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THE NEW BRATVA CAPTAIN
Chapter 7
"Put him here," Robert told the men who carried Oliver inside. The room Robert pointed to was the same one where John had first treated Andy Diggle and Felicity after the blast at the restaurant. It was equipped with all the necessary medical emergency machines, medicines and furniture.
"John had called ahead after the back-up security team tailing the first security car John had assigned to tail you called him." Robert told Felicity to explain why he was aware of the situation and had taken command. Truthfully, Felicity was thankful for Robert being there, at the moment she was bordering between trauma and shock at what happened but was trying to keep calm throughout the car ride since she knew Oliver had needed her to be calm.
When Oliver had first been shot she had been startled, some of Oliver's blood had splattered across her face partially covering her glasses with blood. Before Oliver had fully blocked out he had pulled down Felicity on top of him, a conscious effort to further protect her from whoever was firing at them.
Felicity had just stayed under Oliver doing nothing but trying to shake him to wake up, unconsciously shouting his name unaware of the screech of tires and the panic of footsteps running around to secure the scene.
The whole travel back to the Bratva estate, Felicity remained focused only on Oliver, his head on her lap, her hands pressing down his shoulder as she was instructed to by one of the security men. She was aware of them, had followed everything they had told her to do but it was like she was floating throughout.
It was only when finally they had arrived back at the estate and the SUV had abruptly braked in front of the main entrance of the house and Robert had ran out to give instructions that Felicity had partially gotten some of her senses back that when Robert explained to her what was happening she had nodded but never let go of Oliver's hand.
She was there when Robert had patched up his son, cleaning his wound meticulously still holding Oliver's hand. She was there when Robert had applied the bandage around his son's shoulder. She was there soothing Oliver's brow as he had weaved in and out of a state of consciousness. She was there when Oliver had asked with a confused, 'Dad?" but then he had immediately fallen back to sleep.
In the end, Oliver had been patched up and was sleeping soundly.
Robert had taken a few minutes to just stare at his son before taking his leave reminding Felicity that it was not the time yet for father and son to reunite and that if he asked, she would say that it was just a hallucination.
Felicity had tried to reason with Robert saying maybe it was time to reveal himself to his son at least but Robert had been insistent. She had no recourse but to accept his decision on the matter.
Felicity was finally roused from her thoughts by the shrill of her phone and searched through her purse to grab her phone but not before checking who was calling her.
"Mrs. Queen," Felicity answered her phone almost in a whisper.
"Felicity, thank god! Are you okay? Is Oliver with you? Our security got an emergency call from his phone but when we reached the area the signal was last traced all they saw was his empty car and according to our security group, three men all dead belonging to your security detail. What happened?" Moira asked Felicity in a voice that was trying to stay as calm as possible despite the situation.
"I got a call, I was distracted. I was on the phone with John Diggle he just informed me that Andy Diggle was shot dead…" Felicity started to say.
"Oh my, Andy's dead?" Moira interrupted her shocked.
"ye…sss, by someone unknown in the parking lot of a supermarket. Oliver he took the phone from me and talked to John suddenly Oliver lost control of the car then someone started to fire at us. Oliver, he was shot, he was shielding me from whoever was shooting," Felicity continued.
"My baby, Oliver! How is he?" Felicity could hear the distraught in Moira's voice.
"He's fine now, sleeping. He was hit on the shoulder. It was a through-and-through. He's here in the estate. We thought it best to take care of cleaning his wound here rather than attract attention by bringing him to a hospital."
"Yes, that's quick thinking. Are you sure he's fine, resting?" Moira continued to prod Felicity, worry still in her voice.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm actually beside him right now."
"And you, how are you after everything that happened. Were you injured or hurt?"
"No, no injuries. Just a little rattled. But I'm fine now. I'm just concerned for Oliver and oh my God, Carly I completely forgot her. How she must be feeling right now what with what happened with Andy and the families of my security detail," Felicity started to hyperventilate with everything she now realized she had overlooked previously since her main focus had been Oliver.
