HELLO! I AM SO SORRY! I AM MOVING TO NORTHERN CALIFORNIA (beale afb) AND WAS SO BUSY THAT COULDN'T WRITE! THIS IS NOT ENDING YET! MAYBE IT WONT EVER! I DON'T KNOW! SORRY AGAIN FOR THE DELAY! I LOVE YOU ALL AND HAPPY READING!

"Oliver!" Felicity screamed, her throat hoarse and dry. Oliver could hear her, that heart-wrenching cry echoing through the maze of hallways he was trying to navigate. Each time she cried out, it seemed to come from a different way. He was running in circles as adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"Oliver!" He could hear the sobs straining her voice. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He had to find her. He can't lose her. Anybody but her.

"OLIVER!" Felicity shouted, finally jarring her partner awake. He was in their bed, surrounded by packing boxes and tape, drenched in sweat, entire body shaking. "Shhhh." She comforted him,"It was just a nightmare." He sat up and buried his face in his hands. Felicity rubbed her hand on his back, a small attempt to calm him down. His breathing eventually slowed and he looked more composed.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No." He said in an almost whisper.

"You want to go back to sleep?"

"No." He could barely close his eyes without having the feeling of fear rush over him. There was silence for a few minutes.

"Wha-" His voice cracked, he cleared his throat and started again,"What time is it?"

Felicity turned to look at the clock. "Two forty five."

Oliver sighed and laid back down. Felicity snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest.

(Break)

Tommy stared at the uniform in front of him. It looked exactly like his father's. In fact, about half of it was made from his dad's old uniform. He picked up the hood and examined it thoroughly, feeling the leather against his now rough hands. He had been waiting for this, an opportunity to exact his revenge. He now had the means to destroy Oliver. Tommy quickly dressed and hurried to his master's quarters.

(Break)

"You know what we should do?" Felicity broke the silence between them.

Oliver let out his breath. "I'll bite. What?" He absentmindedly stroked Felicity's hair.

"By we, I mean you. And by you, I mean in your hood. You should go for a patrol. I heard there have been a few gang-related incidents through there."

She could feel him tense beneath her. "I- Felicity-"

"No." She sat up,"You are not hanging up the hood. You put on all of that kinky leather and go save our city. Right now"

"Fel'"

"No."

Oliver wanted to talk back, he wanted to respond. But he just couldn't. When Felicity looked like that, messy hair, his shirt, cheeks pink, tummy holding his soon to be pride and joy, She looked amazing to him.

"Fine. Get me the addresses."

(Break)

Tommy sat on top of an abandoned warehouse in the glades. He had been planting evidence to start a gang war. He thought Oliver would have intervened by now. He watched as a gang leader spoke to his entourage. Tommy's eyes searched all over the lot in front of him. It was a dingy car lot, abandoned like most of this part of town. Several old cars remained, broken down and bug-infested. His gaze found the gang once again, two of the leader's right hand men were passing out weapons. Crowbars, brass knuckles, baseball bats, guns. The whole nine yards. Yes. It was happening tonight. Oliver had to be here.

Something then caught his eye. A shadow, slithering through the the darkness like a fish in a stream. He caught sight of green fletching. Oh yes, this was going to be magnificent.

(Sort of break, happens same time as above, but in Oliver's perspective)

It felt good to be in the hood again. This was where he was free, this was where he belonged. Two rivaled gangs, Bandera's Boys, led by a man known as Nekki, and Red Army, led by Romano Torschoff. These were some of the most blood-soaked hands in the county. He had been avoiding the hood like a plague, he hadn't even noticed the tension rising. He had to be smart about this. Take out the leaders and the followers are nothing. If two or three from each side try and retaliate, take out the biggest of both first, send a message. He heard a click of a magazine into a gun. Shit. Guns. Not that Oliver wasn't used to guns, but that meant more possible loss of life. These kids need help, most of them are high school dropouts, barely even adults. Not death, not like this.

"Ey, You gonna be a pussy or come out and die, Romano?" Nekki shouted from one side of the car lot.

