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cosmic-lavender · 3 years

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Stability Chapter 11

Otis Driftwood x Reader

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"You listen to me, and you listen well! I am gonna kill every member of your family! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim!" A disgusting squishy sound-filled the empty void of the cell. Sheriff Wydell had stabbed Mama Firefly in the stomach and twisted it until the light left her eyes.

He was done playing this cat and mouse game. Mama's last taunt and laughter that ran through the station after more questioning pushed him over the edge. He had grabbed a large knife from his office and stabbed her in the stomach. As she fell to the ground he stood and took in the scene of what he had done. There was no turning back now, people like these people are monsters he thought to himself and the only thing monsters fear are other monsters. He had discovered through the interrogation that his brother was indeed murdered by Mama herself when he had come to investigate the cheerleader's disappearance.

Sheriff John Wydell's eyes widened at the sight of his dead brother getting up from the couch he was sitting on, he began stuttering "I'm, I'm walking the line on this brother. I'm... I'm walking".George Wydell scoffed and answered sarcastically "Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill 'em!" John Wydell jumped up in a cold sweat… oh it was just a dream he thought, or was it? It couldn't be this hard to be signed by his brother that he needed to avenge him. "I'm brother, I'm trying," he thought to himself.

"Why are you over here all by yourself handsome? Married or not you don't gotta be all alone"... Candy had slinked over to where Otis was laying on the couch downing a bottle of Jack Daniels. The rest of the crew was partying with the ladies at the brothel. Otis wasn't in the mood to party though. He wanted to get out of here and get moving.

He felt guilty which was surprising for someone like him, that he was here enjoying a safe environment for the night without knowing where you were. "What do you want woman" he scoffed and attempted to get up.. "now now lay down You look like a mess Is your back hurting or something I can give you a massage I am a masseuse Well at least I can give a good enough massage that feels like I'm a masseuse" Candy said in a sultry voice twirling her hair, "listen here woman I said I ain't fucking you so go on and get" Otis said shooing her away with his hand.

"Hey now no one said anything about fucking! How about I help you out friend to friend? You just must be tense worrying about your old lady out there". She sat next to him on the couch, he slowly got up to face her, "just a massage right No funny business or I'll throw your ass through the window". "Duly noted" she laughed and helped him stand grabbing his arm. She led him to a soft mattress on the floor.

Sheriff Wydell on the other hand was not having the best night either, he was racking his brain on what was the next step to take for finding the four of you. He found himself staring at himself in the mirror talking to himself "You know I got to tell you, that's some catch phrase you got there, Devil's Rejects. What? You got something to say to me clown, huh. I bet you scare lots of folks, don't ya? Yeah, regular fuckiin' killer. You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? Huh, what you got! What you got! Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Your righteous sword of vengeance. Let my blows be true. From the illusion leads me to truth. From darkness leads me to light. From death leads me to eternal life."

"Ah sir? That guy you asked for is here" his deputy Ray Dobson knocked on the door to his office breaking him out of his trance. It was his deputy, who made the connection that the aliases the family members usually went by and their connection to the old Groucho Marx films. He also discovered that the Fireflies were associated with the local clowns celebrity Captain Spaulding. Hoping to gain some insight into this connection, Wydell brought in film critic Marty Walker for consultation.

The over the top Marty illustrated how each of the killers named themselves after characters played by Groucho Marx throughout the course of his career. Things between Wydell and Walker quickly became unsavory when the critic made a remark about Elvis Presley. Marty head scateched his head while looking at the clues pinned to the board "that goddamn fucking Elvis Presley." Sheriff Wydell looked up at him with his eyes wide and full of rage.

"What'd you say about the King?!" Marty was clearly taken aback by the sudden tone change and looked around at everyone else in the room before sputtering out "I said he died three days before Grouch…" Wydell walked very close to him, looked him deep in the eyes and slowly said "Marty... if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aaron Presley I WILL KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!".

