Lost (Olicity)

Chapter Five

I post about every few hours becuase I just need to get everything out of my head and onto my screen, so don't worry if I don't post for a while I'm just trying to think of ideas. Like always, I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think. :D

Oliver went back to the Foundry and suited up. He didn't care what Laurel told him before, he needed to not have the feelings and pain of Oliver Queen right now. The Arrow felt nothing, he just wanted to keep his city clean.

As Oliver finished putting on his gloves and grabbed his bow, Roy walked in.

“Hey, man. What's up?”

“I'm going out.” Roy stopped what he was doing and turned to Oliver.

“But it's still light out. Shouldn't you go later? Or maybe not take that?” Referring to Oliver’s costume.

Oliver sighed. “It isn't dark yet?”

“No, it's 5. But it still isn't midnight dark for you to being going out.” In frustration, Oliver threw his bow on the table and took his gloves off too fast that he ripped them. He cursed under he's breath then stopped and grabbed on to the table, staring at his bow.

“Are you okay?” Roy said raising his hands to Oliver.

“WHY IS EVERYONE ASKING THAT?!? OF COURSE I AM!!” He flipped the table making it crashing into his Arrow case and shattering the glass.

Roy looked terrified. The only other time he's seen him angry like this was when Oliver threw all the things off the table that one night.

“Maybe I’ll take Ra’s offer,” Oliver whispered, still looking at his bow.

“No, you're not a killer like Ra’s. You'll lose all emotion you have left in order to become him. I can't let that happen,” he was pleading with Oliver.

Oliver finally looked up at Roy and saw how afraid he really was. Oliver remembered when he promised Roy he would never leave him.

“Don't leave me. Don't leave us, again,” Roy said as he hugged Oliver not caring if Oliver would push him away or not.

Oliver firmly hugged him back, “I won't ever leave again.” Oliver thought about the city, the city still needs the Arrow, and what about Thea? She needed a brother, not someone who’s an expert assassin.

Roy released from the hug first, “I need to check on the alcohol upstairs, but don't go out tonight. Me and Laurel got this one, okay?”

Oliver just nodded and watched Roy go up the stairs. He wasn't going to check on alcohol, he was going to call someone down. Maybe Thea. So Oliver waited for Roy to bring down Thea to take him home or something.

After 20 minutes, the Foundry door opened and Oliver heard mutters.

“…He's taking things badly”

“Yeah he tried talking to me, but then something happened and he ran out of the office. I've been kinda of worried about him.”

Shit. That was Felicity! What the hell, Roy! Why Felicity? You could have brought Dig or at least Laurel, but not Felicity. Oliver’s head was screaming at him. Oliver stood up from Felicity’s chair and looked around for any place to hide or run to. There wasn't anywhere to go.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and Oliver was standing there wide eyed looking at Roy and Felicity. Her eyes looked puffy, was she crying too? Why? She's got Ray, she only needs Oliver to be her field partner.

Oliver’s heart was racing as he looked at her face. Everything around him was falling apart. Felicity just stared back at him with the same expression.

“I have to go met up with Sin. I'll see you guys later,” Roy ran up the stairs.

They stared at each other without saying anything for a while.

Felicity was the first to make a move, she broke eye contact with Oliver and took a few steps to her chair that Oliver was standing in front of. He moved out of her way and she sat down rubbing her temples.

“I didn't want for you to find out about Ray and I because I didn't even know if there is a ‘Ray and I.’”

Oliver shook his head and waved his hand. He turned his back to her, he didn’t want her to see his face. “I don’t want to talk,” he told her in a flat tone.

Felicity’s voice became softer than before and her words shot chills down his spine, “I hate being like this. Fighting.” Oliver turned to look at her now, her head had dropped in her hands. He waited for what else she had to say. “I miss the little touches, the unnoticed gazes, the talks we had.”

Oliver walked over to her and bent down so he was looking up to her. “We could do those again.” She looked at him, her glasses foggy and her eyes glossy.

“No, we can’t. I wanted to change you, so you could see you’re worth being with someone, but you can’t. When you came back I was expecting you to be different, you were, but,” she took her time saying it, “you did things I thought you never would. Being with Merlyn? You hated him. We hate him.”

“I don’t like him either, but the only reason I’m training with him is because I need his skills to fight Ra’s…”

“What is it?” she sniffed.

“Ra’s al Ghul offered me to take his place…”

Felicity looked choked up. “What? Please don’t take it. Don’t be like him. Don’t leave again. Don’t you ever leave Starling again.” She got softer and softer until she was talking in a whisper, and then her voice cracked, “Don’t leave me again.”

“The thing isn’t me leaving you, it’s me…losing you,” Oliver spoke down to his hands.  

Felicity jumped on him, giving him the biggest hug he’s gotten all week. “You’ll never lose me, okay?” Oliver could hear her tears and he pulled her into his chest. “I’ll always be your girl.”

Oliver felt this moment was just perfect, he didn’t want it to ever end, or stay frozen like this forever. He found so much peace in her arms and her scent calmed his nerves. Being on the floor with the room a mess sounded painful, but it was the most relaxing thing in the world. Even hearing Felicity sniff every now and then only made him realize it was real.

Oliver thought this might be the last time he will ever be like this with Felicity, so he slowly turned his head and kissed the temple of her head. Then rested his head on hers while one of his hands moved up her back to hold her head. Even though she was on top of him his body still surrounded more of her than she did him. Her body was so small, so fragile like his big arms could break her with one little squeeze.

Felicity calmed her tears, and she pulled away from the hug. Oliver panicked, and with no control in his hand, he pulled her head in and closed the gap between their lips.