#olicityfic

He follows his wife’s gaze to where the couple in question are tackling the front yard chores simultaneously. The last few evenings have been nicer than anticipated and while a lot of the residents had chosen to take to the outside and enjoy the warm weather of a fading summer, they have run out of reasons to laze around sunning themselves and are getting on with life before the winter set in. 

But still, the possible murder didn’t seem like an evening-friendly chore for this kind of neighborhood. 

“They do look familiar,” Oliver agrees. “But I’m not sure they tried to kill me.”

He swings their hands together slightly as they walk, hoping to distract her from her suspicions. He enjoys their evening walks together, but he knows it wouldn’t be this way for long. In Felicity’s eighth month of pregnancy they’re relishing every moment before they became a family of three again (temporarily, he’s determined that William’s time with them wasn’t permanently at an end), and to keep Felicity active at their doctors request, they’ve taken to walking around their small neighbourhood a few times every night. 

And to spy on their neighbors, apparently.

“A lot of people have tried to kill you, Oliver,” she points out, not shifting her gaze from the front lawn.

“That doesn’t mean if they’re familiar that they tried to kill me.”

“This whole community is full of ex-agents of most agencies which have tried to-”

“-kill me, yes,” he agrees. “But they’ve also helped me.”

Felicity doesn’t deny this, but she does narrow her eyes at the couple once more for good measure. “I still think he looks shifty.”

“Even if it was him, he’s retired now, and we’re good friends,” Oliver assures her.

She stops walking, turning to face him with a challenging expression. “What’s his name?” 

Oliver’s gaze turns back to the couple and he...draws a blank. He can’t bring the name to mind at all, and she knows it.

“‘Good friends’, Oliver,” she quotes back at him as she continues walking.

Oliver shakes his head, following her lead. “There are a lot of new people to meet here, and I can’t remember all these names straight away,” he reminds her.

“I’m supposed to be the one with baby brain, not you,” she laughs lightly.

“It's not baby brain,” he dismisses, even though her laugh lifts the corners of his cheeks in unison. “I’m just far more concerned with the things happened inside our house than outside of it.”

“That’s a change of tune,” she muses, nudging her shoulder against him gently. 

“A long overdue one,” he agrees, not dwelling on how many years he’s spent prioritizing the security of a city over his own home and family since that won’t be a mistake he makes again. “I don’t need to worry about what the neighbors are doing, I only care about what we’re doing.”

“We’re not doing anything.”

He hums contently, swinging their hands once more. “I know, it’s nice, isn’t it?”

And it is nice. It’s more than nice. It’s perfect. Idyllic. Peaceful. Blissful. It’s everything he’s ever wanted with the person he’s always wanted it with. There’s room for them, for their children, and before long their baby girl is going to be joining them and while it’s secluded and secret, it’s an undisturbed shot at a life they’ve waited too long to share together. 

“I can’t believe how happy you are with borderline boredom,” Felicity muses. It’s a conversation they’ve had a few times since they returned from Ivy Town a few years prior. 

“I just like being peaceful,” Oliver shrugs with one shoulder. “I’ve had enough chaos in my life.”

“Getting too old for it?” his wife teases him, and he has to smile in response because really, he is. His knee definitely isn’t holding up as well as it used to be and the more he lives a life of rest the more he can feel it complaining after he’s run too hard and too far. 

“No, I’m not getting old.”

“You are a little,” she smirks.

“I’m a father now,” he points out. “I need to stop having my own chaos now and stop my kids getting into chaos.”

“And how’s that going for you?”

“I love every second of it,” he grins.

Their walk falls quiet for a moment until their home is in view. At the far end of their neighborhood sits their secluded cabin. From the approaching path it appears small, but very few people have seen how it opens up into the small field of a back yard behind it. Most of the land around the cabin belongs to them as well but they don’t have much need for it. The wilder it looks, the less chance they have of anyone approaching it by accident if they stray from a hiking trail, but there’s still plenty of room enough for him to build Mia a swingset if she wants one and for him to play ball with William.

As if reading his mind, Felicity’s fingers flex against his to draw his attention. “How was your call with William?” 

“Great,” he nods, mostly to himself. It’s not always great when he calls. If his grandparents are there, William’s calls seem distant and he can tell that they’re listening in on his call. He hated having to tell William about his baby sister over the phone rather than getting to tell him in person, but he’s determined to keep William as a fixed part of their family. He’s their son and that’s never going to change. “His grandparents are almost coming around to the idea of him coming to visit before Mia’s born. I don’t think they plan on him moving any closer to us but at least we’ll be able to see him.”

