For smoakandarrow's Olicity Flash Fic Challenge.
I’m a week late!
As he looked down at her still form, Oliver realised that Felicity’s noise was something that he had learned to take for granted. To need. To crave. To want. As a regular part of his daily and nightly life.
Felicity always, always made a sound. Whether she was babbling on and on about things, singing along to a song that was playing through her earphones, reacting with snorts to whatever she was reading on her tablet, tapping away at her keyboard as she hacked into another one of those Federal databases, mumbling to her computers (her babies, she said) about how good they were behaving, her high heels clacking as she walked, Felicity Smoak emitted noise.
Now she was completely silent. And bloody. Lying there in the lair’s med table, as Diggle and Roy gathered medical supplies for her, and as he stood there, sobbing silently. He couldn’t stand the absence of noise, so he punched the area over her head to make his own noise. He realised then that it wasn’t the lack of sound that he hated, it was the absence of her noise that he couldn’t stand.
In his head, it was all noise. There was wailing beast screaming out loud, angry that his mate was harmed. There was his most desperate self, mumbling incoherent words, begging to anyone who could hear him to make Felicity fine, bargaining with the powers that be for her to be safe and unharmed. Please. Not her. Do anything. Stop being with her. Keep her safe. Avenge her. Kill anyone who hurt her. She will be OK. Felicity. Felicity. Felicity. Please. Please. Please.
Outwardly, he didn’t make a sound.
Diggle pushed him away from his post at the table and started looking her over, triaging her injuries from the most extreme injury to the ones that only needed a bandaid.
"Oliver," Diggle called to him in a grave voice, "She will be fine."
Oliver looks at Diggle, his most trusted brother-in-arms, daring to believe his words, and says nothing. He stands at the head of the table, observing in silence.
Diggle gives him a single nod and addresses Roy, “Prep the needle and thread, Roy”
As his teammates work on mending Felicity’s silent and still body, Oliver removes himself from the situation, thinking back to earlier that evening when there was so much hope.
Daniel Radcliffe answers 73 questions with Vogue Magazine
What do you call computer hacking?
I decided to visit the Boston Public Gardens today, to see the bench from Good Will Hunting, so I could pay my respects to one of my idols. I wasn’t alone, as crowds of young and old stood near, bound together by sadness.
Rest in peace Robin.
I do have a blind spot where she’s concerned. Not anymore.