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TBT Olicity black & white: 6x14 Collision Course.
Olicity in episode 14 of Arrow
his life will be better with you in it, just like mine
HI!!!! Can you maybe write I fic where instead of Curtis hacking and attacking dig’s chip. He hacks Felicity’s. And Oliver just LOOSES HIS SHIT on the new team
I had too many angry feelings to write this right after 6x14. Oliver would have ended up murdering all three of them. I still wouldn’t read if NTA being awful in a story would offend you, because they’re little shits in this fic :)
It started with a tiny cramp on her lower back, and Felicity flinched where she stood, looking out of the cabin window. Then the cramp started to pinch, the source of the pain intensifying and narrowing down to a specific spot at the bottom of her spine. “Ow!” She cried out, both of her hands flying behind her instinctively, grabbing where it hurt.
Oliver was on the other side of the room, talking to John about unimportant things like the idea that Black Siren having the same face as Laurel made any difference to him. It didn’t.
The sound of Felicity’s voice, loud and panicked, had his head snapping up to the place where she was standing. His eyes fell on her immediately, always knowing exactly where she was in any given room…especially when people like Black Siren were close by. Just as Felicity’s hands were reaching behind her, he was moving, rushing across the carpeted floor and gently turning her around, away from the window so he could see her face. “Hey, hey, hey,” he mumbled, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, trying to see her face. “What is it?”
She let out a sharp breath, looking up at him. “My chip…” she breathed, her hands still spread out against her lower back. He followed her arms, reaching behind her and copying her movement, both of their fingers inspecting her back. He had no idea what he should be feeling for, but he needed to help find the source of her pain.
“What’s happening?” Oliver asked, his heart sinking into his stomach because her chip had only stopped working once, and that had almost ended in both of them dying. He knew that any kind of trouble with it was not good. At all.
Felicity looked up at him, her eyes wide, “I don’t know, my back just feels like it’s going numb and I-” she didn’t finish her sentence, instead she was screaming, her back arching in an unnatural way, the sound and the sight making Oliver’s breath catch in his throat. He grabbed her instantly, stopping her from bending over backwards as he pulled her against his body, cradling her head.
“Felicity!” He vaguely heard John coming up behind him.
“Oh my god!” Thea’s voice registered in the back of his mind.
But it was hard to hear or see anything besides his wife. He had no idea what to do.
All of her fingers were digging into her back, and he pulled her hands away so she wouldn’t hurt herself, and then he held on to her as she jerked against him, her back spasming under his hands. She inhaled and it was strangled, an awful, breathless sound escaping her lips, as if she’d gotten the wind knocked out of her.
And then he was suddenly holding all of her weight.
The time from when she screamed to when she fell lifelessly into his arms had probably only been a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. “Felicity, Felicity,” he faltered, pulling her against his chest, trying to hold her up and see her face at the same time. Her eyes were closed, her arms hanging at her sides, but he could feel her breathing. “Felicity!”
“Oliver…”
Oliver’s eyes darted to Diggle, who was a few feet away. But his partner wasn’t looking at him, his eyes were cast down, staring at Felicity’s legs. “Oh, god,” he choked as he realized how unsteady she was. Her feet were on the floor, but her legs had gone completely limp.
Scooping her up, Oliver carried Felicity to the closest chair, wanting to lay her down on the couch but Black Siren was on it and he didn’t dare put his wife anywhere near her, even with three people he trusted right next to him. Instead, he sat down in the chair, pulling Felicity onto his lap and letting her legs hang over the side.
He held her up with one arm wrapped around her. His other hand touched her cheek, “hey,” he pleaded, “Felicity, wake up. Felicity,”
“Is she breathing?” He heard Thea ask, her voice sounding as worried as he felt.
He just nodded in response, tucking Felicity’s hair behind her ears, pushing it away from her face because he didn’t know what else to do. “What’s happening?” He begged, asking anyone. Anyone who might have an answer or an idea about what to do.
Usually it was Felicity who had the answers. The plans. The clever ideas on how to get them out of trouble. “Honey, wake up. Felicity, open your eyes. Come on!” He knew he should relax, that as long as he could still see her chest moving and hear her tiny breaths, everything was okay. But how could he stay calm after what he’d just seen?
Quentin suddenly jumped towards the window, pulling the curtain back, seeing something none of the others were paying attention to. “We got company!” The man warned, dropping the fabric back over the glass. He turned around and raised an eyebrow, “Looks like Dinah, Curtis, and Rene.”
“How the hell did they find us?” Diggle snapped.
