A/N: So. That season finale? I used up three tissue boxes. Three. That's how hard I was crying. I won't spoil anything for those who haven't gotten to watch it yet but I just want you all to know that out of all the shows I watch; I will miss Arrow the most. I cannot wait for season two. Anyway, as always, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. I hope chapter two didn't disappoint. Here's chapter three. I feel like I'm updating too quickly but eh. I don't mind if you don't mind. I know I said in the first chapter that I want this FF to be at least ten chapters but it'll probably be shorter. I don't want to beat around the bush. It looks like there are going to be six chapters but that could change as inspiration strikes. This chapter is a bit short in my opinion but the best is yet to come. I'll update soon. As always, reviews fuel the inspiration. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Are you getting tired of me saying I don't own the show or its characters? The CW has that honor.

Chapter 3: Freedom

Oliver's eyes slowly opened, the sun pouring through the nearby window. He rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms over his head in an attempt to wake his muscles up. Saturdays had always been his favorite days. Even when he was a kid. He lowered his arms and sighed before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Grasping at its edges, he pushed himself upward, padding over to the television towards the front of the room. He quickly turned it on and headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He listened to the news as he brushed; only stopping momentarily at the sound of feet running in the hall just outside his room. He frowned and finished up before heading out of the bathroom and right into his wife. She staggered back and he caught a hold of her arm to steady her before shooting her his prize winning smile.

"Kids are up already?"

Felicity smiled and stepped into Oliver's embrace.

"Their father promised them waffles and cartoons."

Oliver frowned.

"Waffles and cartoons? I don't remember that promise."

Felicity laughed and stood up on her toes to kiss Oliver's waiting lips. The kiss sent tingles through them both and he brought her closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her small waist. When he pulled away, his grin widened.

"Good morning Mrs. Queen."

Felicity's smile matched his.

"Good morning Mr. Queen. You better get down there before the kitchen becomes a huge, colossal mess."

He laughed and grabs her hand, pulling her towards the door. They headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, their two kids already sitting at the island watching SpongeBob. Oliver placed a kiss on his daughter, Lily's head before moving to four year old Robert. Felicity was already starting to pull out the ingredients for waffles when he moved to help her. Lily and Robert laughed every once in awhile and Oliver couldn't help but smile. His life had turned out so much better than he had thought it would. He was able to hang up The Hood and marry Felicity. Verdant was still the hottest club in The Glades and Queen Consolidated continued to thrive. And he had two beautiful kids that had adoring uncles, Diggle and Tommy and doting aunts, Carly, Thea, and Laurel. Not to mention their loving grandmother Moira and caring grandfather Walter. Felicity nudged him and he turned to her, eyebrows rising in question.

"You okay?"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, Lily and Robert giggling behind them. When he pulled away, she was smiling.

"Perfect. I'm perfect."

The cold water was like a slap to the face. Except the feeling ran all the way down his body. He gasped at the contact, jolting upright just in time to see Roman step back, the large, now empty, bucket still in his calloused hands. He scowled and Roman shot him a smirk.

"Well good morning Mr. Queen. You looked thirsty."

Oliver wanted nothing more than to punch his face in but he was still tied up. He was still tied up. Malcolm walked in, this time in a more casual outfit. He seemed so…relaxed. Like he wasn't holding two people hostage in a warehouse out in The Glades. He waited as Malcolm stepped forward, smiling like always.

"Oliver. Nice to have you awake. I got worried after yesterday's little presentation."

Oliver continued to glare, his anger flaring at the mention of yesterday.

"You must really care for Ms. Smoak. It's quite touching. It's just a shame you couldn't do anything."

Oliver moved to say something but stop when he realized there were only three people in the room. Him, Malcolm, and Roman. His heart stopped.

Felicity was gone.

He struggled against his restraints, a daily thing for him now, and yelled at Malcolm.

"What did you do to her? What did you do to Felicity? Where is she?"

Malcolm's grin was malicious.

"Well…I disposed of her of course. Why else would I keep a dead body? The smell is awful. Trust me."

Oliver's eyes widened as the words sunk in. Why else would I keep a dead body? Everything broke down inside him. She's dead. My Felicity is dead. He killed her. Oliver was about to burst, everything hitting him at once. He didn't save her. He let her die. She was gone and he failed to protect her. Everything he wanted to tell her rested deep in his heart, words he would never have the chance to say. Felicity's smiling face flashed before him and a single tear fell from his eye. Felicity. I love you.

"Maybe now you'll understand Oliver."

Malcolm turned to leave, clearly seeing that what he did Felicity yesterday was the key to completely tearing The Hood apart. He finally broke Oliver Queen. When Oliver spoke, it was so quiet that Malcolm had to walk back towards him just to hear.

"What was that Oliver?"

Oliver's head rose, his eyes holding more anger than he had ever seen before. When he spoke, it was more of a growl than anything else.

"I said, when I get out of here, I will kill you."

Malcolm had to laugh at that, throwing his head back like it was the most humorous thing he had ever heard.

"Well that's nice and all but I'd like to see you try Oliver. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet your mother for lunch. She's dying to hear about your sudden trip to Italy I mentioned a few days ago."

And with that he stalked out, Roman behind him, the door closing heavily. Oliver let all his weight go, his entire body sagging in defeat. She was gone. And he never got to tell her. He stayed that way for the rest of the night, not able to bring himself to move. There was nothing left. Felicity was dead and Malcolm had beaten him.

It was early morning, maybe around two, when Oliver's ears caught the sound of running outside in the hall. He frowned, wondering what was going on. Gunshots went off and Oliver straightened, suddenly alert. He feared the worst, something that was new to him. More gunshots echoed outside and Oliver felt his chest tighten. What the hell is happening? When the door burst open, Oliver expected Malcolm. Or even Roman. When Diggle appeared, a thin layer of sweat on his face and gun in his hands, Oliver's spirit rose.

"Digg?"

He stepped forward and sighed before lowering his weapon.

"The last time I checked, Italy was much more cultural and had more women than this. And I take back all the jokes I made about you putting your trackers in your boot."

Oliver sighed in relief when Diggle shot at the chains and ropes holding him to the ceiling. When he fell forward on his knees, Diggle was there to catch him, propping him up against his own body. Oliver breathed in deep, his entire body tingling from being hung up for so long.

"When did you realize something was wrong?"

Diggle's face was serious.

"Malcolm Merlyn announced your spur of the moment trip to Italy and that already tipped me off. And then I checked in with Felicity and she hadn't been to work in a few days. Her supervisor told me Malcolm Merlyn called in a vacation for her. Another tip. So I decided to track you in hopes of finding both you and Felicity. But it took me way too long to crack her codes on the computers and when I finally did, it led me here. Where's Felicity so we can get out of here before Malcolm comes back."

He stayed silent and suddenly the room was incredibly cold. Diggle's eyes searched Oliver's stoic face.

"Oliver? Where's Felicity?"

Oliver stayed silent and a thousand different scenarios raced through Diggle's mind. And they all ended the same way. When Oliver finally looked up and met his eyes, what he said next stopped Diggle's heart.

"Felicity is dead."

Gasp! What just happened?! Chapter four coming soon…xoxox