“It’s a start,” she squeezes her fingers around his. “One step at a time.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. There was a time that they could barely speak to William on the phone and now he calls on Sunday afternoons without fail. Between homework and his baseball game. He’s made the school team. They’re very proud. 

Felicity’s free hand comes up to rest over her stomach. “Before you know it, Mia will be here and he’ll want to be here all the time to see her.”

“I hope so. I don’t want him to feel replaced,” Oliver worries. 

“I don’t think he will. He seems pretty excited to be a big brother.” 

“Maybe once his grandparents see the changes we’ve made they’ll be a little less protective.” Oliver hopes, as they leave the main path and approach the steps up to their front door. One of the handrails is becoming lose, he notes as it creaks under Felicity’s hand, and he makes a note to fix it back into place before it can make her fall. Stairs are not her friend, she frequently tells him. 

“It won’t be long before that’s his choice, not theirs,” Felicity reminds him. William’s easily on a fast track to college, and Felicity had excitedly told him after her last call to him that most of his choices are within a few hours train journey of Bloomfield. She’s sure it’s his way of staying closer to them. 

“I guess so,” he agrees, letting his hand settle on his wife’s lower back as she fishes her keys out of her pocket. 

“We’ll be fine, all of us,” she assures him, pushing the door open and reaching around to grasp his hand, leading him inside.

“All four of us,” he smiles.

He lets the door fall closed behind them. For once, he doesn’t immediately turn to activate the locks.

They’re safe here. 

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Some Things Are Meant To Be by BlueBayou

Three years ago, Oliver went on a cruise on the Gambit and never came back, leaving Felicity devastated. She forced herself to move on with her life, trying to forget that the love they had shared was one she'd never get to live again.

Except Oliver didn't die on that boat. But no matter how much he wants to, he knows he can't come back. Too many things happened, and the only way to keep his loved ones safe is to stay as far away from them as possible..

***The sequel to His Girl Wednesday

Eyes on Fire by Bindy417

AU. Felicity Smoak never wanted to be a member of the cyber-terrorist group Brother Eye. For five years she's been searching for a way out with no success. When Felicity hears rumors of The Arrow, the dark and dangerous Starling City vigilante, she knows she's finally found her salvation. Determined, Felicity seeks out The Arrow. What she discovers is a world beyond anything she could've imagined and a hero who may just need saving of his own.

Caught in the Rapture by Bindy417

AU. Being the daughter of a ruthless and notorious crime lord, Felicity Smoak didn't think her life could get any worse. When her father unexpectedly sells her in marriage as a peace offering to his enemy, she quickly learns it'll take more than just her sharp intellect to survive. But what starts out as a sentence worse than death may actually be her only shot at freedom.

Bound to You by Bindy417

AU. Felicity Smoak has always wanted to make a difference in the world. Working as an analyst for a secret government agency like A.R.G.U.S. to defeat the world's deadliest criminals has given her life purpose. It's also the only way to uncover what really happened to her long lost love, Oliver Queen. When a risky mission puts Felicity in the field, she makes the ultimate discovery that will reveal the truth of her painful past and alter the course of her life forever.

Oliver on Vacation by TinaDay3W

Olicity AU. When Oliver Queen’s best friend, renowned psychiatrist Dr. John Diggle, encourages the stressed-out CEO to go on vacation, Oliver can’t believe Digg’s “vacation” choice is actually a psychiatric retreat nestled deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Oliver simply doesn’t think he needs this kind of intensive therapy. And he definitely doesn’t think he needs the attentions of Felicity – the frivolous, frolicking forest fairy who flits her way into his life and challenges all his assumptions. What Oliver doesn’t know is that he’ll never be so happy to be proven wrong.

Always by MachaSWicket

Felicity and Oliver have some things to talk about when they get back to Star City. You know, once they can keep their hands off of each other long enough for things like talking.

Kiss Me So Sweet and So Soft by MachaSWicket

Post-episode for 6x03; picks up, hmmm, let’s say fifteen minutes from the moment Felicity pushed Oliver out of frame.

