Hey guys! I found my muse. It’s a little damaged and so it doesn’t work so well. Being that as it is, this post is 21 days late. I’m sorry. So so sorry. I’m going to try to make it a goal to update every Wednesday. Try. Very hard. I might need help reminding me to work on it. I am working two jobs though…
Anyways! This is the long awaited follow up to my fic At the Edge of Nowhere . This picks up right after it ends so I highly encourage you to hop over and read it.
This is a multi chapter –heaven help me– and I’m planning to have it done before Season 4 premiers. We’ll see.
Enjoy! Thanks for reading!
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Summary: Three days ago, Felicity Smoak ran away from home. She meets Oliver Queen, a man who knows her secret. Oliver Queen is man who has just returned from war and is suffering from many different kinds of pain. Together, they set out to fix their lives. However, both of their pasts catch up to them and the find out that maybe their lives are more entwined than they thought.AU. Continuation of At the Edge of Nowhere. Reading that first is highly encouraged.
Read on Ao3 or FF
It took them two days to catch up with her.
Felicity was surprised that the time was so short. She had been certain that with all her crazy precautions that it would take her mother at least a week, hopefully longer, to find her.
Felicity should have known going to Starling City had been the fatal flaw.
Pressed close up against Oliver’s back, she felt the warmth of his body leek into her, filling her up with a strange comfort. She felt safe for the first time since leaving Las Vegas, the slight fear of the unknown plaguing her constantly until she had met Oliver. She trusted him for reasons still yet unexplained.
These facts frightened her though. Felicity was on a motorcycle with a billionaire who so happened to be not only her boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s son, but was apparently her half-sister (the one she found out about two hours ago) half-brother. She had met Oliver in a truck stop of all places and now was putting her entire life in his hands to take her to a place she had never been. All he had offered her was promises. Felicity knew so little about him that she didn’t know if he could be faithful to these promises.
Felicity didn’t even know where they were going at 1 am in the morning.
However, she had made her decision to trust the mysterious acquaintance- one she had kissed twice, she reminded herself—and put her existence in what seemed like very capable hands.
Felicity’s mind would not shut up though. It started running through all the reasons to not trust Oliver even though her gut and her heart said otherwise. Her soul had recognized a similar one and had bonded, forged a link that she was only beginning to discover.
Her head screamed caution! With blinking lights and a scrolling marquee. Oliver had just come back from war, instincts carved into his habits. Most, if not all, soldiers suffer from PTSD. Oliver was not an exception. Who knows what he would do to her if he had a flashback, or reacted to a strange noise. If Felicity wasn’t careful she could end up hurt.
But for now, he was the only constant appearing in her life. A relation of a strange sort. He knew her, by name. Knew of her story, knew what made her tick. He seemed to care about her in the exact way Felicity was starting to care about him. Slowly, but very steadily.
Firmly, she threw up a mental block on her fear and doubts. She knew that the exhaustion created openings to allow the misgivings to seep through. Scary things cast shadows at night. In the daylight, everything was different. Truth becomes clear and doubt scuttles back to the corners.
She decided she needed rest before she would come to any clear cut decisions.
For right now, she basked in the warmth of another human being.