Chapter 18:

"When were you going to tell me that you were training all these weeks and now you just showed up wearing Sara's costume?" Diggle asks Felicity as they headed back to the Clock Tower after handing over Adam Hunt to the SCPD. Felicity felt lucky that Detective Lance did not see her in the costume. It doesn't seem the best time to let Lance or Laurel know that she's taking the mantle of Sara. They'd probably be pissed about it.

"Soon…probably…tomorrow…or never," she says as she takes off the mask once they entered the tower.

"You're kidding, right? Then why you showed up to save my ass?"

"Because you needed help." That's one reasonable explanation. "Adam Hunt was becoming a delusional man. According to Jerome Valeska, he used to be attended in Arkham Asylum back in Gotham City. He was working for a crime lord called the Black Mask and was being pursued after he robbed a bunch of guns and drugs from him. He got captured once by Mask's men once and was severely tortured to insanity and now he thinks everyone works for Mask and is out to get him."

"Who the hell is Jerome Valeska?"

"He's an old friend of mine. He and I both lived Nevada before his mom decided to force him to drop out of school and work with her at circus. His mom had a history of child abuse but the Child Services couldn't do anything for him," she explains, "The circus had a performance in Gotham City where Jerome went insane and killed his mother with a hatchet. He was diagnosed with psychosis and is sentenced to be treated at the Arkham Asylum. He gives me intel anyway he cans."

"And you're still friends with that guy?" Diggle asks incredulously.

"He was my best friend and yeah, I still keep in touch with him," she says, knowing that this conversation was getting a bit awkward, "He writes letter to me. Although I get a bit concerned of the letters since I don't know if he's using red ink or blood to write letters."

Diggle pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in frustration.

"Okay, another quick question, how come you never told me or Oliver that you have a friend in Gotham City who's a complete psychopath and has killed people?" he asks.

"Because perhaps you guys might think I'm a psychopath too?" she smiles at him in a very uncomfortable way. I'm in trouble here, am I? she thought.

"Now why would you say that?"

"Because I also have a friend in Gotham who's a psychopath as well," Felicity confesses with a sigh.

"Name."

"His name is Oswald Cobblepot and he's a crime lord in Gotham," she informs, "He use to study with me in college before he got kicked for bad temper and low grades. He was working at a club with his mom. He also gives me intel on what goes on with Gotham. He also gave me a run-up on Hunt."

"Isn't that guy wanted for crime?"

"Yep. But don't waste time trying to ask me where he lives because he never actually says. He never gives me personal information so I don't think you might be getting anything out of me."

"But you know those kinds of people are dangerous, right? I don't think it's a good idea for you to be around them," Diggle is trying to keep Felicity safe. She is like a sister to him. He would hate to see her get hurt, especially like this.

"They were good people once," she says sternly, "Jerome was sweet, kind, generous and yet shy and vulnerable. His mom used to hit him, a lot. He would come to school with bruises his back and face, and would tell the teachers that he fell down the stairs. Oswald was smart and kind too but would get bullied a lot. I would see bruises everywhere. He even had a broken arm once. His mom would get sick all the time. So, it's not really their fault the way they became, except for their choice but…It's not their fault."

Diggle doesn't understand. How the hell did Felicity get mixed up in this mess in the first place? She's a good girl. She shouldn't be hanging around with people like Jerome Valeska and Oswald Cobblepot. Of course, there are many things Diggle and Oliver never knew of Felicity. The secrets she keeps. Diggle decides to brush them off, knowing that he might have the questions answered later but not now.

"And the training? Are you training?" he asks. He was concerned that Felicity actually went out there to save him without training or preparation.

"Um, I am training," she nods, "…a little. So far, I'm still trying to learn how to control my abilities. Caitlin and Cisco are helping with that."

"But you need physical training ―."

"I'm working on it," she sighs.

"Okay, okay. I get that you're trying to help and also trying to honour Sara's death but I don't think you're ready for this sort of thing."

Felicity sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She sits down on her chair and puts her elbows on her desk, leaning over it. She looks at her reflection in the computer screen in front of her. Blonde girl in a black leather suit. She already looks like Sara in the Canary suit, minus the deep red lips. But she definitely is not Sara Lance. I'm not even close, she thinks.

"It's not just about trying to honour her death," she says without taking her eyes off her non-existing twin staring back at her, "The man who killed Sara is still out there. And I want to find him. I want to take him down, Dig."

