A/N: Wow. Thank you for all the great reviews on chapter four. Of course I couldn't kill of Felicity! It is an Olicity FF after all. With lots of drama mixed in. I'm so glad you're all enjoying it. And don't worry. My plans for Malcolm Merlyn are in the works. The takedown will be good. Or at least I'll try and write it that way. Oh and I've got a short Tommy/Oliver/Felicity FF idea brewing in my head in light of the season finale so keep a look out. Anyway, chapter five is ready for you. Enjoy. And reviews are loved like always.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All the rights belong to the CW.

Chapter 5: He Won't Win This Time

"When did you realize you were in love with me?"

Oliver shifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Felicity, her head resting on his arm, her hair spread out around her like a golden halo. She pulled the blanket further up around her, snuggling closer to him as the sun started to rise and shoot rays through her apartment window. He stroked the side of her arm, sending goose bumps throughout. Her arm was lazily slung over his chest, its warmth radiating through him. He sighed and moved to look at the ceiling, thinking of a good answer that would win him a kiss. When he finally met her eyes again, he smiled.

"Do you remember when you asked for the night off from your hacker duties to go out with that guy? What was his name? Caleb? You said you met him at the coffee shop a block away from QC?"

She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip as she remembered. Oliver's eyes grazed over her and he looked away, back at the ceiling, when Felicity gasped.

"That was months ago!"

He laughed, his chest vibrating under her arm.

"I know! But I was too freaked out to do anything about my feelings!"

She laughed too, burying her face under the covers. He pulled them down and continued to smile at her.

"I can't believe you. All this time. You could've just told me. You can tell me anything."

He nodded.

"I know. Another reason why I love you so much. With Laurel, I had to choose my words wisely. With you there are no secrets."

She scooted up to place a soft kiss on his lips and he leaned forward to deepen it. Their legs became tangled under the sheets and she pulled away suddenly, the once bright smile on her face starting to fade into a frown.

"Did you regret it Ollie?"

He frowned too, one to match her own.

"Regret what?"

She face was masked in anger, something in her eyes becoming dangerous.

"Did you regret just letting me die?"

Oliver sat up suddenly, like more water had been splashed on him. He sighed and ran his hands over his short hair, realizing it was just a dream. He had been having a lot of Felicity filled dreams lately but this one had been more frightening than anything else. Her last words rang in his ears as he motioned to get up. Did you regret just letting me die?He shook his head; as if doing so would remove Felicity's echoing voice. His heart rate had started to slow down as he remembered something else. Something Tommy had told him only hours before: She's alive Ollie. Felicity is alive.He blinked away any sleepiness that remained and went to grab his cell phone. She's alive. I still have a chance. All I have to do is take down Malcolm Merlyn.He sees a few texts from Diggle and only one from Tommy, telling him his father's schedule for the next few days. He still hadn't made it to the warehouse and since all of his men were dead, there was no one to inform Malcolm that his prisoner had escaped. So they had to act fast. Oliver grabbed his keys and ran upstairs to the car Tommy left for him. Diggle informed Oliver that no one was at the Queen mansion, his mother at Queen Consolidated and Thea at her lunch date with Roy. He was dire need of a shower and a fresh change of clothes apparently. He drove quickly, breaking a few speed limits and drifting a few turns. What he wantedto do was hood up and rescue Felicity. She'd be safe in his arms within hours. But Diggle made it clear he was to stay away from Merlyn Global until a solid plan had been formed. As important as Felicity was, the threat of Unidec Industries' machine was much worse. If they didn't stop Malcolm, thousands would lose their lives. Oliver gritted his teeth, running a red light, as he thought of her tied up and at Malcolm's disposal. Just hang on for me Felicity. I'll be there soon.

Oliver parked a few blocks away from the mansion and found a way to his room without anyone spotting him. He showered fast and changed before ricocheting down the side of his house and back to the car. He was back at the Foundry only minutes after, a frazzled Tommy and a tired Diggle there waiting for him.

"Well?"

Diggle looked up and motioned to Tommy.

"She's still there. She's was being fed but she stopped taking the food."

Oliver's brows furrowed together. He knew she stopped eating as a way to rebel against Malcolm. But if she didn't eat, she'd die. And he already thought she died once. Hell would have to freeze over multiple times before he went through that again. He jumped up to sit on a nearby table and sighed.

"Has your father gone to see her yet?"

Tommy nodded, rubbing at his eyes.

"No. He has one guard that checks on her hourly and he stays stationed towards the back of my father's office, right in front of the secret door. When my father leaves for meetings and whatever, the guard stays there."

