Summary: Felicity and Diggle's plane to Lian Yu crashes. Basically, Season 2 doesn't exist, except for the first minute and thirty-four seconds. This was a plot bunny I could not get out of my head.

Disclaimer: If I owned Arrow, I would make Stephen Amell do the Salmon Ladder in every single episode. Let's be serious. Also, the song "Promise Me This" is from Pancho's Lament. I used to be obsessed with Dawson's Creek. It is the song that was playing when Pacey watched Joey sleep. *hangs head in nerdy shame* It fits the Olicity ship surprisingly well.

CHAPTER ONE

In hindsight, Felicity should have listened to her gut feeling when they booked the final arrangements from Beijing International Airport to Lian Yu.

The pilot himself hadn't been all that encouraging, and the booking agent hadn't been very forthcoming on the details when Diggle pressed for his flying credentials and experience.

The plane… to say that the plane was old would be an understatement. It was rusty. Felicity could have sworn she spotted a few bullet holes. And when they climbed aboard, it was clear that the plane they had chartered was not exactly meant to transport human passengers.

But she and Diggle were not billionaires, able to secretly hire the family pilot to drop them off on an island in the middle of the North China Sea. They had barely managed to scrape together enough funds, using a combination of credit cards, for the trip in the first place. And they were desperate.

They had both ignored their instinct.

And so, when the pilot began yelling in Mandarin as the plane shook, before taking a steep nosedive, Felicity and Diggle both looked at each other, not altogether unsurprised.

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Felicity's eyes fluttered open. All she could see was a light, burning so brightly that it forced her eyes closed again. This repeated for awhile—open and close, open and close… until finally her eyes adjusted to the harsh light beaming down on her.

For a brief moment, as she wavered in and out of consciousness, Felicity wondered if she was dead. Then, the searing pain hit. She couldn't focus, the pain seemed all encompassing.

Definitely not dead, then.

Felicity groaned. She felt groggy, and had a massive headache that felt remarkably like the one horrible hangover she had after she had finished finals.

She stared up at the bright light, her eyes blinking, for quite some time, before coming to the realization that the bright light was the sun… and then she remembered.

She remembered throwing up as the plane took a sharp nosedive descent. Diggle had grabbed her, strapping on a parachute, and bailing out. She remembered screaming -

"Felicity!"

Oh, the screaming was coming from her.

She closed her eyes again, attempting to take deep breaths, reminding herself that a panic attack on a deserted island was not going to help. When she opened her eyes, Oliver was leaning over her.

She stared at him, wide eyed, mindlessly reaching out for any part of him she could, needing proof that he was real.

"Oliver," she breathed.

Absently, she went to adjust her glasses, and frowned. "My glasses-"

"You lost them on the way down," Oliver told her.

"Diggle!" Felicity exclaimed, trying to sit up.

Pain seared through her leg and lower back, so severe that she gasped, letting out a small cry.

Oliver placed his hand on her hip, stilling her. "Diggle is fine," Oliver assured her. "He's getting the first aid kit."

Felicity frowned at him. "Why?"

Her eyes followed Oliver's as he looked down.

Oh.

She stared at her right leg, which was covered in blood. Then, she noticed the deep, open cut right extending across her thigh, right above her kneecap, and mercifully passed out.

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When Felicity woke the next time, there was less light. There was a breeze, and it was… cooler. She felt groggy and numb.

There were also noises. Oh. Voices.

Felicity groaned.

"Don't move," a voice told her hastily, when she tried to sit up.

Felicity tried to focus on where the voice was coming from. It was hard, at first. Everything was hazy.

"Oli… Oliver?" she asked, her eyes squinting at the figure next to her.

"Yeah," he said, his voice gruff. "It's me."

"Digg…" she said, trying to sit up again.

"On your other side, Felicity," Diggle told her, pressing his hand on her shoulder. She turned towards his voice, relaxing.

"I feel funny," she told them.

"You had a deep cut on your right leg. It just missed your kneecap," Oliver told her. "Diggle and I had to give you something to numb the pain while we stitched you up. You'll have another scar. I'm sorry."

Felicity smiled. "Another scar!" she said happily.

She squinted at Oliver, and frowned. He did not look happy about her scar. In fact, he looked particularly unhappy. Which, for Oliver, was saying something.

"You shouldn't have come here," Oliver said, his voice tense, turning towards Diggle. "How could you let her come here?"

"Don't yell at him!" Felicity told him angrily, before Diggle could defend himself. "It was my idea! I was going, with or without him! Diggle wanted to let you stew in your own misery!"

She blinked rapidly, furiously swiping at her eyes. She would not cry in front of Oliver. Even if she was still groggy and loopy.

"We would have called," Diggle said flatly. "But the island doesn't exactly have reception, does it?"

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "You were supposed to keep her safe. "

"You weren't supposed to leave," Diggle shot back.

"Please," Felicity begged, hating how small her voice sounded. "Don't fight. I'm… I'm so tired."

Diggle and Oliver turned their attention towards her. Oliver touched the back of his hand to her forehead as Diggle gently touched her right leg.

"The herbs haven't quite worn off yet," Oliver told her gently. "You should go back to sleep."

Felicity nodded weakly. "No more fighting," she said sternly.

"No more fighting," Diggle repeated, squeezing her hand as he helped her adjust her position.

"No more fighting," Oliver promised. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Felicity opened her mouth to speak, but yawned instead.

"Sleep, Felicity," Oliver said softly.

Felicity nodded, allowing herself to close her eyes, feeling surprisingly content for being injured and stranded on an island called Purgatory.