Been thinking about this today: Arrow Prompt: Felicity and Sarah are being held by Slade as a way of getting revenge on Oliver. They manage an escape attempt and while this is going on, Felicity is hurt. She would just slow Sarah down so Felicity sacrifices herself, telling Sarah to keep going because they would have a better chance against Slade if she (Sarah) was with Oliver, Roy, and Diggle, and that she could be rescued then. Sarah reluctantly leaves and Felicity is recaptured. Please?
This is a bit quick and dirty (not smut - not my thing, just unedited, quickly written on my lunch break kind of thing, but why not)
Didn’t spend a lot of time on the fight scene because frankly, I’m not good at them. But here goes anyway!
He spun on a dime, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of a blood-covered Sara, slumping over as she took the stairs gingerly.
Both he and Dig rushed to her side, one arm around her waist, the other around her shoulders, guiding her to the med bay. Her head was bleeding profusely at the hairline and he could see that her left hand was shattered. She caught him looking at it and didn’t have the energy to give him a smile, “Broken ribs too. And there might be a stab wound somewhere.”
He hissed, hands skimming over her arms as he took in her injuries.
Even as his broken girlfriend groaned in his arms, a sudden weight dropped into his stomach.
Tears mixed with blood as Sara dipped her head. Oliver swore his heart had ceased to beat as she choked back a sob, “I left her behind.”
Something crashed behind him and Roy’s thunderous yell shook the foundry, “YOU WHAT?!” He heard a clash of bodies as he imagined Dig rushing forward to hold Roy back.
Refusing to believe that Sara would betray Felicity or leave her for dead, his eyes stayed fixed on hers, silently waiting for an explanation, all the while tamping down the hot acid burning in his chest.
"She made me go Oliver. We were trying to get out, to get away, and we were almost clear when they caught up to us.” Another tear fell. “They all had to be injected with the mirakuru. I tried to protect her, but they tossed me around like a doll. She got in their faces and pulled their attention away from me.” Oliver watched her clench her eyes shut in a mix of pain and regret. “She fought back but she was as beat up as I was. She kept screaming for me to run, to get help. I was going to stop them, but next thing I knew, they were gone and so was she.”
Diggle was speaking but Oliver couldn’t hear a thing over the whooshing of blood in his ears. Felicity was still out there, in pain, in the hands of his enemy.
Leaning forward to press a hard kiss to Sara’s forehead, he threw one look to Roy before heading up the stairs, bow in hand.
Her voice made him pause, but he couldn’t turn his head. There was only one blonde in his focus in that moment. “She saved me. Please, bring her home.”
It took two more days.
It had been seven since Slade had taken her and Sara both, two since Sara made her way back to the foundry.
Two days of tearing Starling City upside down before he found them.
He stopped counting the bodies as they dropped. The number was too high for him to think about and too inconsequential for him to worry about.
It was Felicity. There was no choice to make.
Slade’s was the last to fall. He didn’t do it alone, by any stretch. It took him, Dig, and Roy to bring him down to his knees before Oliver had his own vengeance, killing Slade Wilson a second time. A part of him wanted to linger, to burn the body instantly, ensure that it would never again house a human heartbeat.
But the knowledge that Felicity was somewhere in the building, alone, in pain, and – he prayed – still breathing, carried him away from the site.
His own injuries became more apparent as he searched feverishly. The broken ribs protested to the way he yelled her name. The stab wound in his thigh protested the speed of his run to find her. The concussion he was sure he had protested the constant movement and singular focus as he opened door after door, screaming her name.
But he pushed through it. It was Felicity. There was no choice to make.
His heart had all but given out from adrenaline when he threw open a door to see a slumped figure lying on the floor in the darkness. Her name caught in his throat as he pushed the door further, skidding to his knees at her side.
His blood-stained hands shook as they reached out to touch her pale, ashen face, to brush over her colorless lips, to seek out the pulse at her neck. His heart ceased beating for a moment as he waited for the soft sound that would ensure the world would keep spinning.
Before he could feel it, her eyelids fluttered, the sight jolting through him as she pushed her eyes open, “’ver?”
The breath he had been holding since Sara showed up at the foundry whooshed out of him as he cupped her bruised cheek, frowning at the raging fever he felt there.
“Shh, it’s me. You’re safe now.”