"Boss don't you remember we had to run in with that guy Charlie not too long ago didn't he stay around with the guy named Spalding?" Ray quickly replied trying to defuse the situation. "Well goddamn you're right Ray… let's go pay Mr. Charlie boy a visit" he backed away from Marty and grabbed his hat. "Be seeing you Marty"

Spalding had told Charlie that if he went and bought some fresh chicken He whipped them up some fried chicken on the house as a thank you for letting them hide out there. Unbeknownst to Charlie Sheriff Wydell had spotted him leaving the funtown and heading towards the chicken stand. He corners Charlie and demands that he give up the three of them and if he had any information on where you were he needs to give that information up to or it would not end well for him.

He also asked him if he catches Otis in any compromising situations if he could snap a photo. It would be in his best interest. "I was also wondering," Wydell said, closing the car door a bit more on Charlie. He had closed his car door on Charlie's hands after instructing him to approach the vehicle once they cornered him in with their vehicle. "Is this girl with them by any chance? and I'm only going to give you one chance to answer me honestly" he held up a picture of you, Charlie shook his head viciously "no no naw she ain't with them gods truth man god's truth".. "god's truth hmm well you know where she is? I would like to have a little chat with her" Wydell replied. "Oh c'mon what's that lil girl gonna do" Charlie attempted to chuckle. "Hmm" Wydell said "looks can be deceiving, anyways tonight midnight I'll be seeing you". He released his hand and drove off in a cloud of dirt and smoke.

Back at the house unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it for Otis, Candy was actually a very good masseuse and actually did just give him massage without reaching for his penis which is what he assumed was going to happen. His back was killing him from the hours of driving and that shit van they had stolen from the family back at the motel.

He also was holding a lot of stress in his shoulders from the anxiety of the plan not going his way and not having any word from you now for multiple days. Unfortunately now she wouldn't stop following him around which was starting to piss him off because one she was annoying and two his back was still hurting and he could have used another massage. "You sure you don't want another one I mean you passed out during yesterday's massage just let me do your shoulders just a little more" she said skipping toward him.

He wasn't sure if she was just trying to be nice or she was trying to wear him down to fuck her or something. He sat cleaning his knife while staring off into space thinking about you and when you gave this knife to him. You were in town with Baby and wandered into an antique store. You knew as soon as you saw it you had to have it.. he was overjoyed at the knife and vowed to never go anywhere without it.

"What took you all so long? You said you were just heading into town for some supplies tonight" He asked , slamming the screen door behind him and walking out towards the car. You had insisted on driving your mustang into town with Baby on a girl's trip while he was in the middle of a project. He was hesitant but he allowed it because he knew that you two could probably use some girl time, he wasn't the easiest to always be around.

"Oh shut up Don't know why you always got to be rushing people" Baby replied flipping her hair and strolling past Otis. "Fuck you" "no fuck you" "no fuck" "Hey!!" You yelled waving your hand in his face. "I took so long because I got you something, I saw it and I couldn't pass it up". You pulled out a dark paper bag and handed it to him. He looked inside and got silent, it was a large beautiful knife. Taking it out the bag he held it in his large hands and studied it closely. "Shit darlin this, this is beautiful..for me huh?" "Yeah of course!" "Why though?" He asked looking back at you with general confusion on his face. You walked over and stepped up on your tippy toes to softly kiss him. "Just wanted to do something nice because I love you". You said patting his chest and walking inside after Baby.

He stood there for a few more moments looking at the knife and tucking it in his boot. Once inside he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you deep. "Thanks.. ah.. I just don't know how to accept gifts, not used to 'em." "Well I'm glad you like it" you smiled up at him "had me worried for a second I was starting wonder if you didn't like it" "naw I love it it's going everywhere with me always" he said wrapping his long arms around you "just like you".

"Stop hovering woman!! If I need anything from you I'd ask now get" he huffed at her looking back to his knife. She stood for a moment and turned on her heels and headed away. Charlie headed back to the house trying to swallow the anxiety in his throat. He didn't want to betry the group but he also wanted to protect his business and livelyhood. He stopped at the liquor store and grabbed a bunch more bottles of Jack Daniels, might as well get them drunk and make this shit easier.

