What's wrong with us when happy hurts

But it's really us and them and they been playin' us like pawns

Notes:

Thank you so much for all of your support! It means the world to me.

Some of the dialogue is taken from the episode Checkmate, let me know how I did with the changes and the lack thereof...

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But it's really us and them and they been playin' us like pawns the sheep are waking up they shoulda' knew it all along They divide us cause the fighting is the fuel that makes them strong

Felicity

Felicity stepped out of the elevator, grateful to be back in the Bunker and away from Sara's watchful and calculating eyes. She had felt like a bug under a microscope, the way the former assassin had never let her out of her sight.

Her eyes trailed around the bunker, taking everything in. The remnants of the destruction Oliver had caused were still detectable. Dig had only cleaned up what was necessary to set up the new equipment and stored the broken pieces in a corner of the room. It was when she walked closer to the evidence of the damage Oliver had done that she noticed the broken pot, dirt, and what looked like the debris of what used to be a plant and now looked unsalvageable. Felicity walked towards the pile of broken electronics, furniture and the object that had caught her attention. She bent over once she reached the stack and carefully picked it up, making sure she wouldn't cut herself on the shattered pot.

Felicity looked at the Fern. Remembering the time she had bought one for the Foundry and the time Oliver had bought this one for her. She looked at the plant that was supposed to be a symbol of light, of the new path Oliver had chosen, a representation of them... and just like Oliver and she, it was broken and bound to die. Felicity felt a tear run down her cheek at the thought that had just crossed her mind. Had Oliver destroyed the plant on purpose, or had it just been collateral damage? Did it matter? The answer wouldn't change the cold hard facts and the harsh truth. She and Oliver were over for good. Oliver had moved on with Sara, and was settling down with someone else, getting prepared for becoming a father and family life.

And it hurt so bad.

Knowing that if things had been different, if she'd made different choices, they'd be married by now. Maybe even talking or at least thinking about having a family of their own. One day having kids together, not that she'd be ready for that yet. She was only twenty-seven and nowhere near ready to be a mother, but still...

She tried to keep a hold on her emotions but the tears wouldn't stop coming and it wasn't long before she sat on the floor crying, the fern still in her hand, looking at the pile of trash feeling like it was a representation of her life, a broken mess. How had she gotten here? When did this happen? She had had a plan, everything was going according to it, she had been at the very top and now... now everything was crumbling down while she was watching the life that she thought she was going to have belong to someone else. And that hurt. Was this how Laurel had felt when Sara had first come back home and gotten together with Oliver?

Or possibly how Sara had felt after she had been resurrected?

Felicity wasn't sure where that thought had suddenly come from, but it brought a bucket of ice water with it. Sure, Sara and Oliver had been broken up for months by the time Sara had been killed, but still... it must have been so bewildering for her. She remembered how she used to flirt or ogle Oliver while he was with Sara, and even when the other woman had been around. Yet Sara had never said a word, never let on how she was feeling about it. She had always been nice and friendly with her. What must she have thought? Back then and after her resurrection?