A/N: Okay, so I know it's been forever since I updated and I'm just going to apologize and cry a little on the inside. Y'all are probably pretty pissed at me so I'm going to just get on with this story.
Previously on Making Memories: She woke up in pain and feeling a little lightheaded. Eager to get away from the place that gave her chills, she forced herself to her feet and a voice in her head was yelling at her to RUN so she started running. She ran around the warehouse-like building until she found a door that led to the outside and she took off at top-speed, running out of there like a bat out of hell. She had been running for almost ten minutes when she started slowing. Why was she running? She didn't know. She stopped on a sidewalk and frowned, thinking. Where was she? She didn't know that either. It only occurred to her then that there was one most important question that she hadn't thought to ask herself. What was her name? Who was she? Except she didn't know the answers to those questions either.
She heard someone yelling and fear spiked through her. She didn't know why they were yelling and it scared her. So she started running again. Was that why she was running? Was someone chasing her? She didn't know why that voice had been telling her to move, but she'd trusted it and it was silent now. Did that mean the person was safe talk to? Could she even talk? Her mouth hurt an awful lot.
"Felicity!"
Who was Felicity and why was the person yelling it. She looked around. There was no one else in the street and she turned to look at the man behind her. He had soft brown eyes, close cropped brown hair, and an accent that she couldn't place. "Felicity, thank god!"
She backed away from him, shaking her head and whimpering. Her jaw was locked, she couldn't talk. Who was this man? Why did he think she was someone named Felicity? He frowned at her. "Felicity? Ms. Smoak?" She continued backing away, tripping over the edge of the sidewalk and tumbling to the ground. Pain blasted through her and she screamed in agony. The man came closer, holding his hands out in front of him. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." He got within three feet of her broken body before he squatted down in front of her. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
She shook her head slowly before everything faded to black. When she woke up, she was in a white room and she could only whimper in fear and try to get out of the bed, only to find herself stuck by the many machines she was connected to. It was surprisingly easy to pull all the needles out of her arm and unhook the machines. Of course, as she was unhooking those annoying, loud machines, the voice in her head spoke up again and told her that she needed to turn them off first or she would never get away, so she did as that voice said; using knowledge she didn't know she had to shut them down. Looking down and grimacing at the hospital gown she was wearing, she quickly searched the room and found a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, both in her size.
She quickly pulled them on and wandered out of the room, looking about cautiously, unsure of what was going on and where she was. It took a bit of exploring, but she found out that she was in Central City General Hospital. After a little while more, she started feeling tired and found an empty room where she dropped onto the bed and fell asleep.
The next time she woke up, it was to shouting and she had no clue why people were shouting and she came to realize that the man in front of her was the one from the street and he was yelling at her. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea how worried I was; going into your room and finding you gone? Why would you do that to me? I care about you, Felicity, you know that! You're like a daughter to me and then you get yourself and beat up and damn near break my heart by not remembering me and you probably have no idea what I'm saying or who I'm talking to!"
She blinked away tears. She didn't know who he was, but she knew was he was saying and she was starting to think that she was this "Felicity" person. She let the name roll around her mind. Felicity. Feli-city. It sounded familiar, she just didn't know why. The man seemed to realize that she was now awake and watching him and he ran his hands over his head. "Sorry."
She parted her lips and let out a broken noise, trying to talk, but unable to. The man shook his head, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "No, Sweetheart, don't try to talk. Your jaw's broken. No talking. I can get you a pen and some paper if you want to say something. Would you like that?"
She nodded quickly and forcefully, only to stop with a whimper when her head throbbed and the man gave a sad smile. "None of that either. You hurt your head pretty badly. Now, I'm going to take your to your room and we'll get you a pen and paper. Just a warning, you're mom's there and she pretty damn worried. Is there anything your need? Food, water?"
She shook her head and slid off the bed, attempting to stand, but her legs buckled underneath her almost immediately. The man caught her and swung her up into his arms. "Whoa, there. Careful. You're already hurt; we don't wanna cause anymore damage. The doctors frown upon that kinda thing." She chuckled and he laughed with her. They walked in silence until the man broke it. "You're too light, you know. You need to get some meat on your bones. Maybe, now that you lost your memory, we'll be able to fatten you up on something more than that mint chip iced cream you loved so much."
She laughed again and they were soon to her room, where the man pulled the covers back one-handed and set her down, before pulling the blanket back up. He tucked the sides in with gentle hands and fluffed the pillows, making her smile. A moment later, a blonde woman rushed into the room and hugged her close. "Oh, Baby Girl, you're here! You had me so worried! Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear me? I thought that awful man that took you and Damien had taken you again and that you were gone again."