The question hung for a few seconds, and god, he didn’t even care. Felicity was unconscious and he could barely think about anything else.
But then his sister gasped, and his eyes flew to her. Thea’s eyes widened, her gaze landing on Felicity. “Oh no,” she exhaled, “he wouldn’t.”
Oliver’s eyes narrowed, “What Thea?”
“Felicity said her chip is basically a mini computer, right?” He just nodded. “Computers can be hacked, Ollie.”
Everyone turned to stare at her, and even Black Siren let out a low whistle, “that’s harsh, even in my opinion.”
“Yeah,” Thea crossed her arms, “well no one cares about your opinion.”
“Quentin,” Oliver growled, “you and Thea take Black Siren. Run.”
Thea and Quentin exchanged a glance, and Oliver could see that his sister did not want to be on ‘protect the psychopath’ duty. But she didn’t object, knowing enough by now to realize that Oliver wasn’t going to argue.
As they snuck out the back door, Oliver stood up, holding Felicity in his arms and heading for the front door. Diggle followed behind him, putting his helmet on. “What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to kill them,” Oliver muttered, and Dig grunted, because neither of them knew if Oliver really would…or if Diggle would stop him.
It was kind of hard to see right from wrong when his wife was unconscious and paralyzed…again…in his arms. When he’d just watched her experience so much pain in a matter of seconds that it’d caused her to pass out.
The idea that Curtis, Rene, and Dinah had done this to her made wrong start to look a lot like right.
Lines had never been more blurred. And his anger had never been hotter. But he kept his grip loose, letting the tension roll through his back instead, keeping his arms safe and secure around Felicity.
His old teammates rounded the van as Oliver emerged from the cabin. “Oh my god,” were the first words he heard, coming from Curtis.
Oliver’s eyes snapped to Mr. Terrific. “Did you do this!?” He demanded, his tone heavy with rage, losing his temper as soon as he looked at them.
Curtis’ eyes stayed on Felicity, but he winced. “It was the only way we could track you! She’s okay, right? The chip should only be disabled temporarily, it should be functioning correctly within a few hours.”
“Should!?” Diggle and Oliver both hollered in unison.
Curtis’ eyes flashed between the two of them, “I’m sorry-I had no idea…I didn’t know it would hurt her like this, I never would have-”
“Shut up, hoss,” Rene chimed in, his voice thick with tense anticipation. Curtis listened, his lips pinching shut.
Dinah stepped towards them, “Where is she? Where’s Laurel?”
“Not here.” Oliver growled, his vision blackening with pure fury. Dinah must have seen it, because she didn’t push it any further. “Curtis, you’re going to do something, you’re going to fix this…or so help me god, I will-”
“You’ll what?” Rene scoffed.
“I’ll kill you.” Oliver clipped back without missing a beat, his eyes meeting Rene’s and not wavering. “If anything happens to her, I will kill all three of you…and I won’t hesitate for even one second.”
“And this is why we left,” Dinah mumbled.
“I don’t care!” Oliver screamed, his voice echoing through the trees. He breathed heavily in the intense silence that followed, bringing his lips to Felicity’s forehead, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt her temperature. He could still hear her breathing, so he tried to relax. Nothing mattered but making sure that Felicity woke up, not these petty arguments or their temper tantrums.
When he opened his eyes again, he glared right at Curtis. “Fix this. Now!”
Rene shook his head before Curtis could answer, stepping closer, “As long as blondie’s breathing…this doesn’t change anything.”
It took him a moment to realize that despite the perfect, unconscious woman in his arms who needed help, Rene actually meant what he said. Just like he meant it the dozen other times he’d said those words.
Oliver realized that if this didn’t change their circumstances, if Felicity’s safety didn’t make them grow up and work with him, nothing would. Oliver felt his heart begin to race, his eyes jumping back to Curtis. “I’ll give you one more chance,” he growled lowly, feeling all of his self control leaving him and knowing that everyone present was aware of it. “Help her, Curtis, or you’ll regret it.”
The threat hung in the air, no one saying a word or moving a muscle.
Despite everything, he was still surprised that Curtis hesitated. Maybe it was out of fear, because surely Oliver knew he looked murderous. Half of him was still considering the ‘I’m going to kill them’ option. “Fix. This.” Oliver demanded, because it really shouldn’t be taking so much thought.
Curtis took a step towards them but stopped when Rene started moving, walking with his gun raised. Oliver’s eyes narrowed, and he turned on his heel, placing Felicity into John’s arms as quickly and gently as possible and reaching for the bow that he knew his partner would be holding.
