Here's part two! :)
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I'm wrapped up and waiting for you
I've lost so much more then i'll ever know
The past, the truth forgotten
find me now
Before I lose it all
I'm crying out
Rescue me
Show me who i am
'Cause i can't believe
This is how the story ends
fight for me
if it's not too late
help me breathe again
no, this can't be how the story ends
The next time she opened her eyes she was spitting water off her mouth. She was drenched—but alive. How was that possible?
Unless—"William!" She snapped upright and when her eyes landed on the man standing in front of her she screamed, jerking away.
Slade.
A very drenched Slade, dressed in full Deathstroke armor smirking down at her.
"Easy, dear. Or you're going to hurt yourself even more."
The voice of the man that had filled her nightmares for the past three years reached her ears and she shivered.
"Slade—"
"The girl with the glasses- We met again, at last."
"What—?"
"I know, I should be killing you instead of saving you—But I have a deal with Oliver, he sent me to take you out of there. It seems we are on the same team—for now."
A chill ran down her spine. She shook her head a little. "William—"
"He's safe. Oliver saved him. Your little friend Chase didn't anticipate Oliver coming to me for help."
"Yeah, neither did I."
When she tried to get up from the ground she hissed in pain. Slade took a step toward her but she moved away.
He simply smiled. "Press on that wound or you're going to die by blood loss- and I need you alive."
She pressed with her hand and she hissed again. "We need to go."
"Oliver ordered me to take you to safety."
She moved to stand, leaning on a tree. "No, we're going back to the others."
"Ms. Smoak—"
She held her hand up. "Listen very carefully Slade, we need to help the others so you're going to take me back—right now. You underestimated me once before and it cost your freedom—the next time is going to cost your life."
"Or I could kill you without even blinking—"
"You want to kill me? Get in line, half of the people on this island wants to do that. But I don't think you will—You've said it yourself, you need me alive to get whatever Oliver promised you. So—take me back to the others."
Slade stared at her for a long moment, before smirking. "You're playing a dangerous game, Ms. Smoak."
"I'll take my chances."
"Fine—This way."
They walked for half an hour and finally, they reached the spot she saw on the screen. The cages were open and hell was breaking loose. Everyone was fighting everyone. She could see John, Dinah, Thea and Curtis fighting against the League and Black Siren.
And then she saw Oliver fighting against Chase.
Slade turned to her. "Take this. Stay put, don't move." He put a gun in her hand and then he ran into the fight- and for a moment she was glad he was on their side.
Hooking the gun in her jeans she watched for a long moment unsure of what to do until she decided to move to another spot.
She wanted to help them, and maybe she could find a way to do it. On the other hand of the camp, she saw a truck and she could bet that inside there was something she could use.
She crouched down, trying to stay hidden.
When she was near the forest's limit, a hand grabbed her on her bad shoulder and threw her on the ground in the middle of the fight.
She gasped from the pain, trying to raise.
"Felicity!"
She turned her face to the sound of his voice and she saw Oliver strode to her, fighting the people in the way. He placed himself in front of her and started fighting with the soldier who attacked her.
And then, all happened in a second like she was living in slow- motion.
She was still half on the ground when she saw Chase a few step away pick up a gun and pointed it straight at the back of Oliver's head.
He was going to kill Oliver from behind his back like the coward he was.
No time to stop him. No time to warn Oliver.
And just like before in the forest, she just reacted. Action—reaction, It was that simple.
She drifted from the ground and just as she heard the shot being fired, she pushed Oliver out of the way.
The first thing she felt was fire. Hot blazing fire down across her left side. She didn't see Slade tackle down Chase and Oliver screaming her name while throwing himself at Prometheus. She didn't hear John scream for her, or Thea's or Curtis.
She was focused on the blood staining her already bloody shirt- And all she could think was: how much blood can a person lose before it's too much?
When she tilted her head up again, she saw Adrian on his knees, without weapons and with Slade behind him—his blade near Chase's neck.
And Slade was smirking. Right at her.
He was smirking at her because she had her gun pointed straight at Chase's forehead. She didn't even realize that she had taken it out of her jeans and that she was holding it up with her good arm, aiming between Chase's eyes.
And in that moment- all became still and silent. Nobody existed except the gun and the man in front of her.
She couldn't even feel the pain, the numbness that was slowly creeping up her legs—nothing. She could only feel the anger. The rage. It was consuming and hot and it was spreading in her like a fire, keeping her upright.
After all the years with Oliver and John, she always thought that giving the chance she couldn't kill a man. That was simply not in her to do something so drastic.
She was wrong. She was done with all of this.
Adrian Chase was going to die. She was going to kill him.
All the reasons why she shouldn't do it just seemed irrelevant compared to all the reasons why she should. He deserved to die. For all the pain he caused Oliver, her—for Billy and William and everyone else on that damn island and not. For making their lives a living hell for the past year.
Her finger caressed the trigger slowly.
She would kill him and end this madness once and for all.
"Felicity—look at me."
Oliver's voice slipped inside her head.
"Felicity—put the gun down." No.
She was amazed that she hadn't lost consciousness yet, that she was still standing given the gravity of her injuries.
"Focus on me—Please, look at me. "
She did. She shifted her eyes to him for a second. He looked worried and scared- his hands were up toward her and he was slowly approaching. She heard John behind her. "Felicity-" Oliver moved his eyes to his friend and shook his head, telling him silently that he would handle this- handle her. Then he turned back to her.
