Okay, so after the major feel attack of 02x09 I couldn't help it. I originally intended for this chapter to be a stand-alone one-shot but it had better ideas.
Anyway, it takes place the morning after 02x09.
Enjoy.
"It's me again," Felicity said, coming to a halt in front of the tombstone.
Once again she was at Starling City Memorial Park and once again she was holding a bouquet of flowers. It was a small arrangement of Dahlias and Camellias in varying shades of red.
"I'm not empty handed, either," she smiled, squatting down and laid the flowers on the grass. "This time it's a happy message, though, and also the red is the colour of warmth, so hopefully your cloud will feel extra warm and fluffy today."
Her legs were starting to go a little numb so she just leaned her body backwards and sat down on the grass, not caring about the dampness, or the chill in the wintry air.
"I really regret not meeting you, you know that?" she told him. "I think between you and me, we would have made an awesome intervention team for when Oliver gets all dark and broody… Especially since you seem to have some beyond-the-grave, out-of-this-world best friend superpowers." She chuckled.
There was a particularly strong gust of wind that blew right over her in that moment, causing Felicity to laugh.
"You know until yesterday, I didn't believe in ghosts. I'm a 'if I can see it and I can touch it' type of girl… but after everything that went down – I'm going to take that micro-hurricane you just blew at me as a sign that you agree with me." She paused despite herself, waiting to see if something would happen. Nothing did.
"Of course, you're not going to blow your cover or use all of your tricks at once." She muttered under her breath, amusement still shining in her eyes, partly because she did feel a little silly talking to a slab of sculpted marble and partly because she couldn't believe she actually hoped something would happen for a moment there.
She cleared her throat gently in order to get herself to focus. After all, making jokes wasn't why she came here.
"He told me, you know," she said somberly. "That he saw you or your ghost or whatever it is you were. Oliver told me what you said. He said you're the reason he didn't give up that he kept fighting." Her voice trembled a little bit and she cleared her throat again.
"Oliver said you called him a hero. " A proud smile stretched on her lips as she spoke " I've been trying to get him to see that for about a year now. Yet all it took was you spreading your angel-wings and talking to him, I wish I'd known that, it would have saved me a lot of headaches."
"I kind of wish I could hug you now, Tommy Merlyn, you know that? And I totally would if it wouldn't look creepy as hell for someone to hug a tombstone. And I don't know about you, but I'm too pretty and too smart for the loony bin," she cringed at the awful joke and her lack of brain to mouth filter.
Felicity leaned forward and shifted so that she was on her knees and traced the engraved letters of Tommy's name.
"Thank you for bringing him back to me." She whispered, her voice dying at the end because of the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat.
She stayed like that for a few moments, with her hand on Tommy's name and her head down, trying to get a hold of herself. Then she stood up, shook the leaves and grass off her jeans and smiled.
She turned to leave after she said her goodbyes and for the shortest of moments she could feel that prickling sensation one gets when he's being watched. She stopped in her tracks and looked around in what she hoped was an inconspicuous manner. When she saw no one around, she shrugged and continued walking, chalking it up to graveyards being creepy.
When she got home later that day she found a small bouquet not unlike the one she'd left on Tommy's grave in the morning. At first she felt alarmed that someone had broken into her apartment, but when she took a moment to think about it, it didn't make sense for someone to break in only to leave her a bunch of flowers. It was when Felicity picked up the flowers to put them in a vase that she noticed the tiny card nestled between the blossoms.
I'll always come back to you
Once she was able to think straight, articulate and actually breathe properly again, she was going to have a long talk with Oliver about breaking and entering.
I hope you liked it and that it did the previous one justice. I think I'm going to keep this story as wip and add to it on appropriate occasions. I really love this thing I did with Felicity and Tommy, so if you want you can put it on alert.
The last part at Felicity's apartment was added per popular request since many of you expressed a desire to have Oliver witness her talking to his best friend. I hope you like how I did it.
Speaking of, your response to p.1 was absolutely phenomenal and it blew me away. Thank you all for the wonderful heart-warming words, faves and alerts.
Love ya,
Anna.
