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The Foreseeable Future (an ep520 fantasy)

Felicity stood in the shower at the Loft, leaning into the hot water. All the dirt and blood and grime that covered her washed away and swirled down the drain as if she was shedding dead skin. The abrasion she received on her temple after the EMP blast threw her across the Bunker still ached, but on the whole, she felt a thousand times better and ten-thousand times more than what Oliver was feeling.

A part of her had wanted Oliver to come home with her, back to the Loft where she could help him convalesce. The doctor at Argus told Oliver that he should stay off his feet for a few days and Felicity almost invited him to stay with her. But there was a bigger part of her who knew Oliver inside and out, knew that he would disregard the Doctor’s suggestion for rest. With Chase still out there threatening and creating havoc, taking some time off to heal would not occur to Oliver.

Felicity turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. A cloud of steam hovered over the bathroom, humid and dense. She grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around her body like a comforting shroud. Her left shoulder was still sore from Oliver exceeding his physical limitations when he pulled her literally from the drop of death she dangled over, hauling her full body weight back up to safety. When she wrapped her arms around his neck again, and when Rene pulled them up to solid ground, Felicity knew that she would hold on to Oliver and never let him go.

Still, she couldn’t help feeling maternal, couldn’t help wanting Oliver close. She used her towel to wipe condensation from the bathroom mirror, to reveal the tired and sore woman looking back at her. She could still hear Oliver’s confession echoing in her mind, could still see his tears trailing regret and pain down his face. When he passed out against that steam tunnel wall, Felicity dismissed the danger they were in, dismissed the possibility that they were trapped and might die from asphyxiation and poison, flammable gas. She held onto him, and all the separation and space that came between them over the past year evaporated. Dying in each other’s arms might have been romantic, even epic. But not having the one last chance to repair their damaged relationship would be the biggest loss. When he told her that he would always trust her, that it was himself he didn’t trust, Felicity felt as if the weight of a mountain had been lifted from her heart. Forgiveness was no longer a possibility---it was a reality.

Felicity left the bathroom and moved out into her bedroom. She grabbed her bathrobe from off the bed and put it on. He body was tired and the thought of sleep touched her mind like a slumberous idea. But what had transpired between her and Oliver down in those steam tunnels continued to resonate in her. She stretched out on the bed and it made her feel more alone.

Did she feel regret? Perhaps. The past 48 hours had showed Felicity many things, but it also gave her a new perspective on what both she and Oliver had denied themselves for what seemed like a very long time.

Each other.

She told Oliver that she got a tiny taste of what he’s been through. This was a truth. But she hadn’t just been sitting on the sidelines watching him suffer and lose the sense of who he was. Felicity also went through her own hell. She was shot and paralyzed. She had put her whole life, body and soul into believing Oliver would care for her, that he would be her legs and her courage. Then he lied to her, and all his platitudes, all his kindness and the love he lavished on her felt like betrayal instead. And the first thing she did when she got out of her wheelchair like a miracle was to move away from Oliver, as if she would find solace in the absence of him in her life. Then, Laurel died, and for a brief moment, that solace turned to comfort as she clung to Oliver in that hospital corridor. But the most damaging occurrence, a fateful choice she was forced into, was killing tens of thousands of souls in Havenrock. That darkness consumed her, yet she felt it would be wrong, or maybe inappropriate, to go to Oliver and ask him for help in dealing with her grief and fault, to steer her away from apocalypse. So maybe she did climb up to more than just a tiny taste of Oliver’s trauma. Maybe in the end, they both stood on the same plateau and saw how ruinous and tragic their lives can become.

Felicity let some of the strain and exhaustion in her start to push her down to sleep. Oliver was not her savior. It was not his responsibility to save her from the evils of the world. The choices she made while they were apart, were hers and hers alone. There outcomes, good and bad, were not laid at his feet of clay. He might have been a catalyst, but he wasn’t the reason why she let herself fall away from him, from them.

Her weariness started to take its final hold on her, and Felicity closed her eyes in submission. Then a knock on her front door drifted up to her. Felicity opened her eyes and sent her senses out to the sound of the knock.

It came again, a bit louder maybe.

She climbed out of bed and tied her robe tighter around her body. Felicity descended to the front door and pulled it open.

Oliver stood on the other side. “Hey,” he tentatively spoke. “I’m sorry…did I wake you up?”

“Oliver,” Felicity responded. She felt suddenly exposed, as if he knew or suspected that she was thinking about him. “Oliver…” she repeated. “Are you alright? What’s going on?”

He was wearing loose fitting clothes: sweatpants and a billowy tee shirt, probably due to his recent surgery, allowing for the wound in his back to breathe. “Uh…there’s nothing wrong,” he answered her. “Can I come in?”

Felicity shook her head, as if shaking loose from his unexpected arrival. “Yeah,” she replied, backing up to let him in. “Yeah, come in.”

Oliver moved past her and then stopped just inside the door. He looked unsure if he should be in their old home alone with her. But recent events had given him the courage to come to her. “Felicity, I wanted…well, I guess I didn’t want to be alone. I was thinking about what you said to me, that I should, you know, figure out what kind of person I am. Maybe because you are a big part of who I am, I could…we could figure it out together.”

Felicity did not know what to say.

“Felicity,” Oliver went on. “I can see that you look really tired. Maybe I should go and let you sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow and…”

Felicity reached out and took his hand. “No…no Oliver. It’s okay. I’m not that tired.”

Felicity led him over to the couch. Together, they sat down and began to figure out what was next in their lives.

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