A/N: I'm going to apologise again for the late update so sorry! But the good news is that it was my 18th birthday at the weekend and I got a laptop! So now updates will be much quicker as I don't have to wait and share the family computer! Also I had a Flash VS Arrow themed party which was epic! And one of you guys suggested that I get a beta so say hello to my new beta Rebekah99 she is amazing so thank you so much for editing the chapter! And feel free to tweet me anytime about the story or whatever, my username is ndubletmixer. I will say once again thank you for all the great reviews and follows and favourites your support means so much! Enjoy :)

Sara, Roy and Dig stood motionless on the foundry steps, a look of despair and concern holding their faces hostage. Gulping away his pained expression, Roy broke the silence.

"It's been nearly a week, shouldn't we do something?" His question was met with hopeless looks; no team member knew what to do. Nobody could predict how Oliver would react. When the team ventured within touching distance he would explode in a fit of rage; at the sound of their voices, he would sink into the ground, seemingly lost inside himself. Averting her gaze from the troubled sight, Sara monotonously walked out of the foundry, the others following without a second thought.

Oliver was a statue, hunched in the same position he had been in for days. He was desperately fighting his instinct to blink, forcing his eyes open. The light in his eyes was long gone as he stared, fixated on her now grey skin. A droplet of water had found its home balancing on the ridge of Oliver's eye, for five days it stayed, threatening to fall. Oliver's trembling hands gently cupped her colourless cheeks. It was as if no time had passed for him, as if he was still trapped in the same horrific moment. The split second the light in Felicity's vibrant eyes went dull played on a loop, torturing him. Oliver's body was numb, his emotions vacant and his smile torn from his face. At that moment Oliver Queen, billionaire, died on the Gambit again and Starling City's hero, The Arrow, lost his final battle.

Choking back a sob, Oliver watched in daze as the blonde's limp hand began to twitch. Colour flooded into her cheeks, her eyes flickering open. Oliver gulped, it was the same sequence of events he had seen so many times in his dreams; he was hallucinating. Swinging her body around, Felicity perched on the edge of the metal bench, looking at Oliver with an expression of deep concern. His transfixed stare now shattered across the foundry floor. Stumbling backwards, Oliver gulped back his tears. He was thrown into a fiery pit of rage, furious at his mind for giving him false hope. For the first time in days, Oliver shifted from his position, terrified of his hallucination. He raced towards the foundry's exit, practically tripping up the stairs, blocking out Felicity's cries of worry. He had to get out of there.

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When Sara and Roy strolled down the foundry steps for their hourly check on Oliver, they both immediately tensed, their senses struck on high alert. Whispering for Dig to follow them, they tiptoed down the metal steps, heading towards the faint sound of humming. Anger and fear flashed in Dig's eyes as he noticed that somebody had taken Felicity's body and Oliver was nowhere to be seen. The rattling noise grew louder as the team of three surrounded the source. Sara raised a set of nunchucks she had grabbed on the way down, Roy raised his bow whilst Dig simply raised his guard.

"Show yourself!" Sara took the lead, her threatening voice bounding off the walls. The crouched figure yelped in pain as she bashed her head against the top of the table in surprise. Roy firmly grabbed the fallen arm and harshly pulled the figure out from under the table.

"It's only me!" The innocent voice of a frightened girl shocked the team to their very core. A small whimper left Dig's trembling lips.

"Felicity?!" The team, unable to move, stood transfixed by the girl's presence.

"How are you here?" was the question pounding throughout all three of their minds, with Dig somehow managing to string the words together. Shrugging casually, Felicity diverted her attention back to the mess of wires underneath the desk.

"I don't know. I woke up here with Oliver… I mean not with Oliver but with Oliver. I know they sound the same, but they mean something different in my head. I guess I must have passed out during the mission, I don't know. All I know is that Oliver was freaked when he saw me. So, what did I miss?' Felicity drifted off noticing the team's bewildered expressions.

"I think now's a good time to ask, does anyone believe in ghosts?" Roy's attempt at lifting the heavy atmosphere resulted in him earning a painful thump from Sara and a death stare from Dig.

"Not here as in the foundry but here as in… well… alive?" Sara started, not quite sure how to go about wording the impossible.

"Is this a joke? Or a prank?" A confused expression painted itself across Felicity's face as the team responded with only blank expressions.

"Funny, I was going to ask the same," Roy curtly replied, unsure whether this was in fact reality or he had had one too many late nights.

"What is with everyone today? Seriously?" Felicity wondered aloud, why did everyone look like they had seen a ghost?

"Felicity, you were dead. You were shot in the heart with a bullet laced with curare. You died instantly. And that was five days ago." The seriousness in Sara's deadly tone knocked Felicity's balance.

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Felicity watched in silence as the group huddled together, hushed whispers flying about the room. Though she knew there was a reason the others were leaving her out, Felicity couldn't help but strain her ears to listen in. She could only distinguish the odd word, the rest washing together.

