Note: Hello everyone! I am so sorry for not updating sooner, but I've been very busy lately. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter of Hunted, which will give us a small look into the mystery that still is Smoak! :)
Enjoy!
WARNING: This chapter contains a memory which has a scene where a child is murdered. I know this can be a sensitive subject, so readers who don't want to read that can skip he cursive part of this chapter.
Hunted
Supernatural hunter Oliver Queen's latest mission's name is Felicity Smoak; a new born hybrid who has gone rogue and left her master. The new hunt brings unexpected twists and turns and when the young hybrid saves his life, Oliver realizes that there might be more to the girl than meets the eye. The hybrid might not be the biggest monster in Starling City and as their unexplainable bond grows stronger, he learns that you can't plan who you fall in love with.
Chapter 16: The Nightmares
"Felicity, I'm meeting with Thea for lunch," Oliver said, grabbing his suit jacket as he closed his office door. "Do you want me to get you anything?" He turned to look at her, noticing that her eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of her as she scrolled down slowly, clearly reading something. "Felicity?" he called out her name a little louder.
"What?" Felicity jumped, staring at him with wide eyes. Oliver suppressed the urge to smile a little at her when he realized that he had actually startled her.
"Are you okay?" he wondered.
"I'm fine," Felicity replied. Oliver couldn't help but give her a skeptical look. "I am," she insisted, as a grin spread across her face. "And you don't have to bring anything back for me, just tell Thea I said 'hi'," she said, returning to staring at her screen.
Oliver looked at her for another moment before sighing and heading out the door.
Felicity had been like this for the past week, ever since they took down the Dodger. In the lair she would spend most of her time yawning and rubbing her eyes and at Queen Consolidated she would act distant and distracted.
And Oliver, for one, did not like this at all.
Felicity was supposed to be his partner in this Arrow business and he needed her to be one hundred percent focused. Naturally, he couldn't blame her if she was still a bit shaken up by what had happened with the Dodger, but he missed the way she had been before. Nowadays, she didn't babble as much and Oliver really wanted to know what it was that was bothering her so much, besides the obvious trauma that she had endured that night. The fact that Norton had reminded her of her time in captivity and made her feel the guilt of having had her entire pack killed just because they had wanted her to submit to the Master… It made something in Oliver's chest ache.
Then he recalled that night that the two of them had left Queen Consolidated together; when Maya and Dave had attacked them. Despite the fierceness of Felicity's attack toward the vampires, she had still shown compassion and not been able to kill them. Oliver worried that Felicity's actual innocence when it came to killing the Dark Ones was going to become her eventual downfall.
Once again Oliver's chest constricted at the mere thought of losing Felicity. He swallowed thickly as he reached his car, entering the driver's seat and pulling out of the Queen Consolidated parking lot. There was no way in hell that he was going to lose Felicity. No matter what happened, he would protect her with everything he could.
'I've slept on worse too,' he remembered her words from that night that he had slept down in the Foundry with her. He had been talking about his time at Lian Yu and memories of pain and suffering that he would never be able to forget. Felicity had already shared that she had been tortured by her captors, but Oliver wondered just to which extent. At the same time, he knew that he couldn't just overlook the flinch that had been the only the sign that Felicity had been scared, or uncomfortable the night that the Dodger had taken her. Oliver wondered what that was all about. Norton had talked about Felicity and her wolf form as if he had seen her turn. He had called her majestic, his voice sounding almost as if he had been half in love with it. Oliver wondered how much more there was to the Dodger story that Felicity hadn't shared and as he finally pulled up at the restaurant that he had appointed to meet up with Thea at, he realized that he wanted to be the one that Felicity shared this with.
Oliver found Thea at their usual table and after greeting with a hug, the two ordered their food and drinks. As Thea talked to him about how things are going for her in school and with her boyfriend Roy, Oliver's mind kept going back to the hybrid that seemed to have completely taken over his life.
"Hey, where are you?" Thea suddenly asked as they finally had gotten their food and started eating.
Oliver looked up at her, dazed, "Hmm?"
Thea giggled, shaking her head, pointing her fork at him in an accusing way. "You were like a million miles away just now," she stated. "Where were you?"
Oliver contemplated the question for another moment, his mind filling with the image of blue eyes that glowed golden from time to time. "Have you been talking to Felicity lately?" he blurted out suddenly, receiving a strange look from his younger sister.
