Oliver tossed in his bed that night. His dreams plagued him endlessly.
Felicity was on the island with him. He was with Sara and her, and Dr. Anthony Ivo. He was holding a gun between the two girls. "You have to chose, Oliver."
Oliver couldn't move. He was helpless, as helpless as he was the first time this had happened on the island, but instead with Shado. Felicity or Sara. That's what he had to choose.
Subconciously, he knew his choice. But his legs disobeyed him and lept in front of Sara. "NO!" he screamed as Ivo pointed his gun at Felicity. She closed her eyes as a single tear slid down her cheek. Then a bang and a flash happened and she fell to the ground.
Oliver tried to reach her, tried to hold her body as she died, but he was paralized. Then it felt as if he was falling into a hole. An endless, black pit. Felicity had been shot because of him. Shado had been shot because of him. Everything was his fault.
Oliver awoke in a cold, damp sweat. He was panting uncontrollably. Soon, he realized he was okay. He was in Moscow, with Digg and Felicity. They were alive and safe.
He rolled out of his bed and hopped into the shower, trying to get his mind off his nightmare. When he came out into the living room area of the suite, Digg wasn't anywhere to be seen. Felicity was sitting at the desk again with ehr computers. There was room serivice on the dining table.
"Good morning," she said to him.
He stopped and looked at her for a moment. He frowned as flashes of the dream appeared in his mind again. Blinking, he shook his head. "Good morning."
"Digg hasn't woken up yet. I think he's still sick."
Oliver looked at the food on the table and picked up an appple. "That's not good. We need him for tonight."
"I'm working out a new plan. I think it will be okay if he can't. I will just have to come with and he can man the computers. We only need them to access the cameras, which I can do before we leave."
He looked over at her. "Really?"
She nodded and got up from her chair. "Yes, everything will be fine. We will be able to question Victor Sukov and get the cure for the Mirakuru and save Roy."
"You're remarkable," he stated as she walked over to the table and picked up a banana.
She shrugged but smiled. "Thank you."
Just then Diggle's door opened and he came out into the living room. Felicity rushed over to him and put her hands on his forehead. "You're still warm," she muttered.
Digg plopped down in a chair. "I still feel like it, too." He rubbed his temples then looked up at both of them. "What are we doing about tonight?"
Oliver sat down at the table, across from Digg. "Felicty came up with a solution." He smiled at he with pride as he waited for her to explain.
She joined them at the table. "If you are well enough, you will man the computers. Meanwhile, Oliver and I will be down at the fundraiser. I can set up everything you need so that it will not be hard to navigate."
Digg nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he said in his deep voice. "I'm going back to bed. Whatever this is, it makes me very tired." When he arose, he swayed a little before finding his footing. "And dizzy." He made his way back to his room.
Oliver and Felicity continued their breakfasts. Then his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, Oliver." It was Thea. She sounded stressed.
"How is everything?" Felicity looked up, hearing the concern in his voice.
A moment passed before she answered. "Things are fine. Mom is fine."
He could sense something was wrong. He backed out from the table and paced to the living room. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... It's just Roy. He is acting so strange. And yesterday, he got angry about a jerk at the club and he punched him. I got there in time, but if I hadn't I don't think he would have stopped."
Oliver pinched his brow. "Thea, be careful around Roy. Just...watch out. I'll be home in a few days, hopefully."
"Thanks, Ollie. Bye."
"Bye." He put his phone back in his pocket.
"Everything okay?" Felicity asked.
He walked back into the kitchen. "Roy is acting stange, according to Thea. Which means he is losing control. If we don't get that cure tonight, I don't know what's going to happen to him."
She stood from her chair and put a hand on his arm. "Oliver, it's going to be fine. I promise we will get Roy fixed and everything will be fine." He tilted his head to the side, a pondering expression on his face. "What?"
He took in a breath. "You just... always keep me calm, I guess. Thank you."
Smiling up at him, she said, "We're partners, remember."
He chuckled then backed away, worried about the direction of the conversation. His nightmare still pulsed in the backof his mind, halting him from making any decisions. "I'm going to go to the pool, blow off some steam."
Felicity stepped around him, she too distancing herself. "Too bad they don't have a salmon ladder here," she joked. He smiled at her but then averted his eyes. "I should probably get to work on the security, and get everything ready for tonight."
