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Oliver Pov

The sound of Felicity's steady breaths along with the trickling of rain filled the quiet cave. She had drifted off to sleep a few hours ago with her head against my chest. My fingers were still stroking her damp hair as I stared down at her. Her skin glowed faintly in the dim lighting of the cave. The scratches on her face had healed immensely and were now nothing more than faint pink lines.

My leg was still throbbing, but not as much as it was before. The trunk that had fell on me earlier had really done a number on my leg. I was still baffled by the weather I witnessed earlier. I had never seen lightning strike so frequently in such a small radius. It really did seem like the bolts were following us. I wasn't cursed. There are no such things as curses. The freak with the wolf was just some crazed castaway who lost his marbles.

We were going to get out of here. I had fixed the radio and called for help. The two of us were going to make it back to Starling. Right back into Slade's clutches. Maybe that was what my curse is; saved from one hell and thrown into another. I needed to out fox Slade. He seems to have planned for everything. Every move I make he always seems to be one step ahead. There had to be something he hadn't planned for.

Diggle Pov

"One week ago today Oliver Queen's company jet went missing on it's way to Paris, France. Several search parties have scoured the Atlantic Ocean in search for the missing jet. The jet, along with everyone on board has still not been found. However, this morning a coast guard station picked up this message," the computer screen played spiking my interest in the last statement.

"Turn that louder," I indicated to Sara moving closer to the screen. She adjusted the volume as the news anchor disappeared from the screen. The recording began playing as a familiar voice sounded through the static.

"This is Oliver Queen. I've been in a plane crash and I am injured. Can anyone hear me? Over."

"I repeat, this is Oliver Queen. I along with my assistant Felicity Smoak have been in a plane crash. We are injured. Can anyone hear me? Over?"

"Mr. Queen, this is the US. Coast Guard. Please repeat your transmission. Over."

"My name is Oliver Queen. I along with my assistant Felicity Smoak have crash landed on a remote island. We are both injured and in need of medical assistance. Over."

"We read you loud and clear Mr. Queen. We will are tracking this radio transmission now. Can you stay on the line with us for awhile? Over."

"Yes, thank you!"

"The coast guard is currently sending out search parties in the area that they received the transmission from. We will have more information soon. In other news…"

Sara turned the volume down and turned around to look at me. "He's alive," she breathed. A smile spread across her face as the news sunk in.

"If we've seen this then Slade's seen this. I still can't believe you don't think he is responsible for this ," I said taking the seat across from her.

"Would you spend five years of planning sweet revenge and then send him off to die somewhere where you can't see his death? Slade wants to watch him suffer. Slade wants him to lose everything he loves. Oliver is there yet. Slade is not responsible," She replied sounding confident.

"Well who did it then?" I asked shaking my head.

"Maybe the jet just malfunctioned. It can happen," she answered shrugging her shoulders.

"It doesn't feel like just a malfunction to me," I said warily. Something didn't seem right. If it wasn't Slade, someone else was responsible.

"Maybe Oliver will have some insight when he gets back."

Oliver Pov

The rain finally stopped a few hours later. Knowing they needed to be on the look out for help arriving, he gently stirred Felicity out of her sleep.

"Are we home?" She asked sleepily peeking one eye open.

"Soon. We need to head back to the beach." She let out a yawn and sat up.

"Can you walk?" She asked looking at my leg.

"With some help I'm sure I can manage."

Using the wall to help herself off the damp ground, she stood up in front of me. Reaching her good hand down towards me, she offered me help up. I grasped her hand tightly and carefully raised myself up. Leaning on her for support, she helped me hobble out of the cave.

We began back tracking through the jungle. Several branches and trees laid scattered across the floor bed. I had to take a break about halfway through. The pain was starting to get to me. Felicity helped me down on a rock. Letting out a grunt of pain, she gave me a concerned look.

"Take a few minutes," she insisted sitting beside me.

"Gladly," I muttered through clenched teeth.

"What's the first thing you are going to do when you get back?" She asked trying to distract me.

"Go to a hospital."

"Well besides the obvious." She rolled her eyes and shook her head. " I'm going to lay in my nice comfy bed, eat a crap ton of chocolate, and watch Netflix like there is no tomorrow." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I could see a smile form across her face as she imagined her fantasy.

"That sounds nice. Can I join you?" Her eyes shot open as they were directed at me. A wide smile crept across her lips as she raised an eyebrow.

"Who am I to turn down a Queen?" She responded. " I think I need to add a massage to this fantasy as well. I am super sore from all this chaos."

"That can be arranged," I replied giving her a wink.

"Oh it's on like Donkey Kong now," she said sounding excited.

"Where in the world do you come up with these phrases?" I asked letting out a chuckle.

"From my quirkiness. It's a talent. "

"You aren't kidding. Alright, if you're ready I'm ready," I said letting out a deep breath.

" I was ready when the word chocolate was mentioned. Let's go home."