Took me a while to find some time what with life going on. Anyway, here's one that doesn't actually have Oliver in it. It's short, so I might post another one with the both of them later today.
Here's 3x14 "She's lost, your sister."
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Felicity's eyes were trained on the floor, arms folded over her chest. She couldn't help but go over recent events in her head.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you weren't you."
No, it wasn't their run-in with their mother's murderer that had Felicity brooding slightly more than usual. It was the fact that Thea was mad at her, madder than she'd ever been. Well, she couldn't blame her. Most people didn't have to deal with the fact that they'd killed a friend under the influence of an impossible drug.
"A flesh wound." Slade's voice rang out in the small space, and Felicity's frown deepened. If she could choose, Slade Wilson would be dead. Of course, she knew it wasn't right. She knew that Oliver would never forgive her. Diggle would accept it, but he wouldn't be happy. And Thea needed to see that there was a different way than murder. So she wouldn't kill Slade, not now. Not ever.
"You're clearly not the killer your brother is, Thea." Thea was standing next to Felicity, but a few feet away. The younger Smoak was clearly undergoing her own brooding session, thoughts no doubt swirling around in her head.
With hard eyes she looked at Slade, who had walked toward her. "Yeah, I wish that were true." Felicity wanted to help her sister, but this was something she needed to be alone with for now. Something she needed desperately to accept. Felicity watched her go, hurt evident on her face.
Then Slade took a few steps in Felicity's direction. "She's lost, your sister."
"No, she's not." The response had come automatically, but Felicity couldn't help thinking that there might be some truth nestled deep within the statement. Slade clearly felt that way.
"You can see it in her eyes. She's been touched by darkness."
Yes, Thea had been touched by darkness. A darkness with black hair, a darkness that killed hundreds of people.
"Was it Merlyn? He's an interesting man to do that to his own daughter."
Interesting? Of all the words to describe Malcolm Merlyn-horrid, disgusting, evil would be Oliver's word-interesting was not anywhere near correct.
"So now you've lost your father…your mother…and now your little sister."
Clearly he was now trying to get into her head. It wouldn't work, she wouldn't let it. She was damaged enough without having to actually face her mistakes. She began to walk away, ponytail swinging behind her.
"How's the boy with the glasses?"
Her steps halted as a flash of anger took him. How dare he even remember him, let alone mention him.
"What's his name? Ol-i-ver?"
She turned toward him, hardened anger twisting her features. Slade was walking away, toward his bed. Felicity wanted to go in there and kill him now, to end this man's life the way he ended her mother's.
"How many people can Felicity Smoak lose before there is no more Felicity Smoak?"
If she could help it, there would always be a Felicity Smoak. Whether in memory, or nestled deep below the Arrow persona. There would always be some part of her there, otherwise there was no Arrow. It was Felicity who started it, Felicity who continued it. It would be Felicity who ended it.
She turned back around and walked straight out of the room, determined never to come back to it.
I'm thinking of doing the Olicity scene from this week's episode next, either the one at work when Oliver saw Felicity and Ray or the one where she's like "A 'you were right' and a 'thank you'." I might just do both. IDK. Lemme know if you want one in particular.