He nodded with his lips drawn in a tight line. He noticed he was rubbing his fingers together again. "I'll see you later," he said then turned back to his room.
In the pool, there was no one else there. Oliver swam laps back and forth. In the foundry when they weren't chasing after criminals, he would be working out and training. And Felicity would be on her computer. This was the same thing, they were just in different places. He wished they were in the same room.
Oliver stopped swimming for a moment and hauled himself out of the pool. He sat with his legs in the water for a moment as he caught his breath. He had been going at it for almost two hours.
If they had been in Starling City, he would be having a conversation with Felicity. It would involve her innapropriate wordings and his small smiles. He was smiling now just thinking about it. He missed her. That was crazy, because she was right upstairs. But he did.
When she had gone to Central City, Oliver had begun to realize how much he needed her. How much he had gotten used to her being there. How much she did for the team. And how much he missed her.
Oliver hopped back in the pool and went back to his laps. He couldn't think like this. If he kept doing it, he might do something stupid. Something that would get Felicity hurt. That's why he couldn't be with people he cared about. They were always in danger.
After a few more hours, Oliver returned to the suite. Felicity hadn't moved; she was still typing away on those computers. When he shut the door behind him, she jumped in her seat.
"You're back," she stated.
"Yep. Has Digg come out?"
"He did for a few minutes, just to check on me. But I made him go back to rest. I don't think that guy knows how to take a break from his job."
"Well, niether do we," he pointed out. "I'm going to get some rest before tonight."
"Okay," she said then looked back at her computers.
Oliver hesitated for a second, rubbing his fingertips together. Then he headed to his room.
Oliver was still on the island. The situation was different. Shado was dead. Slade was with him. So was Sara. But he was injected with the Mirakuru, not Slade. Ivo had taken Felicity.
"We have to get her back!" Oliver yelled. They had been in the same spot for a day, debating what to do.
"We can't risk that much," Slade argued.
Sara stood up. "Oliver, we have to let her go."
"NO!" he yelled.
"Calm down!" Slade yelled.
Oliver turned toward him. "Don't tell me what to do," he growled.
Slade pushed him back. "Oliver, you need to keep your head." His accent seeped through his angry words.
Oliver pushed back, but he was too strong and sent Slade crashing into a rock.
"Oliver!" Sara shouted in fear.
Slade jumped up and tackled Oliver. Slade tried to restrain Oliver. He was still stronger, so he sent his fists flying into Slade's head and body. Soon, Oliver was on top of him, beating Slade senseless.
"Stop!" Sara shouted again.
He didn't. Sara ran behind him and tried to pull him off. Oliver turned and picked Sara up by the throat. He couldn't stop as he squeezed her throat.
"Oliver... Please," her voice squeaked.
As she lost consciousness, he dropped her to the ground. He turned away from her with a dark look in his eyes. Then he heard a voice.
"Oliver..."
He turned back. Where Sara had been laying, Felicity was now in her place. Her eyes closed as her last breath escaped her mouth.
"Felicity?" Oliver rushed over and picked up her body in his arms. "No..." He stroked her cheek softly. "No," he whispered. "No."
After her body grew cold, Oliver set her down carefully and arose. It was now dark out. He looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes. He screamed into the night, "NO!"
He had killed Felicity. He had killed Felicity. Oliver had killed Felicity. He had done it. He had killed her. Why had he killed her?
Collapsing to the dirt, he put his hands on his head. He sobbed into the ground as hard as he could.
"Oliver!" A voice stirred him.
He shot straight up in his bed. His vision cleared and he saw Diggle standing over him with a worried look. Behind him was Felicity, biting her nails. Her eyes were glistening.
Oliver's heart skipped a beat. She was alive. She was okay. Diggle stepped in his view. "Oliver?"
"What happened?"
"You were screaming," he explained.
"Oh..." Oliver shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry I scared you two."
"It's okay," Felicity breathed behind Diggle.
"What time is it?" Oliver asked.
"Time to get ready for the auction," Diggle said. He went to the door but paused. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Oliver nodded, unable to trust his voice. His body was shaking. He got out of his bed, where his sheets were kicked off. Felicity still stood in the doorway.
She gave him one last look before she shut the door behind her.
