So I'm kind of experimenting with this one as I'm not as sure to be truthful with you but still I hope you lot enjoy this, it was interesting to write.

Next up is both A Change of View and Forbidden Love.

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Her footsteps were heavy as Felicity pushed on, plodding through the forest towards the house she knew was up ahead. The amount of shortcuts, twists and turns she purposely threw into her path to throw off anyone who might've followed her.

Thank god her sense of direction and memory of the house hadn't been lost to her otherwise, well it's best not to dwell on that.

Reaching for the key, Felicity stumbled through the front door as she felt the blood from her wound pass her fingers, which she used to attempt to staunch the bleeding, staining her skin red. Her eyes scanned the place for any signs of forced entry in case someone had followed her or if one of her friends had made it to the house ahead of her. The shortcuts had slowed her down considerably.

During the mission that went into the very depths of hell they had scattered away from one another in separate directions, meaning she had been forced to defend herself and because of the pain it affected her movements so she executed the movements poorly allowing the man to gain the advantage over her and add to her collection of wounds, landing a unfortunate one for her.

Beforehand she had been caught in the explosion of bullets, landing a bullet to the upper thigh, so the man had been able to land another blow, getting her with his knife and slicing through her skin on her stomach.

Thankfully her adrenaline gave her the pain relief she had been searching for and drove her tiring limbs into different forms of both attack and defence.

By the point of actually face planting onto the rug inside the living room-section of the cabin, Felicity was purely and utterly exhausted and how she hadn't already fallen asleep was a mystery in itself.

Things began passing by as she trudged her way around the house, her steps were clumsy and exaggerated, to get to the make shift med-bay where the entire medical equipment were stored.

Right now she had to ignore how much she truly hated needles and stitch up the splits in her skin before her body gave her over to the depths of unconsciousness.

How she managed it was a miracle basically.

Using the remains of her energy, Felicity hauled her body up onto the table and began to get to work on the wounds. Having to halt until her stomach stopped rolling, Felicity stitched up her stomach and arm.

Stabilising her shaking hands best she could, she focused on removing the bullet and the pain was bypassed thanks to the antiseptic she had injected into her leg but knowing that the pain was going to come back and bite her hard in the ass later on.

Moving to find a better place to rest, she avoided the windows at all costs in case someone came across the building.

Remembering to the lock the door behind her and take her key out, replacing it back into the only safe place she knew then- her bra -Felicity found the only high up place in the building. The support beams.

She knew she wasn't heavy, she was the lightest one in the team, Felicity clambered up onto one of the tables and used her skills from her gymnast years to heave herself up.

The moment her entire body was safely masked by the beam, Felicity gave up any resistance of sleep and drifted away.

He had the building in his sight, just beyond the point where the vast sea of trees covered the place. His mind was still wired from the fight and the battle still raging to travel in the direction of the safe house.

Whilst he had been fighting, one of the men had just caught him with his knife but the wound was minor, barely even a scratch.

Out of instinct and habit, Oliver searched the outside of the house for any point of forced entry then confirmed safety before finally entering the house.

Something suddenly reached out to him right then.

There on the floor laid a single droplet of blood to the side, leading up to the med-bay.

Every part of him froze as he tracked the trail of blood to where stray medical equipment lay there used.

He had a bad feeling about this.

It was either someone else had already been here, was currently still here or another member of the team had made it to the safe house.

Listening to the silence that had embraced the space inside the cabin, it was too silent. There should be some kind of noise, something, anything but there was nothing but the beat of his heart and his steps beneath his feet, the just squeak of the wooden planks lining up his path.

Abruptly a smell caught his senses.

It was lavender.

There was only one person he knew that wore that scent; it was too familiar to him for him not to know it.

Felicity, it was Felicity's perfume. She had been wearing it that morning before they set off. Sure it wasn't that strong a smell but his nose still picked it up. He could always pick up the smell of Felicity's perfume.

She was here somewhere. Oh god, please say that wasn't her blood.

Oliver couldn't help but desperately plead out her name, praying that she would answer his calls.

The sound of her name being desperately cried out brought some part of her, bringing her out of the dark. His name rolled off her tongue with ease as his head snapped back and up to her, meeting her half-conscious gaze.