"You are aware of the fact that Felicity is your Executive Assistant, aren't you?" Thea countered, clearly amused. "You probably spend more time with her than I do."
"True," Oliver said, not being able to argue with her on that point. The thing was that Thea didn't even know that he basically spent every waking moment with the blonde woman, even after work. "I just thought that she might have spoken to you or something..."
"Why?" Thea wondered. "Did something happen between the two of you?"
"No," Oliver shook his head, keeping his face neutral.
"Is that the problem then?" Thea asked bluntly.
"What?" Oliver frowned, not understanding what she was getting at.
"I mean, do you want something to happen between the two of you?" Thea rolled her eyes at him. "I mean Tommy and I are already convinced that the two of you should get married–"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Oliver raised his hands, his eyes wide. "Who ever said anything about marriage?"
"I did," Thea grinned. "I mentioned to Tommy how incredibly cute your babies would be and let's be honest, Ollie, you aren't exactly getting any younger and I want nieces and nephews soon!"
Oliver stared at her with a horrified expression, even though deep inside he felt… Bubbly?
Was that even a word? Hearing Thea talking about him and Felicity in that manner confused him to no end because quite frankly, he couldn't exactly deny that he was slowly developing deeper feelings for his partner. Sure, those feelings might not be of the romantic sort – or at least he was still telling himself that – but hearing Thea talking about him and Felicity tying the knot and having kids made him feel all strange inside. That strangeness though made him want to change the topic and never bring it up again.
"And how are things with Roy?" Oliver asked, taking a bite from his chicken.
Thea rolled her eyes at him again. "Change the subject all you want, big brother, but I swear to you that some time within the next six months, you and Felicity will be crawling all over each other. I'm calling it now and when you two admit that you love each other, you're going to owe me a day at the spa with your beautiful lady friend so that I can tell her that I told you so."
-§-
After finishing lunch with Thea, Oliver decided to call Diggle instead of going back to the office. The two of them agreed to meet up earlier down in the lair so that they could get some workout in before tonight's patrols and Oliver called Felicity to inform her that he wouldn't be returning to Queen Consolidated today. She didn't question him, telling him that she just needed to get some papers sorted and that she too would be joining them at the Foundry soon enough.
As soon as Oliver arrived at Verdant, he checked in on Tommy who was trying to make sense of some numbers in his office. His friend told him that he would be very busy tonight because he had some dinner with Laurel's parents as well and Oliver didn't tell him that he was kind of glad that Tommy wouldn't be in the Foundry to join them this very night. In fact, Oliver had never really been quiet about his dislike for Tommy getting involved in the secrecy and whatnot. Even though Felicity liked having someone around to teach some of her computer stuff to, Oliver didn't like the fact that it implied to her not always being there. Then there was the fact that Oliver in general didn't want Tommy to start putting his life on the line for a mission that he had started when he had returned from his five years in Hell.
When Oliver finally got down to the lair, Diggle was already there, changed and ready for a fight. Oliver just greeted him fleetingly before removing his suit and putting on a pair of shorts to work out in and before Diggle could even state that he had just changed in front of him, Oliver had thrown a bo-staff at his friend and begun with the exercise.
Half an hour later, Diggle let out a grunt as Oliver once again managed to hit him between his shoulder blades. "What the hell's got you so damn frustrated, man?" Diggle asked, his breath coming out in half-angry puffs. Oliver knew that he wasn't mad at him, but rather at himself for not being able to get the upper hand on Oliver even once tonight.
"Felicity," Oliver admitted, his thought of the blonde slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.
At the mention of the hybrid's name, Diggle stopped and his expression changed into one of worry.
"I've been planning to talk to you about her," Diggle admitted, lowering the staff in his hands. "Is it just me or is there something off with her?"
"You mean the fact that she's so lost in thought that she can't seem to focus on anything around here?" Oliver bit out. "Yeah, I've noticed."
"It's not just that," Diggle stated. "She seems half-terrified while she's down here working too. Whenever you're out on the streets, she's all twitchy and she never used to be that way before."
Oliver contemplated this new revelation, finally realizing that he would have to talk to Felicity about this. "Do you think you could maybe take patrol tonight?" Oliver asked Diggle. "I can stay with her and monitor and then maybe I can see if I can talk to her about it."
"You think it has anything to do with what happened last week?" Diggle wondered.
"Maybe," Oliver nodded. "Her encounter with the Dodger might have triggered something inside of her that she had been suppressing."
