Hey all, thank you so much for the love from the last chapter! It's amazing to have your support. In saying this – I just wanted to reiterate, I am not writing Felicity's storyline just have to Oliver come and save her, yes she has been hurt, yes she will have Oliver (eventually) and Tommy helping her out but considering I have been the basically the exact situation as I am writing her in, she will come out on top and I already have a scene written that shows how strong she is.

She is not a damsel in distress. I know this and I do hope that for the most part – those who are still following this can see that.

In saying this, I do promise that Oliver will be home soon. You believe me…right? heheh Please enjoy the Oliver heavy chapter!

Chapter 14 – Torn

The music was thumping as Oliver skirted his way up the driveway, he kept his head down and the hoodie pulled close to his body as he tried to keep himself from being recognized or even seen. He kept to the shadows, making sure he didn't touch anyone or get too close. Oliver knew these parties and the fact that it was almost midnight meant that everyone here was drunk so the last thing they were focusing on was those around them.

It played to his advantage, if they didn't notice him there, they couldn't recognize him, which meant he kept his family safe. But he knew it was a risk being here, anyone of his of friends – more like acquaintances – could see him, Hell even Tommy and Felicity could stumble upon him while he tried to hide but he needed to see her, needed to know that she was ok.

Pushing his way through the large front door, Oliver was greeted with the family laughter, thumping music and thrones of people dancing, drinking and making out. He stopped for a moment, his eyes falling on two people, she had her back against the wall, her dark hair falling over her shoulder and her leg hiked up over the man's hip, his lips clearly attached to her neck. He on the other hand, held her in place with one hand holding onto hers, the other of her hands tangled in his dirty blonde hair.

For a split second, an instant and a flash, Oliver watched the two and imagined it was he and Felicity in the same position but the image was gone in an instant. In the back of his mind, Oliver knew it had been almost 3 years since he'd had sex or even been close to another woman and seeing Felicity tonight had lit a fire inside of him that he knew would only end one way the minute he was alone, also something he hadn't done in a long time.

Shaking his head, Oliver moved further through the house, tracking through each of the main room's downstairs, thankful the lighting was down. Finally, he spotted Felicity, she hadn't changed from what she was wearing at QC so she was easy to find but he found her sitting on the couch next to Tommy, a drink in their hands. With his back against the wall – Oliver stayed out of sight as he listened to them both talk and laugh.

Oh, the sound of her laugher was enough to make his heart sore. A small amount of sunlight in his otherwise dark life. He kept his head, making sure the hood still covered his eyes but he listened.

"Why have a party Tommy? It was your birthday not long ago…remember we went to Verdant?" Felicity laughed as Tommy through his arm over her shoulder.

Verdant? That was the name of the bar that Oliver wanted to open before he got on the boat, the same bar his father said he was crazy for wanting. But he didn't get a chance to think more of it when Tommy spoke.

"That was months ago Felicity! Besides, this weekend was the anniversary of mine and Ollie's first huge party all those years ago!" Oliver listened as Tommy laughed loudly, his own thoughts going back to that first party they had thrown when they were 16 years old. But then Tommy's voice dropped, "I thought it would be nice to honor it, even though he isn't here."

There was movement, shifting of the couch, "I miss him too Tommy. Every day, I miss him." This time it was Felicity's voice and it was soft, gently. She missed him, God he really needed to hear that. More than he liked to admit. Glancing around the corner he was hiding behind, Oliver watched as Felicity moved from the couch next to Tommy, making her way towards the large staircase.

His eyes followed her as she moved, probably heading to the bathrooms that were upstairs, something only she would know about but as she moved, Oliver noticed that the eyes of someone else had focused on her, someone he recognized as Anthony Walker. Oliver watched as Anthony pushed himself off the wall and follow her towards the staircase.

But first there was a hallway she would have to go down, wide enough for people to hang around and there still be room to move but it was a little more secluded that Oliver would like. He knew all about Anthony Walker, he knew about the things he had done in the past and Oliver knew that Anthony Walker would not be missed from the world.

Moving quietly Oliver watched as Anthony approached Felicity while in the hallway, Oliver's fists clenched as he watched on, watched as Anthony cornered Felicity against the wall, his chest against her back, his hands moving up her sides. Oliver had to stop himself from marching right up to them and pulling Anthony off her but he couldn't, not yet and he knew that.

