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For the next couple of weeks, Oliver and I fell into a kind of pattern. I would wake up in every morning safe and secure in Oliver's arms. He would offer to cook me breakfast, take me on dates, and he even began teaching me to cook a little. Slowly but surely I was making progress. I successfully made cinnamon pancakes without burning them.
We fell into a routine of taking out simple bank robbers and low life criminals. Starling began rebuilding. Crime rates dropped to an all time low. Before I knew it, a whole month had gone by. One of the places I applied at wound up hiring me as customer service. Tech Village was definitely a step down from Queen Consolidated, but I was not going to complain. A job was a job.
Everything finally felt like it was going right in my life, and I could tell Oliver was actually feeling happy for once. It was nice to see a smile on his face. Oliver had been in such a good mood one night that he had surprised Roy with his own costume.
I should have known that the calm was going to be followed by a storm. The storm came late one evening unexpectedly. Oliver and I were chatting over the coms while he ran his routine patrol. We were discussing what type of cuisine we were in the mood for. We were narrowing it down to Italian and Thai when Oliver stopped abruptly mid sentence.
"Stop! Don't move another muscle!" I heard him growl over the com link.
"Oliver? What's going on?" Worry had settled into my voice.
"Felicity, have Roy and Diggle rendezvous at my location. We have a Malcolm Meryln copycat." Getting more and more worried with each passing second, I quickly carried out his instructions.
"Done. Oliver please be careful."
"Who are you and what are you doing in my city!" He growled angrily. The com link went dead silent after that. Worry turned into pure panic as the line remained dead for over a minute.
"Oliver? Oliver are you there?"
I quickly patched over to Diggle. "Dig! Dig can you hear me?"
"Yeah girl whatcha got for me?" He asked.
"Dig Oliver has gone silent. I'm freaking out! How close are you guys?" I asked frantically.
"Calm down Felicity. We will be there in less than five. I'm sure he's fine." With that Diggle went silent. I nervously began tapping my fingers and chewing on a pen.
Why hadn't he radioed my back? Was he just busy? Was he in danger? Did the copycat take him? Did the copycat kill him? At the mention of death my heart dropped to my stomach. Oliver couldn't be dead... could he? I'm overreacting. He was probably just too busy kicking the bad guy's butt to answer. Diggle and Roy were going to radio any minute now and let me know they found him safe and sound. Just be calm Felicity.
"Felicity," I heard a raspy voice whisper through the com link.
"Oliver?" I whispered. My heart froze awaiting his voice once more.
"Help," the voice whispered back barely audible.
"Oliver? Oliver whats wrong? No! Stay with me dammit talk to me!" The line stayed quiet.
"Diggle! Please tell me you are there! Oliver's hurt badly and he needs help!" My voice wavered as I felt useless behind my computers.
"We're here now Felicity! I see him. Oh my God..." Diggle trailed off causing my panic cord to become completely unplugged.
"What! Whats happening?"
"Arrows... Oliver's been shot with three arrows!" A tear rolled down my cheek.
"How bad," I whispered. My voice couldn't go above a whisper.
"Two are lodged in his shoulder and one in his calf. It's nothing life threatening thank God. Roy and I will bring him back. Be there in ten," Diggle said sounding calm. I did't know if he was doing that to keep me calm or if he really wasn't that worried. I did calm down slightly knowing that he was still breathing.
Knowing they were going to need medical supplies, I cleared the table we normally used for medical emergencies off. l rounded up all the medical supplies we had placing them by the table. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepared myself for what was coming.I heard the door open alongside thunderous footsteps. They were here.
"Felicity!" Diggle's voice boomed from the stairwell. "Oliver has a box of supplies from Lian Yu by his arrows. In the supply box there is a small brown bag containing some herbs from Lian Yu. Grab it quick!"
Diggle and Roy came down the stairs hold a convulsing Oliver. I stared at his shaking body for a minute in shock.
"Felicity!" He yelled snapping me out of my hesitation. I rushed over the the supply box throwing the lid open. My hands frantically dug around the miscellaneous contents until I found the small bag. Wasting no time, I ran to the table and handed the bag to Dig.
"Hold his head steady," Diggle instructed me. Roy was holding his lower half tightly trying to prevent the convulsions. I quickly steadied his head with my hands.
"What's happening to him?" I asked as Diggle ground up the herbs and mixed water into a small bowl. He had me lift Oliver's head up and had him drink the solution.
"Arrows laced with poison," Diggle explained. Oliver's convulsions stopped leaving his body still on the table. His breathing steadied once again. Taking a breath of relief, Diggle placed the bowl back on the table. He turned his attention to the arrows sticking out of Oliver's body. I turned my head as Diggle began removing the arrows. I couldn't stand to watch Oliver like this.
After Diggle finished removing the arrows, he patched Oliver's wounds up. He promised me that he was out of the woods and that he would just need some rest. As Diggle held up one of the arrows he had washed off, I noticed something familiar about it.
"I've seen those arrows before," I muttered trying to get my brain cells to click.
"Yeah they look a lot like Malcolm Merylns. Copy cat is doing a great job at staying true to his source." Diggle brought the arrow closer to me. I got a closer look at the arrow.
"This isn't a knock off Dig. These arrows are the real thing!"
"Oliver killed Malcolm. This can't be him," Diggle said in disbelief.
"But what if it is?" I mumbled feeling scared for the first time in a month.