A/N:Thank you all once again for your reviews I really love reading them. I am warning you all in advance there is minor violence in this chapter. Also this chapter is purely on Felicity's back story so please let me know what you think. I know I have portrayed her as weak in this chapter but I promise you she will become stronger in the next few chapters and there will be more babbling then but it didn't really fit into this chapter so I apologise. I hope you all enjoy and happy Halloween!
ITALICS=FLASHBACKS
Felicity paced around the bedroom running her hand through her sleek blond hair. She had woken up in the foundry to Oliver looking over her in concern. Her body ached everywhere but after taking some form of blue pills the pain went away and she was left with a dull numbness. Her arms were soaked in deep burns that looked like they had torn and eaten away at the skin. She remembered the pain of Oliver's touch as he wrapped up her arms gracefully and the flicker of pity in his eyes at seeing her flinch in pain. The others had checked her over but she was fine just completely exhausted. It was like the energy had been sucked from her and she was left to carry on without it. Frustration flooded through her as her mind wandered back to the explosion. Why had she been so weak? What had gotten into her? Felicity bit back her anger. Why was she always portrayed as powerless when she was with Oliver? Perching on the end of the bed she sighed, she had spent hours trying to get to sleep. As much as she needed it her body just wouldn't relax. Every time she felt her eyelids turn heavy and her vision started to darken panic would rip through her; memories of her past drowned her. Innocent shadows in the room became figures hiding from her, the simple creaking of the house's structure turned into attackers pacing the house. The howling wind became her screams of terror and the gentle bashing of branches against the window the sound of him scratching at the glass trying to get to her. Blinking away her watery eyes she slowly padded downstairs. Felicity didn't want Oliver to see her weaker than he already thought she was but she couldn't stand to be alone. Following the light chatter of maids she slumped into the large couch in the huge Living room. Wrapping the blanket round her tighter she glanced at the window in fear, she was just being paranoid she told herself. Felicity froze, noticing a small figure staring at her from the doorway. The silhouette stepped forward, the shadows leaving her face. The figure was a slim girl bright brown curls fell onto her shoulders and a curious grin spread across her face. 'Who are you?' A feminine delicate voice asked, cocking her head to the side. Looking at the girl Felicity quickly realised she wasn't a threat; 'umm I'm a friend of Oliver's' she replied unsure how much of the truth she could tell her.
'Seriously?! I didn't think Oliver had any female friends! So you must be person using the guest room. I tried to ask him who you were but he's always in a mood these days so just grumbled something about it being a friend of his. I'm Thea by the way' she chirped back, slumping down next to her. Blinking, Felicity took in the girl's ridiculous amount of energy especially for this time of night. 'So... Do you have a name Oliver's first female friend?' Thea looked expectantly at her raising her eyebrows at Felicity's hesitance. 'I'm just Oliver's little sister, I'm not a serial killer or anything you can tell me your name!' Thea joked.
'Felicity' she replied cautiously.
'So I'm guessing you couldn't sleep, well me neither; boy drama.' Felicity watched the girl curiously as she made herself at home next to her, picking up the TV remote and began flicking, bored, through the channels. Turning her head away Felicity subtly wiped away a stray tear but Thea saw straight away. Before the young girl could ask what was wrong a loud bang of metal crashing to the floor sounded. Jumping into the air, her body alert Felicity scanned the room, her eyes wild with panic. He had found her. The same thought looped in her mind. She threw herself into a corner beside the sofa and curled into a ball hoping the walls would swallow her. Her body started visibly shaking and tears strolled freely down her cheeks. He had found her.
'Felicity!' the young girl shrieked at her. Thea placed her tiny hand on Felicity's shoulder only to frighten her further into the corner. 'Hey, it's ok Felicity, it was just one of the maids, she dropped a plate. Seriously are you ok?' her voice was coated with worry as she stared at her in pity. Thea pulled her up into a hug soothing the trembling stranger. 'I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it so tell you what we can just watch bad TV or something.' Felicity nodded silently a fake smile forming on her lips at the girl's kindness. 'OMG WE COULD HAVE A SLEEPOVER!' the sudden outburst made Felicity topple backwards in alarm. As suddenly as the girl arrived she had disappeared again before quickly returning with a blanket her arms piled high with stacks of romantic, girly DVD's. A maid followed her in with a giant sized bowl of popcorn and a tray full of sugary snacks. Blinking in surprise Felicity couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the past week. Draping the blanket on top of Felicity's and over herself, excitement rippled off of the young girl. 'I never really got a chance to have a proper sleepover before, everyone was always too intimidated to come to the mansion and can you imagine Ollie agreeing to this?' Thea chatted away, Felicity smiled she had never been in this situation before, it was a bit too much but she liked it. Growing up she had never had the chance to be girly or have many close friends or even just any friends. Appreciating the company, Thea snuggled up underneath the blanket so she was resting on Felicity. She began to chat away about her relationship with Roy, putting two and two together Felicity quickly realised Thea's Roy was the red hooded one at the lair.