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jbuffyangel · 7 years

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Broken Pieces: Chapter 11

The final chapter is here! Thank you all so much for reading! And a special thank you to @hotcookinmama for her amazing editing skills. You make me a better writer with every story! I love you!

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Chapter 11

***Way Down We Go by Kaleo

Damien Darhk awoke in cold and dark space. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he rapidly picked up the sound of a beeping monitor. He looked down at his hand and saw an IV connected. Then the wave of intense pain hit.

"You're not dead," Oliver's deep and confident voice boomed around him.

Damien turned and saw Oliver sitting in front of him, except they were separated by bars. With some difficulty, Damien slid off the bed so he could stand and face Oliver.

"Why not?" Damien moaned.

"I have it on good authority you can survive a sword," Oliver answered.

Suddenly, a panic seized Damien and he looked down at his wound. He was relieved to find it stitched up.

"The Lazarus Pit didn't bring you back from the dead, Damien. Good old-fashioned medicine did. Consider yourself lucky. All I had was tea," Oliver explained dryly.

Damien winced again and Oliver added, "We skipped the pain meds."

"Who's we?"

"Oh, you have John Diggle to thank. He and Lyla air lifted you off that roof to ARGUS's top surgeons."

Damien struggled to walk, so he sat down on the bed again, "Why on earth would John Diggle save me?"

"Because I asked him to. And because he loves Felicity more than he hates you."

Damien smirked, "So my daughter begged for my life?"

“No, I didn’t. I told them to let you die,” Felicity answered calmly, stepping out from the shadows.

The smirk faded from Damien's face as she emerged and stood next to Oliver, facing her father behind the bars.

“I was actually pretty angry with Oliver when he told me that he saved you,” Felicity explained. She continued with a playful lilt in her voice, “But then I remembered… marriage is all about compromise. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Playing along Oliver said, “Yes. Absolutely.”

“So, I came up with this,” Felicity said raising her hands to the jail cell.

“And this is?” Damien asked, wincing again in pain.

“Lian Yu,” Felicity answered coldly.

Damien swallowed hard, “Where Slade Wilson is?”

“Well, we thought it was best if the two of you didn’t meet. ARGUS has been busy building cells. This is their newest addition,” Felicity answered.

“You can’t do this!”

Felicity stepped towards the cell. Oliver reached to hold her back, but she shook him off. Seething Felicity said, “Oh yes I can. You killed Andy. You killed Laurel. You’ve terrorized everyone I love. You see, when Oliver told me he spared your life I realized something. Death is too good for you. You deserve to live the rest of your life in the cold. In the dark. In the silence. And when you die… nobody will even notice because we will have forgotten all about you long ago. It will be like you never existed.”

Incensed, Damien shot back, “I will get out, daughter, and when I do I am coming for you… for him… and for that abomination growing in your belly.”

Very calmly, Felicity pulled a gun from her jacket. Oliver stood in surprise, but before he could stop her, Felicity fired a bullet into Damien’s leg. He fell to the ground and screamed in agony.

“You’re not getting it, Dad,” Felicity said, her voice eerily relaxed, “I have absolutely no problem killing you, but I’ve realized you don’t fear death. I think there’s even a part of you that craves it. Living is your hell. And I am committed to making you live in torment,” Felicity kneeled so she was eye to eye with Damien, “But if you even breathe the wrong way, I will know about it. The silence and the cold and the never-ending isolation will be like a vacation compared to what I will do to you.”

“Alright. I’ll bite.”

Felicity smiled evenly, “I will come back and put a bullet in your heart. I will watch you die.”

Damien chuckled, “So much for death being too good for me.”

“I didn’t say you would stay dead.”

His smile faded immediately as Felicity pulled a syringe, filled with a clear liquid, from her jacket.

“I will plunge this into your heart and resurrect you with the Lazarus Pit. There will be no pills. No legions of followers willing to sacrifice themselves for the great and powerful Damien Darhk. The bloodlust will consume you and I will let it. Then you, my father, will spend your final days lost in madness.”

Damien’s face grew pale, and for the first time Felicity saw real fear in his eyes.

“Where did you get that?” He asked hesitantly.

