Hey everyone! Here's part two, I hope you like it.

"You don't deserve to be punished Thea, you didn't mean to hurt anyone." She continues to shut me out. I'm starting to get worried.

"You know what they do to people that murder someone?" Thea slow reaches into her jacket and pulls out a gun. She points it at the side of her head. "They execute them."

Felicity's POV

I jump from my seat. All I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. My breathing is shallow. I feel frozen. I don't know what to do. But I can't just do nothing. I can't just let Oliver's baby sister kill herself right in front of me. I slowly move closer to her.

"Thea…..Thea, put the gun down." Thea turns in her seat to face me. Her face is neutral, her hand steady. As if her killing herself is something that can't be contested.

"You need to leave." She says, her voice wavers slightly. The small display of emotion gives me hope that I might be able to get through to her.

"I can't do that." I say. I move my hand towards the pocket of my jeans in search of my phone, but before I can get close, Thea sees what I'm trying to do.

"Don't you dare!" she scream as she jumps from her chair. She staggers a bit, reminding me of her inebriated state, which could either help or worsen the situation. "You even think about calling anyone and I'll pull this trigger." I put both of my hands out in front of me.

"Okay. I won't call anyone, but you need to give me the gun Thea." I continue to move closer to her, praying she doesn't notice my slow progress.

"Like hell. I'd already have this over with if it wasn't for you. I wanted to be alone. But then you had to show up, and I could tell you weren't going to leave, so you forced my hand." More emotions bleed into her voice. "I can tell you're a good person Felicity, I don't want to do this in front of you. I don't want you to have to see this. But if you don't leave, I'll have no choice, because I can't take feeling like this for one more minute."

"Thea, I know it hurts. I know it feels like that pain will never get better, but I promise you it will."

"Don't you get it? I don't want it to get better. I don't deserve to feel better. I deserve this pain."

"No you don't Thea. You don't deserve this pain, you don't deserve to be punished, and you certainly don't deserve to die." I'm right in front of her now. I look her in the eye, and she stares back. "You are a good person. The fact that you feel this way over Sara's death proves it. You're not a killer Thea."

"But I am."

"No you're not! Malcom is. And he will be brought to justice."

"What about me! I need to be brought to justice! This needs to happen." she presses the gun more firmly to her head and closes her eyes.

"No No No Thea! Think about Oliver!" I shout. She pauses and opens her eyes. The gun shakes in her hand. "Think about what this would do to Oliver. Just think." Her eyes get a faraway look and she moves the gun away from her head, but only slightly. I see it as my one opportunity.

I lung for the gun. I wrap my hands around it and pull it from Thea's head. She's seem surprised, but Thea manages to keep a firm grip on the gun. I try to remember everything Oliver and Diggle taught me about disarming a person, but it doesn't seem to help me much. I struggle to pull the gun away from Thea while keeping it pointed away from both of us.

Thea suddenly pushes against me and my back slams into the bar. Pain blossoms from my spin, but I ignore it and keep my attention on the gun. Thea tries to twist my wrist around, but fails. It's then I remember the training she received from Malcom, and I realize the only reason she hasn't kicked my ass yet is because she's drunk. Thank god.

She tries to head-butt me in the face, but I move out of the way in time. She pushes against me, moving the gun dangerously close to my face.

"Let go." She growls.

"You know I can't do that." her face contorts and she shrieks. The gun smacks against the side of my face and I hear a deafening pop. I scream.

The gun had gone off. My ears ring loudly, but I don't feel any pain. So I didn't get shot, and I managed not to let go of the gun. But I don't have time to celebrate my small victory, as Thea continues to fight against me. I'll have to fight just as hard as her if I want to get the gun from her. I don't want to hurt her, but being hurt is better than being dead.

I take a deep breath and kick her as hard as a can in the knee, just like Digg showed me. Thea grunts in pain. Her leg buckles a bit, but she remains standing and her hands stay wrapped tightly around the gun. She looks up at me with fire in her eyes. I've only made her angry. Oh no.

