A/N: We're nearing the end! *insert gasps here* It's crazy. Just a few days ago I posted the first chapter. As always, I want to thank you for sticking around. There should be one more chapter after this? Maybe two? We'll see. Anyway, chapter seven is below. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or its characters. All rights belong to the CW.

Chapter 7: Starling City's Savior

Malcolm Merlyn's office held more than Oliver had expected. They spent the entire morning searching through the Merlyn mansion, coming up with nothing. They hit his office mid – afternoon and two hours later, they still hadn't found anything. He turned when Tommy yelled suddenly; pulling the drawer he was searching straight from the desk. Oliver straightened, making a move towards his frustrated friend.

"There's nothing here Oliver! If there's one thing my father is, it's clever. He took all the precautions needed in case something happened to him. Even in death, he's ruining lives!"

Oliver stood in front of him, placing both hands on his shoulders to steady him.

"Tommy. Calm down. We'll find it alright? We just have to keep looking."

Tommy shook his head and moved out of Oliver's reach, pacing back and forth.

"It's no use. It's not at the mansion and the only other place my father spend his time is here in this office. I mean, we even checked his car and there was nothing! Can't Felicity just disarm it with her super tech knowledge?"

Oliver laughed, shaking his head.

"No. She can't just use her…super tech knowledge. The remote can stop all this. It's small so it's easy to hide. We just can't give up. Now, I know you're feeling…every emotion possible right now but you've gotta stay with me buddy. Don't give up on me now. Don't be like him. Help me help the city."

Their eyes met from across the room and Tommy nodded.

"Fine, fine. We keep looking. But it's obviously not in this part of the office. You don't think he maybe kept it in that secret room where he was holding Felicity?"

Oliver turned towards the clean wall and moved towards it.

"Tommy you are a genius. What's the code to this thing?"

Tommy stepped forward as Oliver moved aside. After the code was punched in, the wall started to rise, revealing an intricate weapons room filled wall to wall with weapons of all kinds, for any Dark Archer occasion. Tommy's face paled as his eyes moved across the room, imagining what his father must've done to the people he killed. With those very weapons. He took a deep breath as Oliver walked around, trying to search for any sign of a remote.

"Anything Ollie?"

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing.

"No. Nothing yet. It's gotta be in here Tommy. If it wasn't at Merlyn mansion, or your father's car, or on your father's person, it has to be here."

They continued to search, aiming to leave no stone unturned. Twenty minutes in, Oliver's phone rang and he brought to his ear, relaxing a bit when he heard Felicity's voice on the other end.

"Oliver?"

He smiled slightly, marveling in the way just hearing her say his name made him feel invincible.

"Did you find it?"

He could hear Diggle moving on the other end and he motioned Tommy over before he put them on speakerphone. Diggle's voice came through, sounding anxious.

"Oliver…Felicity may have found something."

He leaned against the side of the wall, praying what Felicity found was exactly what they needed.

"The symbol in your father's book is the map of the old subway tunnel system."

Oliver looked to Tommy, his interest peaking.

"Yeah…it's what got us thinking the Undertaking was connected to The Glades."

Felicity continued, her voice becoming anxious as well.

"What if it's more specific than that?"

Oliver frowned.

"What do you mean?"

He heard keys being pressed before Felicity's voice returned.

"If I had a machine that could trigger an earthquake in an otherwise geologically stable area…where would I position it?"

Oliver straightened, his eyes meeting Tommy's.

"Underground."

He could tell Felicity was nodding.

"Yeah. So I pulled up a US geological survey of the tectonic plates running underneath Starling City. There's a red line here indicating a known fault that runs right below The Glades."

Both men continued to listen as Felicity's voice turned into Diggle's voice.

"About a mile the fault runs underneath the old tenth street subway line."

The voices changed again, Felicity back on the line.

"Dollars to doughnuts, the seismic device is somewhere along there."

Oliver's eyes widened.

"I know where it is. It's in an abandoned subway station near Papp Street."

Tommy's eyes widened as well, recognition flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know?"

Oliver turned to look at Tommy.

"That's where Tommy's mother was murdered."

Both lines were silent before Diggle came back on.

"Shouldn't we call Detective Lance?"

Tommy moved forward.

"No. If we can find the remote, it'll be over. Plus I already gave all the information to the detective and he hasn't evacuated any people. He doesn't believe me. He won't believe until The Glades are shaking from beneath the surface and building are falling around him. We'll find it Digg. Just stay safe."

He ended the call and Oliver watched him move quickly around the room, feeling the walls for any sign of a hidden compartment. Oliver wanted to say something, anything to help his friend, but he saw the determination and thought it best to get back to looking. He tucked his phone away and started to search again. Another twenty minutes passed before Tommy found a small crack in the otherwise smooth, steel wall off in the corner.

"Oliver!"

He turned and moved towards Tommy as he slowly lifted the cover off the compartment. There, sitting in red velvet, rested a small black remote, a red light blinking every few seconds.

"Tommy. You found it."

