Dear Readers! It's been a long time I published anything as I'm working on my original story but I got this idea stuck in my head, and I had to put it "on paper". It started out as a one shot but seems to turn into two now, or I will just add the next chapter to this, we will see. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave a good or bad feedback. Thank you all :)

P.S.: I apologize for any mistake I might have made, it was in the middle of the night I wrote this.

P.P.S.: I made some changes, so it isn't completely like the final but it's based on the events of that episode.

P.P.P.S.: I didn't use the right quotation marks as it's supposed to be in English. I hope it doesn't ruin anyone's fun.

Under all the broken pieces, under all the hard metal, and under all the heavy concrete, there laid Felicity Smoak. How she got there was not nearly the question… The question was more like why did she get there? That was the question what bothered her the most while being covered in dust, not seeing anything without her glasses –not that there were so many things to see in the complete darkness of a collapsed world but it still would have given more of a comfort to have her glasses on her nose- and most likely being speared by a steel pillar while having her leg trapped under a piece of concrete. In the last few months her life turned upside down because of one single person. For a long time she kept telling herself that mentioned one single person was Walter. However, now having the last minutes of her life finally, she could be honest with herself. That certain one single person was no one else than Oliver Queen, well known playboy billionaire, not so directly well known Mr. Hoody, both of those having the sign on them „Out of Felicity's league". She was only the sidekick, the geek, the IT department, not the heroine of the story, no she was just… well, just „Try harder Felicity." She did, she really did try her best to save the city, or to help Oliver to save it from complete demolition by the evil master plan of a crazy psychopath but she wasn't the heroin. She failed, and now she was about to die. At least you had a bite of the big one's pie, Felicity, she thought to herself. In the last few months, she was almost exploded, shot down, almost exploded again, flew in an elevator hold by Oliver Queen himself, and last but not least, arrested even if she'd not even got a parking ticket ever. Her mother would be entirely outraged what had become of Felicity who'd never got into trouble.

She just couldn't believe that she would die this way. Even sidekicks deserve to have a kiss from the hero. All the small touches, the moments of flirt just made her want that kiss more… She always thought that during some highly dangerous mission she would be kissed by Oliver because the situation required it. Most certainly she was smarter than to think he would feel anything for her but she would have been happy to die that way. But she had to die disappointed because she didn't even get that. This was so completely unfair, she thought to herself, laughing about how childish she was, though, her laughter was more of a cough than anything else. The worst thing though, was that she was more scared that Oliver couldn't give her that so incredibly wanted kiss because he was dead, and not because she was dying. What if he was trapped under something as well, and couldn't get out? What if… What if he was already gone? No, that was something she couldn't think about.

She was very thirsty, her mouth was completely dry, and she kept inhaling dust, making her cough, causing even more pain in her stomach. She kept telling herself she couldn't fall asleep because that would be the end for her, and she deserved that kiss, she thought stubbornly. Suddenly maybe she was hallucinating but she could swear she heard her name being yelled. Oliver was her first thought, he knew she was there, and he came to escape her. She tried to answer, wanting to give a clue of her whereabouts but still, it was more of a rather rough and loud cough than a scream. The concrete piece was lifted from her. She blinked rapidly as even more dust flew into her eyes, trying to make out the form in front of her.

„Thank God, you're alive," she couldn't see but she definitely knew the voice, it was Diggle. A small part of her was very disappointed, felt let down but of course, she was optimistic, and she was saved, things could only improve from there.

„Are you hurt?" Diggle asked, looking concerned at her as he pulled her out from the hole she was buried to.

„Yeah, yeah, I mean, I thought I was being speared but I seem to be in one piece, and I am saved as much as I can tell, unlike my favourite shirt, it's been torn completely," she looked at her darkish blue shirt being completely covered in dirt, and blood… „Is this my blood? I guess, not likely that it belongs to someone else as no one else was here…"

Then she stopped her usual ramble, and moved her eyes up to the man in front of her. He was also covered in blood, some bruises, and wounds, nothing what some stitches couldn't help with but as she glanced around, her stomach dropped, and she had to support herself against some of the remains of the building.