Thea drags me forward and pull me down towards the leg I just kicked. She slams her knee into my side. The air leaves my lungs, and pain shoots through my body like lighting. She crashes her knee deep into my ribs over and over again. I can't breathe. I can't think. Black spots fill my vision. My grip on the gun loosens as my body demands that I give up.

Oliver's face suddenly appears in my mind. I remember the time Slade took Thea. I remember the sickening waves of worry, pain, and guilt that rolled off of him. I think about how much worse it would be if he were to walk in here and see Thea dead by her own hand.

I remember all of the injuries and pain I've seen Oliver endure to save friends, family, and strangers. How he pushes the pain to the back of his mind so he can deal with what's right in front of him. That's what I need to do now. I can't be weak this time. Thea needs me to do this for her. Oliver needs me to do this. I can't let him down.

I do my best to ignore Thea's onslaught. I retighten my grip on the gun, and I use all my strength to smash my head into Thea's stomach. I hear the air rush out of her. She pauses in her attack, and I take the opening to get the upper hand. I use my weight to pull her down to the floor. We fall together in an awkward pile.

I land on top of her. I don't have time to catch my breath as I start repeatedly slamming the gun into the ground. My hands smash onto the ground with it. Her grip is weakening a little, but it's still not enough. I need to finish this before she gets her second wind.

I pull my body back, raising Thea up with me, then I slam her forward into the floor. Her head hits the concrete with a painful thud. Her hands fall from the gun. I small cry of relief escapes from my mouth and I quick throw the gun across the room.

I look down at Thea. She's quickly recovering from the blow to her head. She realizes the gun is no longer in her hands. She lungs wildly at me, but I manage to keep her pined to the ground.

"YOU BITCH!" she screams as she tries to push me off of her.

"Thea, Thea just calm down for a second." I try to reason with her but she doesn't listen.

"GET OFF OF ME! GET THE HELL OFF! WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE? WHAT DOES IT MATTER? JUST LET ME DIE."

Something snaps in me and I lose all my patience. Before I can even think, I pull my hand back and slap Thea as hard as I can across the face. She immediately falls silent, and the only sound we're left with is the echo of my slap.

"Just let you die? What is wrong with you?" I yell. She stares up at me with wide eyes. "How can you be so stupid? I get feeling bad and guilty about what happened, but you're smart enough to know that it wasn't you're fault. That you didn't have the power to stop it. Malcom would've found a way to kill Sara with or without you.

All you can do, all any of us can do, is use what's left of our lives to honor Sara's memory. Do you really think killing yourself would honor her memory? Do you think that's what she would have wanted?! More death has never fixed anything Thea.

God, how can you be so selfish? Stop thinking about yourself for just one second! Think about Oliver and what it would do to him. Imagine him finding your body. It would literally kill him. He wouldn't survive losing you Thea. He doesn't deserve that. How could you possibly think that ending your life is the right thing to do?

Oliver loves you Thea. If he could he would take your place in all this. Take your pain. We all would. You have a family here Thea. A family that cares for you, so much. A family that needs you as much as you need them. You can't just walk away from that.

You are not a little girl anymore Thea. You can't just do whatever you want without consequence. You have responsibilities, you have people counting on you. So stop acting like you're the only one that matters, like you're the only one that feels pain. Grow up Thea."

My body shakes as I finish my rant. I look down at Thea. Tears start spilling from her eyes.

"I…. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She sobs. I gasp as I realize how harsh my words were. I don't know why I said all those things. My instincts told me I wouldn't get anywhere if I were delicate with her, and it just kind of poured out of me. I know I'll be racked with guilt later, but for now I'm just glad she isn't trying to knock me out and go looking for the gun.

I slide off of her and sit on the floor next to her. I gentle pull her sobbing form into my lap. She grabs onto me and buries her face in my shirt. Her small body trembles as she weeps deeply.

