A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the great responses you gave me so far! This is going to be a Barricity story. As I am writing the story further into the main plot I plan on bringing more flash characters in the mix just to liven the story up. This story will be a short one, there will be a second part coming, I'll announce it in the last chapter of this story towards the bottom of the page. I appreciate all the support and reviews I've gotten. I'm very shocked at how many of you like it. OK, now onto the next chapter. Look out for another update coming soon, be sure to leave a review! Thank you!

"Why did you save me, Barry?" I confronted him.

Barry couldn't look at me. It pained him to really look into my eyes and give a straight answer.

"You know why. This is what I do...and, I save people. You of all people should understand this Felicity." Barry moved passed me to leave but I caught up to him from behind his desk.

"I can't always expect you to be there for me. That's not realistic. The entire city can't be salvaged. Besides...I'm not worth the trouble."

"Yes you are." He said, looking at me fiercely. "You're worth everything. Every life has value, including yours. You can't do that again. Because I'm just going to catch you every time. And Felicity, it hurts me that you don't even see how important you are. Maybe Oliver deep down doesn't really see, but I do."

Now I was the one who wanted to leave. Barry was wrong. He can't expect his newly bestowed super powers to solve everything. I refused to believe anything he's saying about me. I'll never be this girl he's talking about. I'm the girl people small talk with and debrief on scientific matters. The first girl to surpass logical explanations in a murder mystery; people automatically assume I know everything. But I don't. I know so very little about life. Barry has no idea how afraid I am when I go to sleep. I am like a useless college student, the definition of mundane. I am far from anything more than this.

"Oliver sees it for what it really is. And now I know why it can't be more. I realize it now, but he won't listen to me. Choosing this life makes everything, even waking up the next day harder, knowing you could have done more. Oliver isn't like that, but you are. Barry...this life, this life is not you." I said, his eyes were shifting, they couldn't reach mine.

"And what you said, you can't possibly think this is true about me. And you just up and leave after dumping this suicide mission as if I am supposed to just accept it. I can't. Everything has changed now. Your days are numbered, you are treading through fire, no matter how fast you are, you can't possibly believe you're impervious to demise. I just can't live with that. I don't know if anyone who cares about you can."

Barry's eyes started to water. At least I knew there was some speck of humanity left in him. Though, still, seeing him in pain made me feel somber; his face, his eyes squeezing together, trying so hard to not let the tears fall off his fragile face.

I've never seen Barry so tense before. He looked like he was going to smash something. I almost regretted calling him out but I couldn't keep this to myself knowing he's out there, risking his life for the entire city.

The silence was killing me until he gripped the sides of the wide desk so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Felicity, you...distract me, and I...I think, I think Dr. Wells was right. I can't have distractions. I can't-" He looked at me with a gut wrenching expression before his scowl ate the rest of the sentence away.

I turned around and almost walked out on my heel. Barry was not going to say what I think he was going to say, was he? Oh no, I should have not come here.

When I whipped back around my eyes collided with his. I didn't know what he was going to do. I've never been so terrified of anything in my life. His intensive glare shot through the rest of my body, making me shiver before I knew it was coming.

"Barry, you-you have a second chance. Please don't waste it." I said, not knowing how the hell I got all that out of me.

His penetrating green eyes focused on my face. I had no idea what he was looking for. My body was shaking in anticipation.

"Please...just, leave me alone." He pulled away. "For good. Don't come back to Central City again."

This wasn't the Barry I remembered. This was...who was this person? Maybe I wasn't who he wanted. Maybe it was someone else, and the price of defending the city overrides personal relationships. His life will never be the same again.

This can't be, I had to do something, the distance between us was getting longer and more powerful, I can feel it. No, it's not too late for him.

I tried to touch him but he sped away; no words, no glares, just emptiness. Air and sorrow.

I shivered in. My face shook, least I think. But I wasn't doing it. Wait, what? I felt my body being shaken as I opened my eyes. Diggle was looking at me and I suddenly realized where I was.

I groaned while John gave me that knowing look.

I really need to stop sleeping on the office couch. Oliver was going to ask invasive questions and that's the last thing I needed now.

People who pretend to care about me.

I told Dig I was going home because it was nearly 2:30am and I needed to get back before I fell asleep again. Diggle offered me a ride but I declined. Even though I was sure my car had just enough gas in it to get home, I was still going to take my chances.

