Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow; otherwise things would be a lot different.

So, I don't know about the rest of you, but its two weeks later and I am still furious about Laurel's death. But what makes me even angrier is that there are rumors that Felicity will get super powers from the chip in her back and become Black Canary 2.0. I was gonna wait until the end of the season to drop Arrow, but if that happens, I'm dropping it right away. The writers clearly have no respect for the Green Arrow mythos or DC Comics mythos at all. I mean, just look at what they did to the League of Assassins last year and making Felicity basically an Oracle rip-off. I mean, 'Over-Watch', really?

But anything, this story was born from that anger. And in case you haven't caught on from my rant above, if you've come to this story hoping that Laurel's death brings Oliver and Felicity back together, you've come to the wrong place. At this point in the game, I am as far Anti-Olicity and Anti-Felicity as you can get. Anyone trying to pick a fight will either be laughed at or reported, this is your only warning.

Oliver's loft

Early morning

Oliver lied awake in bed, having gotten no sleep the night before. It still didn't feel real, Laurel being dead. Even just thinking the words made it seem surreal. Glancing over at the clock, Oliver decided it was time to get up. Even though he felt like just staying in bed for the rest of his life.

Oliver numbly got out of bed and walked down the stairs. He was in the living room when he realized he had an uninvited house guest. Under normal circumstances, he would be ready for battle. But right now, he just didn't care. He simply watched as Nyssa al Ghul stood up and faced him. He noticed that his technically-wife had been crying. And Nyssa never cried.

"Is it true, is Laurel…" Nyssa trailed off unable to finish.

"Yeah." Oliver said, unable to help the crack in his voice.

"How?" Nyssa demanded hoarsely.

"Damien Darhk. He had us all in a prison during a riot so he could escape. He got his power back and had Laurel. I shot an arrow at him but he caught it and used his magic to trap me as he stabbed Laurel with my arrow. I got her to the hospital and the doctors stabilized her, it looked like she was going to be fine. We were talking and she just started convulsing. The doctors came in and tried to save her…but…but there was nothing they could do." Oliver's voice went from numb to carefully controlled to full of high-pitched sadness.

Nyssa did something he had only seen her do when Sara had poisoned herself: she burst out crying. Oliver, unable to help himself, walked over and took her in his arms. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't even friendship, but right now these two needed each other as they grieved for the woman they had both loved in different ways.

Quentin Lance's apartment

Same time

Quentin stared at the untouched bottle of vodka in front of him, which was next to a glass cup. He had gotten home late last night and gotten out this bottle of vodka and a glass but he had not yet opened the bottle. All night, without sleeping, he had debated with himself about opening the bottle. At his weakest moments, every time he reached for it, he pictured Laurel's face. Her face as he went to his fist AA meeting, how proud she was of him. In the present, Quentin picked up the bottle. He stared at it for a moment before walking into the kitchen, opened it, and dumped the entire thing down the drain.

As he set the empty bottle on the counter, someone knocked on the door. Feeling numb, Quentin walked over to the door and opened it without checking to see who was on the other side. Donna stood there, unshed tears in her eyes. She stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug.

"I just heard. I'm so sorry Quentin." She whispered in his ear.

The dam broke and he returned her hug as he finally broke down.

Laurel and Thea's apartment

Same time

Thea sat in her bed, buried in her sheets. Tears ran down her face as she stared at the walls, seeing nothing as she sat there numbly. She had tried to get out of bed three times by this point, but every time she started to, she'd spot something in the hallway. Like a picture of her and Laurel, or the couch where she and Laurel used to watch movies whenever Laurel was off work. So she'd just get back in bed.

Hearing someone walk into the doorway, Thea looked up and gasped. Roy Harper stood in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

"I…just heard last night about Laurel. I drove all night to get here. I can leave if you want to be alone." Roy said nervously.

"Stay." Thea pleaded brokenly.

Roy got into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. Roy didn't say anything, simply held her and stroked her back in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

Diggle apartment

Same time

Diggle sat at the kitchen table, numb to everything around him. He had been numb since Laurel had died. It was his fault, he did this. He had trusted Andy, despite Oliver's warnings, and Laurel had died because of it. No matter what anyone else said, he was as responsible for Laurel's death as Darhk.

"Johnny," Lyla came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, "It wasn't your fault. You weren't the only one Andy fooled. I trusted him and let him into this house as much as you did. And it was my job to read people. No one could have known."

"Oliver did," Diggle pointed out softly, "he knew. He tried to get me to open my eyes and I didn't listen to him. I didn't listen to him and Laurel died because of it. No matter which way you spin it, it always ends up at Laurel dying because of what Andy did. And he was only able to do that because I trusted him."

Lyla didn't say anything, simply grasped his hand. Diggle closed his eyes, letting a tear slid down his face, a tear for Laurel.

So, what do you guys think? And if anyone is displeased that I didn't show Felicity's reaction, well I only showed those who I felt were closest to her or were personally affected by her death. And if that's not enough justification for you, I just couldn't do it. With how self-absorbed they have made Felicity since season three, I couldn't picture Felicity's reaction without her somehow making it about her like she did with the Oliver/William situation, both times.

Anyway, please any thoughts or comments in review, feedback is greatly appreciated.