"You would know more about that than anyone else," Diggle agreed, giving Oliver a look when he looked at him strangely. "Don't look at me like that. Unlike you, I faced my ghosts and my demons a long time ago after I returned from my last tour. I don't have anything weighting on my shoulders that I haven't talked about with the people that I have close."
Oliver recalled the few times that Diggle had told him his war stories. Whenever he did, the older man seemed to be comfortable enough to talk about what had happened back then without getting lost in thought as Oliver often would when he remembered Lian Yu or the other places he had been in during his five years away.
"It's okay, Oliver," Diggle finally said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I'll take patrol and then head home so that the two of you can talk."
"Do you think it's a good idea then? To just talk to her about it?" Oliver wondered.
"I think the two of you have been growing closer over these past couple of weeks and I think it will do you both good to maybe have a heart to heart," Diggle told him.
"John," Oliver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"And by 'heart to heart' I of course mean a completely platonic one," Diggle added, sounding half amused and perhaps even a little teasing.
"Diggle," Oliver said sternly, sending him a look that he hoped told the older man to tread lightly. Considering the conversation he had had earlier with Thea and now this all, Oliver suddenly felt as if he might not have been very good at masking the emotions he may or may not have started to feel towards the hybrid that he now depended on.
"Whatever," Diggle shrugged. "As long as you don't get in a fight and destroy the Foundry, I'm not going to say anything."
-§-
Oliver stared at the monitor in front of him, cringing when he heard Felicity yawn loudly for what felt like the hundredth time this past half hour. Ever since Diggle had gone out on patrol, Oliver had been sitting next to her by the computers, keeping watch through the street cameras that Felicity had hacked as well as the police radio. He had pulled on his leather pants and the black T-shirt he usually wore under his hood, just in case he would need to go out if there was an emergency. However, it seemed like tonight was a calm night, for both Nightcrawlers as well as other ordinary criminals.
"Switch to the one of Black Rose," Oliver instructed. Felicity complied, pressing a couple of keys on the keyboard, changing the camera being displayed.
"You did a good job installing that one," Felicity pointed out. "I mean, the Police took down their own a long time ago – You know, when the corruption of the police force started. – but the camera you put up is so small and well hidden than not one of those bad guys down there is ever going to notice it."
Oliver glanced at her as she finished her babble. He took in the bags under her eyes and listened to the next loud yawn that she let out.
"Maybe you should head to bed a bit earlier?" Oliver suggested before he could stop himself.
Felicity turned to look at him, her blue eyes surprised. "What?" she asked.
"You look a bit tired," he stated. "Diggle will be done soon with the patrolling and I know how to check the different cameras. If something turns up, I'll wake you up. Promise."
At the last word, he noticed how Felicity's mouth twitched, curving upwards slightly in an uncertain smile. He forced himself to reciprocate the smile, surprised to find that it wasn't as hard as he'd initially thought it might be.
"Are you sure?" Felicity bit her lip. "I can stay awake, it's no problem really."
"Felicity, please," Oliver said, looking into those blue eyes of her that really showed how tired she actually was. "Just go lay down for a bit and get some rest."
She seemed to hesitate only for another moment before finally nodding. "But you'll wake me up if there's something going on," she threatened, raising a finger at him.
"I swear," Oliver nodded, keeping his face straight.
"Okay then," Felicity nodded again, heading over to her cot, laying down and not bothering to change. Oliver figured she thought of it as a small nap, but from the sight of her exhaustion, he knew that she would be deeply asleep before he could even count to ten.
He watched her, silently as she laid her head down on the pillow.
He didn't even get to six, when her first small snore left her lips.
-§-
The chains around her ankles were digging painfully into her skin. The wolfsbane soaked ropes burned her wrists. Her hair was caked with dried blood and one of her eyes was swollen almost completely shut. She could taste the copper in her mouth and feel the cool breeze of a draft against her almost completely nude body.
They had left her in a pair of cotton boxer shorts and a tank, nothing more. Her body was littered with cuts from where they had taken turns at her; torturing her just to get their will forward. She had not broken and she would not break. She would not give them the satisfaction of being able to say that they had torn her down and made her submit.
Wait.
The draft.
Felicity flinched internally, knowing what it meant. The door to her cell had been open, which must mean that they were now inside. She had forced herself so deeply into her own mind that she hadn't even registered them at first.
