Thank you for your response to these one shots, I'm really glad that people seem to be enjoying them :) I've changed the TV wording somewhat for the argument here, but the gist of it is the same. The first part of this shot will very much be what happened in the episode itself, but it will go on to change from that.
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Episode 2x10: Blast Radius - Oliver yells. Felicity takes it to heart.
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"What happened?" Oliver asked, marching into the foundry with his fist clenched tight around his bow.
"He's using cellular technology to detonate the bombs; clearly his expertise extends to scrambling that signal." Felicity replied, locking her hands together in front with her elbows resting on the desk.
"Felicity, your expertise was supposed to trump his." The vigilante countered, an accusatory note in his voice.
"Excuse me?" She responded quietly, turning slowly in her chair to face him, not quite believing that he'd just saaid that to her. "If you have something to say to me, Oliver, say it."
"People are dying, Felicity, and now more people are going to die because you messed up." He growled, "So, I would like you to pull your head out of Central City and get back in the game."
"Sure, right after you get your head out of your ass." She retorted, coming to stand infront of the infuritating man.
"Excuse me?" Oliver asked, moving ever closer to her.
Diggle - as much as he enjoyed watching Felicity back chat the boss - decided that this was his time to step in and stop them before somebody crossed a line.
"Alright," he started, "maybe we should just take a breath here."
"No, I wanna hear what he has to say," Felicity responded, though she didn't remove her gaze from Oliver's, "What was that crack about Central City supposed to imply? And, what else was it, 'more people are going to die because I messed up'?"
"When the first bomb went off, you weren't here. When the second bomb went off, you sent me the wrong way." Oliver hissed, voice low and anger filled.
"Yeah, after you didn't catch him in the first place!" She retorted, choking a little over her words as what he was saying to her really began to sink in.
"Don't blame me because you didn't have it tonight." He said, finally, instantly seeing the sting of his words as the hurt spread across Felicity's face.
"Are you saying it's my fault?" She questioned, quietly, withdrawing a little from him.
"Okay, guys, really. Time to stop." Digg tried to jump in, but again he was ignored.
"Are - you - saying. It's - my - fault." Felicity demanded, finally breaking out her loud voice.
"Yes, Felicity, I'm saying it's your fault!" Oliver roared, slamming his bow down on the nearest surface, "It is your fault for not being here, it is your fault for losing his signal, it is your fault that people are dying."
Felicity's gasp was the only sound heard in the foundry after that. Everything just seemed to stop for a moment, Oliver's words still hanging in the air.
It is your fault that people are dying.
your fault people are dying.
She felt like she was suffocating, tears welling up in the back of her eyes as she takes a step back, as if he'd physically struck her.
"I need some air." The blonde woman said finally. The sound of her black boots against the hard floor echoed as she walked away, not daring to cry until the door slammed shut behind her.
She didn't come back that night.
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"What was that, Oliver?" Digg demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Felicity was like a little sister to him and nobody hurt John Diggle's little sister.
"It needed to be said, Digg," The other man responded, "She was distracted and she messed the whole thing up. She nearly ran me into a damn bus, for pete's sake!"
"No, that didn't need to be said. Not a damn word of it. I was with her the whole time and the screen said that's where the guy was, how was she supposed to know it was wrong?" Diggle retorted, clenching his hands into tight fists.
"It was her job to know!" Oliver snapped, turning his full attention on his friend.
"And it is your job to protect the people of this city and that means putting your faith in us, Oliver. She did everything that she could to help you catch that guy and you thank her by coming in here and blaming her for the whole damn thing."
"Digg, I-" Oliver started.
"No, I'm not done. Felicity is the sweetest, most kind hearted person we know, and you just blamed her for the death of those people; how do you think she's going to take that? One of the things that she had that we don't is the knowledge that she's never been the cause of someone's death, and you just took that away from her!" John was fuming as he moved towards the vigilante, arms falling to his sides from where they had been crossed over his chest, his hands still balled into fists. "You may as well have just told her that she detonated those bombs; the idea that she killed them is already implanted in her head, anyway."
Oliver stood frozen in the middle of the room as he watched another of his friends turn and walk away from him, leaving him completely alone in the foundry.