He had an arrow raised before Rene made it halfway across the yard. “Not another step,” he warned.
Rene chuckled, keeping his feet planted, but he shot off a couple of bullets, always having something to prove, and Oliver didn’t hesitate to put two arrows in him; one in his arm and one in his leg. He noticed Dinah trying to scream during the commotion, and as Rene rolled on the ground in pain, Oliver straightened, looking at her. “Sonic dampener,” he told her.
She cocked her head to the side, pulling out her staff and charging towards him. Curtis followed suit, each of them coming at him from separate angles…as if they forgot that he was the one who taught them the strategy.
Oliver had no idea where his restraint was coming from, but he chose not to put arrows in them, opting to take them down with his fists instead.
Curtis got it first, a sharp hook to his jaw, and he was on the ground. Dinah was a little more skilled, but she was quickly on her back, too. “Stay down,” Oliver advised. Of course, neither of them listened, getting to their feet slowly, glaring at him as if they intended to try again.
“Stop!”
All three of them turned at the sound of Felicity’s voice, groggy and pained. She was sitting in the driveway while John tried to look her over, but she was pushing away from his hands, dragging herself towards Oliver. He ran over to her, dropping to his knees and completely ignoring the two people behind him that he knew wanted to hurt him.
Turning your back to an enemy was the dumbest thing you could ever do, but… he was hoping his old teammates weren’t so low they’d take a shot now. Besides, Felicity was glaring daggers at them over his shoulder as he cupped her face, not even meeting his eyes. If Dinah or Curtis chose to fight dirty, Felicity would see them coming.
“Hey,” he breathed, “hey, hi…are you okay?”
Her eyes flickered to his, apparently satisfied with Dinah and Curtis’ choice to stand down. “Yeah,” she nodded, lifting her hands to squeeze his fingers. She gave him a gentle smile as she grazed the backs of his hands, and he let out a deep breath, dropping his forehead to hers. “Are you hurt?”
Oliver shook his head, brushing his nose against hers. “God,” he croaked, “you really scared me.”
“Oliver…” she whispered lowly, “I can’t feel my legs.”
“I know,” he squeezed his eyes shut, hating how vulnerable her voice sounded, taking him back to that night they were trapped in the bunker. “I know, you’ll be okay. We’ll fix it.”
“Felicity,” Curtis spoke up, “I can take a look at your chip and see if I can get it back online, it shouldn’t take-”
“No!” Felicity interrupted, “No, you’re not going to touch me!” She yelled, making Oliver flinch even though he knew the words weren’t for him.
“Felicity, I-” Curtis tried again.
“Just go, Curtis. Get the hell out of here…and away from me.” Felicity kept her forehead against Oliver’s, and she released a shaky breath before speaking to him. “Take me home, please.”
Oliver bit his lip, knowing that she was scared and angry, but Curtis was the one who knew how to fix her chip… “Felicity, maybe we should let Curtis check you out. I’ll be right there with you,” he mumbled, lifting her into his arms again, realizing that she didn’t need to stay on the ground. “John and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
His wife sighed, bringing her arms around his neck, she hugged herself to him. “I can fix it myself. I don’t need Curtis. I have a husband who makes a wonderful, and handsome, assistant…” she gestured to Dig, “and our medically trained soldier over there can do the procedure. We just have to get it back online. No problem. I’ll walk you two through it.”
Oliver glanced down at her, shaking his head because of course she was trying to make jokes right now. Felicity hid her face in his neck, skimming her nose along his skin as he felt the softest, faintest little kisses against his throat.
With a sigh, Oliver’s eyes fluttered shut and he relented. He’d do whatever she asked, because she was okay. If she trusted that the three of them could handle it without Curtis’ help, then so did he.
Moving towards the van, Oliver eyed Curtis and Dinah, who had resorted to ignoring them and tending to Rene’s wounds. “Take him to the hospital and get him patched up,” Oliver ordered, to which he received irritated glares from his old teammates. “But when it’s over, I want all of you out of my city.”
“Is that a threat, hoss?” Rene grumbled as Oliver walked by him, tucking Felicity a little tighter against his chest. His voice was full of anger, but Oliver couldn’t care less about it.
Glancing down at him, Oliver nodded once. “Absolutely.”
He knew it’d take a lot of time with Felicity curled up in his arms for him to forget how her face looked as it contorted in pain, the sounds she’d made and the way her body had crumbled into his arms, but she was okay. And he had all the time in the world to hold her. No one was ever going to take that away.
Crossing Lines: Arrow 6x14 Review (Collision Course)
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