He sent a quick text to Diggle and watched as Tommy carefully lifted it up, cradling it in his palm.

"It's finally over Ollie. We did it. Now let's press this damn thing and end this nightmare."

His finger moved towards the remote but Oliver stopped him suddenly.

"Wait."

Tommy frowned.

"Wait? We can't wait Oliver."

Oliver took a deep breath.

"I asked Felicity to marry me. And she said yes."

There was silence between the two, as the words sunk in.

"Seriously?"

Oliver nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Will you be my best man?"

Tommy smiled wide, clapping his best friend on the side of his arm.

"Like you even need to ask."

The two friends, the two brothers, smiled at each other before directing their attention back to the remote.

"You ready to finish this?"

Oliver nodded.

"Do it."

Felicity was typing away, her fingers furiously flying across the keys. She was tracking Oliver and Tommy's whereabouts, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Diggle had gone out for food, which sounded ridiculous in a time like this, but they both realized they had to eat. Oliver had texted, letting them know they had the remote and would disarm the device. She had been able to track down said Markov device and now knew it was in the abandoned Puckett station, and was tracking its readings as well, the uneasy feeling now spreading throughout her entire body. The monitors started to beep wildly and Felicity's eyes widened.

"Oh no."

She flew from her chair and ran to get her jacket, before running up the stairs and towards her car, the blueprints of the device safely tucked under her arm.

"Did it work?"

Tommy's eyes rose to meet Oliver's. They had pressed the button, the red blinking light suddenly disappearing.

"I think so. But I'm pretty sure we should head back and find out from Felicity."

Tommy nodded in compliance and they dashed out of the room, remote still in hand.

Diggle paced the floor, unsure of what to do. The monitor was beeping, a large timer counting down thirty minutes. When Oliver and Tommy came hurtling down the stairs, he turned to them, his eyebrows pushed together in a frown. Oliver came to stop in front of him, most likely searching for his IT girl.

"Where's Felicity?"

Oliver's gaze moved to the computers and his eyes widened slightly when they settled on the timer. He rushed the computer monitors, pushing the chair aside.

"But…we disarmed it. Tommy pressed the button! It was supposed to be over!"

He slammed his hands down, the keyboard momentarily lifting off from the table.

"Malcolm sure is clever. One remote insuring one way to detonate the device. And only one way to disarm it. In person. Felicity must've seen the timer when you pressed the remote and she must've gone to Puckett station to shut it down."

Oliver clenched his jaw and noticed her comm. pushed off to the side, the blue light blinking. Frowning, he placed it in his ear and could hear breathing.

"Felicity?"

His heart started to race when her frantic voice came through.

"You can yell at me later Ollie but I had to do this. If I'm right, there's only twenty five more minutes left until this thing detonates on its own. It'll wipe out The Glades if I don't disarm it."

Oliver continued to listen, every instinct screaming.

"Felicity. Where are you in Puckett station? I'm coming to – "

She stopped him short.

"No! You stay where you are. If this thing blows, I want you nowhere near here!"

That's where Oliver drew the line.

"Felicity! You listen to me! I am coming whether you like it or not. I will not let you die down there!"

She continued to breath and he could tell she was fidgeting with the wires of the device.

"Oliver. I love you. But I don't want you here. Start getting people out. Evacuate The Glades and I'll handle this. I can – "

Oliver straightened, fear running through him.

"Felicity?"

Beeping filled his ears, along with hissing, like a machine was waking up, along with Felicity's ragged breathing.

"Oh no. There's an anti – tamper safe guard. I'm going to try to override it but…the timer. Oliver…there's only two more minutes left on the screen."

Oliver's eyes moved to the left monitor, two minutes blinking up at him. His heart stopped.

"Felicity get out of there. Do you hear me? Get out of there. Forget the machine. We'll do something. We'll figure something out. Just get out of there!"

She didn't respond and his voice became frantic.

"Felicity please! Please get out! I need…I need you to get out. I love you remember? Please!"

When she spoke next, he could hear the pain in her voice.

"I love you too. But I have to try and stop this. I have to try Oliver!"

He slammed his hands down again.

"Dammit Felicity! I refuse to let you do this! You have to get out!"

He looked to the timer: only one minute left.

"Felicity please. Please Felicity. I just got you back. We still have to get married. Remember?"

Thirty seconds left.

"I really wanted to see that ring."

He held back a sob, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"You would've loved it."

She laughed.

"Oliver?"

Ten seconds left.

"Y – yes?"

Five seconds left.

"I love you."

Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero.

"FELICITY?"

Oliver was breathing hard, no sound coming from the other end. His heart was still racing and he searched the monitors for any sign that she was alive. Tommy and Diggle stood behind him, their faces solemn. The timer continued to blink, the countdown over, and Oliver sighed in relief when her voice came through the other end.

"It better be a big rock Queen. I won't accept anything less."

He laughed, tears welling up behind his eyes.

"It's a deal Ms. Smoak. Now get your ass back to the lair."

"Are we ever going to leave this hotel room?"

Oliver smiled before tracing kisses on Felicity's bare shoulder.

