Authors note: Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. I've been wanting to write fan-fiction for a while and I am happy you're all enjoying it. I'll continue to upload more of this story as consistently as I can. Merry Christmas by the way! I might just give you an Olicity christmas present.

Barry Allen sat in Starling City Park, his thoughts moving as rapidly as his body just had. From all his years studying science, there wasn't one logical reason why he could move so fast. He wasn't tired from running which was another thing that worried him. He wondered if some how he'd come in contact with one of the men that Oliver had been trying to fight off. Was it possible to catch un-human powers like a disease? Barry shook his head, that couldn't be it. Surely that couldn't be it.

In the back of his mind, Barry knew that he had to go back to see Oliver. Oliver would know more about modified humans than he would. Oliver had fought them on the island, he knew what they were like, but he and Oliver weren't exactly on the best terms.

He wondered what Felicity must be thinking, she woke up and he was gone, Oliver would have been there telling her god knows what but Barry couldn't blame him, he was protecting Felicity and until he knew what was wrong with him, he didn't think being around her was a good idea. So he decided that the best way to contact her was through email. Oliver wouldn't see it, Felicity could keep him updated on any new leads about the strong humans, that was if she still trusted him. He pulled out his phone and typed out an email regardless.

Felicity Smoak sat on her bed glaring at Oliver. "That's impossible." She shook her head, "A: No one can move that fast and B: An eleven year old Barry, would not be able to kill his mother."

"If men can be created that have exceptional strength, why couldn't they be created with exceptional speed?" He asked, watching her warily as she searched for an answer in her mind.

"Oliver, it just doesn't make sense, Barry-'' Felicity paused, her mind flicking back to when she picked Barry up from the train station, he had blood on his shirt but he seemed fine. "Um…" she trailed off, putting the pieces together. The night before Central City had experienced a dramatic storm, thunder, the whole lot. The roof was missing on his apartment; he couldn't remember what had happened. What if something or someone did this to him?

"Felicity, what is it?" He prompted as she stared into space, her mouth hanging open.

"If something has happened to Barry," Felicity said slowly, "It happened last night."

"What makes you think that? How do you know he hasn't been hiding this from us all along?" Oliver questioned, wanting Felicity to see Barry for who he really was, a liar.

"When I picked Barry up this morning, he had blood on him, he said he felt fine but had no recollection of last night." She said, looking down to Oliver's lap where her phone sat. She reached for it and Oliver jumped.

"What are you doing?" He stood, hovering over her.

"Calling Barry." She said, "We're his friends and we need to help him."

Oliver rolled his eyes, knowing that Felicity wasn't going to let him be in charge. He wondered how he'd gotten himself in this situation, where he was no longer her boss and more of a colleague.

"Barry?" Felicity said into her phone, she put her phone on speaker, knowing that if she were going to try to get Oliver to help her, he'd want to know everything that was going on.

"Felicity, I'm sorry I left, I'm..." Barry trailed off, "I'm in Starling City park," He sounded scared, "I don't know how I got here."

Felicity bit her lip and looked at Oliver, she was about to do something that Oliver would hate, but she had to. Barry was… well, she didn't know if Barry was just her friend anymore. "I'm on my way."

She heard a groan come from Oliver and she looked up to see a seething look on his face. "Stay where you are." She hung up the phone and bit her lip again, Oliver usually liked it when she bit her lip but this time she was using her beauty against him. "Oliver?" She said, her voice soft, ready to persuade.

"Fine," he mumbled, "but I'm going with you"

Starling City Park was dim. The pathways were barely lit by weak streetlights and a thin fog danced along the grass. It was colder than Felicity had dressed for and she hugged her arms around her self, she knew her hoodie wouldn't be enough.

In the distance Oliver could see a dim out line of a person sitting on one of the park benches towards the back of the park. It was Barry, he knew it, he could pick those narrow shoulders and that dopey hair cut a mile away.

"You really didn't have to wear that." Felicity said, looking at Oliver in his green hood, bow and arrow at the ready.

"I'm prepared incase, well you know, I'm right." Oliver said which prompted an eye roll from Felicity. "Can you stay behind me please?"

"Oliver, he's not going to hurt me." She said, glancing towards the seated figure in the distance. "He's scared and you're not helping with your Kermit the Frog get up."

Oliver paused in his step and turned to look at her, "Felicity, I understand you're upset, but there's no need to take it out on me." He said, his voice serious but a smirk playing on his lips. She tried to keep a straight face.

"Oliver," she giggled and he smiled at the sound, suddenly a harsh wind blew around them, blowing her hair around her face as she hugged herself.

"Felicity," It was Barry. He stood in front of them, his hair a mess, his pajamas rippled, to Oliver; he looked like a mad man but to Felicity she just saw a scared friend.

Oliver stepped in front of Felicity shielding her but she pushed past him and ran to hug Barry. Oliver reached for his arrow and pulled his bow back.

"Felicity! Get away from him!" He threatened, pointing the arrow at Barry. Felicity scowled at Oliver.

"Really?" She stepped in front of Barry, feeling his hand circle around her arm. "You're really going to shoot him?" She folded her arms and propped her hip out. "Oliver," She said pointedly, "Put that down now."

"Step away from him and I will." He said stubbornly and she grunted.

"Arghh!" She rolled her eyes, "Fine!" She stepped to the right as Oliver lowered his bow, but he quickly moved it back into place and shot a tranquillising arrow into Barry's arm.

"Oliver!" Felicity scolded, stepping towards Barry but he was already gone. "Barry?" She whispered, looking to the ground where he'd just been. Anger fumed inside of her soul, "Well that's just great Oliver. I hope you're happy."

"We'll find him, I used a tranquillising arrow and it's got a tracker on it."

"You told me that if I moved away from him, you wouldn't shoot." Felicity stepped towards him, poking his chest; he took her hand, holding it away from him. His hand wrapped around hers easily and he stared down at her with pain in his eyes, "If I annoy you, because I'm trying to protect you," Oliver muttered, his face coming dangerously close to hers as he stared at her lips, "deal with it."

Felicity remained silent as Oliver spoke, he lowered her hand but never let go of it. "Let's go get Barry."