Lost (Olicity)

Chapter Eleven

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“What? Oliver, No. Please,” Felicity grabbed him by the arms and shook him. He looked down at her and he knew he had to keep her safe even if it meant doing this.

“My pleasurer,” he whispered to her. She shook her head and got upset.

“Oliver, no. This isn’t you.”

“I have no choice, don’t you see? It’s you or me.” He stared at her coldly. He knew he changed in the last hour since she was taken and he knew that’s what she was thinking of too.

She touched his face and looked in his eyes. She was trying to fight for him as he never did for her. He grabbed her hand off his face and dropped it.

“I have to do this.”

“This way Mr. Queen. We must get you ready,” Ra’s said almost a little too pleased by the picture in front of him.

***

Back at the Foundry everyone started to say their good byes. When it got to Felicity’s turn everyone left to give them a moment.

“Don’t go, don’t leave me-“ Oliver cut in her sentence and kissed her.

“Come with me,” he told her when he broke from the kiss. “Forget Ray.” He held her hands, “I won’t make the same mistake and leave you here.” He looked in her eyes with so much compassion. She pulled her hands free and looked down.

“I can’t. I need to stay here…Please don’t go.” She looked up and said with tears in her eyes, “I love you.”

They stared into each other’s souls until Oliver finally caved in and cried.

“I love you so much.” He hugged her and she comfort him as he finally crashed and crashed hard. “I don’t want to go, but I didn’t know what I would do with myself if he did something to you.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Please come with me. I’ll keep you safe and we could be happy together.”

“Oliver, no. No one can be happy there. It’s a horrible place, no happiness can be made there.”

“But you’re Felicity, you’re my Felicity, you’re my intense happiness. Where ever you go I’ll be happy with you.”

“I’m sorry.” She pulled away from the hug and kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Oliver.” She started crying and ran up the stairs.

Oliver just stood there and tried to gather his thoughts. Once he knew he was good he put his “no emotion” face on and grabbed his luggage for Nanda Parbat.

***

Once there he was shown his sleeping quarters which was a huge room filled with lavished red silks and blankets. The red made him think of the pen he found in Felicity’s office, but he pushed that memory out of his mind. The only light source in the room was by candle light and the sun coming in from the windows. He was shown the Nanda Parbat grounds, so he now knew it inside out. He also trained with some of the assassins, learning their technics.

The worse part about becoming Ra’s al Ghul was missing everyone from Starling City and everything reminded him of Felicity. Getting branded with the League of Assassins crest wasn’t as painful as missing Felicity. Feeling the burn as the hot metal touched his skin was a reliever and took his mind off her for a good 10 seconds.

After a week of being with the LOA he went to bed early, it was probably 9pm, but it was pitch black outside and the cooling wind that came from his window was a break from the heat during the day.