"Change of plans, Ms. Smoak," Winnick Norton informed her, eyes glowing as he stepped toward her, grabbing her chin between his forefinger and thumb.
Felicity tried to force herself to keep looking at the dirt below her, but the monster forced her to look into his eyes.
"You've fought the Master for far too long," Norton said. "Just the fact that he brought in someone as sophisticated as me to help with your submission… That's saying a lot."
"I will never submit to him, or to anyone!" Felicity spat, eyes glowing as she growled at the monster.
Norton's lips formed a cruel smirk. "I've decided to change tactics," he said, releasing her chin. Felicity snarled at him, the animal inside of her making her pull at her restraints. For the first time in her life, she was ready to kill someone.
She watched as the cell door opened yet again and this time two hybrids entered the small dungeon...along with little Jimmy.
Felicity's heart plummeted down to her stomach and her chest constricted. No.
"'Licity?" Jimmy whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks. Felicity stared at the little boy, no older than five and her throat suddenly felt thicker.
"What are you doing?" she asked, mouth dry as she watched Norton step towards the little boy, placing his hand on top of his head.
"It seems as if torturing you didn't do much good," Norton mused sadistically. "I figured that you might give in if we have some fun with someone else..."
"No!" Felicity screamed, tears stinging in her eyes as she saw the glint of a knife appear. Jimmy was crying openly, saying her name over and over again. "He's just a boy! A child! He hasn't even turned into a wolf yet! Please just leave him alone!"
"There is a solution, Dear," Norton hissed, grabbing Jimmy by the hair, yanking his head back, his knife settling at the base of the boy's throat. "Turn," the monster said.
"I- I..." Felicity stared at Jimmy, whose eyes were shut tightly. "Please..." she finally sobbed. "I'll do anything– I'll turn, just… Just don't hurt him."
Norton smirked, but Felicity focused on little Jimmy. The boy was trembling as he held in a sob, not daring to move because of the knife that was still pressed against his throat.
"Look at me, Jimmy," Felicity cooed, trying to calm her voice as tears fell down her cheeks. "Focus on my voice."
The young child opened his eyes that had been shut tightly, green irises meeting Felicity's blue ones.
"Everything is going to be okay," Felicity said, forcing herself to smile.
Norton snorted, "Yes. It will be."
Slash!
"No!" Felicity screamed, sobs wrecking her body as she watched Jimmy be thrown to the floor in front of her, blood oozing from his throat. His eyes were still wide open when his breathing stopped and Felicity forced herself to look away from his dead body.
She felt her restraints being removed, her knees hit the dirt floor as she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. Moving toward the little boy, she placed his head in her lap, crying over his body as she brushed his hair from his face with trembling fingers, her tears falling on him.
Her anguish at seeing the innocent child murdered in front of her eyes slowly began fading into something else entirely. She tightened her grip on Jimmy's body slightly when she heard one of the hybrids move closer to her. There was ringing in her ears and suddenly a familiar warmth began to fill her. The pain was turning into anger, and her anger was turning her.
She had sworn that she would submit; sworn that she would turn into a wolf and let them give her whatever it was they gave people when they turned them. But Norton had killed the innocent child anyway and now Felicity knew that deep down, she would never forgive herself if she just gave up her soul to the monster who was doing this.
She lifted her head as she stood up slowly, eyes glowing as she felt her bones begin to break.
-§-
"No, no, no!" Felicity screamed, twisting and turning on her cot.
"Felicity, it's just a nightmare," Oliver whispered. "Wake up." He tried to put his hands on her shoulders to keep her still, but she shrugged him off with her supernatural strength.
"Jimmy, no!" Felicity cried, tears streaming down her face as she pushed at Oliver.
"Felicity!" Oliver called loudly, shaking her form when he noticed that her claws were beginning to extract from the tips of her fingers. If she continued having this nightmare, he didn't know what was going to happen. Briefly, he glanced over toward his bow and arrow, wondering if he should have a weapon close by, but as soon as the thought had crossed his mind, he forced it away. This was Felicity.
"Felicity, please wake up," he said again, leaning down so that he could speak directly into her ear. Her hands that had previously been clutching the bed moved to his upper arms, gripping him so tightly that he was sure she was drawing blood. The erratic breathing slowly calmed though and the pain he had felt on his arms began to gradually fade, replaced by a light stinging. He whispered her name in her ear again, quietly willing her to wake up. His nose brushed against her cheek and he honestly felt almost like a creep for inhaling through his nose, taking in her scent. It was almost as if he could sense her terror and it made him sick to his stomach.