When Oliver found them in the morning he witnessed Thea shrieking in horror at the fact that Felicity had never worn make-up and before she could protest, began plastering Felicity's face with the stuff. Announcing 'Ta Da' Thea spun Felicity round to face Oliver. Taking in her appearance Oliver smiled; her tired, paled cheeks were now vibrant and full of colour, she had on a baby blue eye-shadow that sparkled in the light, her rosy lips now shining. Oliver had never seen Felicity look so beautiful before and the sight truly amazed him. 'Oi Ollie! Stop drooling I'm sure our friend here doesn't appreciate it' Thea's response knocked Oliver out of his trance. Mumbling an excuse before the girls could see his blushing cheeks, he pulling Felicity away and out of the room.
When they had arrived at the arrow cave, Felicity quickly scanned the area, making sure they were alone. Finally plucking up the courage to ask Oliver, she cornered him; 'can I ask you something?' Oliver's ears pricked, recognising the worry in her voice, he gestured for her to continue. 'This is going to come across weird but as I am sure you have noticed I have been really weak' Felicity's eyes dropped to the ground embarrassed as she tried to pick the right words to speak. 'I have been jumping at even the smallest of things and I know it's stupid but I can't even close my eyes without panic setting in. I'm not normally like this I just want you to know. I don't want you to think I'm this weak pathetic person'. Felicity continued to stare at the floor, tracing patterns with her feet until she felt Oliver's large hand cup her gently underneath her chin, bringing her gaze into his. 'Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone's scared of something, I am the same you know, I often have nights where I wake up in a panic with nightmares of the Island.' Oliver opened up, sensing her confession had something to do with the man she said was after her.
'What do you do to stop the fear getting to you?' she asked, delving further into his dark past.
Throwing a pile of clothes into her arms he grinned; 'I fight'.
Quickly tightening the waist of a pair of black shorts she happily ditched the tight dress that Thea had forced her to wear. She picked up the faded grey top and smiled; she had seen him wearing it the first morning she had woken up in the Queen mansion. Images of him sleeping peacefully in the top, as is rested against his bare chest intruded her mind as she clutched the material to her face, breathing in his musky scent. The sharp knock on the door brought her to her senses as she slipped out, not before catching a glance at herself in the mirror and feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of his clothes on her. Oliver felt the exact same rush as he saw her, bring about a rare feeling in him. He chuckled seeing her angrily struggling to tie her hair back. 'Urrrgh I knew I shouldn't have let Thea put so much spray in my hair. It's gone all gross and knotty.' Sitting Felicity down on the metal bench he took the hair tie from her hands. The second he ran his fingers through her silky hair he wished he hadn't. The tips of his fingers brushed against her warm scalp, erupting a fiery hunger, a desire to be even closer to her. Desperately trying to control it, he scraped her hair back into a messy ponytail and stepped away, hoping the cool air between them would calm him down. Leading her towards the mat they began to gently spar with Oliver calling out techniques. Instantly she became clumsy, constantly tripping over her own feet and when she threw her punches they almost never even came close to the target, like she was purposely trying to not touch him. And yet she didn't even flinch when he caught her or countered her attacks. Although Oliver was pulling his punches, she didn't even blink when his fist gently grazed her nose. Oliver was confused her technique was perfect, her stance was correct and she had her guard in the right place. He wouldn't admit it but her punches were faster than his, the speed of her techniques amazed him. He didn't understand, this girl must have spent years training in self-defence but for some reason she couldn't fight. 'Felicity' he started, stepping back so her whole body was in his view; 'you have trained before' he accused her.