Oliver nodded as he processed Tommy's words.

"But you were able to get to her?"

Tommy was still rubbing at his eyes.

"Yeah. As loyal as that guy is, he's still human and humans still have to pee. I was able to sneak past and get your message to her."

Oliver was grateful to his best friend for risking his life to get to Felicity. But she knew now that Oliver was alright and he'd come for her. As soon as Malcolm was dead, he'd come for her. He met Tommy's eyes, his own full of question.

"Tommy. When I find your father…"

Tommy frowned.

"You're going to kill him. I know. And I understand."

Diggle was surprised at this.

"You…understand?"

Tommy sighed and turned to him.

"Yes. I do. And yes. He is my father. But I've finally realized that keeping him alive is just going to prolong the inevitable. My father will do anything to have his way. And no prison bars will stop him. He'll get out and everything will spiral out of control again. And besides…he stopped being my father a long time ago."

The Foundry was quiet as Tommy's words sunk in. As much as he cared about his father, Tommy's hatred for the man was stronger. All the pain. The suffering. It was his fault. And he refused to be bitter. If Oliver had his chance, he knew that Tommy would want him to take it. They spent the rest of the afternoon plotting and scheming. Malcolm was crafty and they all knew as much. They also knew that that taking down Malcolm was only the first step. Unidec's machine was still out there and none of the men knew how they were to disarm it. They needed Felicity. So their plan was this: Oliver was to take down Malcolm, Diggle was to save Felicity and get her back to the Foundry to disarm the device, and Tommy was to go to Detective Lance and convince him to help. If they failed at disarming the machine, Oliver wanted everyone in The Glades to be evacuated.

Night approached quickly and the younger Merlyn found himself in an interrogation room, Detective Lance rubbing at his temple absentmindedly.

"You mean to tell me yourfather is the Dark Archer?"

Tommy nodded.

"And he's trying to level The Glades with a device from Unidec Industries that creates a manmade earthquake?"

Tommy nodded.

"And The Hood is trying to stop him as we speak?"

Tommy nodded.

"And you want me to evacuate everyone in The Glades?"

Tommy nodded. The detective leaned back.

"That is quite a story Mr. Merlyn. I see why my daughter is so infatuated. You have a dramatic flair."

Tommy's eyes widened.

"You don't believe me?"

The detective shook his head.

"Give me a reason to."

Tommy grunted and turned to a bag sitting next to him on the floor. He emptied its contents, pictures and papers falling out haphazardly. Detective Lance leaned forward and examined everything in front of him, his eyes growing wider after each flip of a page.

"There's your proof Detective. Files. From my father's office. If you're smart enough to connect the dots, you'll see The Hood is the least of your worries. My father is. And he won't stop. So evacuate The Glades and keep Laurel safe."

He got up to go but stopped short at the door, turning back towards his girlfriend's father.

"Detective. I used to think The Hood was a criminal too. But he's putting a lot of effort into saving the people of this city. I think that makes him a hero. Doesn't it?"

The detective meets his eyes but isn't able to reply, Tommy turning and walking out of the precinct. When his phone rings, he brings it up to his ear as he climbed into the car.

"It's done."

Diggle disarmed the guard with one swift motion, sending his gun flying to the corner of Malcolm's office. He threw a punch towards his opponent's gut and he doubled over, pain spreading throughout his abdomen. Diggle found his opportunity and finished the job, knocking him out completely. He searched the guard's pockets and retrieved the discarded weapon before stepping up to the wall. Following Tommy's instructions, he lifted a small panel next to the light switch and entered a code. The wall started to shift, slowly rising. Diggle shot a look over his shoulder but knew no one would come. Oliver was right. Training was paying off. All eight guards on duty tonight were otherwise engaged, a terrible headache ready for them when they woke up. With the secret entryway completely open, he stepped through, his gun going up immediately. No guards were stationed and Diggle made his way towards the back of the weapons room, stopping momentarily to pack a few of them into a duffle bag. Oliver would need all the help he could get. When he found the other secret door Tommy mentioned, he entered another code and when the wall rose, he sighed when he saw the IT girl sitting in front of him. She looked horrible, her purple pajamas dried with her own blood, the bruises on her face still a sickly color. Her hair was pulled out of its ponytail, sticking up everywhere, and she was sans glasses. Her hands and feet were bound and Diggle moved to cut her free. She woke up and hazily looked towards the man crouching down in front of her.

"D – diggle?"

He shot her a smile.

