"Oh look," Roy commented as he watched Felicity and Oliver enter the foundry, "Barbie and Ken," he teased.
"Funny."
"It's about damn time," he told them, swiveling in his chair.
"Suit up, we're going to Felicity's apartment," Oliver told him.
"Why are you going there?" Felicity asked, "I thought we were staying here."
"As soon as Diggle gets back with your stuff Roy and I are going to go check it out," he told her, resting his hands on her shoulders. "It'll be fine, I've got back up."
"So I understand how she's jealous of Felicity and all, but how exactly did she figure out Felicity's connection with the Arrow? Oliver Queen, yes, but the Arrow? It's not like she's out running the streets with you every night. No one even sees her."
Carrie Cutter was a little neurotic. She had not one, but two restraining orders against her from previous boyfriends. As her therapist told her, she had problems letting go.
It could have had to do with her parents abandoning her as a child.
It could have been the foster homes she bounced from throughout her life.
She was by definition, clingy.
That warm spring night she was walking to her car. It was dark, she had just finished her shift at the coffee shop, she was the last one out of the building. As she walked the dark streets to her car, she didn't notice the lurking figure down the alley she was about to pass.
She doesn't remember much of what happened when she had been grabbed, but she still could hear the bloodcurdling scream she rang out through the street. She remembered seeing the green blur swinging down from a nearby building kicking the legs out from under her attacker. She remembered the pressure releasing from her windpipe as she sucked in a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" a deep voice asked her, helping her to her feet.
"Yes – yes I think so," she gasped out.
"The police should be here soon," he told her.
"Thank you," she tried to see his face under the hood in the darkness, "Thank you so much. You saved my life. Thank you."
"You'll be alright," he told her. They could hear the sirens coming towards him.
"That's my cue," he told her turning away from her.
"Wait!" she called. "How can I repay you?"
"You never have to," he told her before shooting an arrow towards the roof and disappearing into the darkness above her.
She'd never forget him. She'd never forget how he saved her.
You save people you love.
And people you love save you.
The forthcoming weeks would lead to newspaper clippings and scrapbooking. There were never any pictures of him, that always bothered her. But he'd continued to take out the underbelly of Starling City. She knew though, he didn't save those people because he loved them. He saved those people to show her he loved her.
When he began fighting with the blonde masked woman, they had hit a rough patch. What did this mean for them? How could he treat her with such malice? She thought he loved her. If that were the case, why would he see it fit to run around with another woman? Maybe she needed to become what the masked woman was. Someone he could fight with. Someone he could share his nights on rooftops with.
She understood she had to change in order to be good enough for him. She'd train. She'd be ready when the time came.
A person cannot become a trained fighter in only a matter of weeks. She learned it the hard way, and she wasn't satisfied with the way she was progressing. She sat up every night, studying new reports on him, hoping to catch just a glimpse of him in photographs from the scene of the crime. In the early morning hours she would spend her time practicing before going to the coffee shop for her shift. It crossed her mind on so many occasions, how many times had he been here in this coffee shop and she hadn't even known he'd been there. She'd never seen his face. What if he came to check on her? What if he was watching from afar, just as she was, just as in love?
The night the masked men took the city, she scrambled. She could help him, she knew she was ready. Words could not explain how she felt as she saw him on the television running down the streets of Starling.
She had caught up with him at the Clock tower. She had seen him go in, if she just waited, she'd see him leave. That's when she noticed the army of masked men barreling into the front entrance, no doubt trying to cut him off and kill him. They could not kill him, not this man she loved so much. It would kill her too.
The helicopter came out of no where, and soon she watched as two men came down a cable towards the streets where she hid. She watched the clock tower, waiting for him to exit. To be safe. She watched as a figure stood in the hole of the clock, blonde, slender, glasses, a woman. And before she could stare any harder, he ran up behind the woman, wrapping his arm around her waist and whisking her off to safety.
Who was this woman? And why was she such a priority?
She watched from behind the wall of the building nearby, as they saw the clock tower blown to pieces. His hand still lingered around the woman's waist. Her arm was still touching his shoulders.
They seemed, comfortable.
This made her uncomfortable.
She lost the group not long after that. In attempts to stay safe, she made her way towards the police station, laying low. She could hold her own now, but she wasn't sure she could against an army of men hopped up on steroids.
As she took refuge on a rooftop near the police station, she watched as the Canary, A.D.A. Laurel Lance, and the mystery woman made their way onto the roof. The three looked tired and worn down, catching their breaths as Officer Lance came out to greet them. She remembered Officer Lance. He had helped her when she was attacked. He leant her his coat because she was cold. He was a good man. He hugged his daughter. Something terrible must have happened to her. Across the roof the mystery woman cleaned her glasses and shuddered, before wrapping her arms around herself.
The officer made his way over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to make eye contact with her, just like the night she had been attacked. It must have been police protocol. The woman wiped her eyes like she had been crying and he nodded at her vaguely before the first light of dawn cracked over the horizon.
As he continued talking to the mystery woman, she saw as the Arrow made his way to the rooftop, coming in behind the blonde ponytailed woman. She watched as his lips moved, and the blonde turned in relief before engulfing him in a hug.
A hug.
And then?
He dropped his bow and pulled her tight to him.
He hugged her back.
When they parted, they conversed for a moment or two before telling the others something. They turned towards the edge of the rooftop, and once again glided down an arrow made zip line to the street below.
And she fumed.
He'd betrayed her.
She'd find out who this woman was.
She'd end it.
And then?
Then they could really be together.
So what did you think!? Little different on this chapter, definitely not as cute as the last couple. But I wanted to get some background on Cupid and how she came to be, and how Felicity got in her sights. Next chapter might be the same before moving on. This was so fun and creepy to write! Let me know what you think! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