Felicity stared at the woman in shock and the man pressed a pen and paper into her hands. She quickly scribbled onto the paper- finding out she used her right hand in the process- asking, "Who are you?"
The blonde woman's eyes filled with tears. "You really don't remember us, do you? Oh, god."
Felicity frowned grunting and trying to get the people to answer her question. The man sighed. "I'm Captain Quentin Lance. You do some consulting work from my office when we have a particularly difficult computer problem. Now, is there anything-anything at all- that you remember?"
Felicity had to think about it for a moment, but then two faces flashed in her mind. A man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at her. Her mind provided the name Oliver to go with the face and she could just barely remember the sound of her name coming off his lips. The second was a small boy with dark hair and a grin that could light up a room. Damien. Her son. Her head started pounding and his voice echoed in her head as he cried for his mommy. Her lower lip trembled and her heart began to race as she began to look around, mumbling her baby's name around the wires in her mouth. She scribbled quickly on the paper. "My son! He was taken. Someone took him! We need to find him!"
Lance put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, kid. He's okay; with his father. Everything is going to be okay."
Felicity nodded, but something wiggled at the back of her mind, begging to be set free, but she just couldn't pull the memory forward. After a few moments, she relaxed against the bed and took a breath. She was so tired. Lance seemed to realize this and smiled kindly at her. "Go to sleep, kid. We'll be here when you wake up. Maybe see about getting Merlyn to bring Damien here."
She was asleep in seconds.
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When she woke up sometime later, she saw that there were several more people in her room than there were when she fell asleep. As she expected, Lance and her mom where there, but there was also Oliver, Damien- sleeping on her mother's lap-, a dark haired man, and a dark skinned man. She looked around with a frown and reached uncomfortably for the notepad beside her bed with a soft grunt. Oliver whirled around upon hearing it and strode over to her, grabbing the paper and pen for her. "Felicity." Her name was like a prayer on his lips and she had to admit that she liked the sound of it.
She printed slowly on the paper before turning it for him to see. "Oliver?"
He grinned widely and her stomach warmed at the sight. "Yeah, that's me. What do you remember?"
She shook her head and spread her hands wide to tell him that she didn't remember anything, but grimaced at the pain in her ribs and a tugging sensation in her abdomen. Oliver shook his head, taking her hands in his and placing them back in her lap, though not letting go. "You're hurt, Felicity. Try not to move."
Felicity- unfortunately- had to remove her hands from his to write on the notepad. "Damien's okay, right?"
Oliver nodded. "Yeah. A couple bruises, but he said he got those going to and from Starling City. He wasn't intentionally harmed by whoever took you guys."
Felicity smiled. "Good. Anything else I should know?"
Oliver pointed to the dark skinned man. "That's Diggle. He… works with us. The other guy is Tommy. My best friend and Damien's father."
Both men watched her worriedly and she lifted her hand in greeting. A second later, a small ball of energy landed in her lap, sending the breath from her lungs as bruises were hit. Damien smiled up at her. "Mommy! You said you would be right behind me! You weren't supposed to get hurt!"
She murmured a "Sorry" and Damien stared very seriously at her, wagging his pointer finger at her. "No talking. Oliver says you hurted your mouth and that means no talking, Mommy."
Felicity nodded with a smiled and held him a little tighter, pressing kisses to his head. He seemed to understand her message and snuggled closer. "I love you too."
A tear slid down her cheek and she sniffled. Oliver's arms came around her next and everything felt right.
A/N2: IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ. I'm not going to be updating often because everything's really busy in my life right now. Between job hunting because my current jobs sucks and cut my hours down to two days a week, working with my neighbor on the weekends, and then summer college classes top of that, I simply don't have a lot of time to write. I'll try to write some when I have time, but more often than not, there may be more than a month in between posts. And while I know this isn't much different from how I post now, lol, I thought I'd let you guys know what's going on. I considered going on a hiatus for a year, but figured that if I did that, I'd probably take longer to come back, and I do really enjoy writing and posting
A/N3: On another note, I was considering making a Pinterest board for this story. Let me know what you guys think and I'll get on that too.
A/N4: Finally, I just wanted to send a ginormous mental hug to you all. We are now at almost 30K views, over 100 favs, and over TWO HUNDRED follows. You guys are amazing and I love you. Keep being awesome.