Disclaimer: WB/DC own these characters. I'm only borrowing them for a while. I own the original ideas found in this.

AN: Sorry for the nasty cliffhanger. Thanks though for the reviews. I decided to give myself an early Christmas present and post this early as well. Hope you will be kind and review, and enjoy!

Previously:

Felicity was seemingly unconscious sitting on the floor, her chin resting on her chest, the hair escaping her ponytail almost covering her face, her back resting against the wall.

"Don't worry, Kid, she's not harmed. Only resting." Slade walked over to Felicity and gently brushed her hair out of her face and raised her head, angling it so Oliver could see her face. The unmistakable sign of blood running from her eyes down her cheeks was now easily apparent, as Oliver knew was Slade's intention. Oliver yelled and again struggled against the men's hold, knowing what that blood meant.

"You said you weren't going to hurt her, Slade!"

"If she survives, then she wouldn't ever be hurt again." Slade laughed. "I would think you'd be grateful for that."

"You bastard." Hoping his comm still worked, he added, "Injecting Felicity with mirakuru. How low can you go?" Words failed Oliver in trying to express his anger completely. Slade's purpose in doing this was abundantly clear to Oliver. The final act of revenge. As Slade's laughter continued, Oliver's face became flushed red as his temper grew. He continued to struggle against the men holding him; Slade only shook his head.

"Kid, you know struggling is useless against my soldiers. See, I'm not going to be the one to kill you." Nodding towards Felicity, he said, "She will. Thus, the ultimate revenge."

All Oliver wanted to do was to beat Slade senseless. Tear his limbs apart, gouge out his remaining eye, drive arrows into him. As he did with Shrieve in Hong Kong. However, all he could do at the moment was look at the still body of his Felicity, the blood slowly drying on her cheeks, and wonder if she'd ever be the same again.

Oliver watched as Slade took what Oliver assumed were smelling salts and waved them under her nose. As she regained consciousness, her body shook violently. Suddenly, her right fist blindly came towards Slade, catching him on the nose. Slade fell backwards onto the floor, landing on his arse and sliding six inches until he stopped.

Slade stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped his bloody nose. Putting the handkerchief in his pocket, he brushed off his slacks. He smirked at Oliver. "For such a tiny thing, she now has quite a punch."

Felicity's eyes shot open. Oliver watched as she struggled against the chains, and with a loud growl, she stood up and ripped the chains out of the wall. Eyes blazing with an anger Oliver had never seen in them, Felicity rose and began to advance towards Slade, her fists clenching and unclenching with each step.

"Wait, Felicity! Remember, you're angry with Oliver Queen! He's right over there." Slade smiled as he turned to point at Oliver, who was watching in disbelief at Felicity's actions. Instead of his sweet Girl Wednesday, Oliver saw instead an angry, violent woman.

Felicity slowly turned around, eyes focusing onto Oliver. The two men who 'escorted' him into the room dropped his arms and slowly backed away from him. Looking at Slade for permission, who nodded, they fast-walked away from Oliver. As she walked towards him with a determined gait, Oliver could now see defined muscles on her slender frame which Felicity didn't have before. Felicity, even without mirakuru, had been known to scare grown men with her anger. Now, she was ferocious.

"You ruined my life, Oliver! I am going to kill you." She moved quicker than Oliver would have thought, getting behind him and wrenching his right arm behind his back in a most uncomfortable position. "Do you have a preference on how you die?"

Oliver, bracing his heart against what he didn't want to do, stomped on her foot as hard as he could, hoping she'd release her hold, and attempted to elbow her in the stomach. Unfortunately, that didn't even faze her. Before Oliver could follow that move with another, she yanked his arm in a different, more painful position and he fell to the floor in agony. Abruptly letting his arm go, Felicity kicked him in the stomach and delivered several punches to his face, sending him flying through the air once again and landing onto his back.

"Oliver, I thought you were a fighter. Or are you afraid to hit a girl?" She grabbed the collar of his shirt, holding him above her so his feet were dangling, and threw him into the wall.

Through a haze of pain, Oliver heard Slade's cackle. "Felicity, my dear, you're doing great. I should be filming this for cable television."

"I'm glad I have your seal of approval, Wilson. Why don't you help me get rid of this schmuck? Why should I get to have all the fun?"

Oliver struggled to his feet. An unbidden, irrational thought occurred to him. Even hyped on Mirakuru, Felicity is still Felicity. He leaned against the wall, waiting for Slade's reply, struggling against the pain and trying to regain his breath.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself, Felicity? I thought you'd want to make Oliver pay. Don't you want it to last, to draw it out to a painful end?"

"Suit yourself." Felicity walked back towards Oliver. She waved her fingers at Oliver with a 'come and get it' gesture, stopped, and alternated her weight from one leg to another in a fighter's stance. "Come on, big boy. Let's get this over with."

Oliver decided he had to make it look good, without hurting Felicity. Even though, at this point, he knew he probably couldn't hurt her anyway due to her mirakuru strength. He tried to fake right, hit left and go for a roundhouse kick. He only got as far as punching her left abdomen, but she caught his leg as he attempted the kick. She would've broken it but Oliver punched her in the face, knocking her backwards and distracting her so she unexpectantly released her hold on his leg, resulting with his falling to the ground. He quickly grabbed her legs and brought her crashing to the ground next to him, falling onto her back, hitting her head on the floor.

"Good, Oliver. You're finally getting warmed up," Felicity said, rising to her feet and rubbing the back of her head. She rushed at him, knocking him down as he was attempting to get back on his feet. He hit his head on the floor, producing a bleeding cut on the back of his head.