'A bit' she shrugged off her lie, averting her gaze away, trying to avoid eye contact. Not wanting to push her any further before she was ready to talk, he continued; 'do you think you can remember the drills we just went through?' She nodded, curious why he was asking. 'Can you do them without me?' his head cocked to one side, wondering if his suspicion was right.
'In the air?' she looked at him, confused at the task. At the nod of his head she began to throw punches and kicks, ducking the attacks of her imaginary partner. She felt the familiar rush of adrenaline alerting her senses as she fully committed to each movement. By the time she had finished, dribbles of sweat swam across her forehead. Oliver stood back bewildered, his eyes focused on the panting girl trying to catch her breath. His lips parted, trying to speak but his mind failed him. 'Felicity. Your fighting skills are unbelievable. Why didn't you fight like that when we were sparring together?' Oliver didn't know whether to be angry or afraid or even happy at discovering her skills. 'I can't, I don't know why but when I am in a fighting situation I just freeze'. The fighting girl he had just seen vanished as he watched Felicity crumble in front of him. 'Hey, c'mon we can try weapons or something' his soft voice soothing her. He watched, still in shock as she wandered over to the knife stand. Reaching for the knives, Felicity clumsily knocked them onto the floor. Before she had a chance to vent her frustration, Oliver was next to her, handing her a training knife. Gripping onto it tightly, she aimed her hand at the target board. Oliver watched with sad eyes as her steadied hand started to shake lightly and watched, helpless as it became more violent. Tears began to form in Felicity's eyes as she turned to Oliver; 'why am I so weak?' she sobbed into his chest as he pulled her into hug. 'Hey, Felicity, look at me. We are going to get through this. There is something holding you back. You are scared of something so we can face it. Together.' Felicity smiled at his kindness and pulled away from him, wiping dry her cheeks. 'What are you scared of?' blinking in surprise at the abruptness of his question Felicity thought hard; 'heights' she finally replied. Felicity blindly obeyed as she felt Oliver tie a soft material to her as a blindfold. 'Where are we going?' she asked, trying to aim her speech at where Oliver was standing.
'You'll see' he grinned mischievously, leading her up the foundry steps.
Felicity's vision had been nothing but blackness for the past fifteen minutes. Under any other circumstances Felicity would have been scared. She didn't know why but as long as she was clutching onto the muscular arm draped across her body, she felt safe. She didn't flinch at the sound of glass shattering, she didn't even resist to getting in what she presumed to be an elevator and even when she realised they were standing on a roof top her legs didn't buckle like they normally would have. It wasn't until she felt the cool breeze blow the loose strands of hair from her face that the realisation set in and the nausea hit her. Peeling off the now warm material, her eyes caught the sight of thousands of different coloured lights sparkling in the darkness. A gasp caught in her throat, she was higher than the tallest of buildings she felt like she was sitting in the clouds. The air up there seemed to thin as she looked downwards at the blobs she guessed to be people illuminated by the yellow dots of street lights. Forgetting her fear for a split second she could see how Oliver could spend his nights on rooftops, the feeling of power and the tranquillity was breath-taking. But quickly reality caught up with her and the fear hit her at once. A sickness exploded in her stomach, her hands starting to shake. Her eyes started to water, dizziness causing her thoughts to swirl together. She tried to step away from the edge but her legs crumbled underneath her, failing to support her weight. Her body froze, and in terror she realised that she couldn't move. In less than a second Oliver had pulled her waist against his and wrapped his strong arms around her body. Miraculously at his touch her fear washed away. Her panic replaced by the warmth of his breath on her cheek.
