I know I uploaded a chapter yesturday but I just decided screw it so here ya go. Hope you have fun reading this and thank you for all the awesome reviews on my last update. As always please review and tell me what you think, they always give me something to look forward to when writing these. Btw can't wait for season 3 OLICITY IS FINALLY HERE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE! :D XXXXX
They say that one sound can change your entire life right before your very eyes. Well they're right.
Looking back on the events that had taken place, how could he have been so stupid? No scratch that, how can she have been so stupid?
That night they had been gathering evidence on a man to bring him and his filthy plans to justice. However, the catch was that they had to bring Felicity along with them because only she could gain access to the security system that held all the evidence so it had put them all on their toes.
Just when they thought everywhere was secure, several men came running from every direction so naturally they had all formed somewhat of a protective circle around Felicity, who hid under a nearby desk while uploading the necessary information onto a device she had designed for this type of situation then proceeded to upload it to the lair's secure severs.
Another man caught the corner of her eye. He snuck up beyond Oliver's line of sight. Felicity felt her heart begin to steadily increase until it felt like it was going to thud right out of her chest. Adrenaline flooded her veins and pumped hard throughout her body.
Her vision tunnelled straight to the man with the gun cocked and ready to blow on Oliver's unsuspected back.
Reaching out blindly, her hand wrapped around one of the pair of her heels she had ditched when she hid beneath the table.
Her next set of actions happened in one fluid motion.
Ducking out beneath the table, Felicity lobbed her heel towards the man's head. Perfect shot. It hit him square in the face, knocking him out of the killing-Oliver mode.
If she hadn't been so focused on the unexpected bastard with the gun, Felicity would've seen how the rest of the team's gazes seemed to follow her heel in mid-air and how it hit the man directly in the face or how they screamed out 'NO!' or how Oliver looked like he'd just seen a ghost and his body seemed to coil beneath his costume.
But her movements didn't falter as she full on sprinted towards the man and speared him in the gut but not before the sound of the gun going off echoed around the room. She felt nothing but rage at the thought of someone shooting Oliver, the one she loved the most but he never knew because he would never feel the same way about her, in the back. At that point, she didn't care if she took the bullet or if her entire being ceased to exist, nobody hurts Oliver on her watch.
They eventually stopped rolling and he tried once again to hurt someone, anyone that went against him and unfortunately for him that person was Felicity. Rolling on top of her, he raised his fist expecting to bring it down on her face but she beat him to the punch.
Lifting her hips, she raised both him and herself, off the ground and her hand came up, clenched into a tight fist. She wasn't quite sure where the self-defence moves came from, probably fuelled by her adrenaline.
Something she would never tell another living soul was the fact that her half-cousin in law (since he divorced her cousin, her own fault) used to teach her these types of moves except he hadn't taken the training lightly, so it was either fight and defend yourself or receive blow after blow to the face and body. But apparently it really kicked into her system like it had when she was younger. She'd never tell him but she was always thankful for that, and the fact that he never landed any blows with his full force.
He went with the movement of her fist so it allowed her the time to roll on top of him, wrapping her legs round his neck in the process, and flipping herself backwards, (her time as a gymnast in school really coming into play) landing him face down on the tarmac also, in effect, knocking him out. Her cousin would be proud.
That's when she felt it. A light tickle of her hand, upon looking down a drop of blood spread out across her palm. Oh crap! She couldn't help the way her body seemed to tense up. His voice had snapped her out of her kick-ass mode and apparently her adrenaline was beginning to wear down.
"Felicity"
Something suddenly didn't feel right. She couldn't breathe properly.
The entire sight of Felicity kicking ass was like an electric shock to his system.
He had seen her come out from beneath the desk at the corner of her eye with a determined look in her eye and how her heel went flying across the room and landed a blow to a man he hadn't seen come up behind him. But apparently she did.
When he heard the gun go off, he swore his heart just stopped beating altogether. He hated that sound.
He wasn't sure how he felt when he witnessed the man rolling on top of her with his fist raised in the air or how Felicity hadn't even waited a second before answering back with a move of her own that he hadn't seen anyone teach her but he saw how she seemed to know exactly what to do.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
After she finally stood up, he hated how she seemed hesitant to turn around to face them. Surely she didn't think that they would ever judge her for something like that?
"Felicity?" from how her body tensed he knew that something wasn't right.
Her breathing seemed to escalate and when she turned to face him, he knew why. The bullet had hit her in the stomach and from the way she was attempting to gasp down breaths, it had pierced her lung.