"Felicity dear, I'm sure John is on top of it, it's his priority. But if he needs anything, if you need anything please Felicity, don't hesitate to let us know, we are Bratva, we are family all of us. I'll have Walter get in touch with John immediately to see how we can be of assistance. As for the bodies of your security team, our head of security for the Queen family will take care of it. We will make the necessary coordination with their families. I will have Walter also be on top of that. In the meantime, I will be making my way over to you. I need to see my son and I also need to see for myself that you are really unharmed," Moira insisted.
"Okay….thank you, Moira."
Moira brushed Felicity's gratitude away, "my dear, no need to thank me. We are family. I have already told you that before. Not only because we are Bratva and you are our Captain but because earlier this evening my son has made it perfectly clear not only to me but to the family and to the Merlyns that you are important to him on a more personal level. You are his girlfriend after all are you not?"
"Oh, umm" Felicity refused to confirm her relationship with Oliver despite Oliver already confirming it earlier that night during the dinner at the Merlyns.
"Now, now dear, I know everything is a little overwhelming right now. Just stay with my son, I know if he wakes up before I get there he would appreciate seeing your face. I will be there in a few minutes. I have to get off the phone to talk to Walter and update him on everything that has happened tonight," Moira said before bidding her goodbye.
Felicity had been seated staring absent-mindedly at Oliver's face. In truth, she had just shifted her appraisal to his face. After she had finished talking to Moira, Felicity had sat down beside the bed that Oliver hand occupied and found herself mindlessly staring at his naked upper body.
She had told herself it was her just making sure that the bandage on his shoulder remained tight and secure rather than ogling his well endowed naked torso. Oliver was injured, resting, now was not the time…no there should never be a time, unless…..Oliver and she were really together, together then and only then could she had the right to stare at her 'boyfriend' like he was a piece of heaven.
She was startled when she heard a moan coming from Oliver and then he started to slowly come back to consciousness, blinking his eyes open, trying to focus on his surroundings before his eyes landed on Felicity.
When he finally spotted her, he abruptly sat up his injured and throbbing shoulder forgotten, "Felicity, are you injured?" reaching out his hand to grab her hands before the fact that he was the one injured registered with him.
"I'm fine, perfectly fine. You're the one who was shot. You're the one who jumped in front of me and caught a bullet. How are you feeling?" she asked Oliver, transferring her hands to travel up his cheeks.
With his brain finally registering his injury, Oliver started to feel a little nauseous in the process he grabbed Felicity's wrists tighter than he had planned to, "I'm…."
Recognizing Oliver's dilemma, Felicity gently pushed Oliver back down on the bed, "don't be stubborn. You need to rest. Your mother is coming over in a few minutes. She heard about what happened and insisted that she come over and see for herself that you are fine."
As Felicity was explaining the situation to Oliver, he remembered what had happened earlier, the phone call from John Diggle about Andy….the sniper who fired at them killing the security team of Felicity and almost killing Felicity.
He questioned Felicity, "Andy?"
Felicity shook her head, "he's really gone. John's taking care of it, of Carly too. Your Mom said the Queen security team and Walter will take care of the bodies of my security team. So much has happened tonight. Even I can see that this was a calculated attack against the Bratva, first Andy and then us….me. I thought I was prepared for this, but apparently I'm not. This scared me. I don't think I can do this."
Oliver noted the beleaguered look of Felicity, the mask of strength and resolve she wore since he met her was crumbling and all he saw at that moment was a terrified and anxious woman. With his uninjured arm, he pulled her to him, "come here."
Oliver tried to move a little to one side of the bed to give her some room to maneuver as he placed an arm around her, "I know all these is scaring you, the world of the Bratva is dark and a lot of times loss of life is a consequence. You should never have been thrust into this world, that is why I was so against you and your anointing as the Bratva Captain. A perfectly good life tainted by the darkness of the Bratva world."
