity said suddenly feeling stupid. It really wasn't her fault, though. She hadn't been there very long and she was still logging how everything worked and all the jobs within The Glade. "Right…"

Roy just smirked. "No worries. Just wait until the end of the week, you'll have figured it all out…or at least…mostly."

"So? Now that my name is up here…does that mean that I'm official?"

"Something like that," Roy shrugged off. "You're still the newbie, though…until next month when we get a new one."

Ugh.

A whole month.

It wasn't that newbie WASN'T a correct description of what she was, but it was the fact that she didn't really like the thought of being labeled a newbie. Sure, it was what she was, but…but she didn't FEEL that way. There was so much she didn't know about The Glade or the people or the maze or anything else, BUT people felt familiar. She couldn't shake it. To Felicity, she didn't feel like she was new. She felt like this was all part of something that was locked away in her brain.

"You okay?"

"What?"

"You sort of zoned out there for a moment."

"Was just thinking…"

"Lost in thoughts, huh?" Roy asked. "I suppose some of us have to actually use our brains…"

"It's just not our brains, but our hearts…that's why you got into trouble last night, wasn't it?" Felicity asked, she'd suddenly remembered that Roy had ended up in their version of jail. There had been a fight over a woman.

"I think some people would argue that it wasn't my head or my heart."

"Don't you care about her?" Felicity asked. It took her a moment to recall the name. The NAME felt familiar. "Thea?" It was so weird. She wasn't even near the woman and she'd just barely SEEN her the night before.

"Yeah, I care about her," Roy said. "I love her."

"So you two are—"

"We don't really do labels here…"

Felicity let out a small laugh. "Really?" All she could think was that all they did was label things. It wasn't even complex labels, they were all simple labels. The Wall. The Glade. Runners. Builders—

"At least not when it comes to relationships," Roy tried to clear up. "You love who you love, right?"

"Right," she blurted out without really thinking about it.

"You know, you should probably get to your job," Roy said as he took the hammer and chisel from her. "Never good to be fooling around on the first day. You might find yourself where I was last night."

"So many nuggets of wisdom," Felicity teased as she headed away from him. All Roy seemed to be able to do was smirk in response.

As she headed for where she was supposed to report, she realized that there was really something to be said about what Roy had said about labels. In relationships, was there EVER really a need for them? Even though she'd been there a day (not even quite a FULL day yet), she'd seen all kinds of relationships flourishing. None of them she thought or felt were wrong. People loved each other and she didn't see why anything should get in the way of that. Though, she felt like she'd learn far more about the complicated relationships of The Glade throughout the day. Caitlin and Barry had told her that they were sure that Iris and Thea would fill her in on everything she really needed to know about living there in The Glade.

"Some people might call what we do gossip, but I like to think of it as social networking…and keeping people updated," Iris said matter of factly and almost serious.

Felicity just sort of stood there, picking tomatoes as she mostly let Iris and Thea talk. There were others that were on the same job detail, but they'd found her (apparently Barry had told them to make her feel welcome and vouched for her). It WAS a bit comforting already sort of knowing that you would be dealing with people that you SORT of knew. The weirdest part of it all was that both Iris and Thea felt familiar to her, but she'd noticed that Thea had REALLY felt familiar to her and she kept thinking that there was some link between Thea and Oliver.

How did she know this?

Why would she feel it?

Why was she the ONLY one who did?

Thea just laughed. "Right. That's what we're calling it. As long as we're all on the same page about that."

"Hey, at least I'm an accurate source," Iris tried to defend. "Remember that one time that Roy was trying to relay information and he screwed it up so badly?"

Now Thea was laughing so hard that she couldn't keep her eyes open or even pick a tomato. "Oh my God! That was so crazy! Do you remember the look on everyone's faces when Roy tried to relay it? How screwed up it was?"

"SO screwed up!"

Felicity just watched them in silence as she continued to pick tomatoes, setting them gently in the basket that she was carrying around. This was going to be an interesting day. Iris and Thea definitely seemed nice and the fact that they were both familiar (Thea more so) was going to nag at her all day long. If only she knew WHY people felt familiar to her. It would be easier…or at least she FELT like it would be easier…if she could just remember a little bit.

Not everything.

Just enough.

Was there really a cut off for enough?

Felicity just quietly went on picking tomatoes and taking in what was going on. She was wearing a large brimmed hat, they all were, which kept bothering her as far as feeling like she could see clearly. Being able to see clearly was already something that she'd been struggling with, but she was hoping that it was something that would clear up after a good night's sleep. It hadn't and she didn't say anything to anyone. She'd kept touching the bridge of her nose to push upward all that morning and she'd wondered if she needed glasses. It wasn't bad enough that she was blind, but they were something that she was certain that she'd find helpful.

"How are you liking it here so far?" Thea asked.

It took her a moment to realize that the other woman was talking to her. "It's…okay…"

"Confusing?" Iris prompted.

"Frustrating?" Thea added.

A small smile graced her lips and it helped to ease things a bit. "All of those things."

"It gets easier…"

"You already have some friends…and I think that that's honestly the BIGGEST hurdle," Iris explained. "You're going to be fine. Just stay close to us." They both smiled at her and Felicity told herself that things had to get easier and that things would feel more normal. At least she hoped that they would.

