Scrapped Draft #3 of Come As You Are (As You Were) Part 3
This is one of the drafts that got cut/reworked before I finally settled on the version I published on FF.net. In this one, Felicity and Oliver are reunited again after he saves her from a hostage situation. But I felt this idea didn't match the level of angst of the last two chapters, and the tone was just off. Anways, enjoy!
The voice modulator altered his tone, masking the annoyance and frustration that was hidden beneath. He was in the field, and a call from Captain Lance was something he didn't have the time for. His mind was solely focused on the mission, his senses acute, his mind sharpened with strategy.
“It's about our mutual friend, Miss Smoak.”
Suddenly, his focus snapped, his shoulders tightened and every muscle in his body locked up—all at just the mention of her name.
“What about her?” He asked, his eyes moving about the city below him from his vantage point on the roof, but he didn't see a thing, didn't catalog a single detail, all he could think about was her.
Blond hair, blue eyes, pink lips just a hairsbreadth away from his pressed up against a glass case in the foundry. The curve of her shoulder beneath his hand, the feel of his arm around her waist and her arms around his neck, the softness of her cheek as he cupped it to kiss her. Their first and last kiss.
“Well kid, she's one of the hostages.”
His hand flexed around his bow as his heart stopped for a brief moment before suddenly it was thundering in his chest and in his ears. His vision swam and his throat constricted, his jaw ticking painfully as his teeth clenched.
In the building across the street from where he was perched, Felicity Smoak was being held hostage by a mad man who had proven before that he was not afraid to kill.
Suddenly, Lance's sharp voice brought him back to the present.
“Yes, Captain Lance, I heard you.” He paused, sucking in a slow breath through his nose, “how do you know she's in there.”
“She sent me a message on my phone, told me not to call her back, but instead to contact you.”
Oliver remained silent for several long moments before he replied, “I'll get her out safe.”
“I have no doubt of that. I'm just surprised to hear her ask for your help, last I'd heard from Miss Smoak was that she was no longer a part of your team.”
“She's not,” he said as he straightened his posture and selected a repelling rope arrow from his quiver, “But she is a friend.”
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