"Sure we are. Eventually."

She laughed and pulled the sheets tighter around her, staring down at the Parisian streets. Oliver had his arms wrapped around her waist, his chest bare, and a towel securely around his hips.

"We're only here for a few more days and we've spent four cooped up in here. I think I've eaten enough crepes to last me a lifetime. You promised we'd see the Eiffel Tower today."

He's still kissing her, this time her neck, and she sighs. He points in the distance, never taking his lips off her.

"The Eiffel Tower is right there. See? I keep my promises."

She smiled, his voice muffled against her skin. She turns to wrap her arms around his neck before bringing his lips down to hers. Every kiss was spine tingling and this one was no exception. She leaned up, the kiss deepening, and Oliver swooped her up into his arms, making his way to their unmade bed. They fell in a heap of pillows, their lips never separating. Each kiss was filled with love, every moment as passionate as the last. When he pulled away, he stared into her eyes and couldn't believe how his luck had turned.

"I love you."

She smiled, biting her bottom lip like always.

"I know. I love you too. Now can we please go see the Eiffel Tower?"

He laughed and got up, pulling her along with him.

"Alright, alright. Go shower and we'll head out."

She clapped her hands together, excited, and ran off, leaving Oliver to stare out over the tree tops.

They spent a total of ten days in Paris. The longest first date Felicity had ever been on. But she smiled anyway, clutching Oliver's arm while they walked alongside sidewalk cafes and the cobblestone streets of Paris. It felt so perfect. So right. Like every dream she had as a little girl had come true. She couldn't even describe her feelings anymore. She couldn't put into words just how happy she was. And the Eiffel Tower was only their first stop. Oliver had promised to take her everywhere and he did exactly that. They kissed under the Arc de Triomphe, took a river cruise down the Seine, spent hours discussing art at the Louvre, stopped at the Champs – Elysees and the Luxembourg Gardens to people – watch and smile at children running around merrily in the sun, took a tour of the Palais Garnier, and Oliver watched as Felicity rummaged through every shelf in the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. They ate at Oliver's favorite places, sharing the best bottles of red wine Felicity had ever had. She was even able to go home with a substantial amount of new Parisian clothing, thanks to her billionaire fiancé. And when the trip was over and they were heading home, she knew that it was only the beginning. She stared down at her beautiful engagement ring and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She knew it wouldn't always be easy and that being with Oliver Queen would be more complicated sometimes than hacking into seven federal databases simultaneously but she was ready for it all. The good, the bad, the ugly…as long as they were together.

"Sad to be going home?"

Felicity smiled up at Oliver as he sat down next to her, wrapping her up in his embrace. The Queen jet flew over the ocean, only a few more hours from their destination. She leaned into his embrace, tucking her feet up underneath her.

"I know we'll go back again someday."

Oliver kissed the top of her head.

"Maybe we can take the kids. I'm sure they'd love the Luxembourg Gardens."

She shifted so he could see her eyebrows rise.

"Kids huh?"

He shrugged.

"Yeah. Two maybe. Three? It'd be nice for some little Queens to be running around. Mom would be thrilled."

She smiled and tucked her head under his chin. Moira Queen was one of the more ecstatic people upon hearing about their engagement. Though she didn't know Felicity like she knew Laurel, she accepted her soon to be daughter – in – law with open arms. They'd start to plan the wedding once they returned from Paris and Thea insisted they start with dress shopping as soon as possible. Even Laurel offered her help, something Felicity was grateful for.

"What are you thinking about?"

She sighed.

"I'm waiting to wake up I guess."

She couldn't see his face but she knew he was frowning.

"Wake up?"

She shifted again so she could face him.

"I mean…I've got to be dreaming."

He laughed as her grin widened.

"Funny. But no. Not dreaming. Fully awake. And mine."

Mine. The word rung in Felicity's ears and she leaned up to kiss him.

"And soon I'll be Mrs. Queen. You think you're ready to be off the market? Because the moment you say 'I do', millions of women worldwide will cry out in defeat."

He laughed again.

"I've been off the market for awhile Felicity. I'm ready to say 'I do' the moment this plane touches down in Starling City."

Felicity stared out the window, remembering the month following the almost destruction of The Glades. She had been able to disarm the machine in time and no one died that night. She made it back to The Foundry and into Oliver's waiting arms. He destroyed the machine and was able to shut down Unidec Industries. Tommy took over his father's position and was now happily running Merlyn Global Group, his relationship with Laurel also at an all time high. Moira and Walter were also doing well, both back at Queen Consolidated, running it side by side. Thea was set to leave for college sometime soon, her acceptance letters pouring in, but she promised to come back in time for the wedding while Diggle continued to work for the family, coming home to Carly and his nephew. Starling City was safe. For now. And as the plane continued to silently make its way back home, Felicity knew there was still a lot to do. There were still names to be crossed off. But right at this moment, she was happy and that's what mattered.

Hopefully this chapter was alright! I was a little 'eh' about it but you let me know. Last chapter will be up soon! xoxox