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"Hello?" She sniffled into the phone, sinking deeper into her couch.
Felicity had gone straight home from the foundry and proceeded to break down into a tub of mint choc chip. She couldn't get over what he'd said to her, a part of her even went so far as to believe what he said.
You didn't have it tonight.
It is your fault that people are dying.
People ar dying because you messed up.
Your fault.
Your fault.
YOUR FAULT.
And maybe it was her fault. Maybe if she had been there to help instead of in Central City with a sleeping - oh, who was she kidding, a comatose Barry Allen, maybe she could have help stop any of this from happening. Myabe if she was more focused. Maybe if she'd tried harder.
"Felicity, are you okay?" John's voice came through the reciever, his concern for her evident in his quiet voice.
"Yeah, of course," She responded, but even as she said it a little sob excaped her lips.
A sigh travelled through the phone, followed by a brief moment of silence before Digg began talking again.
"You know he didn't mean any of it, right? He's just on edge with everything going on."
It took Felicity a moment too long to respond, confirming to Digg that she didn't know that, not for sure anyway.
"You want me to come by?" He asked, finally, not sure what else he could say to her that would make it any better.
"No, I'll be okay," She replied, "but, thank you for offering."
"You sure, it's really no trouble."
"I'm sure, good night, Digg." Felicity said, feeling a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Night, Felicity."
She tossed the phone onto the coffee table infront of her and went to take the final bite of her ice cream, grabbing the TV remote as she did to unmute her Doctor Who marathon.
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"How long are you going to stay with me?"
Before Rose could respond, there was a knocking at Felicity's front door. She paused the TV and waited, hoping whoever it was would assume she wasn't home and leave. That, of course, was not the case and the insesent knocking started up again.
Sighing heaily, Felicity stood from the couch, pulling her fuzzy blanket tight around her shoulder, and shuffled slowly to her front door. When she pulled it open and saw Oliver Queen standing there she imediately tried to close the door again, but he stook his foot out and stopped it.
He pushed lightly against the door in the hopes that she would open it fully for him, but no such thing happened. Sighing, he removed his hands from the door and stuffed them on his pockets, though he kept his foot wedged in the door.
"Felicity, can we talk?" Oliver asked, quietly. He'd been regretting what he'd said to her from the moment she walked away and was still trying to get over the fact that he had hurt her; not physically - he would put an arrow in himself if he ever so much as stepped on her toe, and that's only if Digg or Roy didn't do it for him - but he had hurt her all the same.
"I think you've said all you need to say for one night, Oliver." Felicity replied, hovering behind the door so only one half of her was in view.
"I'm sorry," he breathed out, and it hurt him to do so because he didn't ever want to do anything so bad to Felicity Smoak, he didn't want to ever have to apologise to her, "I didn't mean a word of it, I'm sorry."
She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes and nodded once before pulling the door open and indicating for him to come in. As soon as she did, though, she was surprised to find herself crushed against Oliver's chest, two strong arms wrapped tightly around her and his nose buried in her hair.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, "I'm so, so sorry. It wasn't your fault, none of it was, it's just that I..."
"You what, Oliver?" Felicity asked softly as she pulled back from him a little so she could look him in the eyes, one of her hands moving from the back of his neck to his cheek.
He sighed and leaned into her touch, closing his eyes momentarily, before replying, "I missed you."
"Missed me?" She questioned.
"Yes, I missed you. All the time you were in Central City the only thing I could think about was how I wished you were here. It made me realise how much I need you; my best friend, my partner."
"Oh, Oliver," Felicity whispered, moving forward again to pull him back into a tight hug, "I missed you, too."
They eventually moved to the couch, sitting side by side, sharing Felicity's fuzzy blanket.
Oliver pulled her into his side as they got comfortable, leaning close to her to whisper, "You're not going to leave, are you? The team, I mean. Please stay with us."
"I will, I promise." She hits the play button for the TV.
"Forever."
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Anyone who didn't catch that, there's a moment between Ten and Rose in Doctor Who where he says, "How long are you going to stay with me?" and she replies, "Forever."
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