She didn't need to be handled. She needed it to be over.
"It's okay Felicity, we won. Everyone is safe—"
She shook her head a little. It wasn't okay, and they weren't safe- not until Chase was alive and breathing.
"Do it, Ms. Smoak. End my life—give up to the rage and shoot me, just like I shot you! Prove me that he made you a killer just like him! Prove me what I've known from the beginning! I made him kill Billy, an innocent-"
Her jaw clenched. The finger on the trigger twitching.
"Shut up!" Oliver's shout reverberated through the field.
His eyes turned soft, his voice gentle.
"Look at me. Don't do this- Put the gun down. He isn't worth it—"
Yes, he was. Because they didn't deserve any of this. But Adrian Chase deserved to die.
Her finger trembled on the trigger.
"Felicity—you're hurt. Put the gun down and let me help you—Please."
And like a reminder, the pain finally came crashing down on her like a tornado and she gasped, her throat constricting. She placed her other hand on her stomach, surprised to find the wound still bleeding. She was drenched with her own blood.
It was too much.
Her legs gave out and she collapsed on her knees, the gun still pointed at the monster in front of her—simply refusing to let go.
If that was her last moment, she was going to use it.
She placed her finger steady on the trigger—and Oliver dropped on his knees in front of her.
In front of the gun.
Her hand shook. She struggled to speak. "M-Move—" She tasted blood in her mouth.
"No. I love you too much to let you do this. Please—I can't lose you, Felicity."
There were tears in his eyes, silently running down his cheeks.
A sob wracked her body and she dropped the gun, her strength leaving her completely as she collapsed in Oliver's arms. He placed his hand over hers on the wound, screaming something to John.
"Stay awake. Don't you dare leave me—"
She gasped in pain. Her body arching from the ground. "I can't—"
She could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. She gripped Oliver's hand.
"G-Glad you're ok—"
"Don't—You have to stay awake, please—"
Her eyes slipped shut—and all turned black.
The next time she opened her eyes she was sure she was dead.
And yet she was alive—again, and she was engulfed in light.
She crept her eyes open and she scanned her surroundings. She was on the back of a little plane, on a hospital bed beside the windows, a lot of tubes sticking in her arm—and it was early morning. She turned her head toward the light and for a second she let the sun warm her skin.
Oliver was sleeping half draped on her, sitting on a chair and his head was pillowed in her lap. The rest of the plane was silent.
The pain in her body was subtle and silent—but it was there. A reminder of what the last two days had been like. Her shoulder and side were bandaged and stained in red.
She shifted a little and Oliver moved against her, waking up.
"Felicity?" He moved from her lap up to her face and his hand cradled her cheek. "Thank God."
"What-?"
He brushed a few strand of hair away from her face. "You're okay. We're okay—all of us."
Her hand gripped his. "John—"
Oliver squeezed her fingers, brushing his lips against her skin. "He's here—He's fine."
Her eyes went wide and she tried to sit up. "And William? Is he okay? He was on a screen and I saw him—"
He gently pushed her back down. "Shh—he's fine. I got him in time."
She slumped back, closing her eyes. "Thank God—"
"I'm sorry I didn't come to you—"
She shook her head, placing her own hand on his cheek. "You saved your son—I wouldn't have wanted it any other way-"
He nodded, kissing her forehead. They stayed silent for a long moment, just staring at each other, smiling.
"We need to talk about it, Felicity—"
Her eyes closed and she turned her head toward the sun. He took her hand to his mouth, kissing her palm.
"There's not much to talk about. I would have done it—"
When she looked at him again, he shook his head a little. "I didn't mean that. I mean yes, we need to talk about that but-"
Felicity's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Then what-?"
He silently placed is other hand on the bandage covering her side.
"Oliver—"
He moved closer, cupping her cheek. "You put yourself in front of a bullet that was meant for me—"
She shook his head, their foreheads touching. "That bullet was going to kill you— And I couldn't warn you, Oliver."
"You could've been dead—for me. You—"
"What was I supposed to do? Let you die right in front of my eyes?"
He cradled her face in his hands, locking their gaze. "You never—ever, put yourself in harm's way for me."
"I will If I have to—just like you do for me."
His forehead touched hers again. "I thought—when I saw you standing there bleeding, I thought—" He was trembling against her and her hand slipped to the nape of his neck, holding him close. "I'm here—I'm fine."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
His lips moved from her forehead to her mouth in a kiss that was sweet and full of emotions that both of them were keeping inside for a long time. When they broke apart his forehead returned to hers like magnets. They breathed the same air for a while.
"Is he alive?" The words were whispered between their faces and Oliver nodded against her skin. "He is."
"Why didn't you let me do it?"
He moved back a little to be able to look at her in the eyes.
"You know why— when I say I can't lose you, I don't mean only physically. I will always protect you, Felicity—even from yourself."
"I can't explain it. I-I only felt rage, Oliver. I still do. Blinding and hot and I didn't know how—" She took a deep breath, her hand closing into a fist on the bed and a few tears running down her cheeks. "If you—I would have done it. I wanted to- I wanted to kill him for all the things he's done to you, and Billy and—" more tears ran down her cheeks and he wiped away with his thumbs, his fingers slipping into her hand releasing her grip.
She shifted on the bed and he laid down beside her, holding her close while she cried.
"What does that say about me? What does that make me, Oliver?" More tears flow down her cheeks.
He caressed the skin under her eyes, kissing every bit of skin he could reach.
"Human. It makes you human."