Gunshots fired from the Red Army's group, then things got crazy. Oliver swooped in and fired a few arrows, taking the kids off their feet. He could hear shouts of "The hell is he doing here?" and "Shit its the hood!" One guy, maybe sixteen swung a piece of pipe at him. It didn't barely move him and he turned to the kid. His eyes were wide and fearful. Oliver grabbed the pipe and knocked him out.

"Oliver." came a voice from behind him. He turned to look. The black uniform was telltale. Someone who stole Merlyn's things from police lockup. The man removed his hood.

"T-Tommy?" Oliver sputtered out, bullets flying by him, blood spewing through the air.

"Tommy's dead." He said as he threw a punch.

(I'm not good at fight scenes so break)

Tommy's speed and strength matched, if not were better, than Oliver's. He matched every punch and kick, responding with precise blocks and moves that had Oliver fighting harder than ever. Tommy flipped out of the way, landing seven feet from him, and threw a throwing star at Oliver's leg, slicing right below his knee. Oliver fell to the ground. He quickly shot an arrow Tommy's way, but he had vanished. Oliver swiftly rolled behind a car and examined his knee. He had ripped through the leather and skin, maybe half an inch into the muscle. Ollie teared the bottom of the pant off and bandaged it up. He heard helicopter blades whirring and a light was shined down. Hoping it was the police he looked up. It was the damn news. He hurriedly got up and fought again. Throwing punches at every gangster that came at him.

(Break)

Felicity waited in the "Arrowcave" for Oliver's return. Her phone buzzed. It was Diggle.

NEWS NOW!

She turned on one of her monitors and brought it up.

This is Snapper Caw reporting on the ongoing gang war between two of Starling's most brutal gangs. These images may be disturbing, viewer discretion is advised. I am in the Copter and it looks like the infamous Hood is here. He seems to be fighting both gangs. George, zoom in.

The camera zoomed in to highlight Oliver, arrows and punches flying. Her heart started beating faster.

The police haven't arrived yet and this battle is going crazy. Oh! Oh my god. The hood has just been shot! I repeat, The Hood was just shot.

Felicity watched as a bullet went into Oliver's right shoulder. She gasped and held the screen. "OLIVER!" It slowed him down for about two seconds, but he kept going. Sirens wailed. The cops. He ran and shot a grappling arrow to the top of a building and was gone as swiftly as he came. He made his way down to his motorcycle, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He was going to need stitches. If he could make it back soon. He was loosing a lot of blood.

Detective Lance followed the blood, knowing Oliver had to be at the other end. His eyes settled on a figure hunched over a motorcycle, a pool of blood under him,

"Oliver." he breathed as he ran towards him. A car pulled up and Diggle jumped out. Oliver could barely make out sights and sounds. Everything was going numb. He couldn't think, could barely breathe. The last thing before everything went black was the smell of Felicity's perfume.

(Break)

He woke up on the table. Again. Was it a dream? He sat up and the pain hit him like a brick wall. Guess not. He thought. His eyes focused in on Felicity. Standing there, looking at him, tears in her eyes and running down her face.

"Heh," he laughed, "told ya so." he said raspily, his throat hoarse. She hugged him tight and buried her head into his chest.

(Break)

Diggle and Detective Lance sat in the club at the bar, drinking soda. Detective Lance being sober and all now. Small talk and jokes flew back and forth. Then a silence.

"So, ex-soldier, huh?" Lance asked, more of a statement than a question, as he sipped his cola.

"Yep." Diggle replied.

"You miss it?"

"Sometimes."

Lance looked up. "The hell?" Diggle turned around to see what he was looking at. Big red letters, looked like blood, spelled out something that sent shivers up both their spines.

I'M BACK

-MM

I KNOW IT IS REALLY SHORT BUT I AM SUPER BUSY! I LOVE YOU ALL BUT I WILL REPLY TO ALL REVIEWS NEXT TIME! I JUST REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS ONE OUT! *KISS KISS*