Sorry it's been so long since I updated, I don't like taking such long breaks in my writing but school comes first for me always. Hope you like the chapter.
"I want to give you a reason to wake up Oliver. So what do you want? The company, Laurel, a bunch of criminals served to you on a platter? What do you want? I- I thought I knew you and what you liked, but I just can't see what you see." Her pleads were answered with only silence. She had banged her head into the door a million times, at least enough to leave a mark. No matter what she did she couldn't make time stop. Days were just flying by. Oliver was looking weaker, his muscles were deteriorating. He looked like a hollow of Oliver Queen. It made felicity want to cry. She couldn't stop his body from weakening or get his body to wake up. She was helpless.
"It's been three weeks since you talked back to me Oliver! Three weeks without a conversation, without seeing you laugh or be happy, or tell me about your day! What do you want me to do?" She yelled in frustration.
"Three weeks out of three months, Felicity. It hasn't even been a month yet. Please stop being so sad. He's not the only one I haven't seen a smile from in a while." Dig as usual was sly and quiet with his entrances. He always seemed to be there at the worst and best times. Felicity knew he was watching over her.
Diggle quietly stirred his coffee while felicity huffed. Diggle was always the protector of both of them. Like the brother figure. He was always behind the scenes of every operation. No one gave him enough credit.
"What does he want from me?"
"Nothing Felicity! He's just in a coma. He's not trying to hurt you. He would never do that to you. You are so important to him." Dig argued.
Felicity stood holding her shoulder with her hand. Everything Diggle was saying w as true but doctor Farmington also said that outside influence could help him, like a new neurologic stimulant they were using on him.
"I know I'm important to him. Not completely sure why." At this Diggle huffed. "I just keep thinking that if I say The perfect thing it might wake him up. I just don't know what to say."
Felicity was oblivious to the feelings Oliver had been sending off. But deep down she had a tiny feeling. Dig had always known of the attraction Oliver had towards her and didn't blame him. If he was younger he would be after her too. He felt more like her big brother and being her big brother he had to tell her the truth.
"You know, Felicity he was very fond of you." He sigh putting it simply. If she was half as smart as he knew she was she would understand this.
Felicity blinked a few times as if it was news to her. "I thought it was all an act."
"No, Felicity. That boy cares for you a whole world more than you give him credit for. I think he nearly loves you. If there's anyone who can bring him out of this it's you." He came forward and embraced her in her shock. Giving her a kiss on the head as she hugged him back tighter and tighter.
"He never said anything..."
Oliver was relieved that felicity was nearing her due date for Tommy. After losing his dear friend he needed something good to happen. For years he thought he had woken to a paradise. A place where his sister was in college living her life, his mother was still alive, he had a loving wife, and he wasn't the hood. But this was the first truly bad thing that had happened to him.
Of course there had been so many good things that toppled over that. From finding out he was married to a woman whom he had been secretly attracted to, to the birth of his daughter, Maribor. He loved her so much. She was the perfect Tom boy and more fun than he ever imagined. He never wanted any kids, but that was because he didn't know how much love they could give. And Maribor did love him. He hoped nothing would change after Tommy was born, which would be soon.
Felicity was only a week away from her due date. She was constantly uncomfortable and couldn't do much Maribor wanted to do, but she seemed so happy. And he was beginning to be again too, it has been three months since Tommy died and he knew life had to go on.
By evenings every day Oliver came home and was greeted by Maribor as usual, who was becoming more fun every day. This night was no exception. She ran immediately to him while Felicity stood in the kitchen doorway. She had taken this month and the last off. She enjoyed being alone with her daughter since they weren't nearly as close as Oliver was with Maribor.
He set Maribor down and walked over to felicity giving her a kiss on the cheek. She accepted it eagerly, but something felt, wrong. He loved kissing her no matter where it was, but a kiss on the cheek after a long days work, it felt wrong. It felt like it was abnormal. He found himself still trying to ease the strange sensation. That kiss didn't feel real, it felt like a dream, be didn't understand it. Felicity looked at him worried.
"What's wrong?" She asked bracing herself by putting her hand on his shoulder. Oliver put his hand to his head as a headache washed over him. Headaches had been a common occurrence lately. But the kiss, it didn't feel real.
"Just a headache. I'm fine." That was a lie though. Everything felt like it was plastic and fake lately, even beautiful, sweet Maribor. It had been years, years since his memories lapsed, but lately he kept remembering more of the life he remembered and thought he lived. He didn't want to think about it, the hood kept haunting his dreams, he never liked the hood. He had only been the hood because he felt a duty to the city, but if that hadn't been so he would never have been it. He was grateful everyday that his murders and the hood were all just false memories. All of a sudden though those memories he had easily blocked out were surfacing again. Maribor liked hearing the fictional stories of the hood, swooping up bad guys and saving the day with her mama. It was a way for Oliver to cope with the resurfacing, old, imaginary memories; but that didn't mean that he liked telling his three year old daughter cleaned up bloody tales of his imaginary past.
