"I'm in love with writing this story. I just can't stop. For all of those who suggested I do a POV of Oliver, well you guys read my mind! I was definitely planning on getting his side of the crash! Look no further, I have delivered! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I have some great things planned for the next chapter. Love all of you guys and feel free to review and leave a like!

Oliver POV

Flying always made me feel at ease. I know it sounds crazy, but something about traveling above the rest of the world made me feel relaxed. I had relaxed enough to know that I needed to apologize for my hostile behavior towards Felicity earlier. I was irritated and I unfortunately took it out on her. She was right. We were going to find a way to defeat Slade.

I turned my attention over to her. She was sitting across from me buckled securely in her seat. Her head rested against the window as she slept peacefully. I could faintly hear the music coming from her earbuds. The blanket she had covered herself with had slipped off of her body and onto the floor surrounding her feet. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned down and repositioned the blanket to cover her body.

At least Slade couldn't lay a finger on her while we were away. I just sat there for a moment taking her in. Her wavy hair glowed golden from the sunlight peeking through the window. God she was beautiful. She could never be mine though. The lifestyle that I choose to lead is not safe for her.

Russia flashed into my mind. I bought about the conversation we had after she caught the end of my meaningless affair with Isobel. One of the reasons I had slept with Isobel was to get her off Felicity's case. She kept accusing Felicity of sleeping with me to climb the ranks at Queen Consolidated. I knew Isobel didn't believe any of my dismissals of her accusations. What better way to convince Isobel than to sleep with her. It truly was meaningless. Felicity did not deserve to have her reputation tarnished because of me. After Russia, Isobel didn't bug me about Felicity anymore.

A loud beeping noise I had only heard in the movies snapped me out of my thoughts. It sounded like it was coming from the cockpit. Concerned, I began walking towards the front of the plane. The stewardess was talking to the pilot in a hushed tone. A sound of worry was imminent in her voice.

"Excuse me ma'am, whats going on?" I asked getting her attention.

"Mr. Queen I'm afraid we are having a minor setback up here. Would you mind returning to your seat and buckling up? We may face a bit of turbulence here in the next minute or so." Her professional voice masked the worried tone I had heard earlier.

"Of course. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help," I politely offered. I knew I wasn't getting the whole story, but I decided not to press the matter. I turned around and headed back for my seat. A wave of turbulence shook the plane like an earthquake knocking me off my feet. I quickly regained my composure and made it into my seat. I reached for my buckle when I heard a loud noise from up above my head. Before I could react, a suitcase came straight for my head and knocked me out cold.

A loud scream caused my eyes to shoot open. The bright light blinded me causing me to instantly shut my eyes into a squint. I heard birds chirping over head as I realized I was no longer on the jet. Pain surged through my head as I remembered the suitcase that knocked me out. Something heavy was holding my right upper half down. With my eyes properly adjusted, I noticed the trees hanging overhead. The seat I had been sitting in was stuck in a branch. The seat belt was severely frayed and dangling down towards the ground.

"Felicity?" I muttered realizing that I had heard a scream that sounded like it was from a woman. "FELICITY!" Yelling granted me no response as well. Fear started to creep in. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she alive?

Looking to my right, I saw the object that was putting so much pressure on my arm and shoulder. Part of the steel from the jet was pinning me down. Using my free side, I used every ounce of strength I had to lift the heavy piece of steel off of me. Once lifted, I quickly slipped out from underneath the heavy framework. Pain surged through my shoulder and my fingers. My shoulder had been popped out of place. After a quick assessment, I realized that a few of my fingers had been broken too.

Lifting my shirt up, I bawled a part of it and placed it in my mouth. I needed something to bite on while I reset the bones to their proper place. A sickening crack came from each one as the t-shirt muffled my cries of pain. Next was my shoulder. Walking over to a tree, I braced myself for a world of pain. Knowing from experience that I needed to do this procedure like ripping off a band aid, I quickly rammed my out of place shoulder into the trunk. Hearing a pop let me know that I painfully succeeded.

Taking a second to recover, my brain instantly went back to Felicity. I needed to find her. I needed to know she was alright. She has to be alright.

Putting pain aside, I began exploring the heavily vegetated jungle. After walking a few minutes, I reached a sandy beach. I followed the shore line for a brief amount of time before seeing part of the jet wreckage. I had found the front half of the jet sitting on the shoreline. The nose of the plane rested on the sand while the other end of what was left stuck out into the water. I quickly searched the surrounding beach area and the jet itself before coming to the conclusion that she was not here. I followed the wreckage until I saw a flock of seagulls surrounding something in the distance. I took off running towards the birds terrified that they could be swarming Felicity's dead body.

The birds took off as I approached and my fears subsided momentarily. The waterlogged body seemed to belong to the pilot. I promise I will come back and bury you.

Heading back to the wreckage, I saw a suitcase sitting on a rock by the jungle. Did she go in the jungle? Is this a sign that she was here?

A tugging in my gut told that she was in there. Deciding to listen to my instinct, I headed into the jungle. After traveling for a little while, I came across a gruesome sight. A body to which I presumed to be the stewardess, lay on the floor bed and partially on a log. The body had bites taken out of it as if it had been a meal for a wild predator. Impaled in the abdomen was part of a broken tree branch. I'll be back for you too.

Moving on, I kept walking until I came across a sight that made my heart stop. A pair of glasses and two black shoes lay scattered on the ground. In front of the two objects was a rock covered in a red substance that looked like blood. I bent down and picked up the items. These were definitely Felicity's belongings, so where was she?