"Mirakuru?" Felicity heard Roy whisper. Almost as if the word was a trigger, blood rushed to Felicity's temples, pulsing through her skull. Clutching the sides of her head in agony, Felicity fell to the floor; the others rushed quickly to her side. It felt like there was a fire burning her skin from inside to out; the searing pain spread rapidly through her body. A nightmarish darkness swept inside her, drowning out the yells of panic from the team. She felt a wet substance gush from her nose and could taste the blood as it dripped onto her lips. Resting her head against the ground, Felicity lost her sight. All she was able to do was sense the team crouched beside her and feel their hands desperately shaking her shoulders, their voices dimly shouting at her to stay awake. Then there was nothing.

When Felicity awoke this time, there was no comfort, no warm presence cradling her. She was left in the chilly basement, the walls towering over her beaten and weak body. Sara placed her hand atop of Felicity's but the comfort it offered couldn't even be compared to Oliver's. An unfamiliar feeling washed over her, it was almost like power or strength flowing through her veins. Sitting up and swinging herself off the metal table, ignoring Sara's protests, Felicity crossed her arms in front of her chest, determined to know what was going on. She was fed up of feeling powerless.

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It was three hours later and there was still no sign of Oliver. Sensing it was hopeless, the team had given up trying to ring him, his phone going straight to voicemail each time. They had tried to track his phone's GPS and even facial recognition but still nothing came. Roy was now holding his phone at ears length, whilst a high pitched screeching from Thea sounded on the other side. The scene was familiar for Dig and Sara but, in these morbid circumstances, it was impossible to crack their usual smiles at Roy's discomfort. Felicity winced as yet another needle broke her skin, just the thought of something sharp being stuck in her made her feel queasy. The foundry was tense, everyone's frustration becoming more and more apparent each passing minute. Exhaustion showed on them all, wearing them down; no matter how many tests they conducted on Felicity, there still showed no traces of anything abnormal.

Growing impatient, Roy grabbed onto her wrist, dragging the startled girl to the corner of the room. "Punch this," he ordered.

"W-what?" Felicity stuttered back, confused at Roy's instruction. Looking towards the others for support, she was met with shrugging gestures, "I don't want to. I'll end up breaking my hand. I don't care what crazy drug you say I have in me, I'm not risking it." Her face was adamant as Roy let out an exasperated sigh.

''FOR GOD'S SAKE, FELICITY! Nothing else has worked! We need to see if you have the physical effects of the Mirakuru in you. By punching this, we can see your strength," Roy cried, gesturing over to a metal plate discarded on the foundry floor. Felicity's only response was shaking her head repeatedly, causing the room to spin before her eyes.

"FELICITY! I am fed up, okay! I am tired and exhausted and just had to put up with a half an hour long rant from my girlfriend freaking out over the fact that Oliver's missing! You were the one that made him run so just hit the damn thing, alright?" Felicity winced at Roy's outburst; the jab about Oliver leaving was low, she could feel tears prickling at her eyes. Walking over to the piece of metal, Felicity made a fist. Putting her emotions aside, she felt the strength rising through her clenched fist as she threw it towards the target. What followed next caused even the Canary to shudder- the cracking of solid bone filled the room. As Felicity clutched at her broken fist and tried to control the searing pain flooding over her, Roy went to inspect the damage. A clattering noise sounded violently across the room. Directing her attention to it, Felicity saw the metal thrown to the ground, not even the smallest of dents showing. Suddenly, anger flowed through the petite blonde, the fiery substance pumping more violently as it quickly turned to rage against Roy. The suddenness took the group by surprise- they watched the fear as Felicity's eyes clouded with rage. A slow panic filled her entire body as she became paralyzed. She desperately clutched at the last strings of her self-control, but she was trapped, stuck in a body she couldn't control. Losing her inward fight, Felicity reached out her hand, the pain long forgotten about, and grabbed onto the startled red-hooded boy's throat. Pinning him against the wall, she lifted him upwards, leaving his feet dangling. She could feel the other's clawing at her arm, trying to get her to release Roy, but the force inside of her was focused on one thing only; killing. The strength of the Mirakuru made it impossible for the others to tear her away. The look of fear in Roy's eyes was parallel in Felicity's, barely noticeable behind the boiling fury.

"OLIVER!" Felicity blinked at the name, regaining a speck of her control. She could hear Sara repeating his name until it turned into some form of mantra. Felicity attempted to focus all of her attention onto Oliver, like Sara had taught her to overcome her fears. She had to gain control. Imagining he was standing in front of her, she focused on his face. Felicity imagined she could trace her fingers along his every feature. She felt his cleanly shaped eyebrows, and drifted her fingers downwards to rest on his warm cheeks. As the bottom of her hand brushed across his rough stubble, her fingers traced his soft lips into a smile. Felicity could feel her hand loosening and Roy squirming in her grip to escape. Forcing herself to continue, she pictured the moment their lips brushed each other's the first time, feeling the spark of electricity that quickly bonded them together. Finally she felt his smile pressed against her lips as they pulled apart, breathing each other in.