Suddenly, Felicity shot up from the cot, a half-strangled cry escaping her lips. Oliver pulled back quickly so that she wouldn't hit him, but he was still sitting on the small bed next to her as Felicity let out a couple of harsh breaths, her eyes glowing golden.
"Shh..." Oliver said, reaching for her cheek. He brushed away strands of hair from her face, forcing her to look at him. "It was just a dream," he told her again, his voice calm even though his heart was beating loudly. Felicity breathed out harshly, turning her head into his neck. For a moment, a slight fear gripped him when he felt something sharp graze his neck. He froze, thinking that she was trying to bite him, but then he felt her nuzzle her nose against his skin instead. Something cold slipped down his skin and he realized that they were her tears. That knowledge only made him hold on to her tighter.
"You're going to be okay," he told her. "It's going to be all right."
"Oliver," Felicity cried, squeezing her eyes shut as she held him close to her.
"I'm here," he repeated, softly kissing the top of her head. "It was just a nightmare."
Minutes that felt like hours passed. Oliver kept holding on to Felicity as she cried against his chest. Her sobs turned into soft cries before finally turning into sniffling. Not knowing what else to do or say, Oliver just rubbed her back and held on. Whenever Felicity was ready, he knew that he would be there to listen to her. As he felt Felicity relax against him, Oliver wondered to himself whether the woman had fallen asleep in his arms. Just as soon as he had thought it though, Felicity's grip on his shirt tightened slightly and she lifted her head to look at him, eyes still filled with tears.
Oliver breathed out, not finding any words to say. He wanted to ask her what she had dreamed about, but at the same time he didn't dare risking pushing her away.
"I'm sorry," Felicity finally broke the silence.
"Felicity," Oliver sighed. "There's nothing to be sorry for."
Felicity shook her head, looking away from him. "I never wanted you to know," she told him.
"About the nightmares or about Jimmy?" Oliver asked bluntly, regretting it the moment he saw her flinch. "Sorry..."
"No, it's okay," Felicity said. "I would have told you sooner or later… I just never knew where to begin."
"How about when the nightmares began? I've slept down here before and you've never..." Oliver trailed off, not sure how to tell her that he had become so aware of her that even when he had slept down in the lair with her he had woken up by the slightest movement she had made. How was he supposed to tell her that he somehow felt it in his heart when she so much as frowned in her sleep?
"After the Dodger," Felicity admitted. "I… I suppose that I maybe should have told you that I knew him from before."
Oliver nodded slowly, rubbing Felicity's arm. "I figured as much from how he was talking about you," he told her. "Was he there when you were turned?"
"He was one of the monsters who tortured me," Felicity said. "He was the one who finally made me turn into a wolf so that they could inject me with that serum or whatever it was that they used to turn me into a wolf."
"I don't understand," Oliver frowned.
"A werewolf needs to be in his or her wolf-form when they are injected with the Master's serum. Whatever it is made out of, there must be at least a drop of His blood in it for the werewolves to be sired," Felicity explained. "Norton made me turn into a wolf, even though I had been refusing for months."
"You could stop your transformation?" Oliver asked, this time feeling something akin to awe and pride toward his friend.
"I had learned to control myself better through sheer stubbornness," Felicity shared and Oliver almost smirked when he noticed how her lips curved upwards slightly. "Of course, that was what lead to my entire pack being killed in front of me."
"Felicity, it wasn't your fault," Oliver tried, but Felicity shook her head.
"Oliver, there were kids involved… Jimmy, he–" She cut herself off, swallowing thickly.
"Who was he?" Oliver asked quietly after another moment.
"He was just a little boy," Felicity said. "He was nowhere near turning and Norton– He slit his throat in front of me, after I promised him that everything would be okay. The last thing he heard was a lie that came out of my mouth, Oliver. How am I supposed to live with that?"