She already knows who killed Sara. Colton. That's all she ever thought about, finding Colton and take him down. Colton killed Sara. She doesn't want Diggle to know about Colton's ability to invade dreams and turn them into nightmares. He already freaked out when he found out about Barry being the Flash. She doesn't need to freak him out more than he is now.

Felicity has also been taking those drugs she bought at the pharmacy before Sara's funeral. Hypnocil, dream suppressing drug. Her father cannot attack her if she doesn't dream which is a good advantage but she can't say the same thing for the others. Colton is after Felicity. Her nightmares have been signs of his return. Sara's death was a warning sign. She doesn't want to know the rest. Why does his father want her so badly?

"I know, girl," Diggle says, sitting down next to her and places a hand on her shoulder, "but I don't think it's a good idea running around in the Canary suit if you're not ready yet. Imagine if you run into someone who already fought the Canary. You already have those abilities to help but what happens if you have to fight them physically. You need time still. I'll help you anyway I can. We'll find the bastard that killed Sara and we will take him down. Just promise me something."

She nods in agreement.

"Don't go nuts," he says. She giggles.

"I appreciate the advice then."

"How are you holding up though?" he asks, "You know, with what happened to Sara and what happened at the funeral and all."

"I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking," she sighs. She was afraid he would that. She turns on the computer system and begins to scan the area of Starling City, searching for any criminal activity. Anything to keep her mind off that day.

"You didn't look fine though that day," he said.

"Yeah, um, that was definitely a horrifying experience I wish not to recall or talk about it," she drawls as she begins to type into her keyboard. She really wanted to forget that moment, especially the last part, one that she hopes for Diggle not to mention.

"And then you yelling at Slade. No one expected that," he then mentions.

Yeah, that was the last part I didn't want him bringing up, she thought. The way she shouted at him. Not cool at all. She really does regret screaming at Slade that way. She has not heard from him since Sara's funeral. No obnoxious calls from her cellphone or any unexpecting visits from him. Looks like the message went pretty clear. She did tell him to leave her alone. She didn't expect for him to listen. Now she has been feeling a tight knot in her stomach, twisting her intestines and her head swarming with the things she had told him. Slade may be an asshole but he definitely didn't deserve that.

"I shouldn't have yelled at him like that," she said, "Sara just died and the first thing I do is scold him and yell at him."

"Well, he did kill a lot of people, including Moira. So, it's safe to say that he deserved what was coming to him."

"But it wasn't his fault Sara died. I don't think he went to the funeral to mock us. He didn't deserve what I said to him," she shook her head. She felt very disappointed in herself. "I felt like a kid throwing a tantrum at the funeral."

"Don't beat yourself over it, Felicity. That's one of the things you need to learn when becoming a superhero," he keeps telling her, "Don't let emotions cloud your mind. That is the main key to win a fight. Don't let anyone or anything get in your head."

"…If only it were that easy."

"It never is."

With that, she gives him a soft smile.

"…Hey, it's the weekend, right?" Diggle asks with a frown.

"Yes?"

"So where's Rachel?" he asks.

Felicity immediately points at the corner of the room. Rachel is sitting there, reading a book with earphones on, and listening to music. The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley. Diggle was a bit crossed that Felicity left Rachel alone in the Clock Tower. With a lot of enemies roaming around, the last thing that she needs to do is to leave the little girl alone in the Clock Tower. But he brushed it off. If only he knew that Rachel is not as fragile or weak as he thinks she is. Even with the headphones on, Rachel knows what he is thinking. She even kept her head buried in her book so he wouldn't see her eyes turn black.

"So, did you brush your teeth?" Felicity asks Rachel after tucking her into bed. The little nods. Felicity then raises an eyebrow doubtfully, "Show them to me." Rachel grins at her as wide as she can, showing her teeth. Felicity examine them but she gave the thumbs up in approval. She made string beans and lamb for dinner and didn't want any of the food stuck in her teeth.

"Okay then, Jaws, let's get you into bed," she says, "Do you want to keep the nightlight on?"

The little girl nods her head again and Felicity turns on the nightlight, giving the room a soft golden hue. "I brushed my teeth. I washed my face. I made sure my feet weren't dirty before going to bed. And I took Hypnocil like you told me."

Felicity sighs when she said that. She really hated asking Rachel to take Hypnocil, to suppress her dreams. But it was necessarily. She knew that if Colton can't hurt her through her dreams, he might try to hurt Rachel instead, and she didn't want that to happen. She just hopes this does not affect her physically as it does to her. She doesn't want to get in trouble with the headmistress at the orphanage.

