A/N: I am so sorry for the late update; my laptop is broken and I have also accidently broke the old laptop as well that I was using so it took longer to type and upload. I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of your support with reviews, follows and favourites! A lot of you have been saying about how you want Felicity to fight and turn into a vigilante with Oliver and trust me we will see that in later chapters!Thank you to WinterRain36 and Kindleflame5, I have tried to incorporate your ideas in this chapter! And shoutoutto Highlander348 for always giving the kindest reviews! I hope you guys like this chapter and please don't kill me for the ending!
He looked up, a permanent growl placed on his face, as the door openedand in walked a white-coated man, a nervous expression painted onhis face. 'Well what is it?' The harsh voice of the man drew the doctor's sympathetic gaze away from the frightened woman hugging herself in the corner. Stumbling over his words,the doctor faced the floor and mumbled;'umm.. it's a girl again'. The man drew up, sucking in his chest, fury written across his face; 'GET RID OF IT. I NEED A WARRIOR. A WEAPON. NOT SOME WEAK GIRL'. The doctor rushed towards the woman, trying to comfort her whimpering as the man thrashed about the room in rage. He tore at the wall's posters, upturning the medical table, kicking about the equipment until it scattered the floor. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the woman. Reaching towards her neck, he pressed her up against the wall, watching her struggle for breath with a sick smile across his face. 'Stop!' The doctor gulped, trying to draw up some courage. Spinning round, the man's gaze rested on him. Before he could start the vicious verbal abuse the doctor had heard so many timesbefore, he spoke; 'This is the third time this hashappened, you can't afford to waste another dosage, you are running out of time'. Taking in the doctor's words, the man scowled down at him and stormed out of the room. Facing the trembling woman, the doctor prepared the vibrant blue liquid in the syringe. 'Please don't, not again.' A pit of fear plunged into the doctor's stomach. He had seen this before and knew that the woman's pain would be unbearable. 'I'm sorry' he muttered as he placed the needle above the skin of her stomach. He had tried to block out the reality but it kept scratching at him, trying to free itself; he knew the woman would die from this eventually. Fighting against his morals the doctor watched the woman struggle against the fiery liquid, burning her insides. Although he acted clueless, he had recognised the altered formula of the drug that he had experimented on and he knew that this would turn the innocent baby into a monster. However his fear took the better of him as he closed the door to the room to suffocate the woman's screams of pain. Faking a smile, he returned to the furious man. 'It's done' he stated monotonously. The doctor walked away, fighting the sinking feeling of doom in his chest and pretendedto be oblivious to theeffectsof the drug he had justinjected; Mirakuru.
It had only been a few weeks since her and The Arrow had first met but she already saw the foundry as her home. Felicity had never had a home before, never had people in her life who cared about her, so the vibrant personalities of team arrow quickly grew from her friends to her family. They had taken her in from the streets and revealed their secret without hesitation. Trust was never something she could rely on but for the first time in her life she felt safe, even with the obvious dangers of being with The Arrow. Felicity already had her spot in the foundry, already had claimed the computers as her own and even had her own seat at the Queen's dining table, next to Oliver, although still had yet to meet the absent Moira Queen and Walter Steele. She could now name every maid and could tell you about their lives. The maids had smothered her with love like a moth to a flame, her being the only one to take an interest in their lives. Her and Oliver had grown even closer to each other, never spending a second apart, often communicating just through a look. Felicity knew when Oliver needed to be left alone, when he needed help but wouldn't admit it and when he just needed her their for comfort. Felicity was the only one who could question The Arrow, the only one he would listen to in his fit of frustration, and the only one who could push him to his limits when he had lost all hope. Leaning back in her chair, she smiled; she was finally happy.
Placing the incessantly ringing phone face down, Felicity sighed. "Seriously! Thea has been ringing you non-stop today. Just go and see how she is", Felicity gave Oliver a look that quickly vanished his argument. " I don't have to be in your company 24/7 not that I am I mean I don't spend the night with you. Well technically we do but not in that way. Not that I wouldn't want to or anything... Oh god!" Chuckling to himself, Oliver nodded and trudged towards the foundry's exit reluctantly. Shouting that she would join him, Sara easily caught up with the sulking man. " ummm actually do you mind if I talk to you a sec Sara?" Felicity's innocent voice broke the silence; ''in private'' she quickly added. For a brief moment dismay washed over Oliver's eyes but a split second later it was gone.