„Where is Oliver?" She asked in a small voice, fearing the worst.

„Don't worry, Felicity, he's alright, out there, looking for Laurel," he informed her, clearly having no idea about the romantic feelings she had toward the other man.

She only nodded as a response. Her hero is out there looking for his heroin, and that wasn't her. She was the one who had to be satisfied with the other sidekick. That was fine by her, they were all alive, and that was the point.

„Are you alright?" Diggle asked worridly as she swayed for a second.

„Of course, yes, don't worry… I have a medication bag with me, I'll stitch you up," she smiled, nodding. She was fine, and she was only imagening things when she thought she was speared.

She took some painkillers before starting to play doctor on Diggle as her head was pounding like a heavy metal concert was being played in it, also her stomach felt hot and cold in the meantime.

„Felicity, you need to track Laurel for me," Oliver stomped in, his body all tensed, his face haunted, and he looked anything but the Hoody in that moment.

She was worried about him. She could only imagine what this would do with him in both short and long run. He had such a big heart, and he carried the pain of the whole world on his shoulders, taking responsibility for the things he got nothing to do with.

„Yes, Oliver, Felicity is alright, and I'm okay as well, thank you for asking," Diggle snorted, quite annoyed.

In all honesty, she could understand his annoyance. They could have died, all of them, and a single „Glad you're alive." would have been nice. But this story is about a hero and his heroin, and clearly, they mattered only a little beside them.

„You are alive but Tommy is dead, he died in my arms, and I can't lose anyone else, too," Oliver growled dangerously, his jaw moving as he tried to keep his usual badass posture.

Tommy was dead, she noted the information. This was even worse she thought it would be. She had to help him, couldn't let him fall even harder.

„My tablet is in my purse, I held onto it just in case, you can never know when you might be asked to serve someone… I mean, not that I'm a servant of course, I'm your employee, and you aren't the worst boss in the world, a little demanding maybe but under current situations like this one…"

„Felicity," Oliver stopped her rant with that, and with looking at her like he was ready to tie her to a chair if she didn't do, what he ordered her to do. Not that being tied in the same room with him would be such a terrible thing… And she needed to get her mind out of her panties.

„Tracking, yes…" she nodded, reaching for her tablet.

The signal was dead but she knew her way around enough to know there are some what could still be used. It would take a few minutes though to connect to those.

„Felicity," Oliver said her name again, though it was more of a growl this time, and she didn't even dare to look up.

He was towering above her, invading her personal space, what she really needed this time, his scent was too strong, his presence was too strong, and made it difficult to concentrate on the task in her hands.

„I need more time, my tablet is not made for this, I'm not even sure if I can…" she mumbled, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the screen, hoping it would make it load faster.

„Try harder, Felicity!" Oliver almost yelled at her, making her wince.

That was it. What enough, was enough. There was only so many things even she could handle without losing her cool.

„You try harder, Oliver!" She screamed at him, stepping up to him, chest to chest, toe to toe, not caring how he was double size of her. „I was here, trapped in a hole made by concrete, and dust, and metal, and I could have died! But you didn't care! You didn't even think of coming for me even though, you knew I was here when the device went off! You didn't even think of that because all you cared about was Laurel! The Laurel who only causes you pain, and the Laurel who doesn't even know you! She only knows Oliver 1.1, the old version of you who sailed out with her sister but she has no freaking idea about Oliver 1.2 who has to play the macho daytime, or Oliver 2.1 who is struggling with getting back to normal life because a piece of him will always be on that island, or Oliver 2.2 who is Mr. Hoody, running around, shooting arrows into bad people! She only knows one of those, and even that one is gone forever!"

There it was, now she told him what she thought… And that made her feel nauzeous… And something was wrong… That was the last thing she could think of before fading into darkness.