"You're not going to tell the headmistress about this, right?" Rachel asks in concern.

"Only if you don't tell her," Felicity says and the girl shakes her head in response. She kisses her on the forehead and Rachel kisses her cheek in return.

Rusty suddenly enters the room. He stopped by the bed, looked up at them and meowed. He wants either Felicity or Rachel to carry him. Felicity bends down and takes Rusty in her hands before placing him down on the bed next to Rachel.

"Rusty is going to keep you company, okay, that way you won't feel so scared?"

"….Mother and I used to pray a lot when she tucked me into bed," Rachel suddenly said, "She told me that prayers would keep me safe and now that she and I are not praying together anymore, I …"

"You don't feel safe anymore, right?"

Rachel shakes her head at that.

"Do you want me to pray with you, to make you feel safe?" Felicity asks.

"You'd really do that for me?"

"Well, I'm Jewish, but if it makes you feel better, I'll do it, okay?" Rachel smiles and nods, "So, um, do we, do we get on our knees and put our hands together or we can simply do the hand thing only. What prayer are you going to use?"

Rachel had already clamped her hands together and placed it on her chest. "Okay, um…" Felicity clumsily placed her elbows on her knees, clamped her hands together like Rachel did and put her hands to her forehead. They both closed their eyes and Rachel began to pray.

"Oh God, my Lord, I now begin," she chants, "Oh help me, and I'll leave my sin. For I repent and thou shall be. Thru evil I will turn to thee. Whomever shall destroy my faith, for I repent and thou shall be. Oh God, my Lord, I now begin. Oh help me and I'll leave my sin. For I repent and thou shall be. Thru evil I will turn to thee."

Okay, that was getting dark really fast, Felicity realized. Why would Rachel's mother used that kind of prayer? And how is that going to protect her? And from what she should be protected from?

After the, very disturbing, prayer, Felicity kissed Rachel goodnight once more. She let the door half open just in case she needed her, and went straight to bed herself.

Slade simply sat there quietly in his chair behind desk, looking down at the glass of rum in his hand grimly. He couldn't concentrate on work much. His mind was heavily concentrated on Felicity. Not even Shado's presence could keep his mind from thinking of her, of how things ended up between him and her. Both Shado and Isabel kept telling him to forget about her, that she is simply a waste of time now, that she simply was a distraction for him and that he needed to focus on how to eliminate Oliver Queen now that he's behind bars. But he couldn't focus.

The way she screamed at him, with such hatred, such rage and so much fear. It scared him as well. She was persistent and her message became clear to him. She doesn't want to see him again. But Slade does want to see her again. It didn't feel the same. His new EA was an old hag who wouldn't stop complaining about her job, and she was not entertaining like Felicity was.

He needed to see her again, even if she didn't want to see him. He's going to see her again whether she wants it or not and would give her the cheesiest excuse just to see her again. No, cheesy wouldn't do. He has to be clever about it, a way that she can't turn him down.

"I thought you loved me," he suddenly hears Shado say. She was standing right at the entrance of his office, looking at him with deception and anger in her eyes.

"I do," he sighs. He wasn't so sure anymore. He kept trying to convince himself that Shado was still alive out there and that he

"Then, why won't you stop thinking of her?" she asks.

He didn't know anymore. He loved her. But that was the Shado he met on the island of Lian Yu five years ago. This Shado was different. She did not feel like the Shado he met. Shado is probably angry for Ivo shooting her in the head but never has she ever been this hostile with everyone.

"I don't know," he sighs. He looks at her glumly. Shado closes her eyes and begins to shed tears. The tears are red though. She's crying blood through her eyes.

You're no longer the Shado I once loved, he thought as a tear of his own ran down his cheek.

It's three o' clock in the morning. Felicity wakes up from her slumber, yawns and gets up from her bed. Another dreamless sleep, she thought. The pills she's taking are working so far. She needs to go pee though. And she has to go pretty badly. Why can't I control my bladder? I really need to talk to the doctor about this!

Even though tired, she walks down the hall, tiptoes past Rachel's bedroom and heads for the bathroom. She turns on the light so she wouldn't bump into anything and walks right in. She hears a splash and her feet feel wet and cold. Frowning, she looks down at the floor. The floor is wet. The water nearly reaches her ankles. How did this happen? She wonders. Perhaps the toilet broke, she thought. But she hears the nuzzle from the bathtub is turned on. Who the hell turned on the bathtub? She directs her eyes to the bathtub and gasps when she sees Rachel sitting in the bathtub.

