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Oliver's jaw clenched as he hit the punching bag repeatedly, a resounding, and continuous thud echoing in the room. After Barry had left and Caitlin had checked him over, he had immediately headed to the training room, deciding to blow off some steam. Images from the dream kept flashing before his eyes, causing him to stumble and miss the bag every once in a while.

He could still hear Barry's pleading and weak voice so clearly.

Thud.

Hear Barry's strained breathing as he coughed up blood.

Thud.

Heck, he could still feel Barry's throat in his own hands as Oliver nearly choked him to death.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

But that look of fear in Barry's eyes...

It bothered Oliver. But what bothered him even more was how he had felt when he had seen it in the dream. He had felt powerful, like nothing could stop him. And not in a good way. Oliver stopped, breathing heavy as he bowed his head for a moment and closed his eyes.

What was wrong with him, anyway?

It wasn't like the dream was the future. Or that the Meta had shown it to him. At least, that's what the optimistic, little as it may be, side of him reasoned.

But the realistic side of him reasoned back, knowing the truth, and Oliver found himself feeling sicker and sicker with the knowledge that it's been proven that the Meta can show futures. Oliver inhaled deeply as he lifted his head back up and began to take off his gloves.

"You okay?" A soft voice questioned from behind him, and he turned around to see Felicity in the doorway, a slight frown on her face as she looked at him. He smiled a little bit and nodded.

"Just training." He said and she crossed her arms as she walked further into the room.

"That's crap." She declared and he chuckled lightly as he started to put the bag away. "We're worried about you, ya' know. You've been acting kind of weird ever since you got hit by that Meta. Did she...show you something?" He sighed, turning back around to face her.

"She didn't show me anything, Felicity, I'm just a little bit upset that we failed the mission. It's no big deal." Oliver stated, putting slight emphasis on his last words, and she nodded.

"Okay." Felicity said, but her tone of voice was unsure. "Cisco would like you to come to the computers, soon." He nodded and she turned around to leave, but not before she looked at him once more, and Oliver sighed.

"I'm fine, Felicity." She nodded and left, and he soon followed suit, finding himself in a room surrounded by everyone else. Talking filled the room as he entered, and everyone was standing by the computers. But somebody, he noticed, was missing from the group.

Barry wasn't here.

Oliver frowned slightly as he entered the room further and headed towards everyone else, glancing around to see if Barry was around. Oliver had been training for a long time; had Barry been gone that long?

He couldn't have been, he thought, otherwise everyone else wouldn't just be talking like everything was normal.

Or maybe, his subconscious whispered, you're just paranoid.

He sighed lightly as he came up next to the group. Just as he was about to ask about Barry's location, however, the door opened and out came said man he was looking for.

Immediately, the room was filled with an undeniable tension, due to the last time the two of them had been in the room together. Barr glanced over, and for a brief moment, they made eye contact, before Barry's jaw tensed and he looked over at Cisco.

"I got your call; what'd you want to talk with me about, Cisco?" Barry asked, and his tone of voice was almost harsh, but more firm, curious. But that wasn't what had caught Oliver's attention, it was the fact that they had called Barry; did that mean that he had been out this entire time? Cisco inhaled briefly, before he started talking.

"Okay, so Felicity, Caitlin and I have been working on this for the past several hours, and I think we've finally got it figured out."

"What is it?" Oliver asked, moving closer to get a better look at the item in Cisco's hand.

"This is the antidote for anything that Crystal's powers might cause. Such as memory loss, manipulated emotions, et cetera, et cetera." Cisco stated, while holding what Oliver could now recognize as a syringe.

"Yeah, and all that has to be done in order for it to work is it needs to be injected. But other than that it should work. Hopefully." Felicity said, adding on the last word quietly and sharing a look with Cisco.

"So, this will reverse any effect that Crystal's powers have on people?" Barry questioned.

"Mm-hmm. It's kind of like the lights with Bivolo." Cisco declared and Barry nodded in response.

"You mean Rainbow Raider," Caitlin added with a grin, and Cisco sighed in fake exasperation.

"That name has not been determined." He declared and she chuckled. Suddenly, a loud beeping sounded, signaling what could only be a mission alert.

"Perfect timing," Felicity mused as she spun around to look at the alert. "Look likes our Meta-human is downtown right now robbing the bank," Oliver glanced up from the computer just as Barry did, and they both exchanged a look.

Barry nodded slightly and Oliver returned it; knowing that any previous tension between them had dissipated. Oliver inhaled sharply, the dream lingering in the back of his mind, before taking the syringe from Cisco and clasping his fingers around it.

"Let's go."

So, yeah...incredibly short, but I promise that I will make it up to you. :) And remember; reviews keep me going! ;D