Hello readers! I wanted to let you know I changed the first chapter because I got a very kind review letting me know it was pretty unrealistic and even though I enjoy some unrealisticness...I don't want to completely mess up the plot line just because I made a mistake, so it is changed! Please continue to read and review! I am excited about this story! Please put in recommendations or anything you want to see, I am totally up to try and work in some of your ideas! Thanks for reading!

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Felicity walked up the stairs. One foot at a time. Slower than normal. She turned over her shoulder and turned the lights off for the night. She closed the door behind her and walked through the club to the door. The club was closed that particular night for repairs. The storms that had been in the area the past few days had blown a fuse. No lights upstairs. Felicity stopped at the door and looked around the club for a moment. A small grin slipped to her face as she allowed herself a moment of fantasy. Before their first date was well, ruined..she babbled on to Oliver about how one night they need to just come out from the bottom and dance and sing at the top of their lungs to Taylor Swift and Oliver just laughed and shook his head. She then remembered him specifically asking, "Why Taylor Swift?" as he just smiled and laughed with her. She told him that her songs were specifically written about her life. Taylor Swift, sure is mainstream but she is just too fun. He agreed. One night, they would come up and sing at the top of their lungs to Taylor Swift. They would say hell with it, and just do it. Just have fun, together and not care who was watching. Felicity pictured them across the room jumping with the imaginary crowd, drinks in hand and sure enough singing at the top of their lungs. Oliver was in his classic Oliver Queen suit and Felicity well, she was wearing her pink dress and of course, panda shoes (the comfiest to dance in).

She then sighed and looked down at her shoes, not panda but blue heels. She then looked back up and no one was there, not a single soul. Lights were out and she could hear the wind howling from outside. She opened the door and the wind threw it shut behind her. She was so worried about Oliver. She was feeling confused and a bit insecure and she knew there was only one way to make it to the morning without Oliver. 'Oh man' she slapped her forehead and said to herself, "Now even my thoughts are not how I mean for them to sound. I'm going to the store." She looked around, jumped over the puddle and looked across the street before she made her way to her car.

The rain had calmed to a drizzle but the wind was still picking up. She popped into a convenience store on the way back to her place and picked up some Ben and Jerry's and then continued on her way. She pushed her keys into her door and kicked her door open. She turned her light on and put down the grocery bag on the counter. She spied something from the corner of her eye.

"Flowers?" She asked herself as she made her way to them. They were sitting on the coffee table by her television. There was a card sticking out of the flowers and suddenly she looked around and smiled a little.

"Oliver always finds a way…" She whispered as she picked up the card. She took a stem out from the vase to smell it and suddenly began feeling really strange.

"Oli...Oliv.." She choked before she had landed on the floor, passed out.

The card flew open on the ground and it was signed, well not by Oliver. Not by Oliver, at all.

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The rain picked up again, strong around 3am. Oliver was driving back to the foundry. He hated the way he left things with Felicity. He did. He did just tell Felicity that he loved her and then he was acting, what, like that towards her? He couldn't believe he did that. That he treated her that way. Even if he wanted nothing more than to get total revenge for Sara and even if he would always have Sara in his heart...she was his past and Felicity...Felicity he knew was his future. Of course that is if she would ever forgive his uncalled for, outburst. He couldn't believe the way he acted. Especially after showing up at the address and never getting out of his car. He knew she was right. It could have been a trap. He could have been killed all because what? He didn't exactly know what took over him. He did, He did hold himself to blame for it, a bit...but moreso, what he wouldn't admit to himself was that he couldn't protect her and if he couldn't protect Sara who was once a woman he loved, how was he ever going to truly protect Felicity. He felt like he needed this closure, he needed to make sure he brought her killer to justice, he found the information, he took care of it, alone...to redeem the fact that before, he failed. He felt as though he needed to do this to represent to himself that he would never ever let anything happen to Felicity. It was the fear. His fear got the best of him. As he drove back, the windshield wipers flew back and forth as hard as they could and it was getting hard for him to see. Luckily he could see the club in the short distance and pulled his car to the side. He opened the door and ran into the building. He slipped a bit on the floor inside from the puddles right outside the door but as he caught himself he just smiled because he knew Felicity would have some smart, hilarious comment for him at that very moment. He flew the door open to the foundry and found the lights off. He ran down the stairs.

"Felicity!" He called. He looked around and she was nowhere to be found. He took out his phone and dialed her number. Voicemail. Oliver got it. She was giving him the silent treatment. Sure, it may have been immature. But he was being just as irritating earlier, and for him to just storm out and not deny or confirm her statements. He was being immature.

"Damn it, Felicity." Oliver ran back up the stairs and before he reached to turn the lights back off he remembered the fern. He decided to go and pick up a new one. To represent this new stage with them. Him promising her to never be that stupid again. To never walk out on her again. He decided he would drop it off at her place. Sure it was late, but he, he had to apologize now. He ran to the 24-7 mart down the street. Open 24 hours. It was right next to the late night restaurant open for 24 hours, he would frequent it as his previous identity, Oliver Queen, billionaire and playboy, also drunk cravings, a MUST at 3 in the morning. He doubted they would have plants but as he drove by, sure enough he saw some hanging in the front. Oliver parallel parked and ran in.

"How much?" He pointed to the fern in the front.

"No sale." The man said, not necessarily saying he wouldn't sell it, just simply saying, it was meant for decor and that was it.

"Please sir. How much?" Oliver pleaded and pointed to the pots. They swung from their hanging pots in the wind and suddenly one flew down. The soil pouring out a bit on the cement. The man looked at Oliver and then pointed at the plant on the ground, "Sold." The man said and chuckled. Urging Oliver to take the fern that was now no good use to the store owner anymore.

"Thank you. Thank you." Oliver bent down and scooped some soil back up into it. He smiled at the fact that when he would tell Felicity how he got this fern, she would find some metaphor. Like, they were broken and yet it was a sign from the Universe or God that there was still hope for them. A grin reached both sides of his mouth. He tucked the fern into his front seat and began his drive to her place.

He made the way up the stairs. His hair, his clothing, everything. He was soaking wet, but Felicity Smoak was worth every drop. He went to knock on her door and saw that it was cracked open. He gasped quickly and dropped the fern to the concrete, it shattered.

He opened the door, "Felicity, you okay? Felicity!"

He walked in more and saw the flowers on the table. He walked over confused. Felicity was nowhere in sight. He saw the grocery bag in the kitchen and checked the bags. Melting Ice Cream. This was not good. He then went to the flowers and right before he reached for the stem he stopped and picked up the white card at his feet.

He opened it and to his surprise it said, "You took the bait. Signed, Yours Truly Love, P."

"No! NO! NOO!" Oliver threw it across the room and sank to his knees. As he dipped his head into his hands the door flew open in the wind and the lightning lit up the sky to highlight the shattered fern on the porch.

"Felicity...I will find you." He growled.

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