Fanfict imagination: :)
A/N: Well, 3x16 was definitely one of the best episodes so far. Raylicity is cute, although they will never reach OTP status like Olicity. Which will most likely become canon. Then we had another OTP actually become canon (or so I hope. No spoilers so no names...) and I found a new Brotp...yeah, it was awesome and next week is gonna kill me...anyways, after last weeks filler chapter shit is going down here.
"Can you hear me?," Felicity's voice asked through the headset.
He leaned in close to her. "Yes."
She smiled.
"And everyone else can too," Agent Chang said grumpily.
Chang had been the last agent to arrive and seemed to dislike a majority of things, happiness above all. That had put Oliver and Felicity on the bottom of his acceptance list and several incidents of being late together and public display of affection hadn't exactly contributed to the relationship. Not to mention being stuck in an airplane together for a day.
"Okay," Felicity said ignoring his tone. "Everyone knows what they have to do? Nobody has any questions?"
There was an unanimous mutter of 'no' and she dismissed the team.
Oliver stayed behind. A sad smile was playing on her lips.
He wanted to ask if she was alright when she said: "I'll be okay. I'll be here and you'll go there and do whatever you have to do and then you'll come back and it's going to be okay."
And, for a moment he believed that it would be. He hugged her, resting his head on hers.
"Felicity, I-"
She pulled away. "Don't. Don't say it. The last time you said it you went up that mountain and I thought you were dead for two weeks. No. Say it when you come back. So you have to come back."
"Alright." He kissed her on the forehead and turned to leave.
She grabbed him by the hand. "I wish you wouldn't have done that."
He looked at her, frowning. "What?"
"Kissing me on the forehead. We're together, you can give me a real kiss."
"I thought I'd save that for later too. So I have two things to come back for."
She smiled a split second smile and pulled him back again. "That part doesn't fall under the previous rule."
So he kissed her, long and serious and sad. His arms were around the small of her back, holding onto her with all he had and her barely touching him at all. Thinking that he was ready he pulled away, only to come back for a second, short kiss.
He turned abruptly and walked away.
All he wanted was to go back, take Felicity and go some place where no one knew them. Leave everything behind, every mistake and every responsibility of the past and start over.
It was his weakness and the reason he thought he could never be with her, be with anyone.
"There you are. I was starting to wonder if you lovebirds would ever say goodbye to each other or if we had to violently rip you from her arms," Agent Miller interrupted his thoughts.
Lovebird. The last time someone called him that was his mother teasing him about Laurel. The memory made him smile.
"I'm sorry if we took our time," he said, pulling the hood that came with the assassins garb over his head. Miller did likewise and that way they joined their team members.
"Let's do this," she said enthusiastically.
"Alright," Felicity said. "Oliver, you and Anna stick with Maseo; Chang and Stenowitz stay outside and the rest spread out along the courtyard."
It would be okay. All he had to do was follow her commands. Trust her and his instincts and it would be over soon.
They left two of the hooded figures behind and spread out through the building. He never thought that the League of Assassins consisted of so many people, counting those who probably were on missions right now.
"Do you guys really think this is such a great idea?," Felicity piped up after minutes of silence. "I'm not saying this is going bad or something, but just waltzing in the front door especially when it's really easy usually is the worst thing you can do, ever. But maybe I'm just paranoid and nervous and would feel a lot better with a back door."
They came to a stop as Maseo left them to talk to two league members.
"I'll just shut the microphone off so you won't have to hear my babbling," Felicity said.
"That would be my preference," Oliver answered. His nervousness had risen to a whole new level and hearing her talk about it going wrong only made it worse. He could hear her chuckle.
"What?," he asked, glad that the veil was hiding his smile.
"I just thought of something. I….I'll tell you later. I'll write it down so I won't forget it. And now we're up to two things on the to do when you get back list." With that there was a click and she probably shut the microphone off.
Next to him Agent Miller giggled. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and she said: "You two are just really cute."
"I believe Agent Chang begs to differ," was all he said and then fell into step behind Maseo again. Miller laughed and hurried after them.
A click indicated that Felicity was ready to give the next instructions. "There is a passage to your right about now and -what are you doing? The hallway leads to a flight of steps that lead directly into what I like to call the Throne room. Why are you walking straight ahead?"
"There was no hallway, Felicity," he answered. "But there are stairs going down right ahead of us so we go the next level and somehow find our way back."
"What do you mean no hallway?," she echoed, panic rising in her voice. "I have the plans right in front of me. There should be a passage. It's in the prints. This isn't Hogwarts, Oliver, what's in the plans should be where it is-"
"Felicity, calm down, okay? Everything is fine. Just find a way back to the Throne room," he tried to soothe her.
"She is right, Oliver," Maseo said in front of him. "There was a hallway, I'm sure of it. I would have pointed that mistake out if I hadn't been sure there was a way."
"Maybe it was just not fit for use anymore?," Agent Miller offered. "Or it wasn't aesthetic enough anymore."
"Feng Shui issues," Agent Johnson cackled through the headset.
"Or maybe Yamashiro just remembered it wrong," Stenowitz said. "I mean, this place is huge."
Felicity took a deep breath, muttered a 'yeah, okay', and continued to guide them through the maze that was the fortress of the League of Assassins.
Oliver couldn't blame her for the panic attack. His own anxiety was rising with every step they got closer to accomplishing their goal and the mistake with the passageway had left him with a bad feeling. Bow and Arrows would be a welcoming comfort but it was not custom to be fully armed in Nanda Parbat or so he had been told. A dagger and a short sword were all he had therefore.
When they finally made it to the throne room Ra's al Ghul stood facing the wall, his back turned on them. Nyssa al Ghul stood beside him, her eyes locked coolly on the visitors.
"We have guests, father," she said, announcing them.
Ra's turned with a cold expression. "Sarab," he said. "I have been expecting you."
"You have, master?," the assassin replied, trying to sound unfazed.
"Of course." The head of the demon smiled unnervingly and that was when Oliver realized why they couldn't find the passage. "Nyssa, be so good to escort Sarab to the cells and take his female friend with him."
There was no passage because the blueprints were fakes.
"Oliver, what is happening?," Felicity's voice cracked through the headset.
A trap.
The demons head stepped forward, ripping the veil from Oliver's face. Then he took a step back again, giving him a once over.
"You should have stayed with your green hood," he said. "Our garb doesn't flatter you at all."