A tear slipped down her cheek again and this time Oliver reached up to wipe it away. He kept his hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "We can't keep living in the past, Felicity," he told her, knowing that he was being a hypocrite for saying such a thing. "I'm sorry about everything that the Master and his people put you through and I'm sorry about Jimmy and his family… I'm so sorry that all of that happened to you, but–" He took a deep breath, not really knowing how to say it without sounding awful. "All of those things. All of those mistakes and all of that heartache… They made you the woman that you are today," he said. "And the woman that you are today is the woman who is going to bring down the monster that calls himself the Master and she is going to save thousands and thousands of innocent people, along with wolves who never wanted to be a part of the things that are happening now. I understand that you're hurt and angry – I am too about a lot of things that happened to me over the years – but please, don't be afraid to share your pain… At least not with me."
He took a shaky breath, looking down at her where she remained in his arms, looking up at him. His heart was beating wildly in his chest again and he felt goosebumps spread across his skin when Felicity moved a little closer to him, her face inches from his. He could feel her hot breath against his lips and for a second, he let his mind wander to those dreams that he had had about her in the beginning of their relationship. His eyes felt incredibly heavy all of the sudden, his mind registering that during this entire conversation, Felicity had been in his arms, in his lap, and so close to him that her body heat was spreading to him.
Her hand rested above his heart and she leaned just a little bit closer. Oliver's breath hitched in his throat because he didn't know what she was going to do. For a moment, he tensed and he was certain that Felicity felt it because she stopped moving, her eyes narrowed as she searched his eyes. It felt as if years passed and she just looked at him before sighing, almost to herself, before finally lowering her head onto his chest, pressing her forehead to where her hand had rested a moment ago.
"Don't be afraid to share your pain either, Oliver," she told him, her lips brushing against his skin, making him feel warm all over. "Everything you just said, applies to you as well. If you ever need to talk, I'm here, and I promise you that I'm going to be more open about things that are bothering me from now on…"
"Good," Oliver spoke, his voice husky. "And thank you."
He felt Felicity smiling against his chest and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her just a little.
"What a pair we are," Felicity mused quietly. He wasn't even sure he had been meant to hear her. "A broken hybrid and a damaged hunter, taking comfort in each other… As friends..."
Oliver felt as if she had added that last part just so that things between them wouldn't become awkward. He didn't know how he felt about it though, because a part of him felt like this thing between him and Felicity had surpassed friendship a while ago.
"I never would have expected this, when I let you join our team," Oliver said. "I never expected you to become so important…" To me, was left unsaid, but he hoped that Felicity understood him.
Her arms wrapped around him and he felt her press a kiss to his heart, "You are a good man, Oliver Queen."
"You are an amazing woman, Felicity Smoak," Oliver returned, pressing his lips to the top of her head again.
They stayed like that for a good while, not speaking about anything. Oliver held on to Felicity until she finally began drifting off to sleep again and when he was sure she had fallen asleep, he laid her down on the cot again. He couldn't just leave her though, so instead he texted Thea and told her that he wouldn't be coming home tonight. Glancing over at Felicity, who seemed to have finally fallen into a dreamless sleep, he got himself settled on the med-bay again. A part of him wished that he would have had the courage to sleep next to her, but he wasn't sure that he was ready for that. No matter how close he had gotten to Felicity, he knew that a part of him felt something more for her. He wasn't ready to explore that yet and honestly, he wasn't sure he ever would be. There was no way of knowing for sure what was going to happen when they finally confronted the Master and so many things could change or go wrong alone the way. It was better to keep a safe distance between himself and Felicity, at least for a little while longer. If anything, it was for her own protection.
No matter how many times he told himself that he would open up more to the people around him, he always ended up pushing them away in the end because it was easier than letting them in. Felicity had gotten close and he knew that he wanted to share his past with her, but he just couldn't bring himself to think about it sometimes. He knew though, that if he ever had one of those days that all he could think about was Lian Yu or Hong Kong or Russia, he would tell her as much so that she wouldn't think that he was having any problems with her.
Oliver sighed, looking over at the blonde hybrid who was sleeping across the room. She looked so peaceful now. Beautiful, even.
With that final thought in his mind, Oliver closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.
Note: Awww... Oliver... And Felicity is breaking my heart! What did you guys think of the little glimpse into her past? And then the little Olicity sweetness in the end... Damn, I almost wish I wasn't a sucker for the slow burn, but unfortunately, you guys will have to hold on for a little bit longer! We're officially past half the story and things are going to start getting more intense - Story wise, because I think things between Oliver and Felicity already are intense, don't you? :)
Either way, please do tell me what you thought about this chapter in general and which part that was your favorite! :) Thank you so much for reading and I promise I'll do my best to update sooner this time around! Love you all! xx