The day passed quickly and Felicity was surprised at how quickly the midday meal came around. Someone delivered them lunch, it wasn't anything complicated. It was a spread of fruits, veggies, some dried meat. The fruit and veggies were cool, though, and she found it extremely refreshing after they'd been working under the warm sun. They all sat in the grass in small groups. Felicity sat with Iris and Thea, she was fairly sure that the woman had been ordered to keep close with her the ENTIRE day. Everyone was so sweet and welcoming, but Felicity still couldn't shake the feelings she felt or the dream she'd had.

"You know what we should do?" Iris spoke up. "We should introduce you to some of the guys."

Felicity just blinked at Iris. She'd just gotten there and barely knew her name, let alone who she really was. She didn't really know anything EXCEPT her name at that point. There wasn't even a certainty on what her job would be, though Thea had told her earlier that if she did okay with them that John would likely just keep her assigned there instead of trying to push her to try out all of the other job assignments. "I—I don't know about that," she blurted out.

"Oh, it'll be FUN!" Thea insisted.

"I don't know," Felicity mumbled. It seemed like so many men in The Glade had one thing on their mind and Felicity just wasn't sure that she was ready for that. There were so many other things for her to work out.

"Seriously, you HAVE to let us introduce you to some people…or let Sara."

"Sara might just keep her for herself!" Iris said.

The day went by and The Wall closed up like it did like the night before. It bothered Felicity. The Wall. It wasn't that it had closed or that it opened everyday, it was the fact that it was a mystery. It was the fact that no matter what, it seemed like there were always more questions.

Questions upon questions.

Maybe that was why she was having a hard time coming to terms with living in The Glade. Maybe that was why she couldn't just settle in. Everyone else seemed to be okay with it. Everyone else had been there longer than she had. They had had time to come to terms with the world that they were currently living in. Felicity wasn't sure if she was ready to do that, there were so many things that bothered her…that nagged at her…that ate away at her.

Not enough answers.

Felicity had found herself eating alone that night. It wasn't a big deal, she didn't feel sad or excluded. She'd seen Caitlin and she'd offered her company during dinner, but she'd been sitting with Barry and they'd seemed…close…and Caitlin had seemed so happy. Felicity hadn't wanted to be a third wheel or keep anything from happening between the two of them. She didn't want to upset what was already the norm within The Glade, it just didn't seem like who she was.

"You seem lonely."

Felicity looked up and was a bit surprised to find Sara standing over her, Oliver not far behind. Shrugging, she looked down at the simple meal on the wooden carved plate before looking back up at Sara. "Sometimes quiet is good."

Sara beamed. "We don't get a lot of quiet here."

"I've noticed…"

"Why don't you come and join us tonight?" Sara questioned as she nodded back towards Oliver.

Felicity blinked a couple of times. "Don't want to be a third wheel or interrupt or anything…"

"I promise you won't do either."

Was there really a polite way out of that? She knew that she could just decline, but that just seemed like somehow she'd end up with more problems. There were only people who felt familiar and people who didn't there. It was all black and white to her, there were no grey areas. Sara and Oliver felt familiar to her, it seemed wrong not to see where that took them. So, she nodded and gathered up what was left of her dinner and got to her feet.

It led to more than just dinner. There was conversation and for the first time since he'd dropped into The Box with Roy, Felicity had heard Oliver say more than three words. Laughter filled the confines of their wall-less hut. Sara had even managed a small container of Cisco's special brew, which seemed to just make them all laugh more.

Sara's head rested on hers momentarily, her blonde hair tickling the exposed skin of her shoulder. There was something so comforting being in their presence, she didn't know why. There was just comfort there. Did it really matter WHY they were familiar? WHY they were comfortable to her? WHY she felt like this could suddenly be her world? It wasn't just them, it was everyone else in The Glade that were familiar to her and she realized that it wasn't The Glade…but the PEOPLE that made her feel like she was HOME.

Felicity wasn't sure how people could do that, but they did…it didn't QUITE feel right, her mind wandering back to the dream she'd had that morning. The man in the stasis chamber. Ray. She was connected to him, too. Right now, though, she felt like she needed to let it all go, give in, just for the night…to let herself feel like she could be home with these people…

Home.

Suddenly a kiss was dropped along her shoulder. Felicity snapped back to reality and realized it was Sara. Their eyes met and Sara just smiled and Felicity found herself melting. Was it the kisses? The touches? The company? Or was it just the alcoholic beverage that Cisco had brewed up?

Home.

The feeling kept echoing throughout her entirely. There was this overwhelming happiness, she realized that she felt when Sara was around. She didn't know why. Yes, she felt familiar…but it wasn't something she'd realized until that moment.

Familiar.

Happy.

Home.

That seemed like enough in that moment as she reached out to cup Sara's cheek before their lips crashed upon each other. There was something eager in the kiss and the embrace. Felicity completely lost track of where Oliver was (if he was even still there), all she cared about in that moment was to lose herself.

And she was lost.

Lost.

It was a good kind of lost.

Lost.

Though, lost just the same.

Lost.

And there were no regrets.

Lost.

TBC…