Chapter 7
Author's Note: shorter chapter but an important one. Leaving some clues as to what really happened to Oliver on that mountaintop. And next chapter..Felicity & Thea and Felicity & Diggle.
Felicity's alarm went off but she was already awake. She was busy trying to solve Oliver's memory problem and she had already formulated several ideas. She smelled coffee and guessed that Oliver was already awake. They had spent the night listening to each other breathe, neither one being able to fully relax nor fall asleep. An awkward intimacy and developed between them and with everything else going on Felicity just didn't have the energy to sort it out. They were in something more than friendship but not yet definable.
She hopped in the shower and got dressed for work. She couldn't spend today helping him sort out his memories, she had a job, that paid the rent and she needed to be there. She walked into the kitchen to find Oliver sitting at the table writing diligently into the notebook she had given him. He looked at her, scanning from bottom to top, her black pencil skirt and brightly colored blouse, with her tightly secured ponytail was classic Felicity and it made him smile, "Good morning, I made coffee." She walked over and poured herself a cup and asked, "Well, any luck with the notebook?" He got up and walked over to stand next to her, "Actually, yeah. I realized that I had made the assumption that it was Malcolm Merlyn and in my head I was certain of it, but after sleeping on it I realized it was a black archer. I guess my brain easily replaced one for the other. I suppose it could still be Merlyn, but now I'm not as certain." Felicity nodded and squished her lips to one side in thought, "hmm, well, that's a good start. I have some things to do at work but I'm hoping to catch up with Thea at lunch. I'll let you know if I find anything out." She finished her coffee, leaving the cup in the sink, grabbed her keys and bag and headed for the door. "Hey," Oliver called after her. He took a couple large strides across the room and gathered her up in his arms, "Were you really going to leave for work without a kiss goodbye?" Felicity's cheeks blushed as she yielded to his embrace. He gave her a soft lingering kiss, smiled and said; "I'll see you tonight." She walked out the door still feeling so uncomfortable with the new place she and Oliver found themselves.
Amanda Waller did not wait – for anybody. She stood stiffly in the empty warehouse with her dark grey suit, her hair tightly pulled back checking her watch every ten seconds. Her two large bodyguards standing close by. She was just about to turn to leave when she heard soft footsteps. "He's been returned, as promised." Waller turned around to greet Nyssa – from the League of Assassins – her bow at the ready and her eyes piercing, meeting Waller's steady glare. Waller was the first to break eye contact as she took steps closer to Nyssa. "Good. Does he remember anything?" Nyssa shook her head, "No. Well, bits and pieces and really only the parts we want him too. We left him outside of the girl's house. He is staying there for now. I suspect he will lay low for awhile." Waller nodded in agreement, "Is there any chance his memories might come back?" Nyssa snorted as if the idea was absurd, "No. One released memory would release all of them and he doesn't want to remember the island. He will never let go of that control." Waller seemed pleased and a smile crept slowly across her face, "Excellent. So, are we settled then? The League is satisfied? The debt fulfilled?" Nyssa began to walk away but hollered back, "Yes, the League is content." And with that she disappeared into darkness.