Everything in that moment had felt like it was in slow motion. From her carefully lowering herself to the floor to him suddenly racing to her side, his limbs seemed to have a mind of their own.
From that point on everything happened in a blur, he remembered being by her side as they rushed her to the hospital, everyone changing out of their uniforms and into spare clothes in the time spent getting there. How we managed to switch clothes was a complete mystery to him but one thing he knew for sure was that everything seemed to cling onto her limp form. About ten minutes before they got to the hospital she had passed out. That's when Digg really pushed the limit on the van.
They heard the cops behind them and one of them pulled up to the window, it just so happened to be Lance, and Roy had yelled out that they had someone that had been shot in the back. It ended up as them clearing a path ahead for them all the way to the hospital.
He remembered how both Digg and Roy had to hold him back when they instantly took her into surgery to remove the bullet and fix up the damage.
They had to watch from window and that's where Lance had joined them. What made his whole body lose strength and cause his legs to tremble beneath his weight was when her lifeline began to drop time and time again before it sounded with a loud beep. Oliver was shaking his head in denial. She couldn't be dead he repeated to himself over and over again like a mantra.
Flat lining. That would be his nightmare for the next several months. His mind erupted into fully raging arguments. One part yelling out that it was his entire fault and that she shouldn't be in that room, he should. But another part whispered how it wasn't his fault and it was her choice, she didn't regret that in any way and he knew that was Felicity.
Over the duration of time he had worked with her she had crept her way into every ounce of his being. His mind had her downloaded into it so whenever he got into sticky situations in missions, her voice was there guiding him back to her again.
So he clung onto that light, hoping that there was enough fight left in her to will of the dark trying to empower her.
No sounds registered to him all his attention was solely on that heart monitor connected to her chest. Please, please fight…please come back to me…don't leave me.
The dawn of a new day broke out over the hospital.
"Urgh…I hate these stupid gowns, my ass is freezing!" her familiar voice whined. Groaning, he slowly lifted his head. The first thing he registered was a female blonde tugging at the garment wrapped around her loosely.
"Felicity! You're alive!"
"No I'm a ghost...what do you think?" it was then he realised he wasn't alone because the erupted in silent sniggers muffled behind hands.
"Yup she's awake…and pissed"
"How about you wear one of these things and tell me how you feel"
"Did the doctor come in yet?"
"Yes…she said she was glad you alright, everyone was routing for you…and that you can leave after you've signed out but you have to have someone keeping a constant check up on you for several hours just to make sure"
"I don't need to be sat on!" that earned another round of laughter, including Oliver this time because to be honest who in the world can keep a straight face with Felicity when she's like this?
So that's how they spent the rest of their afternoon, in Oliver's penthouse relaxing in the lounge with Felicity's head in Digg's lap, her butt in Oliver's (he wasn't complaining) and her feet in Sara's while Thea laid out in Roy's in one of the armchairs.
It felt so much of a relief to Oliver to finally tell her about his secret because now she was always a willing participate when it came to missions. On most days, Felicity gave her an earpiece and let her help her with guiding them and yelling at them when they came back bloodied and beaten.
The night ended with Felicity in Oliver's bed and him on the couch but it didn't take him long to switch to the bed and snuggle up to Felicity, holding her close to him in his bed with Thea and Roy sleeping in one of the guest rooms.
The next time they would be in the hospital was when Lyla gave birth to the little Digglet, as Felicity oh-so-gloriously called his kid (neither Digg nor Lyla at all minded), and they all huddled into the hospital room around the bed.
So they had a husband and wife and their new born daughter, named Allison Megan Diggle (her middle name after her loving auntie/god-mother). Also a newly engaged pair (whose fiancée really couldn't keep his hands to himself) and then a loving boyfriend and girlfriend, Felicity was the only one who knew of his plans for months to come, her job was to convince her soon-to-be husband to give his little sister away to the red-hooded kid.
Yep the next set of years were going to be pretty interesting. But every step of the way, they will always be a team.
I swear to god I don't like writing about Felicity being hurt but the reason why I keep on writing these types of fanfics is because of the reaction from Oliver. I love writing about that part because I am literally addicted to Olicity, as you can obviously see from all the stories I write of them.And before I forget to mention, I'm going to mainly focusing on A Change of View because it's goint to be quite a lengthly story (I think) so most of my attention is going to be on that but I'll try to keep updating Forbidden Love every so often but I just need to write the next chapter first and it really doesn't help that I'm now back at school, which sucks massively, so I promise to do what I can.
Thanks for reading!