“A gift from Nyssa Al Ghul. Turns out she hates you almost as much as her father did… and that was before you killed Laurel,” Felicity explained. She tipped her head to the side and added, “So what were you saying about my baby?”

Damien met Felicity’s steely gaze, but finally looked away. Sitting in his jail cell, clinging to his wounds, he was a cowering shadow of a man. Satisfied, Felicity stood up and handed the gun to Oliver.

“Think I’m about done here. Meet you at the plane?” Felicity asked, her voice perky again.

Oliver nodded, “Right behind you.”

Felicity turned and confidently walked towards the ladder without a second glance at her father.

“Felicity!” Damien called out. “I am still your father.”

Felicity paused, the sunlight hitting the top of her head and illuminating her in a bright light, “Perhaps, but I will think of you as dead until HaShem makes you so.”

Damien closed his eyes in despair as Felicity climbed the rest of the way out of the cell, shutting it behind her, enveloping him in darkness once again. The two men regarded one another in silence for a long time.

Finally, Damien said, "You know that bullet I fired was meant for you."

"I know."

"I wonder... what if you had died? What if you hadn't broken my wrist? Would Laurel still be alive? The what ifs will haunt you for the rest of your life." Damien mused.

Oliver shook his head, "No. They won't. This isn't my fault. You killed Laurel. Not me. And for that I'm leaving you here to rot for a long, long time."

Damien shook his head, “You should have let me die, Al Sah-Him.”

Oliver stood and moved closer to the bars, "I didn’t do it for you. I did it for her.”

“So she could have her revenge? It seems my child has inherited my thirst for vengeance,” Damien muttered bitterly.

Oliver shook his head, “Even after all this time you’ve spent studying and watching her, you still don’t have a clue who she is.”

“But I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Damien replied flippantly.

Oliver breathed deeply, as if the very thought of Felicity was air to him, “She’s the light in the dark. For me, for anyone she touches. She brings out the best in all of us because she is the best of us.”

“She thinks she can lock me down here and escape me, but I’m in her blood. I’m the darkness she can’t hide from, Al Sah-Him, and you just had a front row seat to who she truly is.”

“This isn’t vengeance. It’s justice,” Oliver stated matter of factly. “You’ve taken so much from her, from all of us, but there is something I am determined to take back.”

“And what’s that?”

“Hope.”

“Hope in what?”

“You can't change if you're dead, Damien. I wasn't prepared to take that hope from Felicity forever, whether she can feel it or not. She's lost enough already.”

Damien shook his head in disbelief, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“She has been the light for me more times than I can count. Now it’s my turn.”

Damien chuckled hollowly, “You’re a fool.”

“Maybe. We’ll let The Island decide.”

Damien coughed, "When I left the League I stole some of the Lazarus Pit."

"I know."

"I used the last of it on Malcolm and Tommy. I'm aging, Oliver. I won't have long."

"Then I guess there's a clock on it."

"On what? My rehabilitation?"

"You think I brought you here to rehabilitate you?"

"Yes."

Oliver shook his head, "I brought you here to break you. That’s what this island does. What you do after that is up to you. Someone will be back to look at that wound.”

Oliver turned to leave, and Damien shouted out to him.

"You can't leave me in this hell hole!"

Oliver paused, turned and said, "You're not in hell, Elijah. You're in Purgatory."

Oliver climbed the ladder and slammed shut the door to Damien's underground dungeon, leaving him alone in the silence and the darkness.

***Pieces by Rob Thomas

Oliver stepped out onto the beach as the portal closed behind him. The bright light of the sun blinded him, and it took his eyes a minute to adjust. When the world became clear again he saw Felicity leaning over a piece of driftwood, throwing up.

Rushing to her side, Oliver gathered her hair in his hands and stroked her back, “Hey. You okay?”

Felicity took a deep breath, and Oliver handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth. She sighed, “It’d be great if I could be on this island without vomiting.”

“Morning sickness or …?” Oliver asked hesitantly.

Felicity furrowed her brow in confusion, “Morning sickness, of course.”

