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Hope is the little voice you hear whisper "maybe" when it seems the entire world is shouting "no!"

"It's been a while."

"I really haven't had anything to say—"

"I don't blame you—"

"You should," Oliver snapped.

Barry sighed. The only time Oliver Queen came to Central City was when he wanted to have a 'chat' with Burns. He understood all too well that something inside of Oliver had broken. He had been affected by the loss of Felicity, there was just something so wonderfully beautiful and inspiring about her…and without Felicity. It was like the world was in a darker place. He'd had Caitlin, though, all of them had been mourning her loss.

One thing he knew for those three years was that no matter what anyone did, found out, or said…Oliver was always going going to blame himself for Felicity. It didn't matter the circumstance. Felicity, everyone knew, was the one woman who Oliver Queen loved.

Truly loved.

"Are you here to talk to Grant again?" Barry questioned.

Grant Burns was a Metahuman that they kept locked up, in their containment prison that had once been their particle accelerator. Burns wasn't violent, but he caused trouble. Too much trouble. He was a Metahuman who could be thought of in a way as a trickster. He could take someone's hand, gain access to their mind, and show their glimpses of the future. And they truly were glimpses. They were often insignificant moments that made no sense and then the moment would happen…and it would be connected to something so much bigger. Burns had been making money off of his talent and then for some…he'd just creep them out… He wasn't someone who could be controlled with the general public, so they kept him locked up.

"One last time," Oliver confirmed.

"And then?"

The thing was, Burns' visions really were obscure. They never showed the bigger picture. Before they locked Burns up the last time Oliver had come for one of his visits, Burns had caught Barry's arm just long enough to hit him with a vision. All it was was a black and silver polished pen being dropped and hitting the floor, bouncing, and then the clattering of it that haunted him long after the vision had ended. Two months passed before the event actually happened. Caitlin had dropped her pen, when she'd moved to retrieve it she had knocked her coffee, which had fallen over and fallen over the electronics console she had been working at. If Barry hadn't been there to pull her out of the way, Doctor Wells and Caitlin were certain that she would have been badly injured if not dead.

Barry knew the bits that Oliver had seen and heard. Doctor Wells and Caitlin had insisted that they document everything. There were to be no secrets kept.

Everything that Oliver had seen in the past, it had been nothing. Just like all of Burns' visions. Without context, Oliver had NO idea what it meant in way of Felicity's location or Felicity's circumstances. All it brought him was hope that she was still alive. Even then, it was possible that it had absolutely no connection to Felicity.

That Oliver was just getting his hopes up.

Barry got his hopes up, too.

He couldn't help it.

It was Felicity.

No matter how happy and in love he was with Caitlin, Felicity always held a special place in his heart. "Oliver?"

"If he doesn't give me the information I need, then ARGUS is going to come in here and take him and torture him…do whatever it takes…until we get the information that we need," Oliver told him bluntly.

Barry just stared at Oliver for a moment. "Felicity wouldn't want that."

"I know."

"You'd be doing it in HER name, Oliver."

"That's why he needs to give me what I need."

"But you know that's not how it works…"

"It needs to."

"Oliver, I want her to be alive as much as you do—"

Before Barry could even blink, mainly because he hadn't been expecting it, Oliver was slamming him against the nearest wall. "I know that you THINK you want her alive as much as I do, but I can assure you. That's not the case," Oliver said through gritted teeth. His hold loosened. "I just…" It was like he was realizing he was doing the wrong thing and back away from Barry as his voice normalized. "I just don't know how to keep doing the Arrow…or living…without Felicity."

"We're going to find her."

He hoped they would.

TBC…