Felicity leaned further into Oliver's warmth but did not say anything as he continued.
"What I said, what I have been saying about you and I, I meant every word. I will protect you. I don't regret taking this bullet for you. You and me, I honestly can't explain why I have been quickly drawn to you when I finally looked pass my own stubbornness. But there is something here, something that I am willing to pursue between us. I can't promise you tomorrow because this," gesturing between the two of them, "this is something I never had before. I can only live in the here and now. And the here and now is screaming that I need you in my life, beside me. It's telling me that I care about you, deeper than I thought I initially did. If tonight is any indication, everything in me is telling me that I shouldn't let you out of my sight."
Felicity started to play with Oliver's fingers as a way to deal with what Oliver was telling her. Her heart was pounding faster with every word Oliver was declaring she was sure he could hear it.
Oliver gently grabbed her chin so she could look at him as he continued, "do you understand?"
Felicity searched his eyes for a few seconds before she nodded.
Despite their uncomfortable position, Oliver found a way as he cupped Felicity's neck and pulled her to him so he could finally kiss her. Felicity placed one hand on his cheek and the other propped up against the bed so she wouldn't put undue strain on his injured shoulder.
When their lips parted Felicity was first to break the silence, "wow, I imagined a different kind of first kiss."
Oliver leaned forward once again to kiss her temple before he responded smiling, "so you gave our first kiss a lot of thought."
Caught, Felicity blushed. "Not too much. Okay, maybe a lot more than just a little thought. I mean you're my boyfriend after all, and it goes without saying that we would kiss eventually."
"That's right. I'm your boyfriend and you are my girl. Don't ever forget that and I hope I cleared up any more apprehensions you may have about us. Seriously, you were overthinking it too much."
"You can't blame me. You are you after all, Oliver Queen. And I'm just me. You and me, we are unthinkable," she finished lamely.
Felicity's head was currently resting on Oliver's uninjured shoulder, her left hand still playing with his right one when Oliver answered her, "We aren't unthinkable. You just don't see the woman I see. The woman who has overcome every obstacle thrown her way with flying colors, a woman destined for greatness. A woman I am proud to call my girl," he said the last part with so much tenderness that it made Felicity almost tear up.
"Andy Diggle was shot and killed earlier. There was an attempt on Felicity's life after but my son got in the way and was shot instead," Robert started to conversation with Anatoly with a highlight.
"Мне очень жаль слышать о Andy. Он былхорошим человеком."
"Да, он был. Я думаю, что наш враг , те, кто изначально была меня убить панике , потому что мы недавно обнаружrили след, который в конечном итоге приведет нас к наконец раскрыть , кто они. Felicity was able to put together a virtual trail. That girl is very good at what she does. But I fear, her life is in danger because of how good she is," Robert said solemnly.
"Yes. I didn't think they would act so fast, catch us unaware. If there is one thing that is clear, the trail Felicity found is accurate. И они остановятся ни перед чем не обнаружено," Anatoly told his friend.
"I will protect the Captain at all cost, but judging from the events tonight I think my son is of the same thinking. I think to be able to protect Felicity and the Bratva itself, It's time I reveal myself. It will surely bring our enemy, my killers out into the open," Robert told Anatoly.
"We will not play into their hands. They did this with the sole purpose of tilting our hand. But you are right my friend, I am amenable to you revealing yourself to your son and your son alone…for now. You have said it yourself, your son protected our Captain, I am sure you realize there is a deeper meaning to that than just him being Bratva. I saw it coming a mile away when I was last at Starling City. That Oliver's strong reaction to the girl would eventually lead to something unexpected for them."
Robert almost laughed despite the seriousness of the discussion they were having, "so you planned for this."