Oliver nodded quietly as he pulled a small bag of pretzels out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Felicity, “Okay.”

Felicity smiled a little and began eating from the package gratefully, “Where did these come from?”

Oliver shrugged, “Diggle said it’d be a good idea to have food on hand at all times.”

Felicity continued to snack and said, “This isn’t distracting me from that ‘or’ or that incredulous look on your face, Oliver.”

“I just thought maybe you were upset about your father.”

Felicity’s face darkened, “You weren’t listening. I don’t care about him.”

Oliver countered, “Oh, I was listening. Those were some pretty serious threats.”

“Thought you would be more impressed with my aim,” Felicity answered dryly.

Oliver gave her an exasperated look, and Felicity looked him in the eye sternly, “I meant every word, Oliver.”

Oliver skeptically asked, “Did you?”

“Look, we agreed okay? He lives. He suffers. He dies. That’s our deal, but if you think I am going to live in fear or let him hurt anyone I love ever again --”

“I understand why you threatened him. I even think the threat was necessary, but this is just you and me here. Are you really prepared to go through with it?”

Felicity put her hands over her stomach protectively, her voice becoming small, “I am so happy about this baby. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone you never met this much… but I do. And I can’t stop thinking --”

Felicity faltered and Oliver stroked her cheek gently before asking, “Can stop thinking what?”

“Of all the ways it can go wrong. And I’m not just talking about the pregnancy. I’m talking about when the baby is here. I look around our loft, and it looks like a death chamber right now.”

“Well, that’s what baby proofing is for. Also, Diggle says they don’t go very far in the first few months.”

“Yeah well… how do I baby proof against my father?” Felicity asked tearfully.

Oliver sighed and took Felicity in his arms, holding her tight. He kissed the top of her head, the scent of her lavender and vanilla shampoo mixing with the sea air. The familiar scent of his past and future colliding into an inexplicable and miraculous mix. “Do you think I would let anything happen to this child? To you?”

Felicity shook her head as she rested her head against Oliver’s chest, cocooned safely in the strength of his arms.

“If he ever came after you or this baby…,” Oliver faltered, “You wouldn’t have to use the pit, Felicity. I’d break his neck.”

Felicity pulled away, “Not to rehash the same fight we’ve had three times already, but hasn’t he done enough? He killed Andy and Laurel --”

“I know --”

“His very existence is a threat, Oliver.”

“I know.”

Felicity closed her eyes, “I just want to be rid of him.”

Oliver countered, “He’s your father. He’ll always be a part of you, honey. Even after he’s dead. Trust me.”

“That’s not enough of a reason for me. That doesn’t explain why you are doing all of this.”

“Because maybe he can change. My father did. Malcolm did.”

Felicity sighed, “Oliver…”

“It may not have happened until their final moments, but it happened. All I know is that hope exists as long as Damien lives.”

Felicity’s voice broke, “I know I’ve always hoped for that before, but I just can’t hold onto that anymore. It just hurts too much.”

Oliver held her close again and said, “You go ahead and let go of it. I’ll hope for you.”

Felicity looked up at him, and Oliver wiped the tears as they trailed down her face, “Why?”

He nodded, “Because you’ve done it for me so many times I’ve lost count. More times than I even probably realize.”

“I have done a lot of the emotional heavy lifting in this relationship.”

Oliver chuckled, “So, maybe put this one on my shoulders this time. I can handle it.”

Felicity wrapped her arms around Oliver’s neck and mused softly, “They are very big shoulders.”

Resolved, Oliver brushed the hair out of her face and said, “Some day your father will die. Whether it’s by my hands or natural causes… it will happen. But Damien took a piece of you, Felicity, and I’m going to get it back. He’s doesn’t get to take it with him.”

Felicity bit her lip, “And if it never comes back?”

Oliver looked at her softly, “It will. It just takes time.”

A beat passed between them before Felicity added, “But in the meantime, he suffers, right?”

“Absolutely. Solitary confinement. No pain meds --”

“No cable,” Felicity interjected.

“Food is absolute crap,” Oliver finished firmly.