Methodically rubbing her thumb against her index finger in attempted comfort, Felicity forcefully lifted her gaze from the floor onto Sara. ''Umm Oliver said that you have ummm a ummm skill that you might be able to help me with...'' Instinctively Sara placed her hand in support onto the girls shoulder, her eyes growing wide in sympathy. Plastering a smile of encouragement on her lips she gestured for the girl to continue. '' You see ... Ummm recently ... No ummm''. After several nervous false starts Felicity finally managed to string her words together in a coherent order; ''I have been having ummm a lot of nightmares and panic attacks recently from past memories and Oliver mentioned that you helped him before''. After nodding briefly Sara explained; ' it was a skill I acquired on Nanda Parbat. It was a requirement that all league members should be able to perform a form of memory altering therapy. Basically whilst the body is in a complete state of rest it uses a form of psychotic hypnosis to alter parts of your long term memory. It's specifically used when a member is subject to particularly violent torture however can be used in reverse if a member threatens to leave. It works by altering a specific detail in your memory, like the place it took place, to something more uplifting. Therefore the mind transfers the positive schemas for the uplifting image onto the damaged memory thereby altering it.'' Nodding shyly to show her appreciation for Sara's help, Felicity obeyed her instructions.
A couple of hours had passed but after feeling the pricks on the back of her skin, Felicity immediately knew that Oliver had returned. Sensing his frustration, she followed the figure over to the training mats and watched silently as he built up a sweat. Leaning her back against the cool wall she slid herself down so her legs were sprawled out on the floor in front of her and waited until Oliver had got everything out of his system. Catching his eye, she smiled at him, letting him know that she would be there for him when he was ready to talk. ''Apparently Thea has a different idea of what an emergency is'' he huffed, drawing his gaze from the boxing dummy. Grabbing the permanently placed bottle of water from the table, he plonked himself on the floor next to Felicity. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he continued; 'I'm really sorry'.
''It's fine'' Felicity's reply had slipped out of her mouth before he had even told her what had happened.
''Thea apparently went rummaging through the wardrobe in your room at the mansion. She always says you can tell everything from a person's clothes and all she had seen you in was a couple of my shirts and one of her old dresses, but that doesn't give her the right to go through your things..'' Oliver's voice started to rise but soon calmed when he felt Felicity unconsciously rubbing her thumb in circles onto the back of his hand. ''She went through your wardrobe and found it to be empty so she looked through your belongings to find where your clothes were but obviously you had nothing so she confronted me completely confused. I had to make up a story about your house burning down that's why you are staying with us and all of your possessions were destroyed by the blaze. Of course she then takes that as a challenge so now the second you step foot in the mansion she is going to be dragging you out to go shopping. I tried to get you out of it but no matter how many criminals I take down I still can't control my kid sister!''
Felicity giggled at him; ''you know I think that's the most I have ever heard you talk'' she stated simply, earning a grin in reply. Fully gripping onto his hand, she pulled him upwards and led the sweaty man towards the stairs. ''Where...'' placing her finger onto his moist lips she stopped his stutter with a single word; ''shopping''.
After Oliver's initial complaints, the trio made their made towards the mass of crowds surrounding the shops. Thea's face had literally lit up, her excitement blinding both Oliver and Felicity, so before they had even opened the door fully, Thea was dragging the pair into a parked car. Oliver's eyes sparkled as he glanced over at Felicity happily chatting away with his sister. A shopping trip was his worst nightmare but a shopping trip with Thea was like being plunged into the deepest pits of hell. He thought back to their deal and smiled. He knew, however initially enthusiastic Felicity was, she wouldn't be able to cope shopping with Thea alone so he had given in to her pleading eyes.
