Technically a Winchester
By The Alternative Source
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Previously:
The door groaned again and she heard something creak. It was only a matter of seconds, "I care about all of you. Always have. Always will. I love all of you. If you get here and…and it's got me, you need to call someone. I need you to call Sam and Dean Winchester."
"What? No, Felicity we'll be right there! Just hold on!" he pleaded into her ear.
But it was too late. As the door finally gave in and exploded off its hinges she said, "Promise me."
Then a shot went off.
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Chapter 2: And So It Begins
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"Felicity!? Felicity?!" Oliver screamed into his comm. There was no reply and they were still five minutes away at least. He pushed the motorcycle he was on to go faster as Roy followed close behind. This wasn't happening. Not where they were safe. Where she was safe. He called out to the other team, "Are you guys closer to her?"
"No," Digg replied, his huffing breath letting Oliver know he was running to his bike.
Sara probably wasn't that far behind, "We're about five minutes out. Coming to her from the opposite side of the city."
"Where are you?" Digg asked.
"Less than five and closing in," he growled out as he cut in front of another car. It wasn't fast enough. She was alone and something was going on. He had trained her. God knows he had made sure that she was protected but her last words confirmed the fact that it was bad and she knew it.
Grinding his teeth he said, "I'm coming. Hold on. Just hold on."
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*Back at the foundry*
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As soon as the door blew off she pulled the trigger. The grey blur stumbled and grabbed onto the staircase but didn't stop. Another shot went off as it sped down the stairs. She was able to reload and pull off two more shots before it skidded to the floor in front of her and crashed into the table in front of her. She dropped to the ground and avoided being pinned by it as it slammed into where she was previously standing.
Scrambling out from beneath it she reloaded the shotgun just in time for something to slam into her side and send her flying. She skidded and slammed into the wall. Grabbing the knife in her boot she brought it up just as she was yanked down and a jaw snapped it's teeth in her face. Werewolf #2 went down with a blade thrust up underneath it's jaw and into its brain. It's body slumped down on her and she felt aired out. She gave herself a second to breathe before she pushed the heavy body off of her with all her might. Panting she stood over the grey werewolves. Looking around she grabbed her shotgun and turned towards the rest of the room.
Everything was a mess. Tables were turned over, computer parts scattered and two dead werewolves lay at her feet. And it had happened so fast.
Aiming her shotgun she slowly trailed the room. There were two of them sent to get her. One for the initial attack and one as back up. She'd be surprised if their was another one lurking around. But she wasn't taking any chances. When she was sure the foundry was clear she lowered the shotgun before resting it on her shoulder and looked down at the wolves.
"Fuck," she groaned out. It hadn't hit her yet. The panic that would most certainly lead her to place her head in between her knees. It was too soon for her to let the panic wash over her, Oliver had taught her that. But she could feel panic's fingers slipping into her control. Shaking her head she flipped over the first werewolf. She had hit him multiple times in the chest and one shot tore his throat open. Checking his pulse she confirmed that he was down for the count. She gave him another once over and realised she knew this wolf.
"Adam."
She hadn't seen him in about 6 or 7 years and as she turned around to the other wolf she realised she knew that one too.
"Thomas."
Rubbing her forehead in disbelief she walked over to the wall with the hidden panel. Pulling the table away she set her knife and a box of shells down and waited. Oliver would be here soon and she couldn't risk going up those stairs with her computers down. Just because she didn't see backup didn't mean it wasn't there. Bringing her hand up she cursed when the comm was missing. She wanted to warn him but all she could do was wait. Wait and think.
Adam and Thomas had been sent out to track her down. And track her they did. They broke down Verdant's and the foundry's doors and were ready to kill her without hesitation. And she didn't know how they tracked her. Had no damn clue. She had wiped her previous life clean. Changed the way she dressed, acted, and even her hair colour. Moved half way across the country and they were still able to track her down. She had to call Sam and Dean.
Patting her pockets and not finding her missing phone, she resigned herself to waiting. She wasn't moving from this spot until she had back up. Diggle had taught her that. When not sure, wait; help would come. And she had no doubt that they would any second.
A bang sounded from upstairs and she aimed her weapon and crouched low. There was no use turning off the lights since they could see damn well in the dark. Biting her bright pink lips she waited. She was sure something light footed was moving up there. When she saw the tip of a bow creep across the foundry threshold she let out a sigh. They were here.
Without moving she shouted out, "It's all clear!"
An eruption of movement followed. Oliver, Diggle, Roy, and Sara rushed down the stairs to analyse the situation and see if she was ok. From the look in their eyes they were shocked beyond belief. Well not all of them, Oliver had walked right past the two dead werewolves and came to her. He pushed the table away as she laid her weapon on the table. Hands came up and touched her face. She could see the panic in his eyes.
"Felicity. Are you ok?"
His hand touched her temple and she winced. Touching it herself she realised that she was bleeding, "Yeah. I'm ok. Well as ok as I can be. Didn't realise I was bleeding."
He let out a sigh of relief before pulling her towards him and hugging her. She didn't hesitate putting her arms around him and reassuring him that she was ok, "I'm ok Oliver. I promise. Head's the only place that hurts."
"You scared me," he mumbled softly into her neck. Years ago he would have never admitted that small fact, but time and trust had changed that.
Splaying her hands against his back she nodded, "I would have scared me too. I'm ok. Just a bandaid, maybe a couple stitches depending on how deep it is, and I'll be right as rain. Sorry for calling you like that."
At the mention of the 'goodbye call' he pulled back and began checking her over for other injuries, "We'll talk about that later."
"Oliver…"
When he was sure she was ok he looked up at her imploringly, "We'll talk about it later."
Something in his eyes gave her pause. She nodded, "Ok, later. Pinky promise."
He gave her a soft smile reserved only for her and that made her insides warm up.
"Ummm guys," Roy cleared his throat from the stairs, "I don't want to interrupt but could someone explain why there are werewolves in the foundry?"
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End of Chapter 2
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AN: The response I've gotten so far for this has been fantastic. Virtual cookies for everyone! Have a good day dears!