It got a little tarzan style. *giggles.*
Sorry this took so long to fill, darling. Hope you like it!! (:
"Felicity, run,” Digg’s command was insistent, and she instantly stopped the hacking job she had been intent on, dropping it and moving from her spot just seconds before the slate of concrete she had been stationed on was shattered with bullets.
Felicity ran faster than she thought she could, her ankles protesting in her high heels, but she paid no mind to them. Bullets shattered around her, loud echoes though the night. A part of her hoped— prayed— that Roy and Digg were okay, but a bigger part of her remembered the panic in Digg’s voice.
She had to get out. For some reason, these men in the dark clothes were targeting her.
Felicity stopped her run suddenly, finding herself at the edge of the building, and she glanced around helplessly for a way out. She had trapped herself.
The edge looked down upon a long, dark alley—the space between her ledge and the next building too far for her to jump.
A loud yell sounded behind her, and her fear and adrenaline spiked.
"Where are you going?" A teasingly calm voice asked behind her, "The fun’s back here."
She quickly discarded the heels on her feet, throwing them onto the other roof as she backed up a few feet.
Crouching slightly, she jumped into a sprint, intent on the building in front of her as she kicked off the edge with as much force as she could muster, hurling herself into the air.
She felt panic flare in her gut at the sensation of falling, and she reaching as much as she could towards the other building.
She wasn’t going to make it.
A scream ripped from her throat, and she slammed her eyes shut in terror—
But suddenly, she wasn’t falling anymore.
She was flying.
She felt an arm tight around her waist and she resisted the urge to turn to find the source, not wanting to risk falling. The arm around her relaxed slightly as they landed on the building across safely, feet planting on the roof.
She began to turn towards him, but he grabbed her hand, pulling her with him.
"Run," he said, and she nodded, ignoring the sharp rocks digging into her heels as she kept pace with the man beside her.
She tried to sneak glances at him, but the dark of the night had cloaked him effectively, showing her only a familiar slope of his nose.
No, Denial raced through her, It couldn’t be.
He stopped them both at the edge of the next building, looking down at the depth below them, the next building too far for either of them to make the jump.
Felicity’s eyes’s widened as he pulled a bow she hadn’t realized he was carrying from his side, shooting a line from them to low on the building, near the ground.
"We’re going to go on that?" She asked, a fear of heights she hadn’t known she had leaping into her throat.
"Felicity," he said her name as a prayer on his tongue, "Hold onto me tight."
Her head snapped up to his at the familiar phrase, but before she could respond, he had taken her in his arms, and together they were ricocheting down the line.
Planted on the ground, she whirled in his arms, a dumbfounded grin on her face.
"It’s you," Felicity said, hands reassuring herself as they ghosted over his face, "It’s really you."
Her laugh laced with stunned disbelief, and he grinned back in spite of himself.
"It’s me," he said, and she hugged him mercilessly, holding him tight to her.
He was home.
Everything would be okay.