Deceive, Inveigle, and Obfuscate by MachaSWicket

When a threat to Felicity's safety isn't something that Oliver can put arrows in, the team has to look for different kinds of solutions to assorted legal problems. Diverges from canon during S2 mid-season

Long Time Coming by MachaSWicket

How Oliver and Felicity turned all that blistering UST to RST. Finally.

I Woke Up Like This by MachaSWicket

The morning after the night before. Felicity isn’t feeling flawless. Adult content (sexytimes).

Handprints and Good Grips by MachaSWicket

So, yeah. It turns out that beard burn is an actual thing. Felicity navigates the change in her relationship with Oliver with her typical wordy aplomb.

Took 45 Minutes to Get All Dressed Up by MachaSWicket

Honestly, her breathing is still a little unsteady, though she chooses to blame that on the last five minute frenzy of getting dressed and down to the car, and not, you know, certain *other* recent activities involving Oliver. Written as part of the Flawless series, but each story can be read independently.

Healing Touch by hope27

Felicity tries to sleep the night after The Count takes her hostage, but nightmares keep waking her up. When Oliver shows up at her door, they both come to some new realizations about their relationship.

somewhere beyond the darkness (there is light) by hope27

After Slade is defeated, after their conversation on the island, after they return to Starling City, Oliver and Felicity try to figure out where they stand and where to go from here.

What Happens In Russia... by hope27

When Diggle disappears, Oliver and Felicity travel to Russia to track him down. But their trip is interrupted by the presence of Isabel Rochev, and things do not go as planned. What happens in Russia doesn't always stay in Russia...

Somehere Only We Know by hope27

Oliver and Felicity find themselves seeking each other out when they need someone to lean on. Their friendship begins to grow, lines being blurred between friendship and something more.

Six Times Felicity Uses Post-It Notes and One Time Oliver Does by hope27

Six times Felicity uses post-it notes to tell Oliver something and one time Oliver does.

Checkmate by hope27

When a mission goes terribly wrong and a new foe is back, Felicity finds herself rushing to a safehouse with Oliver not far behind. They both realize that they are tired of wasting time...

Indecent Proposal by BookofLife

She hadn't known what to do... so she'd said yes. To Slade Wilson. For Oliver and all the people he cared for. But she'd had no idea, no clue, just how far this would go. And that in making this sacrifice, she was playing directly into Slade's hands. OR, how Oliver would gladly - and literally - go from 'you made me a hero Slade' to 'this is me killing you'.

What Wouldn't I Do by BookofLife

We all know that Slade killed Oliver's mother: we were there, we saw it. But where was Felicity? What would she have done if she'd known? How would it have changed things?

That Happened  by BookofLife

What could have happened 2.23 (and because I am absurd).

The Phoenix by SuperSillyAndDorky06

Felicity Smoak fell in love with the broody, intense Oliver Queen, Captain of the Russian Bratva, ages ago but he broke her heart. So, when the sudden marriage between them is arranged, she does not understand it and she does not want it. Except Oliver Queen is not only a harder man to live with than she realized, he also has no intention of letting her go.

You Have (Not) Failed This 'Verse by So_Caffeinated

Sometimes a payday ain't exactly what it seems. (Arrow/Firefly crossover)

All Along the Watchtower (Pacific Rim AU) by Ambrosia

A calm silence filled the lift. It took approximately sixty seconds for them to get up to the Watchtower, but it seemed like an eternity. And Felicity started an inner monologue that would have dwarfed the best super villains. Was it uncomfortable? Was it awkward? Oh, god, it was probably awkward. (Or, That One Time Felicity Smoak Designed Oliver Queen's Jaeger)

What Would Hildy Johnson Do? by seren_ccd

“Look, you wanted a Girl Friday, you’re going to get a Girl Friday” aka five times Felicity decides to channel Hildy Johnson and tell it like it is. Snark, pop culture references, hugs and pocket universes ensue.

The Reluctant Queen by December_Daughter

Oliver Queen's life is irrevocably changed the day Felicity Smoak sets foot in his office. And it has surprisingly little to do with the fact that the first time they meet, she's blackmailing him into a marriage. The Bratva didn't prepare him for this (and Digg is never going to let him forget it).

Little Talks by December_Daughter

When Felicity is attacked, Oliver realizes that he knows almost nothing about her; in the course of helping her deal with what's happened, he's determined to prove that they are friends - despite Felicity's insistence that it's too complicated. The problem, he soon discovers, is that he wants to be more than just her friend.