Stumbling backwards, Felicity regained her control, horrified by how close she was to killing Roy. No amount of apologies or words could ever make up for what she had done. She had wanted to kill him. If Sara hadn't said Oliver's name, she would have become her father. Terrified by herself, Felicity was left on the edge of reality, staring across the room, her eyes glazed over. She stood, frozen, her body trapped in the moment as a sharp numbness took control. She stayed motionless, not even flinching, too horrified to move. She could vaguely registered Diggle's firm grip on her arm guiding her over towards the bench and pushing her down until she was in a seated position. Minutes turned into hours in the blink of an eye. Felicity was consciously aware of the team's movements around her, plugging in various drips and taking blood samples but even at the sight of the needle she still didn't blink.

It started with a simple yawn from Roy but soon, one by one, the team's energy began to wane. Straining, Felicity could make out a few words from the group's hushed conversation on the other side of the room and, by the sound of it, it wasn't good news. Any trust or friendship she had spent the last few weeks building up, she had torn away in that one moment. She had tried to hide the look but Sara, Roy and Diggle had seen it; the look of a killer. Dig smiled sympathetically at her as he made his way over, placing a kiss on her forehead. His instructions were clear- she had to stay in the foundry. The team knew she had no control over whatever she had in her and she was a danger to the people of Starling City. Felicity knew it was true but it meant that she would be trapped in this cold basement alone and had no idea how long for.

It had been half an hour since the others had left, it was the first time Felicity had been alone since she had met The Arrow; the first time she wasn't near Oliver. A shrill ringing sounded from Dig's phone, the vibrations against the metal desk filling the room. Unsure whether to answer the ringing, she let the source of noise go to voicemail. When the ringing subsided a deep voice broke into the silence of the room.

"Hello, this is Detective Lance. I'm hoping this is John Diggle, the body guard of Oliver Queen. Look, I know my history with the boy, but I've tried his sister and no-one's answering..." At the sound of his name Felicity leapt across the room, this was the first she had heard of Oliver after he had run from her.

"I may not be particularly keen of the boy, but I'm phoning to let you know that there have been reports of him all across the glades. I have tried to approach him but he's not in his right mind. He just keeps repeating this one name, 'Felicity'. I have no idea who that is, but I think the years on the island are finally catching up on him. He's outside the café on the corner of 5th and the press are having a field day so you better hurry up!"

Attacking the computer keyboard with her fingers, Felicity hacked into the electronic lock to the foundry door and raced out into the club. Pushing through the heavy crowds of dancers and ignoring the pumping music, she raced into the night. The cool rush of air knocked her backwards, the speed she could now travel at startling her. She pelted through the streets, smiling to herself at the thought that, even with all his years of training, she might be faster than Oliver! It took her half an hour of running to reach the scene, yet her body hadn't slowed even once. Shoving her way past reporters with a new determination, she faced the grieving billionaire's back.

Nothing was clear to Oliver. Everything was blurred, all his thoughts jumbled up. The sounds around him blended together, his sight was a mixture of different lights in the dark sky, and incessant bright flashes. Then then strangest feeling came over him. The skin prickled on his pack, his hair stood on end. Oliver turned to see the source of his reaction. There, standing no more than 20 feet away, was a woman. The same woman he had watched die. The woman he had let die; the love of his life. Tears prickled at his eyes; was he dreaming? Was she really alive? Did that mean he had run from her when she needed him most? He took a tentative step towards the smiling figure, his feet carrying his numb body. Quickly he found himself running towards her. Unable to stop, he crashed into her delicate form, knocking them both to the ground. Placing one arm either side of her breathless body, he breathed her name incredulously.

"Felicity?"

Oblivious to the crowd and noises around them, he rested his face a hair away from hers. Running his finger across her face, he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. Not being able to stand another second apart, he plunged his lips onto hers. It was like a kiss from the greatest romance novel. The pair became overrun with emotions, from desire and passion to relief to anger. He moved his body closer to hers until they became one. Gasping, they pulled apart, but still not moving away from each other. A second later, the perfectness of the moment vanished.

Felicity felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders, tugging them apart. She tried to resist, but being this close to Oliver made her thoughts unclear and run wild. The cold air replaced his warmth as she was pulled away. She knew she wasn't in danger, she'd recognised the team instantly. The shock on Oliver's face was clear as they ushered him into a separate van from her. Oliver watched helpless, restrained by Detective Lance and Sara, as the van stole Felicity away from him. There were no words to describe his thoughts, and no answers to the millions of questions that tortured his head. Why would the team do this to him? He had just got the love of his life back and now she was gone.

A/N: Thank you so much for your support please keep reviewing and giving your ideas on the story I love to hear what you guys think. Also I am currently working on an olicity one shot which I will hopefully upload soon. Thank you!