The water from the tub has filled up to the rim and would spill off the edge to the floor. Rachel is sitting in the bathtub in her floral nightgown, her hair damp and the water almost reaching to her nostrils. She did not turn her head to look at Felicity, not even when she gasped. Felicity suspects she didn't even hear her enter. She looks like she's in some kind of trance. Rachel looks different. Her skin looks different. Instead of pale porcelain skin, the child's skin has turned into an ashy grey color with darker grey veins sprouting over her face like roots. And her eyes are completely black like pearls. She looks like a corpse. It also made Felicity fear that Rachel is dead.

"Rachel! Oh my God!"

Felicity was careful running over to the bathtub so she wouldn't slip. She grabs Rachel and pulls her out of the bathtub. She now notices the water is greenish grey and mucky. What the hell happened in here? Instead of trying to figure that out, she runs out of the bathroom and bolts back into the bedroom. She wraps her in a blanket. She's cold. How long has she been in the bathtub?

"Rachel?" She embraces her, trying to keep her warm. She then tries to get her to snap out of it. It seems like she's in a trance, buried deep inside her mind. "Rachel, please, wake up." She pats her in the face repeatedly and shakes her. She's not going to slap her though. She would never try to hit her.

"…Mother and I used to pray," Rachel had said before going to sleep, "She said it would keep me safe…"

From what? From WHAT? Why the hell am I asking that while Rachel is still in a fucking trance or whatever is happening to her?

Felicity takes Rachel's hands in hers and begins to pray the prayer Rachel had chanted before bed.

"Oh God, my Lord, I now begin," she snivels, "Oh help me, and I'll leave my sin. For I repent and thou shall be. Thru evil I will turn to thee. Whomever shall destroy my faith, for I repent and thou shall be. Oh God, my Lord, I now begin. Oh help me and I'll leave my sin. For I repent and thou shall be. Thru evil I will turn to thee. Oh God, my Lord, I now begin. Oh help me and I'll leave my sin. For I repent and thou shall be. Thru evil I will turn to thee…"

Rachel suddenly gasps. The ashy colour in her face diminishes along with the sprouted veins and her eyes returns to her normal blue colour. She coughs and begins to cry. Sighing in relief, Felicity embraces her and the child does the same. The child is afraid, Felicity can tell. She doesn't know what did this to her but she sure doesn't want it to happen again. Could it be my Dad again? She wonders.

If only she knew it would be something far worse in the future.

"Do you want another marshmallow?" Felicity asks.

Rachel's sitting on the opposite side of the table, looking glumly at her breakfast. Felicity has cooked apple cinnamon waffles that had been sprinkle with white sugar powder and topped with two red strawberries. Rachel has not taken a single bite which concerned Felicity greatly. She even made her hot chocolate with two marshmallows in it.

She puts another marshmallow in it. Rachel stares at her emotionlessly. It kinds of reminds her the first time she met Rachel. Felicity puts three more marshmallows in the hot chocolate. Rachel sighs. Then Felicity empties the entire jar full of marshmallows into the mug of hot chocolate, creating a pile. Rachel smiles softly at her but it seems that she is still not in the mood for eating.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Felicity asks and the little girl shakes her head. "I'm never going to give you those pills again." Felicity suspects that Hypnocil is responsible for Rachel's weird behaviour last night and not some supernatural force. It can't be real, she keeps telling to herself in her head as she tries not to freak out more than she is now, there has to be a very logical explanation for all this.

"But it wasn't ―."

"I don't want this to happen again," she interrupts the little girl, "I don't want them to take you away from me if this happens again. Do you understand?"

Rachel sighs and nods her head in agreement. Felicity serves Rusty his fish fillets and milk, and makes her own breakfast: scrambled eggs, Italian sausage and pieces of fruit along with tea.

Her telephone begins to ring. She was too busy making her breakfast that she can't answer the phone right now. So, she allows the machine to go to voice mail.

"Hello, this is Felicity Megan Smoak. I am not here right now…Um, I'm probably at work so you can leave a message or something and I'll call you when I get back."

Wow, I sound so stupid. She cringes every time she hears her own voice through the machine. She sounds so pathetic.