"Ah my friend, the business of falling in love, you cannot plan for. You can just hope for the best. Let nature take its natural course. We had always agreed that Oliver Queen would take your place as the next Captain, he is trained for it. It is his legacy. Felicity being in the right place, at the right time was planned by destiny."
"One day my old friend, we will have a drink together and talk about how you pakhan even had the time to play match maker."
"Do you not agree with my choice my friend?"
Robert grinned at a past memory of his first meeting with Felicity Smoak, "oh, she had me at hello. She rambled a bit about me being dead. First time in a very long time someone made me smile."
"Yes, the girl really is something else. I know not everyone understands why I appointed her as the Captain. But those who encounter her up close do. The woman is one in a million."
"I think that pretty much sums up what my son sees in Ms. Smoak. It's agreed then, when I feel the time is right I will reveal myself to my son."
"He will understand why it had to be this way, old friend." Anatoly told Robert sensing a little regret and anxiousness in his friend not knowing how Oliver will react to him being alive all this time.
Moira entered the room quietly a little shocked to see her son embracing Felicity so tightly while both were asleep. She had been escorted to the door by one of Felicity's security but he remained outside the door.
Moira slowly approached the bed, her eyes now on her son and the obvious injury on his shoulder. Someone had already treated the wound. Next her eyes spotted the twined hands of her son and Felicity. While she had seen their interaction earlier in the evening at the Merlyn Mansion, it was only now that she acknowledged the truth that apparently her son and the new Captain were in fact together.
Touching, holding hands and the occasional kisses in public were one thing, but to continue to be in very close proximity, holding hands, having a quiet intimacy that the two of them where having in the privacy of the bedroom because this was really a bedroom was another thing. Moira felt like she was intruding and for her to think that knowing the kind of lifestyle her son previously led, that was saying something.
Oliver suddenly opened his eyes, sensing the presence of someone else in the room.
"Mom."
"My baby," Moira said quietly so as not to wake Felicity since her son put a finger to his lips and gestured toward Felicity.
"I'm fine," Oliver mouthed the words.
Moira finally moved forward touching his bandaged injury gently, "are you really?"
"Yes, it's a through-and-through, Felicity," Oliver frowned trying to remember how his wound was cleaned, "must have had help to clean the wound, I really am fine. Felicity however, tonight's events really took a toll on her."
Moira shifted her gaze to Felicity and couldn't help but smile, seeing the girl so peacefully sleeping cuddled as she was to the side of her son, "I won't stay long then. I know you need to rest too. So I take it you will be staying here for the next few days?" Moira knew her son enough to know after tonight, he wouldn't leave Felicity's side.
Oliver nodded, "either I stay here or she moves into the Mansion. I'll leave the decision to her."
Moira squeezed her sons arm before she exhaled, "Walter is helping John with what needs to be done. The Bratva is on high alert. Someone needs to inform Anatoly."
Oliver turned to Felicity and fingered strands of her hair that had gotten loose back behind her ear, gave her a quick kiss on the temple before he turned back to his mother, "Felicity is the right person to inform Anatoly, I'll wake her in a few minutes so it could be done."
Moira nodded giving Oliver and Felicity a wistful glance, "I'll be on my way then." Moira gave her son a kiss on the cheek, stepped away and turned to exit the room but turned back the last second, "and Oliver…"
Oliver gave his mother a knowing smile, "I know. I'll take good care of her. I think she might be the one."
No cliffhanger this chapter just a whole lot of Olicityness….
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I'm very sorry to hear about Andy. He was a good man - Мне очень жаль слышать о Andy. Он былхорошим человеком.
Yes he was. I think our enemy, the ones who originally had me killed panicked because we recently discovered a trail that would eventually lead us to finally uncover who they are - Да, он был. Я думаю, что наш враг , те, кто изначально была меня убить панике , потому что мы недавно обнаружили след, который в конечном итоге приведет нас к наконец раскрыть , кто они.
And they would stop at nothing to not be discovered - И они остановятся ни перед чем не обнаружено