It infuriated him to see Felicity stuck the way she was, trying to push Anthony off her but he was much bigger than her, stronger. But Oliver had to smile, watching as Felicity spun in his arms, placed both her hands on his chest and pushed him off her with full force.

That's my girl. He smirked to himself as he watched the shocked look on Anthony's face.

But his own smirk fell when Anthony placed both his hands on Felicity's shoulders and shoved her backwards, her head slamming into the wall painfully. From his hiding spot, Oliver could see her face scrunch up in pain but Anthony just walked away, tracking straight passed Oliver and heading straight upstairs. This time Oliver could not hold himself back, once Anthony was halfway up the staircase, and so he followed him, tracking him around a few corners until they were in a quieter part of the second level, the sound of the music was muffled by the extra walls.

It was a quick turn around, Oliver was able to sneak up behind Anthony, the pressure he put on Anthony's arms caused him to turn around and slam his back into the wall, much like what had happened to Felicity moments ago. "What the Hell man?" Anthony groaned, trying to reach for Oliver but he was quicker.

Dropping his voice to a deep growl, Oliver stepped closer to Anthony, he may not have been taller than him but he was well and truly wider than him. "Stay the hell away from Felicity Smoak, do you understand me?"

Anthony gawked at Oliver for a moment, clearly no clue who Felicity was, "The woman you just tried to feel up!" Oliver raised his voice, pushing again Anthony's chest once more, "Stay the hell away from her!" His voice dropped even lower; each word spoken as punctured as possible.

Nodding quickly, Anthony put his hands up, trying to show Oliver he was backing off but then something crossed his face, a look that Oliver recognized instantly. Recognition. Anthony had recognized Oliver. "Hey I know you. You're supposed to be dead!" Anthony laughed at Oliver, like he had just won the lottery of information.

Blinking for a moment, Oliver panicked and so quickly he reached up for Anthony's head, twisting his arms around his neck and forcing his neck in the opposite way. Under his hands, Oliver felt the bones in neck cracking, the muscles in his body weakening. After a short moment of panic flowed through Oliver, in his arms was a dead weight, a literal dead weight. Looking around, he thought for a moment before eyeing the banister by the balcony.

And so, in one swift movement, Oliver was able to move Anthony's body toward the rail before lifting him over the edge, watching as his body fell from the second story to the landing thudding on the ground below.

Leaning over the edge of the balcony, Oliver focused on the body below, sprawled out on the marble tiles below. This was just another name person he could add to the list of people he had killed, but there was a small part of him that couldn't come to care, Anthony had hurt a lot of young woman and Oliver was almost happy to be able to take him out of the equation.

Realizing he couldn't stay there any longer, Oliver rushed down the furthest staircase, away from the crowd which he knew was only in the other room, his hood pulled further over his face. As he rushed from the house, he heard the first of the screams and the second and then the first.

Deciding to hide in the bushes and wait until the crowd had gathered outside before leaving, Oliver's eyes focused on Felicity instantly, he could find her in room at any time. She was safe and that's all he cared about.


Oliver stood out on the sidewalk, watching closely as he took in the scene around him. He was acutely aware of where people were, he could sense the fear and the uneasiness that was coming off them as they also all stood around surrounded by police and ambulance. The aftermath of Tommy's party had become a circus and he really had no one else to blame but himself really. He was the one who had followed Felicity in, he had been the one that had tracked the creep who had tried to corner her.

Oliver really only wanted to scare him. Wanted to put the fear of God into the man who thought it was allowed to corner a young woman and scare her until she was too terrified to move. He had known Anthony Walker since they were kids and what he had tried to do to Felicity – well that wasn't the first time he had tried it and as far as he knew, he had succeeded in his plans in the past.

He had always felt so sick to know that Anthony had hurt girls when they were younger. Oliver was prick, he lied and cheated and drank and used drugs, didn't give a damn about anyone other than himself (and Tommy and Felicity) but it would have made him sick to know that he had hurt a girl the way Anthony had hurt them. Anthony was scum of the earth with spent more time deal drugs to young girls than anything else.