Oliver smiled at the girl snuggled in his arms as he felt her body relax into his. Letting go of his control, he placed a sloppy kiss on her forehead. He angled their bodies so they were facing into the night and started to speak; 'On the island somebody once told me that every fear is connected to something in your life, destroy the connection and the fear disappears. So Felicity why are you so scared of heights?' Everything had been going perfectly up until he had asked the question. Suddenly Felicity's whole body started shaking, sobs erupting from her chest broke the silence. Her eyes once again became wild with panic, her breath quickening. Panic and terror tore at her, ripping her apart as the repressed memories tried to drown her. Suddenly Felicity felt her throat close, allowing no air to pass through. Sweat poured off her body, her legs folded beneath her and her vision turning dark. She felt Oliver's arms underneath her, catching her but she was paralyzed with fear, a fear so strong not even his touch could stop it. Her eyes snapped open, the pain rippling through her aching body. Everything about the room was disorientated and that was when Felicity realised she wasn't in a room. Blood rushed to her head, bounding against the sides of her head, trying to escape. Looking upwards and ignoring the searing pain in her head she tried to pull her body up the rope. Her weight was too much and her arms were too weak after hours of trying, but she had to keep going before she drifted unconscious again. Telling herself not to look down and work out the height at which she was hanging from she once again tried to reach the ties that bound her now bloodied wrists together. Hatred pulsed through her, giving her a burst of energy but it wasn't enough. She hated him for doing this to her. He thought it would make her stronger but he couldn't see she just wanted it to be over. Why couldn't her father see that with every 'training exercise' hell he put her through, her body gave up and she gave in to the calmness of hoping death would come soon. Why couldn't he see what he was doing to her? Felicity hated training she had tried a million times to run away from the sick excuse of a man that was her father but it was near impossible.
When Felicity awoke she was in Oliver's arms, his gaze of concern focused on her entirely. Sitting up on the cool rooftop floor next to him she smiled, indicating that she was ok. Oliver could tell that whatever it was that Felicity was so afraid of she wasn't ready to talk about it. He hated himself for suggesting the idea of facing her fears, he certainly didn't think she would react like this. Sighing, he draped one arm over her shoulder heavily and leaned into her shivering body, attempting to give her some warmth. Diverting from the obvious subject they needed to discuss he spoke; 'So when are you going to tell me what was going on with Thea this morning?' Felicity grinned at him, thankful for the change of topic and chatted back; 'you know how she is. I couldn't sleep and she found me on the couch and the next thing I knew she was dressing me up and doing my hair and make-up and declaring we were having a sleepover!'
'The horror!' Oliver teased her, resulting in her thumping him lightly on the shoulder. They sat there for hours, just chatting away, their conversation drifting from topics easily until it settled on them talking about how much their lives had changed in the past two weeks.
As Oliver blinked open his eyes to a blinding light he was instantly on guard, wondering where he was. He felt something warm in his arms, looking down he realised that that something was a person and that person was Felicity. A smile was plastering her face and her golden hair was tickling his chest. Sighing, the girl snuggled her face deeper into his chest, causing his muscles to contract as he tried to supress his urges. If you had asked him 5 years ago, this would have been his fantasy, the perfect image that he would suffer 5 years in hell to look forward to. Holding her tighter in his arms panic seeped through him as he caught a glance of his gloved hand. It was broad daylight and he was still in his Arrow costume. Frantically nudging Felicity's shoulder till she was awake they both realised the horror of the situation. There was no way he could walk the streets in the now very busy morning rush, even if nobody recognised him they would see Felicity and she didn't know the city well enough to get back to the foundry alone and waiting till dark on the roof was not an option. Cursing himself for falling asleep, Oliver guided Felicity back through the door leading to the roof and they both ran through the corridor. A noise caught Oliver's attention as panic set over them, they were too late. Seeing the lift door slowly open, he scanned the corridor frantically, searching for a place to hide. Felicity's small hand grabbed onto his arm, pulling him through a door. She pushed him through, not realising how small the room they were in was until her body was shoved against his, both of them squished against the wall. They remained still, barely breathing as they waited for the person to pass. Stepping away from Oliver when he had confirmed the path was clear Felicity guessed they were squashed in a caretaker's cupboard. 'Strip' the abrupt command from the somewhat innocent girl took him by surprise. 'W-what?' his expression distorted, completely confused. 'Just trust me, I have an idea' was her only response before she turned away. Turning back to face him Felicity tried not to let her emotions show as she took in his tanned muscular and perfect body. His scars added to his strength and Felicity resisted the urge to touch them. So much pain and torture lay on his body and it took all of her strength to control the swirl of emotions and urges inside her. She reached for his leather pants and instructed him to turn away. Clearly baffled at what on earth her plan was, he blindly accepted. Placing the old pair of shorts she had been wearing in his hand Oliver quickly slipped them on. The sight brought up something inside of him that he had never felt before, a deep hunger, something far more extreme than even his wildest fantasies. Felicity was facing him in The Arrow's pants, his pants. He tried to hold back but he just couldn't. Oliver bit down hard on the insides of his cheek, fighting his feelings, until he drew blood. 'I figured that if you walked out in them then people might put two and two together. But everyone thinks The Arrow's male, nobody would suspect a petite blond. I doubt anyone will even notice if I wear it, I have a habit of blending in, plus you are a billionaire so you are already going to be attracting attention.' Oliver smiled at the pure genius of her plan but it quickly vanished as she proceeded to unzip her hoody and lift her top over her head. He could only see the back of her but Oliver felt an intense heat burn his cheeks. The green leather pants hugged her figure, sure they were a bit lose but just the thought of her not even in his private clothes but in The Arrow's clothes was too much. She was basically wearing his secret he thought, smiling to himself. Looking downwards and focusing on a spot on the floor to avoid the sight of her bare back Oliver was handed the top she had been wearing. Looking over at the girl she was wearing his training hoody zipped up fully and a shiver ran down his spine as he realised she was only wearing her bra underneath. Pulling her shirt back over himself, he disregarded the thought that he was already referring to his tops that Felicity was borrowing as hers. A huge grin played on his face, they were sharing clothes now. The scent of her shampoo; strawberry's and some other kind of flowery smell hung on his clothes.