"Miss Smoak." She nearly drops her plate when she hears Slade Wilson's voice through the machine. "This is Slade Wilson, CEO of Queens Consolidated. I was hoping you and I might discuss business as soon as you were in a better mood. I have an assignment for you. Unfortunately, I have hackers trying to sabotage Queens Consolidated by breaking through the firewall. They were unsuccessful on doing so but I fear that next time the company won't be so lucky if they manage to break through. I need your IT skills to help install a new firewall, one you think might be strong enough to keep the hackers from tampering with the investments. And before you say no, I already went to the IT Department and strictly asked for your assistance, and already paid 20,000 dollars. That money has already been sent to your bank account. That's half of what you earn. The rest will be paid after you complete the job. If you refuse, I'll make sure your account is emptied by the end of the day and your social security number is given out to other hackers around the city."

What? Felicity face-palmed herself. That son of a bitch. She wanted to yell and curse but couldn't do so with Rachel around. That is not fair. Slade is playing dirty with her. How the fuck did he get my social security number? This is so not fair. Of course, she knows that if she refuses, she's going to get hacked and everything she worked for will be gone. Oh, the irony of it all!

"Who was that?" Felicity hears Rachel ask. She forgot she's still here in the kitchen.

"Um…no one." Felicity sits down on the table at the opposite side where Rachel is sitting. "Just my boss."

"He doesn't sound nice." The little girl was finally eating the freaking waffles. Finally!

He's not, she thought.

"He just wants to talk business and he gets really cranky when things don't work out well," she lied.

She hears the doorbell ring. Felicity immediately scrambles to her feet while Rachel remained eating her breakfast.

"That's probably Klarion coming to pick up Rusty," she said as she stumbled over to the door. "Coming!" Luckily, she's wearing her bra this time. She didn't want the same mistake of being caught in her pajamas and without a bra. Well, she's still in her pajamas but at least she was wearing a bra this time. "Come on, Rusty, don't you want to see Klarion?"

Rusty, who was now sitting on the coffee table, stared at the door intensely before letting out an angry hiss, his hairs standing up, and runs away from the living room and hides inside Rachel's bedroom. This caught Felicity by surprise. Rusty has never hissed like that before, she knew. What's gotten over him?

She opens the door and finds out why Rusty hissed.

"Slade?"

There he was. Standing in front of Felicity right outside her apartment. She just got a voice mail minutes ago and now he's here outside her apartment. Is he really that desperate to talk to her? Stalker alert!

"Miss Smoak," he nodded in greeting and gave her a smile.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Like I said, I'm here on official business." He intends to brush past her to enter the apartment but Felicity slams her hand to the doorframe to keep him from passing.

"You left a voice mail when you're already standing outside my apartment at this very moment," she whispers so Rachel wouldn't hear her, "What the hell?"

"I was already on my way when I sent you the voice mail," he whispers, "I thought you would you would have preferred if I announced my arrival before actually arriving. Also, may I ask why are we whispering?"

"I have company. So, I think you should leave before ―."

"Felicity?" Rachel's voice could be heard from a faint distance but was still audible for both Felicity and Slade. "Who is it?"

Slade gave an expression of surprise when he heard a little girl's voice in the IT's apartment and stares at Felicity with a questionable look. She closed her eyes and sighed in frustration.

"Like I said," she gritted her teeth, "I have company so if you don't mind ―."

Slade immediately pushes his way inside her apartment, much to her annoyance. It's the second time the psychopath entered her apartment without permission. Not cool, at all.

"Would you like some coffee while you're here entering people's apartment uninvitingly?" she asks sarcastically as she followed him to the kitchen. Oh no, he's going to see Rachel.

"Perhaps some tea," he says and just as she feared, he spotted Rachel sitting behind the kitchen table eating her waffles and drinking her hot chocolate overflowed with marshmallows. He looked at her curiously. She's so pale, white as a sheet, and tired-looking. Her hair was curly and black as raven wings and her eyes were blue. She looked like she hasn't sleep in days. Of course, neither did Felicity Smoak. Both of them looked tired. It seemed both of them had a very rough night. But it was her appearance that caught his attention. It reminded him of another little girl with the same blue eyes but instead of having black, the other girl had white hair. "Who is this?" he asked.

"She's ―."

"I'm Rachel," the little girl cuts in before Felicity could say anything.

"She's Rachel," the IT girl sighs as she went over to the oven to serve the madman some tea. She made green tea. It's good to accelerate the metabolism.

"How old are you?" Slade asked the girl as he sat down on one of the Windsor chair, facing the girl. They were both staring at each other intensely, Rachel squinting her eyes as if examining him.

"Hold old are you?" Rachel asks back. "Fifty? Fifty-five?"

Felicity mentally face palmed herself. Please don't kill her. Please don't kill her.