“Good,” Felicity answered, before pausing and taking the syringe from her pocket. She and Oliver stared at it for a moment in silence before she said, “Maybe I’ll let you hang onto this.”

Oliver answered softly, “Maybe that’s a good idea.”

Oliver took it from Felicity’s hand gently and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

Felicity hesitated before asking, “What if he never changes?”

Oliver smiled a little, “Well… then, that’s on him.”

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“You asked the question.”

Felicity folded her arms, “So?”

“So… maybe your hope isn’t as far gone as I thought,” Oliver explained, his smile growing wider.

Felicity tilted her head thoughtfully and said, “Maybe you’re just a good influence.”

“Well, I learned from the best,” Oliver whispered before gently kissing Felicity.

Felicity sank deeper into the kiss as she felt a weight lifting. The rage had been sitting in her chest, making it hard to breathe, but now she felt lighter. The grief and pain, even the fear, was still there, but it wasn’t consuming her. It was like a shadow lifting. In the warmth of Oliver’s embrace, Felicity could once again feel the sun on her face.

***Come By Fire Sara Jackson-Holman

The crowd dispersed as Laurel's funeral ended. Captain Lance and Dinah held onto each other tightly for support, and Diggle helped them into the limo. Oliver paused and turned to look back. Tommy remained frozen in front of Laurel's gravestone. He squeezed Felicity's hand gently and she gave him a soft kiss in understanding before continuing on without him.

Oliver stood a few feet behind Tommy and for a long time the two men stood in absolute silence. Finally, Oliver voiced the only thing he could think of.

"I don't know what to say Tommy."

Tommy nodded and sniffed as he wiped the tears from his eyes, “Heard you’re going to be a dad.”

Oliver smiled a little, “Yeah.”

“That’s amazing, Ollie. Congratulations, really. You’ll be a great one. I know it,” Tommy said earnestly.

“I don’t know about that,” Oliver answered uncertainly.

Tommy firmly responded, “I do.”

Touched, Oliver said, “Thank you.”

Tommy swallowed hard, “Laurel and me… we talked about kids. Just before she…”

Tommy trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

Oliver closed his eyes and whispered, “Tommy…” He felt a sharp pain in his chest, the guilt mixing with the intense relief that he still had Felicity.

Tommy shook his head, “Can you believe that? One minute we were talking kids and houses and then next… she’s gone. And now I’m here. Staring at her grave.”

“It’s not fair,” Oliver offered.

“It’s more than unfair. It’s unimaginable. It’s not supposed to be this way. It was never suppose to be this way. It should be me in this hole. Not her. I died to keep her safe, but we ended up here anyways."

"Felicity once told me that if you're willing to die to protect the people you love then you have to accept that the people you love may make the same choice. Laurel loved you, Tommy."

As he stared at Laurel's gravestone, Tommy said, "I never understood it before... my father. I mean, I loved my mother too. I was devastated when she died, but I never understood him. His grief was like a rage when he lost her. It consumed him. He wanted everyone to hurt as much as him. He wanted to see the world burn."

Tommy turned to face Oliver. He face was hardened and angry as he said, "I get that now."

Oliver shook his head, "You're nothing like your father, Tommy."

Tommy scoffed, "Aren't I? All I can think about is the time we lost. All I can think about is everything we're never going to have. I'm so angry, Ollie, it's ripping me apart."

Tommy stared at his ring, and Oliver regarded him warily.

"What are you saying, Tommy?"

***Broken by Lifehouse

"That you're wrong. I am like my father or at least I can be. We all can. We can all lose ourselves in grief and become something we don't even recognize. All that separates me from him is the choice not to."

Tommy twirled the ring around his finger as he said, "If I become Ra's, then I'll become him. I know it."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I offered Ra's Al Ghul to Nyssa, but she wants to disband the League."

"She does?"

"Yes. She said it's what Laurel would have wanted for her."

Oliver stepped next to Tommy and looked down at Laurel's grave as he said softly, "For both of you."

Tommy hesitated before adding, "I asked her to destroy the Lazarus Pit. As much as I want her back, Oliver, I could never do that to her..."