It wasn't long before Felicity's energy began to physically drain out; she was sick of dresses and designer labels. She couldn't stand another worker waiting on her, taking the incessant demands from Thea, how they could keep a fake smile on their face was beyond her. She loved Thea like her sister but sometimes she was just a bit too much, she felt as if her head would explode if she heard another high-pitched squeal from her. Just thought of another tight shop stuffed with groups of chattering females holding their chin up high and throwing judging glares at her outfit made her shudder. As much as she hated it, Felicity found it kind of amusing how they looked at her like something from the bottom of their shoe yet the second they registered Oliver Queen's hand resting on her shoulder they quickly became flustered and walked over, acting as if they were long lost friends. The sort of people in there were the people who before wouldn't even register her existence, she wasn't even worth a disapproving glare from them if they had seen her months ago. ''Maybe we can ditch her'' Oliver's warm breath tickled her ear, earning a disapproving glare from Thea. ''Don't be mean!'' Felicity punched his arm jokingly. ''You're going to pay for that!'' Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist causing Felicity to squeal in surprise. Almost immediately Thea was at their side; ''So as Oliver's friend what do you think of this top?'' Her emphasis on the word ' friend' caused Oliver's arm to drop instantly; he didn't want to get on the bad side of Thea. ''It's great! Tell you what I'm going to try this on and I will meet you back here in a sec'' Grabbing the nearest dress off the rails she marched over to the changing room. Closing the heavy red curtain behind her, Felicity leaned into the wall and sighed. Suddenly the curtain flung open and Oliver swiftly slipped in, undetected by Thea. A smile broke onto Felicity's face; ''you know this is the ladies changing room'' she teased him as he responded by closing the distance between them. ''I was bored'' he sulked playfully, pushing out his bottom lip. ''And I think it's been an hour so I'm here for your part of the deal.'' Felicity hummed, biting down on her lower lip; ''actually I think it's been a few hours.'' Pushing her up against the wall, Oliver pressed his lips into her, hungrily kissing her. The small space quickly became heated as their tongues brushed together. Lifting her shirt up slightly, he began tracing his rough fingers along her bare back. Sighing in pleasure Felicity pushed deeper into the kiss. The tension suddenly dropped, the space growing cold as they broke apart quickly at the sound of a voice; ''Hey Felicity what's taking you so long? Hurry up I want to see that dress on you!'' Slapping Oliver's arm for his poor attempt at hiding his amusement at the annoyed girl, she sighed; ''Nearly done''. ''Thea is going to kill us if she knows you are in here. Just turn around'', starting to strip off her clothing she glanced over at the smirking vigilante. ''Turn around'' she repeated, only to be met with the stubborn refusal of a determined toddler. ''Don't you want my help?'' he whispered innocently. Trying to push down the flames, scorching her insides she grinned, placing him in the corner. Quickly slipping on the dress, she went out to show Thea. When she returned to the tiny changing room Oliver was in her way. He purposefully kept brushing against her she tried to change, taking every opportunity for their bodies to clash with each other. Laughing at his teasing she placed a messy kiss on his lips and left the changing rooms. After that the shopping trip didn't seem as bad, in fact Oliver and Felicity rather enjoyed it, turning it into a game; inconspicuously holding hands or landing quick kisses on one another when Thea's back was turned. Of course Thea had noticed, she wasn't completely stupid! And although the idea of Felicity going from her friend to Oliver's girlfriend annoyed her, it was the first time she has seen Oliver smiling genuinely in a long time. Thea smiled; Felicity, had spun into their lives without a warning and had brought a light with her that made it impossible to feel down around her. Her bubbly self and her inappropriate babbles could make even the devil himself smile.
Despite their obvious exhaustion, Oliver and Felicity had snuck out of the mansion when Thea had fallen asleep through some chick-flick movie that Felicity hadn't managed to escape from. However the rush of adrenaline caused by an alert on Felicity's computer monitor's was a breath of fresh air to them and quickly brought their senses alert. Running into action, Felicity swivelled round in the black cushioned computer chair to face the group. Groaning, Felicity dished out the bad news; ''facial recognition caught The Reaper Brother's but they aren't together. I'm guessing they are planting the first trail of bombs so we need to get to them before they succeed''. Pulling up the camera feeds the group saw a figure climbing through a broken window of an abandoned steel factory, the footage was almost parallel to the other brother. The group quickly changed into their suits and decided who was splitting up. Sara and Roy went to one location whilst Oliver, went to the other. Felicity was needed to manually hack into their security system so Dig was ordered to watch over her.