I guess, in a way, I am like Barry. Danger doesn't scare me. Apathy does. But Barry, he's in Central City now and I'm stuck here being completely useless to society. Barry...thank god it was all a dream, was it?

Before I left I decided to tell John I wasn't going to come in for the weekend. Maybe I needed a break from all this danger, just a day or two away.

"Alright, I'll tell Oliver if his flight hasn't left yet."

"Flight?" That was odd. "Oliver's on a plane flight? To where?"

Dig hesitated before looking at me sideways. "He told me to just tell you he's out and he'll be back when he comes back."

I shouldn't have been rolling my eyes but I didn't want my worry face to show. "Vague much? John, that's really all he said? He didn't say why or where he was going?"

"I don't think it's anything you need to worry about. You know Oliver. He'll tell us when he's ready. Besides, he also told me he wants you to stop being here overnight. It's not safe."

Just like Oliver, ordering me around whenever he wants but never showing how he really feels. I am so sick of his antics. I'm fed up with this place.

I just wanna go home...Dig looked at me and I waved him off as I turned around, fixing my trench coat over my shoulders. I had a scarf but I didn't bother. I was gonna sweat in minutes with it on. The elevator down took me down to the garage.

I got inside the car and turned on the engine. As I waited for the motor to warm up I let my thoughts wander.

Not even sure if I had control over these thoughts. I can't put it into words but I'll try...

Barry Allen is alive. He has these weird, altered powers resulting in a science related freak accident. He's adamant in using them to help others even though every time he does it may be his last. And what I just dreamed wasn't real at all...was it? Did Barry really shun me away? It seems to be the theme course in my life so far. Oh, unless people absolutely need to know a science answer, I'm their female Neil deGrasse Tyson. I shook my head, no, no way, I was just woken up by Dig, it's not real. It couldn't have been. I have strange dreams all the time, not as of late but randomly I get them from time to time doing the odd ball work that I do.

My engine shut off, putting me back into reality.

"Oh, don't you die on me now. I just changed your oil. Come on..." I gave it another try and revved up the motor with a bit of force. "Shit...and I'm actually making it worse by forcing the ignition. Great."

I unbuckled and got out of the car while dialing a taxi service to come get me. Oliver owed me a favor anyway. If anything, he does need me at work so he'll feel indebted to pay for this mishap. Now that he's out of town, I'm going to have to ask Dig to come and get me but that wasn't on my radar. I really don't wanna take the bus or train every day until he comes back. Plus this will finally make Oliver pay more attention to me so I guess it's a good thing my car is busted. Silver lining in a helpless situation.

I leaned against the trunk waiting for the cab. I was still semi tired so if anyone was around I'd barely notice it.

That dream was a big wake up call. Even though it wasn't real I'm taking it seriously.

Barry and I just can't, we can't, whatever is going on I just don't want to be a part of his dubious, not to mention reckless mission. I have my own problems to worry over and Oliver is a enough of a problem for me every day. I can't see him, I'll just focus back on my work. No big.

I checked the time and shivered from the cold breeze hitting my bare legs. I wasn't wearing tights and the Starling city cold was hitting me pretty quick. I decided to go back inside the car when I heard a cocked gun near my ear.

"You work for Oliver Queen?"

I gulped and tried to remain calm but my body shook. I remembered I had to answer whoever this was as he prodded the question again, more bolder this time.

"Yes, what-what do you want?"

"He took something from me and you're going to get it for me." He tapped the back of my neck hard with the barrel. "This way..."

I shook even harder. I had no mace or stun gun with me. This really bites. God, now of all times I wish Oliver was here.

"Move it blondie!" Gun barrel poked my naked shoulder. "Did you hear what I said?"

"H-how do I know you're not going to just kill me anyway?" Oh god, my entire life is hanging in the hands of the gun man and I ask this?!

I felt warm air next to my ear and what smelled like dirt and grime. "Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way."

I half turned around to see the guy in the black mask raise his free hand, suddenly he was knocked to the ground flat by another man in a mask.

A deep, red mask, those eyes, green, dark, secretive. What?

"Felicity, are you ok?" Barry asked, out of breath as my body gave out, causing me to become weightless.