The Crow by poisonangelmuse, TheAlternativeSource

Bratva Captain Oliver Queen has been looking for revenge his entire life. When he can’t trust his own family, the Bratva to get it, he finds the answer to all of his problems in Felicity Smoak; a genius hacker who is running for her life from the same object of Oliver’s hatred, The Triad. With an unlikely partnership, The Crow might just find out that light can shine in the darkest of places.

I want you close, I want you (I won't treat you like you're typical) by sarcastic_fina

[Pre-Island AU] When Oliver Queen meets Felicity Smoak, he's a billionaire playboy who likes the challenge. But she's not interested in being a notch on his bedpost and he has to decide if the life he leads is worth losing someone as remarkable as her.

I will make sure to keep my distance (say "I love you" when you're not listening) by sarcastic_fina

"So this is it. This is me making it really easy. Because when I walk away, there's no more rewrites. No more waiting for the day you change your mind… No more expectations. You get one chance, Oliver, and then I pull the plug."

Baggage Reclaim by wagamiller

Oliver walks out into the small crowd of press like it’s no big deal, like paparazzi and shouting always greet his return home. Actually, come to think of it, they probably do. Because he’s Oliver freaking Queen. Follow up to In-Flight Entertainment, an Olicity flying!AU

In-Flight Entertainment by wagamiller

“This is a full-time job, Felicity,” Dare answered. He seemed to understand where her thoughts were headed. “This is every night. You know this isn't going away.”

Felicity groaned and gritted her teeth. She held up one finger for Dare and Meredith to give her a minute and marched away a bit. She lowered her voice and spoke to Oliver via comms. “Oliver, you CANNOT follow me around every night. You have to protect the city.”

“You realize we can still hear you, right?” Meredith called. “Vampires!”

“I'm also on comms,” Dare noted.

Felicity ignored them. “Oliver!”

< I'm exactly where I belong, Felicity...protecting you. >

Felicity glared toward the mausoleum she knew he was perked on. “That is not an acceptable response. Starling needs the Arrow!”

< A vampire infestation, an active hellmouth...these are the greatest threats Starling is currently facing. We ARE protecting this city. >

“This isn't your fight!” Felicity insisted.

< It is now. >

< Come on, Blondie, > Roy spoke up. < You can't honestly expect us to let you face this alone. >

“I'm not alone,” the slayer pointed back toward Dare and her cousin. “I have supernatural training, abilities, and backup. It doesn't take five people to kill one possessed vampire. This guy's probably going to pee himself.”

“She kinda has a point,” Meredith agreed. “I mean, we've got the slayer, a half-vamp, Dare the Pure, Red Fish and Green Fish out there, and let's not forget G.I. Joe back in the van. This is basically the roster to stop a decent size mini-apocalypse back in Edencrest. Good ole Eddie would probably rather dig his way to China than pop up here.”

“Would you stop mocking the victim?” Felicity hissed as she walked back over to join them.

Meredith canted her head to the side. “Yea...no, no I won't. The victim is gone. He's a Possessed now and you're fixing to kill him. You can't feel SORRY for him.” Her long brown curls danced around her shoulders as she pointed at Felicity sternly. “It's a rule!”

Felicity looked at Dare for help. The Pure winced and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. “As much as I hate to agree with drunken terror...”

“See!” Meredith gloated and hopped to her feet now standing on the headstone. “Even Ponyboy knows I'm right! You can't start humanizing every Possessed you face, Lissy. They have no souls. They're...” she pondered what word to use.

“Cockroaches,” Dare reluctantly supplied.

“Hmm,” Meredith pursed her lips, “I usually associate that particularly insect with Micah, but yea...” she nodded, “that works too.”

And Felicity wondered if she even wanted to know who Micah was. She filed the name away for another day. Now wasn't the time. She focused back on Oliver in her ear (and hey she didn't even think an embarrassing innuendo in her head that time...so she was calling that progress). “Oliver, the point is? THIS is massive overkill! This cannot become a nightly routine.”

Meredith nodded again. “Back in the day? One slayer and a stuffy British guy in tweed...who basically just watched and took notes.”

“This isn't back in the day,” Dare frowned at Meredith and she tossed him a 'duh' expression in return, “but we also don't need an army for every cemetery patrol. I allowed it tonight because it's Felicity's first kill. I understand her team's apprehension.”

< You ALLOWED it? > Oliver growled.