Pulling apart the splintered planks of wood, blocking the entry of any intruders, Oliver jumped through the gap, landing on all fours. Straightening up he focused his senses in the still room. The silent darkness filled Oliver with regret, he knew straight away something was wrong. Feeling a sharp pinch on the skin of his neck he instinctively pulled out a near-empty syringe. Aiming his bow at the direction of the attack, Oliver slowly backed towards the exit. He knew he couldn't surrender, once The Reaper Brother's had planted the first set of bombs the whole city would be at risk. But Oliver knew that pretty soon he would be useless.
Focusing his vision on the looming figure, Oliver felt the rest of his sight blur. A piercing screech drilled into his head as nausea washed over him. One by one his senses were shutting down. Trying to fight the affects of the drug, he stumbled towards the figure. Knowing it was useless he pulled out his bow, and aimed it at the shadow. What used to be a split second natural instinct turned against him as he fumbled, nocking another arrow. But it was a failed attempt and soon his shaking hands couldn't even grip onto the compound bow. The bow seemed to fall in slow motion towards the floor as Oliver lurched forwards attacking the man. His movements were slowed and his aim thrown off completely. The figure began laughing at the broken vigilante, standing over him as Oliver fell to the ground. His vision violently spinning back and forth, he clutched at the ground trying to pull himself back up but his arms collapsed at his weight. Soon his body was paralysed as he lay motionless, fighting to keep his eyes open. Watching the dark blurry figure pace about the room, blackness pulled him deep under, his breath evening out.
Oliver was dragged back to reality met by an excruciating pain pulsing through his veins. Opening his heavy eyes to face the blinding light, panic set in. His eyes locked onto Felicity's before his senses could resurface. Blinking frantically, the blurriness of the room grew sharper and his distorted vision cleared. The Arrow had been in this position many times before but he was always alone, never had to care for another's safety. Whatever pain Oliver was fighting, he knew he couldn't let anything happen to the terrified girl in front of him. Before he could react, the figure entered the room, the sickening joy of delight spread across his face. Walking over towards the petite blond he carelessly slashed at her ties. Oliver winced in horror as the knife broke her skin. The Arrow gulped painfully and closed his eyes, Felicity was his anchor, the light she carried with her helped him stay afloat. But seeing her hurt like this, because of him, pulled his sinking body further into the darkness, drowning him. Pure droplets of water formed at the edges of his eyes, he had never felt like this before. His body had given up, the fight in him dying out; Felicity was in harms way and it was all his fault. She was going to die, the whole city would, because he had let himself be happy, he had been distracted. Blocking out her frightened whimpering because he couldn't bear it, he spat at the attacker. Aggressively using his Arrow voice, Oliver shouted at the attacker to let her go. However the noise that left his throat was little more than a grunt. Desperately trying to shout, his voice was hoarse, trapped in his throat. The feeling of fear was alien to him but right now it took his body hostage. He knew it was ridiculous, he hadn't even known this girl for a month and yet there was something about her that he couldn't quite place. The only sound echoing off the walls was that of a clock ticking. He watched in horror as her unconscious body collapsed to the floor. The harshness of the event jolted him into life, he roared viciously, letting every emotion escape into the night, causing the vile man to jump became in fright. ''WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH HER?'' He emptied his lungs with such a force it almost seemed to make the walls shake. ''Insurance'' the figure smiled sweetly and disappeared out of the room, dragging Felicity's slumped body after him.