So, when Anthony had recognized Oliver, he panicked a little. Oliver could not risk anyone believing Anthony – he couldn't even risk him just talking about Oliver being alive, because if his family, Tommy and Felicity had even thought there was a remote possibility they would come looking for him and Waller had made it very clear what would happen to them if they ever found out.

Keeping watch of the scene in front of him, Oliver kept his head down, his green hoodie covering his eyes and most of his face, enough to ensure that no one else recognized him but as he watched on, his head lifted a little more as he saw Felicity walking out into the street, the cops surrounding her before she pushed them away.

She seemed rattled, unsurprisingly considering the person who had just tried to force her into a bedroom had been found with a snapped neck and thrown over a balcony. Oliver watched her closely as she wrapped her arms around herself even more, trying to make herself smaller. She jumped a little when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she turned, pushing her dark hair from her face and her glasses up her nose a little more.

Tommy came to stand in front of her, his hands placed on both sides of her shoulders as he looked down at her, Oliver couldn't see his face but he knew there was concern there. Oliver wanted to smile to himself, Tommy had kept his word and had been looking after Felicity and it was clear that they had become closer over the last few years that he had been away. It was only a few moments before Tommy pulled Felicity into his arms, holding her tightly, his chin resting on her head as he held her. It was obviously something they would naturally do, the both seemed at ease.

Movement behind Oliver caught his attention but before he could turn and face the attacker, Oliver felt the telltale poke of the muzzle of a gun in his back, "Move…" The voice was deep, one that he had heard before – one of Waller's goons. Sighing, Oliver moved from the crowd, walking away from the cops and mass of people who were still waiting around. Waller was going to be fuming with him that he had gone off after his mission, but honestly Oliver couldn't seem to bring himself to care.

If he hadn't had been there, god only knows what would have happened to Felicity. That was something that Oliver did not want to think about. Slowly, the gun in Oliver's back directed him to a black town car, he knew who was inside, Waller waiting for him. Groaning, Oliver flung open the back door, all but throwing himself into the car, almost petulantly.

Silence stretched between Oliver and Waller as the car pulled away, his eyes focusing purely on the scene they passed, the cops and people, his eyes finding Felicity instantly. He couldn't look away from her, her eyes, her face, her body. He wanted to pump from the moving car and run right into her arms. He needed to remember what her arms felt like. It wasn't until she was completely out of sight that he looked away, his hands clenched tightly in his lap.

"I warned you Mr. Queen." Waller hadn't even looked at him, her eyes were also focused on the passing world but she didn't not show any interest in anything other than berating him. She finally looked at him, contempt and anger written all over her face. "You were useful to me but now – now you have just become a pain in my ass." She looked towards the muscle for hire next to Oliver, nodded once and then the world around him went black.

Waller sighed as Oliver's head dropped against his chest. Her muscle for hire had knocked him out cold with one punch. She could have really used Oliver's Queen's help, his particular skills were useful to her, his darkness and strength were skills that Amanda Waller and her department could utilize and manipulate to her own will. But Oliver Queen could not be controlled and she really did not want to have to worry about him.


Oliver groaned as he came to, the world around him becoming clearer as his eyes focused. But he was not in the world, he was in an enclosed metal box, well something like that at least. Sitting up slowly, Oliver took in the framing around him, the walls were lined with netting, harnesses and small seats. He did not know where exactly he was but he had been on a plane enough times in his life to know the sounds of a plane midflight.

What the Hell had Waller done?

Rolling over onto his hands and knees, Oliver heard the voice again, the goddamn voice! "Nice nap?" A small snicker followed and so Oliver looked up, narrowing his eyes at the voice.

Finally standing on his feet, Oliver rolled his eyes, Oliver was pissed off, he was angry and pissed off that Waller a) kept having him knocked out, b) kept pulling him in different situations and c) kept thinking he would just do what he was told to do. Amanda Waller must not have known Oliver Queen very well if she thought he would never question her. He had fought against her from the minute she had pulled him off the island.

Locking his jaw, Oliver straightened his back, "I wasn't napping, you knocked me out. Where is Waller?" He needed to see Waller, he needed to talk to Waller. This was getting ridiculous; she can't just send him wherever she wanted.

But the muscle man smirked back at him, he knew just how to get under Oliver's skin, "Back in Starling City I'd say. Keeping an eye on your girlfriend." And it was enough for Oliver to lunge at muscle man, he was making Oliver angry and he knew it.

