A/N: Be forewarned there's a death in this chapter. You can consider last chapter more of a prologue.
This chapter takes place before Oliver travels back in time.
Felicity's fingers worked diligently over the keys of the board, her eyes glued to the screen.
She could hear Oliver, John and Roy training in the background.
Lately, Oliver had been more on edge.
After finally defeating Slade, the team, especially Oliver had worked their ass's off in helping the city recover from the siege.
That was almost three months ago, and it felt like the city was really starting to heal.
It hadn't been an easy couple of months. Nothing for Team Arrow really was however with each passing day Felicity was filled with a sense of hope.
Things had gotten complicated when members of the Glades started dropping by arrows to the heart.
The Arrow was SCPD first suspect only Oliver hadn't dropped any bodies since the count.
It had become clear to Team Arrow that there was a copycat out there ruining everything Oliver was working toward making the city better.
For the past two weeks, the copycat had been dropping bodies left and right.
Felicity was doing her best to track him, but he was good at hiding. Whoever he was really didn't want to be found.
Unfortunately, they couldn't focus all their time on him not when guns were being sold to teens, and a new drug was hitting the streets of Starling City
Taking out the weapons dealer was relatively easy, getting the drugs off the streets was taking time when they had multiple dealers working the streets; however, they needed to find the supplier.
Felicity spent more and more time in the bunker trying to track it all down. Felicity knew it was only a matter of time before she found what they needed to take down the whole drug operation.
"Hey, I thought you would have gotten here earlier." Roy greeted as Felicity stepped out of her car.
"So did I. My cars been giving me trouble for the past couple days." Felicity grabbed her bag and locked her car. "Are Oliver and Digg here?"
"Oliver stepped out to get some food and Digg's taking food to Lyla, she had some kind of weird pregnancy craving for pickles and Cherry Garcia ice cream." Roy's face scrunched up. "I don't even want to know what goes on with a pregnant woman's tastebuds."
Felicity laughed. "Honestly, Scarecrow me neither. What are you doing out here?"
"You were running late and its the Glades, I figured I wait for you." Roy gave a small shrug. "The Glades isn't a safe place for anyone after dark."
Felicity nodded, fighting back a smile, sometimes being around Roy, talking with him she imagined it was what it was like to have a brother. A protective little brother but still a little brother. "I appreciate the concern."
"Plus, Oliver would kill me if I let anything happen to you," Roy added.
"There is that," Felicity agreed jokingly. Although in all honesty, Felicity knew Oliver would never kill Roy. He was a member of their team, and he cared about him more than he was willing to admit out loud. "Hey, if you're lucky he'll just shoot you."
Roy let out a dramatic groan. "Don't remind me. I still remember the pain vividly when he shot me last time."
"There were circumstances." Oliver's voice sounded from behind them.
Felicity turned and smiled at him. "Hey, we were just talking about you."
"I gathered, and you're talking about the possibility of me shooting Roy, why?" Oliver asked as he walked closer to them, a bag of takeout from Big Belly Burgers clutched in his hands a container of drinks in the other.
"Just making conversation. What did you get us?" Felicity asked, stepping toward him.
"I got some fries, cheeseburgers and I got you a strawberry shake." Oliver's lips pulled up into a smile. "I know it's no mint chip, but I figured you would appreciate the thought."
Oliver was rewarded with a smile that he swore lit up the night.
"That's so sweet, and I'll show you just how appreciative I can be tonight." Felicity reached for the shake and took a sip.
Oliver's eyebrows shot up at those words, her words creating images in his head one after the other that he didn't need when he needed to focus tonight. The thought of Felicity suggestively showing her appreciation for something he did for her was far too distracting for him to handle.
Roy snorted. "Felicity, your slip of the tongue is getting worse."
"What?" Felicity ran back the words in her mind, and her eyes widened as they shot to Oliver. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant showing my appreciation by helping you with Team Arrow stuff and helping you get your company back."
Oliver loved the way her face flushed and seeing it spread down her neck, he wondered just how far that blush went. He gave his head a small shake trying to focus. "I know what you meant, Felicity."
Felicity relaxed turning back around to begin walking again. "I swear if I could buy a filter for the things I say, I would pay so much money. And I would not regret it."
"But then we could no longer laugh at your mortification," Roy smirked at her.
"Shut up." Felicity started to roll her eyes heavenward when something caught her eye.
A man in a hood stood on a roof, aiming an arrow at them.
Felicity followed the man's line of sight. No, not at them. Only at one of them.
She acted instinctively, seeing him draw back his bow. "Roy! Move!" her body reacted instinctively when she saw the arrow release, throwing herself into Roy knocking him back.
It happened too fast. Oliver never even saw it coming until Felicity's gasp of pain tore through the air.
"Felicity!" Oliver dropped everything in his hands, grabbing Felicity and gently lowering her to the ground.
"Oh God, Felicity." Roy pushed back to his Felicity from where Felicity had knocked him to the ground. He stared down in horror at the arrow sticking out of her chest, blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as more blood spread across the front of her jacket. So much blood.
"Go after that bastard!" Oliver snapped at him. "Don't let him get away!"
Roy nodded jerkily, even as his eyes shined with tears. He turned on his heel and chased after the man as he saw him jump from the rooftop heading west.
"Oli-Oliver." Felicity's voice rattled as blood dribbled down her chin.
"Shh, don't talk." he hushed.
"Don't blame R-Roy for this. It's not hi-his fault." She gasped out.
Olived pressed down on her chest around the wound, trying to stem the blood flow but there was just so much of it as it seeped between his fingers. "Shh. I'm not gonna blame him for this. You're going to be fine." he quickly used his phone sending an emergency text to Digg then dropped his phone to the ground, holding her to him.
"You're st-still as bad a liar as the da-day we m-met." Felicity gasped in pain, her chest rattling. "You changed my li-fe that day."
Oliver's eyes filled with tears, a vice wrapping around his heart. "And you changed mine. More than you know. Just hold on. Please, Felicity, I can't do this without you."
"Yes, you can. You d-did before." Felicity's hand reached up covering his that was soaked in her blood. "And I believe in you."
Oliver ducked his head, a quiet sob escaping him.
"I'm s-sorry," she murmured. "I never wanted to be the cause of more pain for you. I-I wanted-" Felicity let out a harsh cough, blood splattering her lips, the color draining from her skin, leaving her ghostly pale, her eyes glassy. "I wa-wanted to be a happy story." a tear slid from her eye.
Tears slid down his cheeks, his shoulders shaking, he reached a hand up to her cheek. "You are, Felicity. You are my best story."
"Oliver, I-" She gave another cough and cried out in pain.
Oliver felt his heart tearing apart as he watched her struggle to breathe, drowning in her own blood. "Shh, save your strength."
"Oliver, I-" her eyes glazed over and he watched the life leave them, felt her chest beneath his hand still, her arm dropping to her side and her head falling against his chest.
"Felicity," he placed his hand over her heart. "No, please!" It wasn't beating. "Come back to me! Felicity!"
A chasm opened in his chest. Pain and grief consuming him. "Felicity! Please! FELICITY!"
"Oliver!" Digg ran up, his eyes widened as he dropped to his knees and reached his hand out pressing his fingers to Felicity's neck, finding no pulse. "What the hell happened?!" His voice shook.
Oliver couldn't answer, he couldn't think, everything around him blurred. "Please, Felicity, I still need you." He brought her in closer and curled himself around her, crying into her neck.
The moment her heart stopped beating, the hope for a future worth living beyond his missions, beyond being the Arrow died with her.
A/N: This chapter is shorter than what I'm used to writing but knowing me they will get longer.
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