“Don't get your panties in a bunch, Ollie,” Dare mocked, “I'm well aware that I'm stuck with your ass for the foreseeable future.” He lifted his brows and looked at his slayer. “But Cross and Case did not sign up permanently for your crusade. They're covering tonight so your team can see what we're dealing with. As for tomorrow on? Other arrangements are going to have to be made. We only deal with human threats under very specific circumstances. We can't endanger the balance.”

“Great google,” Felicity realized, “I'm actually going to have to train someone on comms.” She was going to be spending every night in the field. She could research, develop, hack whatever was needed during the daylight hours and downtime, but during peak business hours she was going to be permanently unavailable. This was a disaster!

< Can I vote for...not Laurel? > Roy quipped.

< We'll worry about this later, > Oliver said.

“We will most definitely be talking about this later,” Felicity said, “but I will be worrying about this now. I'm an excellent multitasker.” She looked back toward the newly dug grave. “I can both watch dirt and freak out about letting someone else mess with my babies.”

“SHIT!” Dare cursed.

Felicity jumped and looked at her mentor. Dare was facing the direction where Oliver, Roy, and their current squat were located. Felicity frowned and turned as well. “What...” but her senses went wild. Her eyes narrowed and she spotted three figures moving through the darkness. As her eyes focused in, she recognized the female in the middle. “Oh frack!”

“Looks like Big Mamma decided to come pick up her new boy toy personally,” Meredith noted, “and she brought friends.”

“Arrow, Arsenal, behind you!” Felicity called.

Before she could even move in that direction, Meredith flashed by her at supernatural speed. Dare followed the half-vampire and Felicity ran after them. By the time she reached the fight, Dare had grabbed one vampire and thrown him away to buy them some time, then taken on the female who was obviously the largest threat. Meredith growled and jumped on the third male's back as he tried to reach the mausoleum and climb toward the vigilantes.

That left the other male for Felicity and she placed herself between the Possessed and her team. The vampire studied the blonde with a smirk. He looked over her jacket, yoga pants, and sneakers. Then he sniffed the air and laughed unimpressed. “Now what is a cute little blonde like you doing in a place like this? Don't you know good little girls get eaten?”

Felicity opened her mouth to respond, but the vampire yelled in pain as an arrow tore through his shoulder. The slayer knew the archer without looking. “HEART, ARSENAL! Aim for the heart!”

< Sorry, Blondie. I'm working on it. > Roy replied. < Keep him distracted. >

Felicity scoffed in disgust. “I love you, Scarecrow, but I don't think he's going to stand there so you can correct your aim.”

The vampire dove toward Felicity and she followed her instincts and danced to the side. He growled and Felicity finally got a good look at his real face. His forehead was deformed, twisted with wrinkles and bumps. His eyes glowed yellow with demonic energy, and his fangs glinted at the sides of his mouth. Okay, she was finding it a lot easier not to humanize him now.

“I'm starting to appreciate the sparkly 'Twilight' version,” Felicity muttered. “These things are fugly!”

< Felicity! > Oliver's voice was frantic. Felicity knew he must be tied up in a fight of his own.

“Hold on, Lissy!” Meredith shouted. “I forgot to bring a stake.”

Felicity looked back to see her cousin yanking viciously on her opponent's hair, still riding his back. As she watched the tiny brunette dove forward and clamped her own fangs into the side of the Possessed's neck then ripped them back out tearing flesh and sending blood flying. And that was just all kinds of eww.

A familiar dip in her stomach had Felicity dodging and just escaping the grip of her attacker. The vampire growled and tried to circle her. Felicity focused and matched his steps. She reached back and pulled free the stake hidden behind her back. She might need that. Google, but she was bad at this!

The vampire growled even louder as it recognized her weapon. Felicity didn't know what came over her, but she smiled. She waved the chunk of wood back and forth. “Not so much fun when the little blonde fights back, huh?”

“Slayer!” he spat.

< Felicity stop taunting the vampire! > Digg reprimanded, but he sounded out of breath.

Felicity frowned. “Digg stay in the damn van!”

< Too late. On my way. >

“Fabulous,” Felicity rolled her eyes.

< Felicity! > Roy warned.

The slayer ducked and swept the vampire's legs out from under him. He hit the ground, but then rolled to the side before she could pin him down. Felicity frowned and chased him. Stupid stubborn undead cockroach...