Rising, Oliver shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the dizziness and catch his breath. Getting tired of the fight, he made his first attempt to talk to Felicity. In between gasps, he pleaded with her. "Felicity, you don't really want to do this. Remember, it's me. Oliver. The man you saved from dying when I took refuge in the back seat of your car. Your best friend for two years. The one who brought you shot-up computers and sports drink in test tubes to help save the city."

"Really, Oliver, is that the best you've got? You're not going to mention being in love with you for two years while you chased every other woman? Being passed over while you flirt with everyone else?" she delivered an upper cut strong enough to send Oliver flying through the air, landing on his arse, and sliding several inches across the floor.

With her newly acquired speed, Felicity reached Oliver before he could get up, and she began to deliver punch after punch to various parts of his now battered body. Suddenly, Felicity rose to a standing position, shook her head, and blinked her eyes several times. A puzzled look appeared on her face, then disappeared shortly after. Looking down at her battered and bloodied opponent, she considered him for a moment then said, "Well, I don't know if you're worth any more of my energy."

Looking around, she located Slade and walked towards him. "I need a rest. I can probably beat him up better when it's not my first day of being 'reborn'."

"'Reborn'. I like it. I do believe I will enjoy working with you, Ms. Smoak." Slade smirked as he watched Felicity walk towards him.

Struggling to get up one more time, Oliver derived strength from that statement with the anger it stirred within him. "No way in hell is that ever going to happen, Slade! No way will Felicity ever work with you. Mirakuru or not." Over my dead body.

Having reached Slade, Felicity drew herself up to her full height, leaving quite a few inches in difference between hers and Slade's. "He's right, Slade." Catching him unawares, Felicity delivered several punches to his abdomen and a swift uppercut, sending Slade flying backwards and hitting his own head on the floor. Before he could recover, moving with her newly gained reflexes, Felicity got behind him and wrapped him in a head lock. "This is for doing the unspeakable to me," she said as she applied as much pressure as she could. Yanking her arm, she successfully snapped his neck.

Rolling him over, Felicity removed one of his swords from the sheath on his back. She stood up, raised the sword over her head, and was about to deliver a final, fatal blow to her attacker, removing his head and any chance of him being healed by the mirakuru and brought back to life, when Oliver's voice came to her.

"Felicity, stop! You don't want to do that." Oliver slowly approached her, despite the pain, but still determined to reach her.

Felicity glared at him mid-strike, her chest rising and falling rapidly from both exertion and anger. "Yes, I do. We need to get him out of your life forever. He needs to be dead, Oliver. He needs to be dead so he doesn't harm anyone else ever again. Not another woman, not you or your family. Or me." In a slightly softer tone, she added, "He needs to pay for what he did to me."

Having reached her side, Oliver placed a hand on her arm. She looked into his eyes, and they exchanged a glance meant only for her. Oliver silently begged her to listen to him, and despite her strength, she allowed him to lead her in lowering the sword.

"That's not the justice you want, Felicity," Oliver said softly.

Without realizing it, Felicity and Oliver were suddenly surrounded by Diggle, Sara, and Roy. Sara bent down by Slade, injected him with something from a syringe, and bound his wrists and legs in chains.

Looking up to see Felicity questioning her with her eyes, Sara explained, "Injecting him with Tibetan pit viper toxin, to keep him knocked out until ARGUS gets here."

"ARGUS?" Felicity asked, looking now at Oliver.

"Yes, I convinced Amanda to take care of Slade once we had captured him."

After Sara joined the group, Roy took one look at Oliver. "You aren't looking so good." He smiled at Felicity. "Remind me not to get you mad at me, Blondie."

"You're actually walking a fine line right now, Harper." Felicity scowled at Roy for a minute, then smiled. "Aren't you going to welcome me into the club?"

His smile faded. "It's not a club I wanted you to be in. Ever."

"Actually, why not? I could finally beat Oliver up. And now I have 20/20 vision." Felicity's own face then turned solemn. "Seriously, I do know what you mean, even though I've only been living with it for a few hours now."

Sara asked, "What do you mean, Felicity?"

"It's difficult to explain. It feels like I have these…charges…of electricity flowing through my body at all times. I feel I can't sit still. And…"

Oliver turned a worried face to her. "And, what?"

"I constantly have to fight to keep control of this roaring anger within me."

Roy nodded. "You explained it quite well, Blondie."

Sara asked, looking first at Roy, then at Felicity, "So…given the opportunity, you wouldn't want the effects any more?"

Roy and Felicity exchanged glances and answered simultaneously, "Yes."

Sara smiled and held up her phone. "Then you'll be happy to know, Cisco from STAR labs just texted me to say they think they got the secret to the cure figured out. Barry will be bringing the doses to us within the hour."

AN: Writing the fight scenes, I realized that the show never had any two people fight who were infected with Mirakuru. Well, Roy did try to punch Slade after he had kidnapped Thea, but not a true fight. So, I didn't have much info to go on, so I just wrote what I thought regarding recovery times and amount of being affected, etc.

And I have to add this. As I was writing Felicity fighting, I was remembering how Laurel acted in season one, when she arrived to beat up Fuller as Oliver and Tommy were being beaten up by his bouncers. Wasn't that scene so cool? I don't know why we didn't get more of those types of scenes with Laurel season one, and even season two. Sigh. Instead they did the bait and switch with the Canary and made Sara the Canary. Sigh. Oh what could have been.

Back to my point. I wanted to catch that fierceness for Felicity, and so I hope I did.

Thanks again for reading. As always, leaving a review not only makes me happy but inspires the Muse to write more and write more quickly.