"I'm sorry. So sorry." She keeps apologizing. I softly rub her back.

"It's okay Thea. Everything's going to be okay." I say as I slowly rock her back and forth.

"I don't know…. I don't know why…. I thought I just…." Her words get lost in her sobs, but I understand what she's trying to say.

"I know, I know. You were hurting, you don't have to explain anything." I keep holding her and saying what I can to comfort her. After a while, her crying slows to a stop and her breathing becomes rhythmic. I look down and see that she's fast asleep. The poor girl is exhausted. She probably hasn't slept in days.

I quietly take out my phone and send a text to Oliver. At Verdant, need your help. Less than fifteen minutes later, I hear the doors to Verdant open. Relief overcomes me when I see him.

Oliver's eyes widen with worry when he spots me on the ground with an unconscious Thea in my arms. He rushes towards us. I quickly hush him as he starts to shout Thea's name.

"She's sleeping." I whisper. He kneels down next to me.

"What happened? Is she hurt?" he asks quietly. I can tell he's physically struggling not to raise his voice.

"No, she isn't hurt." I say. "As for what happened, I'll tell you after we get Thea somewhere she can sleep properly." He looks like he's about to argue, but then then he looks down at Thea. He sighs.

"Okay." He gentle picks Thea up into his arms. "Let's take her down to the foundry." I nod my head. As I stand up, pain shoots across my side and I take a sharp breath in. I'd forgotten about Thea kneeing the crap out of my side, but now I'm painful aware of it, and so is Oliver.

"Felicity, your hurt."

"I'm fine." I say as I try to stand up straight.

"No you're not you..."

"Later Oliver." I glace at Thea, he follows my gaze. "Please." He reluctantly nods and we make are way down to the foundry.

Oliver places Thea down on his bed in the back corner of the basement. Thea stays asleep through it all. I watch as Oliver makes sure she's wrapped in the warmest blanket he has. He gentle moves her hair out of her face and he kisses her forehead. Oliver wears his love for his sister clearly on his face. I'm glad I fought as hard as I did.

When Thea is all settled, Oliver turns to me. He silently walks up to me and leads me to the other side of the foundry. I wait for him to demand to know exactly what happened. But he doesn't. Instead, he takes my hands into his and looks intently at them. I look too, to see what has his attention.

I notice that my knuckles are bruised. That probably happened when I was slamming the gun into the floor.

"Did you punch someone?" he asks.

"Just the floor." He frowns at me.

"Were are you hurt?" my side is throbbing so badly that it hurts to breathe, but I really don't want to call attention to it.

"Don't you want to know what happened?"

"That can wait. You're more important." I close my eyes. I wish he didn't talk to me like that. It's too painful. I pull my hands from his and look up at him.

"Thea tried to kill herself." I blurt out. His face instantly fills with pain.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I couldn't sleep. So I came here to get some work done. I found Thea at the bar, drunk. She had a gun. She tried to kill herself with it, but I managed to get it away from her. And then I sort of talked her out of doing it. I think. Well, actually I yelled and made her cry, but she wasn't trying to kill herself anymore." Oliver drags his hands down his face and starts pacing.

"But…. Why would she do that?"

"Why do you think Oliver? She just found out that she killed Sara. It's crushing her." he looks at Thea with tears in his eyes.

"This is my fault." He whispers.

"No it isn't."

"I shouldn't have told her."

"She would've found out eventually."

"Why didn't I protect her?"

"Damn it Oliver! You did everything you could. You always do. None of this is your fault. The only one to blame here is Malcom." Oliver turns to me, his face tired.

"What do I do?" his voice sounds lost. He doesn't know what to do for Thea, and frankly, neither do I.

"I think the two of you need a good long talk after she wakes up. Beyond that, I don't know."

"What do I say?"

"I think in this situation, it's more important to listen." He stares at me. I start to get nerves under his gaze. "What?"

"I was just thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't show up."

"Oh."