Her eyes slid shut for a moment and the lance of fear struck his heart yet again. He had to get her out of there. A quick glance down her form showed more blood than he ever wanted to see on his partner and filled his veins with another burst of adrenaline. In seconds, he had his hooded jacket off and wrapped around her, lifting her into his arms.
A small hand gripped his t-shirt and he looked down, seeing her eyes opened to half mast, clouded with pain.
“’liver –“ she breathed, wincing as she did.
“Shh, shh don’t talk now. Just rest. You’re safe,” he soothed, pressing his head against hers in comfort.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she exhaled quickly, pinching the material of his shirt again, “Sar – Sara..she ok?”
Oliver stopped in his tracks, looking down in awe at the broken woman in his arms. Lying there in pain, and only thinking of another. His heart swelled, and despite the seriousness of the moment and the fear he still felt over her condition, he couldn’t help the slight upturn of his lips as he gazed at her, “You saved her, Felicity.”
He watched her eyes fall closed again on a sigh, the hint of a smile curving her lips as she breathed, “Go team.”
“So what are you going to do to woo Felicity, brother dear?”
Oliver choked a bit and gaped at his little sister. “Woo, Speedy? Really?”
Thea rolled her eyes at the nickname and the sentiment. Even if he never stopped calling her that he deserved to know that it still wasn’t okay. “Yes, woo, Ollie. It’s your first Valentine ’s Day together. She deserves something nice.” Truth be told, Thea loved Felicity, not only for her sunny personality and subsequent effect on her brother, but for the sheer entertainment value whenever she was flustered.
“She’s not really big on material gifts and holidays, Speedy.” Oliver said in a level tone.
Thea cocked her head at her brother, Yeah right, she thought. “Which means you went overboard when you were trying to get her to date you and she’s banned you from trite romantic gestures?”
Oliver took a deep breath to speak and then just slumped over in defeat. “Yeah. After I surprised her with a flight to the U.K. for the Doctor Who premiere. She loved it, but I was banned from gift giving until her birthday or any occasion where gifts are ‘equally and universally exchanged.’ ” he said making air quotes.
Thea shook her head in dismay. “Could you be any more ridiculous, Ollie?” She waved her hand at him when she saw he was about to respond. “Let me answer that for you. No, no, you couldn’t. Just do something nice for your girlfriend, Oliver… that doesn’t involve an airplane.”
It took him ages to realize, but once the penny dropped, he didn’t waste one more second.
He brought her flowers every day, as colorful as her nails. Touched her arm more often than necessary, inched closer whenever sitting next to her… It all reminded him of the good moments they’d shared, now…
She cries more that night than she ever has in her life. The hollowing pain she feels is worse than when her father went out on patrol and was shot in the shoulder. Worse than the time in high school when she found her best friend and Bobby Richtor, her then boyfriend, in bed together; her bed to be exact. Worse than when she opened up to her big sister Laurel about how hopelessly in love she was with playboy Oliver Queen, only to have her scoff at the idea. A week later Laurel announced to her family at Sunday brunch that she had a new boyfriend. His name was Oliver Queen. It’s worse than the guilt she felt getting on that damn boat with him and all the things that came after. Worse than when Nyssa was sent to either bring her back to the League or end her life.
Sara Lance is no stranger to pain. But this, she thinks, is the worst kind of all. This is watching the life drain out of someone who is still living but no longer alive. Someone she loves. Someone she knows loves her, too. Someone she knows loves another woman more. It hurts because she should have done something. Should have but didn’t and now here they are. Shattered into a million pieces like glass. Fractured and broken beyond the point of repair. If you were to fit all the pieces back together, she thinks there would still be parts of them missing. Edges that didn’t quite match up and cracks that couldn’t be filled completely. She should have stopped this.
This was the third time Oliver had found her sleeping on the roof. The first two times he had gently woken her up and sent her home. Third time’s the charm, he thought. This time he’d talk to her and find out why she was frequenting the roof so often….
i’m thinking about why i love au’s like i really love au’s. it doesn’t matter what ship it is, i will always want to read an au over a canon fic. some of it is because it’s sort of a coping mechanism to deal with angsty ships. but more than that i think its because i love the idea…
this whole thing this season with chris, sheriff, and melissa serving as parents to not only their own children, but the whole pack - sheriff caring for allison, melissa for stiles, chris for isaac - this is what i signed up for wow