Instantly a gun was raised in Oliver's face and it stopped Oliver in his tracks, raising his hands in defense, his voice dropping low, "Get her on the phone and tell her to stay the hell away from Felicity. I want to know what I'm doing here." If anything happened to Felicity, Oliver was going to lose his mind. She could threaten his family and he could threaten Felicity and Tommy all she wanted but knowing that she was still in Starling City with Felicity, that knowledge was going to drive him really crazy.

Suddenly a backpack was thrown in his direction, landing with a thud on the floor, the gun still raised to Oliver's head as he glanced down at it, realizing it wasn't just a backpack but a parachute, "Agent Waller would like me to thank you personally for your assistance and she would like to give you a little holiday. Now you either get off this plane with the chute or a bullet in the head. Your call."

The muscle racked the firearm and raised it again, watching as Oliver leaned over to grab the backpack, slipping it over his shoulder. Oliver's narrowed his eyes, his head still hurt and he vaguely wondered if the constant being knocked out was going to cause any permanent damage. Latching the buckles on the front of the backpack, his voice sounded low, "Why is Waller doing this?"

Muscle took a step closer to Oliver, the gun still raised, "I guess you've become a pain in the ass. Usually she kills them, I guess she likes you…" he kept taking a step closer to Oliver, causing him to step backwards. Oliver knew he was stepping closer to the ramp of the plane, the same one that would be opening up to reveal his destination below.

With each step, Oliver felt the plane move, the ramp opening up to reveal the dark clouds below and the billowing wind, sending his long hair whipping around him. Oliver Queen was not scared of height but this was something completely different. "Last bit of advice, this place is target capable so you are going to have to HALO in…" But the confused look on Oliver's face caused muscle to explain himself a little further. "When you think you are about to splat, only then do you pull the chute."

Turning, Oliver looked down, his fists clenching in fear at the unknown. He had no idea where he was, what he was going to do down there or even where down there was. Narrowing his eyes, the clouds parted for a moment, giving Oliver direct view of where he was. Below the apparently low flying plane, a large multicolored building began to come into focus, Oliver may have dropped out of 2 colleges and barely passed high school but he wasn't stupid, he knew what famous landmarks where in the world and where exactly he could find them in the world.

Eyes widening, his voice was loud against the wind, "Wait…is that-" as he turned back to look at the muscle who still held the gun raised at his head, the gun connected with Oliver's cheek, whipping head backwards and sending him tumbling out of the back of the plane.

He was freefalling – something that Oliver had never done before. He had never bungy jumped or sky dived, he had never really gotten to many heights in his life and as he righted himself, Oliver realized just how quickly the world was coming to meet him on the way down.

The last piece of advice that was given to Oliver floated through his head, that sudden feeling of going to hit the ground washed over him and so he squeezed his eyes closed tightly, took too deep breaths and pulled the cord sharply, feeling the instant whiplash of the parachute deploying above him.

With a quick grab of the sliders of either side of the chute, Oliver was somehow able to steady himself, keeping his swaying to a minimum. In the distance, Oliver could make out the outline of what looked like a factory building. Somehow, he was able to maneuver his way towards the building but he had no idea how he was going to land – he'd never done this before.

Holding on tight and sucking in a breath, Oliver could only watch as the world came closer to him, the building coming more into focus and the detail of where he was going to land suddenly hit him. He was going to land in an alley way that was littered with rubbish bags and garbage bins. Holding on tight, his feet came into contact with the hard ground below, sending his whole body forward with a painful force, the wind in the alley way picking up the parachute and propelling him forward again into a large dumpster, his back connecting painfully as the parachute fluttered over his body, the wind dying out.

Oliver groaned, his body hurt from the collision, the dead of the night the only thing he could hear was the sound of feet moving and soft voices, "Что это было? (what was that?)" The footsteps came closer but Oliver couldn't move, his head pounded from the butt of the gun and the collision with the ground. The parachute was ripped from his body, Oliver's shaggy hair covering his face but he could see the burley men standing above him.

"Кто ты, черт возьми?" (Who the fuck are you?)

Fuck, he knew that accent, he recognized the language. He'd pick it anywhere.

Oliver Queen was in Russia.

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