"You saved her." in two strides he's in front of me with his arms wrapped around me. I wince as his arm brushes against my side. He pulls away with concern written on his face.

"I'm fine." I say. "It's not that big a deal."

"You're hurt. That's a big deal." He say. "How did it happen?"

"Thea wasn't too happy when I tried to take the gun away from her." his eyes get wide.

"Thea hurt you?"

"She was in a lot of pain. And really drunk. It wasn't her fault." I say. "Don't let her know she hurt me. She has enough guilt to deal with. I don't want her feeling guilty over a little bruise." Oliver nods his head in agreement, then he reaches for me.

"Let me see." He says.

"What?"

"Let me see the injury. I want to make sure you're alright."

"Oh, no no no no no. That's okay."

"Felicity."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Well, unlike you, I don't feel comfortable prancing around here without a shirt on."

"Felicity." He warns. "You're hurt. Now either you let me check the injury, or I'll drag you to the hospital and let them check it out." I try to think of a way to fight him, but I know no matter what I do I'll lose.

"Fine." I try to angrily take my shirt off, but find I can't lift my arms above my head. Oliver doesn't hesitate to help me. I hold my breath as he slow takes my shirt off for me. Being this close to the person you love but can't have is more painful than any injury.

I stand there in my light blue bra trying to ignore Oliver's presence when I hear him gasp. I follow his gaze down to my side and I gasp too. My entire right side is covered in a deep black bruise. It looks harsh and painful against my pale skin.

"I think it looks worse than it is." I say.

"It'll hurt worse tomorrow when the adrenaline wears off." he says.

"Great."

"I'm going to see if any of your ribs are broken. It won't feel good." I simply nod my head. His fingers trail over my skin. I groan in pain as he presses against my side. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. "I think a couple of them are cracked. I'm going to wrap them."

He grabs some bandages and starts to wrap them around me. He seems to work slower than he needs to, but eventually he finishes. Then he gets a blanket and wraps it around my bare shoulders.

"You're ribs will hurt for quite a while. They'll take a few weeks to heal. You should take it easy for the next few days."

"Okay." I say without looking at him.

"Felicity." He tilts my head up with his finger, forcing me to look at him. "Never will I be able to truly thank you for what you did tonight. You didn't just save my sister. You saved me. You are completely remarkable."

I open my mouth, but I don't know what to say. I suddenly feel the weight of everything that has happened. Not just what happened with Thea, but everything. From Sara's death, to believing that Oliver was dead, to finding out he's alive, to the stressed feeling that's constantly between Oliver and I lately. A single tear rolls down my face as I struggle to stay calm.

"Felicity what's wrong?" he cups my face in his hands.

"Nothing…..I just. It's nothing."

"Felicity, it's me. You can talk to me." I push his hands away.

"No Oliver, I really can't." he looks at me, confused.

"What do you mean?" he asks. I sigh.

"You know you once told me that if I ever needed to tell someone about my day, that I could tell you. And I took you up on that offer more than once….But lately, you've been acting so differently. You've been taking insane risks at every turn. You keep pushing me away and then pulling me right back. And you've been compromising everything you ever told me you believed in. It's like you're not you anymore. So no. I….. I can't talk to you."

Oliver's gaze doesn't leave me. His face is riddled with sadness and longing and every other emotion that brings him pain. He hides nothing from me.

"You're right. I'd say sorry, but you deserve more than an apology. You deserve more than anything I have to offer you." He takes my face in his hands once again. "You said you didn't want to be loved by me, and I understand. Because I'm not the kind of man that deserves to love you. But I promise you that I will work, and slave. I'll do anything, and I will become the kind of man who has the right to love you. The kind of man you deserve. And I will never leave your side. I promise."

He pulls me against him and wraps me in a gentle hug. I want to tell him that he already is the man I want to love me, but that he just can't see it himself, but I don't say anything. Instead, I lean my head against his shoulder and let my tears fall freely. And for a moment, I allow myself to imagine a happily ever after with the love of my life.

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-Rin Veil