Arrow AU's & Drabbles

My Name is Oliver Queen (Part 3)

She shook as her heart raced uncontrollably. Not out of fear, but resentment. 

She saw him exhale. Three fingers released. 

The arrows flew. 

Felicity screamed. It was over. 

"Al Sah-him," Ra's voice bellowed. 

"What have you done?" 

Three arrows dug deep in Ra's chest, blood slowly spewing out of his mouth. He'd use Ra's vulnerability as his weapon. His warrior had used his master's faith in him against him. He was almost proud. As his robes and the weight of his legs pulled him down, Ra's heard five clean words slice the cold night air. 

"My name is Oliver Queen." 

Felicity's jaw was ajar. Tears regaining control, falling in lanes down her cheeks. 

"Oliver," she breathed.

"Oliver, its you!" she laughed, despite everything. Despite the chaos and destruction, Felicity laughed the most innocent sound he'd heard in so long. 

Oliver dropped his bow and strode over to the woman on the floor. Unsaying anything, he untied her hands. Unsaid words, thoughts, breaths were exchanged between the starstruck pair in that one small moment. The longing, the pain, the goodbyes that were never said. 

"Oliver," she grabbed his arm and forced him to look into her eyes; to stop him from avoiding her searching gaze. 

"I'm sorry," he answered. 

Felicity jumped towards his shoulders, encircling him in an embrace that showed affection beyond whatever hell he deserved. He fell back from her sheer force, but didn't flinch. Oliver's head hurt as if morphed memories were forging and trying to formulate inside him. He shut his eyes, but didn't allow his arms to hold her. He didn't deserve her. Reluctantly, she pulled back, cupping his jaw. Felicity's tears decorated her glowing face as her thin fingers explored his face. Touched every bone and skin of his face, trying to once again familiarize herself with what he felt like. 

"You're back," she whispered. "I missed you so much."

"Felicity.." he breathed her name in a foreign tongue. It felt so detached. He hadn't said it in so long. He hadn't touched her in so long. The way he missed her was the way darkness ached for light. The way madness ached for sanity. 

"I'm here," she replied in a heartbeat. 

"I can't remember everything.." he helplessly confessed. She felt her heart fall. He didn't remember. 

"It's okay," she lied. 

"Just remember your name. Never forget that. 

And that I love you, Oliver."

He simply gazed helplessly at her. Oliver felt the radiation of kindness and warmth  from her and hell, he wanted to lose himself in her. In shame, he hung his head.

"There's too much blood on my hands for you to love me."

She touched his arm, sending flares of memories and pain through him. 

Felicity knew words couldn't fix him. Perhaps at this point, nothing could. But she tried. Felicity did the one thing she knew she wanted to do. In heated passion, she bruised his lips as she crashed hers onto his. In fire, she tried to tell him how much she loved him, tried to tell him how much she'd missed him. Felicity tried for him to understand that he was the one man she'd always believe in. Her hand encircled around his neck, as she felt his eyelashes brush against her cheeks. He didn't try to take control of the kiss. He felt too weak, wounded, lost. But she was anything but lost. Felicity tasted him, breathed him in. Felt the bloodlust on his armour, traced the scars on his back where she knew they all rested. Despite it all, the moment was over too fast and he pulled back. 

Their breaths were shallow, cheeks flushed. 

"Are you sure, Felicity?" he croaked. 

"More than anything." And as blue collided with blue, she slowly saw madness turning into sanity. Felicity saw darkness washing away into kindness. And she saw Al Sah-him crumbling to pieces, the mask Ra's al Ghul had forged shattering, to reveal the man she knew would never be lost. To reveal Oliver Queen.