"Hey there Felicity. It's so damn good to see you. How about we get you out of here?"

Oliver stood silent, completely hidden by the shadows. The gravel crunched underneath the guards' feet as they walked back and forth, guarding the front entrance. That made over fifteen total. Which meant Malcolm knew he had escaped. He smiled to himself, wishing he could see the face Malcolm would've made when he walked in and saw Oliver gone. He had already him scream, profanities rushing out of his mouth like a waterfall. He had then called in more guards, even though he knew he wouldn't need them. They were just collateral damage. A way to stall Oliver so Malcolm could prepare himself. Oliver loaded his bow, sending arrows flying into four different men. They dropped to the floor and Oliver took down another four in a matter of seconds. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, leaving a trail of guards in his wake. He didn't want to waste any time. His main concern was Malcolm.

When his target was in sight, Oliver dropped down, crashing through the window. He shot quickly, one body dropping after another. One by one, Oliver took them down, only leaving a single guard. He grabbed him by the front of his black suit, pushing him up against the adjacent wall.

"Where is Malcolm Merlyn?"

Oliver's grip tightened when a voice rang out from the dark corner of the room.

"No need to look any farther Oliver. I'm right…here."

Oliver knocked out the last guard and turned to see the Dark Archer makes his way forward from the shadows. He scowled at the older man, starting at him through slatted eyes.

"You won't beat me this time."

Malcolm laughed, a throaty sound, and stepped forward.

"I'd like to see you try rich boy."

That sent Oliver flying, the two men colliding in a flurry of fists. They threw punches and kicks, grunts sounding out every so often. They moved in a blur of black and green, lighting starting to appear in the windows of the warehouse's room. Rain started to fall and Oliver found himself crashing through glass and into the water soaked Earth. Malcolm had attached one of the chains to his belt, pulling hard and lifting him up and away. He blinked away water and got up, just as a door crashed open to his left, Malcolm stepping through.

"Face it Oliver. I'm stronger! You will never win!"

They hurdled towards each other again, resuming their kicks and grunts. Malcolm threw his fist towards Oliver's abdomen and he doubled over, his vision becoming cloudy. They continued to fight, two hooded men amidst the rain and lighting. Malcolm spun suddenly, his foot landing once again on Oliver's torso, sending him flying. He hit the ground, water splashing up, and couldn't find the energy to get up. He hurt all over. And he feared Malcolm would once again win. But then for a second, Oliver heard Felicity's voice: fight for me. He propelled himself upward, every part of him fighting for the girl he loved, and swung hard, sending Malcolm into the mud. He didn't get up and Oliver stalked towards him.

"Your plan will never go through Malcolm! As long as I'm here, your brand of evil will never thrive!"

Malcolm laughed, his head rising so that his gaze could meet Oliver's.

"Think what you want Oliver. But in the end, I always get what I want!"

He sprung up and lunged towards Oliver. When a gunshot sounded, Oliver feared he had been shot. When Malcolm turned around, his eyes settling on his shooter, they widened as he fell to the floor, dead. Oliver's hands grazed over his body, checking for any bullet wounds or blood. When he found none, he looked from Malcolm to the man standing only feet away, a gun still in his hands, his hair and clothes sticking to him like glue. Oliver moved to check Malcolm's pulse before moving to check on Tommy. His best friend was breathing hard, his hands shaking. Oliver took the gun from him and squeezed his shoulder, shouting over the noise of the rain.

"Are you okay?"

Tommy met his eyes and nodded.

"I will be. I'm free Oliver. He's dead and I'm free."

The Foundry was quiet, except for the rain pelting hard outside. Oliver rushed down the stairs with Tommy right behind him. They moved Malcolm's body to a place the police would find it and deem it a robbery gone wrong. Detective Lance continued to move people out of The Glades and though the device was still out there, there was only one thing on Oliver's mind. He threw his gear down on the table and saw her. He stopped as she turned to face him, still bruised but more beautiful than ever. When she smiled, his heart swelled within his chest and when she said his name, every part of him no longer hurt.

"Oliver?"

He rushed towards Felicity and wrapped his arms around her, only pulling back slightly when she winced from pain. He ran his hands down her body and then pulled away, starting into her eyes. Felicity. His Felicity. She was alive. She was here. She leaned in slightly, her voice only a whisper.

"I knew you'd save me."

He was so happy, he laughed, before bringing his lips down to hers and pulling her towards him once again. She was safe. She was alive. She was home.

YAY! Reunion! Chapter six coming soon lovelies. Stay tuned. xoxox