He had been telling Maribor the stories for a week. Once or twice Felicity stepped into the room abruptly to listen in while he wasn't noticing, but he realized it once he turned around. He had told her a few of the stories but not as many he had told Maribor who graciously listened. Felicity listened with an expression of concern on her face. Not because the stories were gory or anything, but because he was telling them again. It felt like one step forward two steps back, because she had barely heard of his imaginary life for a year, and now it was coming back and taking over.
As Maribor started to drift off, Oliver quickly ended the story and noticed Felicity standing behind leaning against the door frame to support her back. She had that look on her face, the one that told him they needed to have a talk. Oliver and her went into their bedrom. Felicity lay on her back with her belly exposed while Oliver sat up against the head board with his hand pressed on the top of her stomach.
"Is it because of Tommy? Is thAt why your old memories of that stupid fake life are coming back?" She asked coldly.
Oliver snorted at her tone. "It was six years! Six years of a different life. We've been over this a million times. The felicity I remember would have understood that." He said not accepting her not understanding.
"The felicity you remember?" She sat up in bed almost fuming. "You didn't marry the felicity you remember, you didn't have two kids with the felicity you remember!" Obviously Oliver regretted saying that. The felicity he met wouldn't speak like this, this was how his wife spoke and he liked that. It was how he would have wanted Felicity to speak her mind, and he had woken up to just that. She was right, he had two children with her, but also she was wrong, she never seemed to understand how hard it was for him.
"I know that. But I've had to relearn everything. Imagine if it was you who had woken up to a world that you didn't recognize."
"It's been over five years by far! You have to stop thinking about that life, you are never going back to it." Felicity said. It was an old argument and each were set in their beliefs.
"Its not like I want to go back to it! I don't want to go back to my mother being dead, and my sister being gone, and us just being friends, and me being the arrow! But when I hear your voice calling out for me in the middle of the night when I'm wide awake I can't help but think about it."
Felicity hadn't realized that the voices had continued to swim,in his head and for that she was concerned even more. "We should go to the neurologist. We can schedule it after my exam on Tuesday." She said quietly. Her voice had calmed with concern and she didn't want to provoke Oliver. He but his lip and nodded. She gave him a kiss on the head and a sad smile. "Let's get some sleep." she said. "Let me know if you hear anything tonight. He nodded again, but of course he wouldn't tell her the truth.
On Tuesday morning Felicity was scheduled for her final ultrasound. Tommy was fine but he wasn't the one she was worried about.
Diggle had long gone home, but Felicity decided that just outside of Oliver's room would be a good place to catch up on work for QC. It was quiet in the hospital at these hours. Felicity had tamed most of the nurses into Acquaintanceship so most didn't give her a hard time anymore.
"Hi." Felicity heard and looked up immediately at the familiar sounding voice. It was laurel. "I was just coming to stop by and visit Oliver, I... had no idea you would still be here." She said. She looked like she had just gotten off of work. She was in a tan suit and red blouse, with a brown purse; she looked truly professional and radiant.
"Yeah, it's quiet here, and I just like his company I guess." Felicity blushed. She wasn't much of a talker especially in front of Laurel. She felt that they didn't get along. Laurel noticed her detachment. Felicity was hiding something and she knew it.
"What's wrong?" She asked. But Felicity shook her head. "Felicity, tell me."
It was hard for Felicity to keep these kinds of secrets, not of Oliver being the arrow. It was the small secrets she had a problem with. "Dig just told me something is all." Laurel waited for her to continue. She signed. "Dig told me that Oliver cares for me more than I thought. He thinks Oliver loves me." There was a lump in her throat. Laurel was the absolute worse person to tell and she immediately regretted telling her.
She looked at her face, and to her surprise, she didn't seem surprised at all. "Is that bad?" Laurel asked smiling.
Laurel had seen the way Oliver interacted with Felicity from a far. It was the same way he used to be around her. She knew and she wasn't upset. She had let him go a long time ago. "I can't believe he didn't tell me." Felicity whispered.
Oliver was wide awake in bed. Felicity was laying peacefully and silently next to him. His arms were across her body, he could feel how real she was and how aware he was. He was surely awake, he was sure of it.
"Dig told me... He thinks Oliver loves me" The voices were distant and faint, but they were there, he could hear them as if they were in the next room. It sounded like Felicity, but she was right there next to him! He was awake. He knew it because he was now standing from the shock and the voices kept speaking.
"is that bad?" he heard a second voice. It was Laurel! Oliver was sure of it.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me." it was felicity again. Oliver backed into the wall. He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know if he was going insane or what. Felicity was now sitting up and staring at him very terrified.
"This isn't right." He told her.
It's been a long time since an update, sorry about that. I have school and that comes first. I am sooooooooooooooooo excited about the new season, I'm so excited! The next chapter is going to be a time jump just fyi. Thank you for all for the support please review and tell me if you like my story... or hate it or something you want to happen or something. Maybe I can add it. I read all the comments and yes, I know the spell check sucks on my kindle but there is nothing I can do except go over every line and I do that but sometimes I miss some stuff. Sorry. Please favorite follow if you want thank you for reading!