Wrestling against the strangling ropes that tore at his wrists, Oliver twisted his body back so he couldn't see how he was tied. He could vaguely make out something cold and curved pressing into his back. Identifying it as a pole, he realised he was tied to one of the building support beams. Eyeing the room systematically he searched for his bow but came up empty. A piercing scream rung throughout the darkness, chilling him to his very core. It was Felicity. Without thinking he wrenched his arm against the pole, the sickening crunch of bone didn't even make him hesitate. He would let the light in his life go out, wouldn't let anything happen to the woman that made him smile. Throwing the ropes to the ground he charged through the door, knocking it off its hinges. He was an animal attacking the hallways in search for its pray, he was out for blood and The Arrow didn't care who stood in his way. Following the low noise of chatter, he smashed into what looked like a lab. Only seconds later its remains weren't recognisable. Grabbing the nearest worker, Oliver pushed him hard against the wall, holding onto to him by his throat. A quick ten second interrogation later, Oliver smashed the mans head back against the wall, knocking him unconscious and pounded out of the room. Oliver made his way to the roof, flying up the steps three at a time. Kicking the fire door violently, it collapsed at his weight. The icy air ripped at him, slashing his skin painfully. His breath caught in his throat. The figure held the girl at gunpoint. Her frightened gaze fixed on the man in green; her hero. Her eyes full of hope and relief at his face. Felicity trusted him with everything she had and knew that Oliver would never let anything happen to her. Gulping down her tears she tried to steady her breathing, following Sara's voice as it echoed through her mind. She focused on her surrounds, blocking out the cold harsh winds. Counting down in her head she dipped it slightly towards Oliver's. Here goes nothing she thought. Slipping out of the startled mans grip, she managed to throw the gun from him. The Arrow quickly pushed her to ones side, taking full advantage of Felicity's surprise attack. Blood spurted out of the mans mouth, escaping down his cheek as The Arrow caught his lip with his fist. Once again the snapping of bone filled the nights air and his nose erupted in a flood of lava. The Arrow slaughtered the man, tearing at his body. He lay out cold in a puddle of his own blood and yet rage seared through Oliver. Only the purest touch of trembling fingers on his arm broke him from his trance. ''Don't. Please don't kill him.'' Felicity's innocent voice poured through his ears as The Arrow freed the rage built up inside of him. Wrapping the girl in his arms he promised never to let go.
Felicity fell into his arms. The fear brewing inside of her vanishing into the night. Smiling into his arms she felt at home. She knew that this man would protect her no matter what. Resting her pale cheek against his chest, she sunk deeper into his torso. His warmth radiated through his suit and onto her skin. His scent filled the air around her and Felicity felt her stomach drop as his hand brushed through her hair. Oliver closed his eyes, appreciating the moment. Instantly his body filled with regret, almost as if he knew what was going to happen before it did. He heard the bullet tear through the air in slow motion. Felt the force of it toppling him backwards. Their eyes caught briefly frozen in time. He stared into her innocent eyes, watched the light dancing off of them. He saw the sudden glint of fear and betrayal wash over them. He was mesmerised by the sudden change in her. And then he witnessed the cold dull look set in. Her body went limp in his arms as they both fell against the ground. Placing a hand gently on her now cold cheek, a silent tear escaped his eye. There was no panic, no frantic attempt to save her. Before he even felt Felicity's beating pulse, he knew it was too late. Glancing down at her blood covered body he started to drown. The bullet had gone straight through her heart, she didn't even stand a chance. Her once bright, rosy cheeks full of joy now cold and grey. The Arrow surrendered at the sight of his lost friend, feeling his body turn numb. He cradled her limp body in his arms, tracing the smile that still played on her parted lips. Laying down beside her he curled up. The Arrow's life had been drained out of him and he didn't want to carry on any more; he couldn't.
That was how the team had found him, hours later. Sara and Roy had arrived immediately after finding their warehouse empty and had spotted a beaten up Dig sprawled out in a dumpster in the nearby alley. They had taken care of the bomb and the muscle protecting it. But when they reached the roof they found their leader, the city's hero, crumpled in a mass of hopelessness. He desperately cradled the blonds lifeless body to his chest, clinging onto all that was left of the babbling girl. Felicity was The Arrow's hope, his light, the person that guided him out of his darkest hours. And tonight his light had flickered, its dimness finally giving out. She had been dragged out of his world as suddenly as she fell in. It was unfair, after everything The Arrow had done for the city, every life that he had saved, why didn't he deserve his happy ending?
A/N: Ok first things first DON'T PANIC I would never ever everproperly kill Felicity off! Yes she is still alive and will be in the next chapter (hint as you would have probably guessed it has something to do with the first paragraph.) I couldn't write the last few paragraphs without crying but as you will see in the next few chapters it was a necessary scene. Please keep reviewing I love reading them so much especially all of your great ideas at plot lines!