Dig, Roy and Sara stared at the duo as they entered the foundry. 'Do I even want to ask?' Dig was first to react. 'Wait are you wearing each other's clothes? Are you wearing his Arrow costume? Man that's some weird fantasy?' Roy judged him quickly a bewildered grin on his face. Both Oliver and Felicity turned a crimson shade and quickly tried to explain the situation but the look on the team's faces told Oliver that they didn't believe him. 'Umm... I am going to shower' Felicity declared, trying to escape the awkward tension of the group. As she climbed into the shower she heard the others leave. Felicity felt the warm water run across her body and she relaxed closing her eyes. Suddenly the water ran cold and she was facing a dark grey stone wall. 'Please don't do this' she whimpered at him. 'You have to be punished' a chill ran through Felicity as she recognised the voice. The man's painful grip tugged of a chunk of Felicity's hair. She fought him, desperately trying to free herself from his clutches. 'You will pay for what you have done' the voice screamed, piercing her ears. His grip tightened on the back of her head. The force of his hand threw Felicity off guard. Suddenly ice cold water escaped into her nose, it washed into her eyes. Felicity tried to scream but the water caused her to choke. It's long claws scratching her skin, plunging down her throat. Felicity thrashed about desperately in the water struggling to breath. She could feel its icy talons climbing down her throat. The next thing she knew she was being dragged out of the water by her hair and she gasped for breath frantically as she knew what was coming next. Before she even had a chance to splutter out the water in her lungs she was plunged back underneath. Still half living in her memory, Felicity grabbed the nearest towel wrapping it around herself. 'OLIVER!' she screamed frantically, stumbling blindly around the bathroom. She could still feel his cold hand gripping onto the back of her head and could still see the sick smile playing on his face. Oliver broke down the bathroom door with such a force that Felicity was pulled out of the nightmare. He rushed over to her, instantly engulfing her in his arms and rubbing circular motions onto her back as she coughed up the remains of the shower water. 'What the hell happened?' worry lined his voice. Felicity just shook her head in response and stayed in his arms until her breathing returned normal and her sobs dyed out.
Hours had passed since Felicity's panic attack and despite the unusual silence, she had quickly grown back into herself as if it had never happened. Oliver didn't know if Felicity was truly ok or she was just putting on an act. 'Are you ok' he pushed back the loose wet curls that stuck to her face. 'Thank you' she murmured in response. Oliver knew she wasn't ready to talk about whatever it was that was bothering her but he couldn't help feel sympathy for her. She was terrified of something, she had the same reaction to her nightmares, the same at the explosion then at the rooftops and now taking a shower. Oliver searched for a link between them but there was none, he didn't know how to help her. Trying to change the subject again he looked down at the frightened blond and smiled. 'What are you smiling about mister?' Felicity teased him lightly breaking the tension.
'I was just thinking about our first kiss?' he grinned cheekily at her.