"I'm forty-six," he said in fake offense, "How are you? Three? Four?"

"I'm six. You're Felicity's boss, right?"

"Am I that really easy to read?"

Felicity returned to the table and puts down a teacup in front of Slade before sitting down herself with her own breakfast.

"You sound like the voice in the telephone. You sounded mean to Felicity." She frowned with her arms crossed over her small chest. Felicity right now wanted to be swallowed by the earth in embarrassment. She was more worried than embarrassment. She was afraid that Slade might try to hurt Rachel if she said something out of line that would piss him off.

"Sometimes work makes people mean by the end of the day. It's called stess," he cooed.

Rachel remained staring at him. There's an intense silence between the three of them, Felicity now feeling uncomfortable between the odd staring contest.

"…I like him," Rachel says plainly and goes back to eating breakfast.

Felicity tried to hide a smile but was unsuccessful in doing so. Slade smiled at her. He would have preferred seeing her smile than seeing her so depressed.

"Where did you find this girl?" he chuckled.

"Um, she's a friend," she said, "Aren't you Rachel?"

"Uh-huh," the little girl nodded her head.

"She's here, for the weekends," Felicity tried to make this conversation from going awkward but fails miserably. "Um…"

"Miss Smoak," Slade interrupts, "I hope you don't mind but we really must discuss business. I really am in need of your assistance."

"Something about the firewall almost getting hacked," she recalled.

"Indeed," he nodded, "I need your intellectual skills to keep those pesky hackers away the company's investments."

"What's a firewall and what's an investment?" Rachel asked, frowing in confusion.

"I'll explain it later," Felicity said, getting up from the chair, "Right now, I need you to finish your breakfast and gather your things. I have things to do before taking you back to the headmistress."

"Aw," Rachel whines in deception. It was Sunday. Her weekend visit is over. They only have until 5: 30 in the afternoon till Felicity returns her to the orphanage at 6 o' clock. But Rachel obeys and eats her waffle as quickly as possible.

"As for you, Mr. Wilson," she grabbed his arm and had no trouble pulling him out of the chair. He didn't even try to pull back or wrench his arm from her grasp. He was letting her drag him around like heavy cart. "I think it's time for you to leave." She got behind him and began to push him out of the kitchen to the front door.

"We still have business to discuss regarding the firewall at Queens Consolidated," Slade said as Felicity opened the door and pushes Slade out of her apartment.

"Yeah, you said, at Queens Consolidated," she said, "We're are not at Queens Consolidated, we are at my apartment. When we're at Queens Consolidated, we'll work it out but since we are not at Queens Consolidated yet, we have nothing to talk about. So, I will be seeing you tonight probably at the company. But right now, leave."

"Be there at eight, Miss Smoak."

"Yes, fine. Goodbye, Goodbye, Mr. Wilson," she then shuts the door in his face. She presses her back against the door and slides down till her hide made contact with the floor. She sighs in frustration. Jesus Christ, the nerve of this guy, she thought.

"He seems nice, I think," Rachel complimented as she finished her breakfast.

"Yep…"

"Can I take a shower first?" the little girl asked.

"Okay, go ahead but only five minutes. Go on," she says. Rachel nods her head and runs to the bathroom.

Felicity simply sat there on the floor, trying to recollect what just happened right now. Slade Wilson leaving a voice mail to discuss business over a freaking firewall ― something that he could have done himself or just hire another IT expert ― and then just showing up on her doorstep minutes later as if he were a stalker. She now felt threatened now that Slade knows about Rachel. Will he hurt her? She thought. She can't really tell. Of course, one thing's for sure, she's not buying the whole firewall shit Slade was talking about. Something's telling her that Slade didn't arrive to her apartment just to discuss business over a firewall that can be installed in three easy steps.

Still, she was willing to play his game if it would get him to leave her alone.

Okay, guys, here's the new chapter of Black Smoak. This chapter mostly involves Felicity noticing Rachel's weird behaviour. For those who do not know - SPOILER ALERT - Rachel is actually Raven from the Teen Titans comics. I wanted to give a perspective of what she would be like as a little girl in the Arrow universe, very sweet, very cute and yet very mysterious and dark at the same time. This chapter is exposing her strange behaviour which will become worse further on through the rest of the story. If you guys are wondering if Raven is possessing this six year-old girl, she's not. That's actually Raven as six-year-old Rachel Roth. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and I will be posting up more soon.

Leave a comment and tell me what you think of this chapter and what you thought about Raven's role in this story.