“Don't play his game, Sweetie,” Dare's voice sounded from the right and Felicity danced back and away. She glanced quickly to her mentor. He was leaning against the mausoleum having obviously already finished off his opponent. Now he was turning this into a practical lesson. He notched his head toward the vamp. “Remember your training. Make him play yours.”

The vamp hissed realizing his odds just got worse. He leapt forward, then howled again, this time an arrow sliced through his abdomen. Felicity threw up her hands. “REALLY, ROY?!?”

< Hey, that asshole's fast, okay? I'm trying! >

“You need to slap more water!” Felicity said.

< Felicity, tell your idiot cousin to move the vamp back away from the mausoleum and get off his damn back so I can finish him off! > Oliver barked.

“I heard that, jackass,” Meredith growled, “I'm only about thirty feet from you and I've got enhanced hearing. Who's the idiot, again?”

The vamp facing Felicity paused momentarily and looked offended. “Exactly how many of you are there?”

And, of course, this was when John Diggle came running up gun drawn and ready to help. The vampire obviously decided it was time to retreat. He moved toward Digg. Felicity reacted on instinct to protect her team, more than that to protect her family. She pulled Digg out of the way, passed him off to a waiting Dare, and met the vampire head-on. She sent one kick to the vampire's core, then another before he could move or react. He stumbled back slightly and she jumped and spun to kick him full-force in the head. The vamp fell rolling on the ground, but this time Felicity planted her full weight across his chest and pinned him. She flipped the stake in her hand point down, then buried it through his heart. The vampire froze stunned, then burst into dust.

Felicity coughed and waved her hand to clear the dust. She scrambled to her feet and turned to face Digg and Dare. “You guys okay?”

John nodded wide-eyed. “I should have stayed in the van.”

Dare huffed a laugh and clapped the taller man on the shoulder. “It's all good. You were trying to help.”

One problem solved, Felicity now looked to Meredith. The tiny brunette was still riding the final vampire's back. Her hands and face were covered in blood and the vampire was stumbling and trying unsuccessfully to dislodge her.

“Meredith, MOVE!” Felicity called.

Her cousin reacted immediately to Felicity's voice. She jerked the vampire into Felicity's direction, then pushed backward and let him go. Felicity threw a stake with perfect accuracy to lodge through his chest and into his heart. An arrow pierced him back to front at exactly the same time. The vampire looked down, cursed, then burst into dust.

“I am never gonna get use to that,” John muttered.

“Saves time on cleanup,” Dare pointed out.

A furious growl sounded from behind the mausoleum. Every head turned in that direction. They watched as an enraged demon in a dirty suit stalked toward them.

Meredith frowned. “Shit, we forgot about Eddie!”

The new vampire paused briefly hearing it's former name. He growled again and tilted his head in Meredith's direction. He sniffed the air, then made a disgusted face and flinched back as though trying to get away from her.

“You don't exactly smell like a bed of roses either, buddy,” Meredith drawled.

Felicity frowned and looked around for something to use for another stake. Dare waved for her to pause. The Pure leaned toward Felicity. “This guy's a Starling native, right?”

The slayer thought back over the information she'd pulled up on the victim's life. It hurt to think about the poor guy. Edward Thompson had been twenty-two. He'd had his whole life ahead of him. He took a night out at a club, left with the wrong girl, and now...he was this. “Yes,” Felicity frowned confused as she answered, “Starling born and raised.”

Dare nodded. “Good.” He stepped toward the newborn. “Hey Eddie!” The furious yellow eyes snapped in his direction. Dare just smiled and pointed toward the top of the mausoleum. “It's the Arrow!”

The newborn's head snapped toward where Oliver and Roy were positioned. He hissed in fear, then spun and started to run away. He only made it a few feet before Oliver put him out of his misery. As the arrow torn through his heart, he stumbled, then burst into dust.

Felicity glared at Dare. The Pure shrugged in return. “It worked,” he noted. Then he clapped his hands together and dusted off his jeans. He walked forward toward Meredith and threw the tiny brunette an irritated glance. “I forgot to bring a stake?”

Meredith held up her blood-covered hands. “I tried for his heart. Sucker was too tall. I couldn't get the right angle.”

Felicity heard John choke behind her. She turned and walked over to support her friend and partner. She led him toward the others. Oliver and Roy were climbing down from the mausoleum to join them.

“SO,” Dare looked them all over with critical eyes, “you've all officially survived your first night of patrol. Let's review, shall we?”