'Oh yeh? Seeing me all hot and steamy from the shower brought it on? Or was it when you saw me in only my bra? Don't deny it I saw you peeking' Felicity played with him, feeling the same emotions take over as before. Oliver placed his hands on her waist, pulling her body closer so that they were touching. He hummed gently as the heat prickled his skin. 'How do you do it?' he asked innocently breathing her scent. 'Do what?' the smile lighting up her face grew even larger, she placed her hand underneath his shirt, resting it on his chest. Oliver let out an exasperated moan; 'do that' he replied, slipping his right hand under her top and onto the small of her back. As bare skin touched bare skin their eyes met. Rubbing his hand gently into her back he grazed a part of her delicate skin that felt different. Recognising it as scar tissue sadness grew in Oliver's eye. As if touching the scar was a button Felicity immediately pulled away. From the panicked look growing in her eye Oliver knew she was going to have another panic attack. Tears chocked in his throat, as he wondered what on earth could make somebody so scared. Even from all his time on the island he had never seen somebody this scared before.
Felicity felt his rough hands gently graze the scar on her lower back. She felt her body immediately lurch itself into another nightmare as she fell loose in Oliver's arms. She looked around the cellar sighing, she wished she hadn't of been truthful to him. After a month of plucking up the courage, she had finally told her father that she didn't want to be training anymore, she wanted to be treated like the teenage girl she was. So he had thrown her down into the cellar for the 5th time that month. She didn't really mind though, although it meant starving for a few days, it was better than his other punishments. She knew it was stupid, but she made sure that at least once a week she would try to escape. It would be worth all of the pain from him if she finally made it out of his grasps. Suddenly the door clicked open and she looked up in surprise wondering who it was. A figure stepped into the dark room and smiled at her. Growing tense immediately she recognised the sick smile on his face similar to her fathers. 'So your dad said you wanted to feel like a girl right?' the aggressive voice grew louder as he came nearer to her. Fear took over her whole body as Felicity realised what his words meant. She started screaming for help but he pushed her violently up against the wall, covering her mouth. 'So you want to play hard do you?' Felicity clawed at the man's face struggling to free herself. He yelled at her, smashing her head against the wall. 'You will pay for that you little bitch'. Pulling a silver blade from his pants pocket he began tracing the knife down her side. Sobs escaped her and tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to think of a plan. Lifting up her top he placed the knife against her back, digging it in deeper he began to place a trail of kisses down her shoulder. Nausea flowed through her at his touch and her whole body trembled. Felicity saw her chance and let her body weight drop in his arms. Startled as she dropped to the ground the knife dug further into her back. Climbing on top of her he snarled 'you don't have to be awake'. Felicity fought back a smile, he had fallen for it. Thinking she was unconscious his grip had loosened and she took the opportunity to kick him backwards into the wall. Grabbing onto the wooden chair next to her hand she smashed into his head, knocking him to the ground. Anger seeped through her, why had her father done this to her? She let out the built up rage and continued to whack the psycho over the head. Stepping back in horror Felicity realised what she had done. Her hand were soaked in blood and a pool of red was seeping from his head. The room started to spin, lurching in different directions, till she couldn't stand any more. All Felicity could picture in her head was the image of his lifeless body. Sickness drowned her, pulling her towards the ground and the tears in her eyes made the room blurry. She rushed away from Oliver and reached the foundry's bathroom just in time to vomit into the toilet. Her heavy breathing evened out as Oliver sat down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 'When he found me and realised what I had done he wasn't horrified..' Felicity started to speak quietly as Oliver tried to figure out what she was talking about. 'He was proud' Felicity let out a heavy sob into Oliver's shoulder. 'He was proud that I had made my first kill. I had spent years trying to avoid it in his training but I had killed on my own. He told me he was happy that I had given into the darkness. He turned me into a monster'. Oliver looked down at the vulnerable girl, there was no way she could be a killer. Taking a wild leap, Oliver guessed; 'is that what you are afraid of? Is that who's got you so afraid? Felicity who is he?' Oliver gulped, dreading the answer. Felicity broke eye contact with him and said the name of the person that had been haunting her for years; 'My Father'.
A/N: So I know parts of this was kind of dark so I will promise you lighter scenes in the next chapter and Felicity will go back to being more in character and back to her bubbly happy self. Please leave reviews and let me know what you think even if it's just a word long. And once again if you have any ideas you want to put in like some of you have already said about Felicity becoming a fighter (as you will see later on!) or any other characters then please let me know!