Tommy faltered as his voice broke, and Oliver put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to explain, Tommy. I understand."

"I've been thinking a lot about my mom," Tommy whispered sadly. "My father, the Undertaking, the Queen's Gambit, your father's death, the five years of hell you survived... it all started the night she was murdered. My father wanted to destroy the city, but I think my mother would want me to help save it. So would Laurel. I don't know... maybe it'll save me in the end."

Oliver swallowed the lump in his throat and answered, "I might have a way for you to do that if you're interested."

Tommy nodded silently. Then, he slipped the ring from his finger. He set it down on top of Laurel's headstone and grabbed a nearby rock. He slammed the rock against the ring and shattered it into pieces. Tommy brushed the debris from Laurel's grave and knelt before it. He pressed his fingers to his lips, tasting the salty tears and feeling the dampness against his fingertips. Then, Tommy pressed his fingers against Laurel's gravestone in a silent kiss goodbye.

When Tommy rose, Oliver offered him his hand.

"Together?"

"Together," Tommy answered as he shook it firmly.

Oliver pulled him in for a hug. He was a long way from being okay, but for the first time, Tommy felt like there was hope someday he might be.

***Blackbird by Sara McLachlan

Oliver put his arm around Tommy's shoulder as they walked away from Laurel's grave.

"Just one question," Tommy asked.

"What's that?"

"Do I have to wear leather pants?"

The sound of their laughter was all Laurel could hear as she watched Oliver and Tommy walked away. It echoed all around her, and she felt a surge of joy. Tommy may not be certain, but she was. He was going to be alright. Oliver would help him pick up the pieces. Laurel felt the warmth of Sara's hand. Everything was just as it should be.

"I'm ready now," Laurel said.

"Good. There's so much I want to show you," Sara answered.

Curious, Laurel asked, "Like what?"

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Sara answered, "You'll see."

Laurel and Sara walked hand and hand along the grass. Laurel looked around and saw nothing, but a kaleidoscope of colors as the sunlight engulfed them.

***Life by Sleeping At Last

Felicity held Oliver's hand anxiously as the ultrasound technician searched for the baby's heartbeat.

"I didn't think I'd be this nervous," she whispered.

Oliver squeezed her hand tightly and said, "Everything is going to be fine."

Just then a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound filled the room. Immediately, tears sprang to their eyes as Oliver and Felicity looked at the monitor.

"Does everything look alright? Is the baby okay?" Felicity asked anxiously.

The technician smiled and said, "Yes. Your babies look wonderful. Right on track."

Oliver and Felicity sighed with relief, but then glanced at one another in confusion.

"Wait. I'm sorry. Did you say... babies?" Felicity asked.

The technician winked at her, "You caught that, huh?"

"How many are in there?" Felicity demanded.

The technician laughed and began to point to the dancing kidney beans on the screen, "There's three. See? One... two... and three."

"Holy frack. Triplets? That's not a baby. That's a liter!" Felicity cried out. She looked at Oliver in alarm. He looked absolutely stunned. Then very slowly, a smile began to spread over his face, and he began to laugh.

"Is laughter typical with shock?" Felicity asked the technician.

"No. It's typical with happiness though."

"I'm more comfortable with shock. Shock is where I am at. Shock is where we should both be at."

Oliver leaned over and kissed Felicity firmly on the mouth, silencing her. As he pulled back he whispered, "I think it's great."

Felicity shook her head, "How are you so calm? Three? That's --"

"Crazy? Yeah. It is, but what else is new? That's us. That's our world right?" Oliver answered softly.

A tear fell down Felicity's cheek as she said, "Right."

"They'll fit right in."

Felicity burst out laughing, and Oliver kissed her again.

"We got this."

"We do?"

"Sure. And if we don't... Diggle will."

Felicity laughed again. Her heart was racing from nerves, but as Oliver kissed her forehead she began to feel calmer. They watched the monitor in wonder as the technician finished taking measurements. Their children's heartbeats were the only sounds in the room. It was like finding three pieces to their lives they didn't even know were missing. Despite everything they'd lost, Oliver and Felicity never felt more whole.

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