"Felicity"

Her voice caught his step as it faltered him while his head snapped in the direction her voice had come from.

"Felicity"

There she was hidden in the highest possible place, the support beam above him. The pain was evident in the way she clutched her stomach, the other hand just hanging there limply.

It worried him.

"Felicity, are you okay?" he knew it was a stupid question, obviously she wasn't alright, she was hurt.

"…mmm, no….hurts" Felicity mumbled out.

"What? What's wrong?"

When she didn't answer him, Oliver grew more concerned.

"Felicity….Felicity, jump off, I'll catch you" positioning himself below her just to the side, Oliver held out his arms ready to catch her but she didn't make a single movement.

"…can't, hurts too much"

"Roll off then. Come on Felicity, I need to see where you're hurt"

Several minutes passed before Felicity finally made to roll off the beam. Leaning far to the side, the rest of her body followed the movement, falling into the arms of an awaiting Oliver Queen.

Over the few years that they've worked alongside one another he's found that whenever the chance of him carrying her appeared, he's always found her weight in his arms comforting and now out of all when she had made out serious injuries he's all the more thankful.

When she was safely cradled in his arms, Oliver moved to the comfort of the couch resting in the corner of the room, hidden from any praying windows.

Lifting up the front of her shirt, Oliver's eyes zoned in on the now sewn up knife gash on her stomach, which made him furious at the thought of her being hurt while he had gotten off with a mere scratch but that wasn't all. Cuts ran up the length of her arms, even though they looked minor it was beside the point, while bruises began to make themselves known, staining her skin a bluish colour.

"What happened?"

"Man attacked…hurt bad…bad defence…ran in direction of house…twists, turns, shortcuts…throw off followers…bumped against trees, bruised" luckily Oliver managed to catch the gist of what the words she was mumbling out meant.

"Why did engage any combat? You should've just ran"

"Couldn't…blocked path…had to fight"

"Where else Felicity" when he once again met her gaze he saw a hint of defence guarding her features. There was something she wasn't telling him. "Felicity, tell me, where else?"

"…..leg…bullet…stitched…hurts"

Once the words were out there, Oliver's instantly reached down to where her hand was covering a patch on her upper thigh, pulling down the waistband of her pants so he could see the wound in all its work.

It was clear to him that she had pulled out the actual bullet and put a couple stitches in but it was evident they hadn't been enough for the wound was still oozing blood, turning the stitches the same colour, blending them in with her body.

"I need to properly stitch it up, it's coming undone, you still with me?" how her eyes were struggling to stay open wasn't lost on him and it worried him.

"Hmm, sleepy"

"I know and after I stitch you up, you can sleep but right now you have to stay awake alright?" he could feel her nodding against his shoulder.

Cradling her close so her head came to rest in the crook of his neck, Oliver lifted her up and moved back over to the med-bay. Placing her down over the blanket and resting her head on the pillow that they always had on standby, located on the shelves nearby, he got to work. Once again pulling down the waistband on her pants, he threaded the needle and began the process of connecting the two sides of her skin like she had attempted to do but had been to weary to fully complete the stitching.

Halfway through the corner of his eye was caught on a glint on the shelving unit and there it was.

That bloody bullet.

Literally, Felicity's blood covered the entire thing. It was his stomach churn at that thought.

It all hurt like a thousand knives in her at once.

"Felicity, Felicity are you still with me?" it was Oliver's voice that caused her to notice that she had her eyes closed and right then she couldn't for the life of her seem to open them.

"Tired"

"That's okay; let's get you somewhere more comfortable so you can sleep"

"Hmm"

Her eyes opened a smidge to inform her of their current position. Oliver laid himself out with her on his lap huddled into the corner of the couch, and within close proximity of his bow and quiver chocker block full of arrows ready to go. His body was curled up round her, shielding her with himself, crafting almost a cradle to guard her. It all made a smile grow on her face before once again drifting out of consciousness.

Moving himself over to the couch with Felicity safely in his lap, Oliver curled himself round her and set up his line of sight so he could see the reflection of the front door off the window as the main majority of his gaze was focused on the woman safely protected in his arms.

Shifting his gaze once more to the reflection of the front door to wait out the arrival of the remaining members of their team but meanwhile another thought crossed its path.

Who would be the next one to walk through that door?