if we’re stuck here, then just surviving’s not going to cut it. We need some kind of relief, you know. We need some way that we can, you know, have fun. That’s right, fun. Or else we’re just going to go crazy waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
Prompt from anon: I’ve read fics like this where it’s Felicity, but can you write one where Oliver is really loopy on meds?
Oliver woke up to a clanking noise and a pounding headache. He rolled over and blinked his eyes, trying to make the black spots that were clouding his vision disappear as he noted the cold concrete he was laying on. “Ah, finally! I was wondering when you’d wake up.”
The sound of the familiar voice had Oliver lifting his eyes, but he was still seeing spots. “What did you do to me?”
“I think what you should be asking is…what am I going to do to her? The girl with the glasses. Felicity.”
“Where is she!?” Oliver tried to grab for Slade’s neck, but he could barely open his fingers. Slade dodged him easily with a laugh. “What did you do to me?” He asked again, trying to unclench his hand from the fist that it was in, but his muscles didn’t seem to be working.
“Oh relax, kid. The drugs will clear your system soon and then you can try to find the girl.”
Slade pulled Oliver to his feet. “Welcome back to purgatory.”
“No.” His vision cleared more now that his body was upright, and he recognized the cell that he’d locked Slade in. “How did I get here? What did you do with Felicity!?”
“There are more people in the world that want you dead besides me. Shocking to you, I’m sure.” Slade answered sarcastically. “Luckily your girlfriend has been keeping contact with the A.R.G.U.S officers taking care of me here. It made it easy for Mr. Darhk to send for me. He hoped to use me against you. Of course, until you killed him. So I thought it was time for a little reunion. I told you that you were a killer, Queen.”
Oliver lunged for Slade again, and found that his legs weren’t quite working yet. He stumbled, and Slade evaded him effortlessly. “Where is she!?” He seethed, picking his head up enough to glare up at Slade.
“Tied to a tree. Out in the jungle. Hopefully you can find her before any of the animals do. And while you’re finding her…I’ll be finding you.”
“What? Are you insane?”
“Of course I am!” Slade’s loud voice sent a vibration to Oliver’s ears. His ears were still ringing in the silence that followed. “Now go. I’ll see you soon, kid.”