Warrior (An Olicity Fanfic) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 11 (Poison)

Felicity's desperate attempt at finding some outlet of comfort was found somewhat weakly through Barry. When she had kissed him, she was hoping to forget about Oliver, even for a little bit. And she did. All she thought about was the way Barry's gentle face shone with a smile every time he saw her and and the way he pronounced her name with raspy excitement. He was so comforting and gentle when Oliver was rough and subtle. She didn't know if she completely loved Barry Allen yet but she sure adored him pretty much. Barry's similarity and understanding with her interests and habits made them so perfect and tender.

But then Barry had broken their little connection and she could understand why. She couldn't just give all her time to Oliver whenever she felt like and then bring her attention back to Barry when Oliver was't available.

Oliver.

That was the last name riding her thoughts as she'd drifted unwillingly into a deep slumber on Barry's shoulder. It was a surprisingly peaceful sleep with nothing but darkness surrounding her. Nothing but darkness. But now there was a beeping noise penetrating its way into her dulling sleep. A shake of her shoulder woke her up and as she wiped loose strands away from her face, everything focused back in place.

The club. The computers. Data analysis machines. Barry. Lights. And Oliver. There went the temporary bubble of peace her sleep had constructed for her. Barry's face hovered in her vision.

"I got the results for his blood and Cielo."

Felicity turned around and saw Oliver still sleeping; that's what she'd like to refer to it as rather than slowly dying.

"The tranquil really held through," she said through a foggy voice.

"Yeah, not really. I had to shoot him with two more after you fell asleep. It'll just delay the overall effect of the drug but it'll still exist."

Felicity asked how much of Cielo existed in Oliver's blood and how extreme the results of the drug would be if he woke up. What if he woke up? Would the results be stoppable?

Luckily, Barry thought that he'd found a solution to his issue.

"Poison," he smiled.

As baffling as Felcity herself was, poison was a little something extra, even to her vision narrow vision of medicine.

"Uhm don't get me wrong, Barry, but you may be forgetting that you usually try out your solutions on dead people only," Felicity remarked nervously. He smiled at that and understood why she would think that this is an absurd idea. And then came the scientific explanations.

"The poison I'm going to give him is going to be poison which would be originally used for human weaponry purposes. The only difference here would be that this poison would be diluted and designed to only target the special streams of his blood where the Cielo resides." Upon Felicity's somewhat understanding but still half confused look, he continued. "In this way, the poison would be too diluted to do any real damage to him but it would work very nicely with the Cielo because I would alter the compounds to tag that drug specifically," Barry finished with a devastating wide smile.

Felicity now nodded in understanding but still remained concerned. "There is the matter of time here.."

"Yeah, it'll take about two days but I can guarantee that I'll be done by then. I'll call Iris and Jo back home and tell them of my extended stay," he concluded as he got up and pecked a short kissed on Felicity's cheek before leaving Verdant altogether.

It had been almost a day since Oliver had been knocked out cold and laying there. Felicity couldn't handle staying in here with his body haunting her any longer. Once again, she felt a sharp pang in her heart as if something was getting stolen away from her. John was gone and wasn't heard of all night. Roy had left them as soon as he'd dropped Oliver off and with Barry gone too, Felicity and Oliver were alone. It almost felt wrong to have his body laying there without movement all day. It was like he was a decaying corpse.

Push those thoughts out, Felicity, she thought to herself as she neared him slowly.

Felicity let her eyes rest on Oliver's still figure for a moment. The way his eyes were closed with thin eyelashes sheltering his shadows. His sandy and closely cropped hair bordered his square face with that unbelievable jaw. If he didn't know that he was in a coma, she would have said he was sleeping. His lips slightly parted, his hair sticking in every direction. He looked so peaceful. He felt so cold. She laced her fingers with his paralyzed hands and closed her eyes.

Remember when I used to love him.

Perhaps I never stopped.

Stop it, Felicity. You're with Barry now. And he likes you.

But I love Oliver.

Loved. Remember that.

What if he dies. Will you miss him? Of course I will miss him. He is my friend. He's saved me so many times. I owe him my life in so many ways and now here I am, being the cause of his destruction.

I'm sorry Oliver. I am so sorry. I really do hate myself. And I also really hope you wake up soon. Partly so I can apologize and partly because I need to see life in your eyes again. Somewhat to keep you alive. But mostly for me to be alive again.

A tear landed on their joined hands and Felicity grimaced at her weakness. She let go of his now warm hand and walked out of Verdant with a deep breath and a last look at the lying vigilante. The last thing that was heard in the basement of the club were Felicity Smoak's sniffles and the loud clicks of her heels.