Before you start, I just want to let you know that I am terrible at finishing stories. Enjoy!

"Laurel!" Oliver's heart stopped as he watched the building in front of him collapse, with the detective hysterically struggling against the girl behind him, trying to run into crumbling structure.

"Laurel!" he yelled again for seemingly no reason, tears streaking down his face as he ran by the pair of sobbing humans in his hood, in order to look for her. Oliver couldn't lose her, not after finally getting her back. Laurel couldn't die now, not after everything that they had been through.

Sifting through the rubble he kept calling her name and his way towards what used to be her office. As he got closer he turned off his voice distorter not taking a breath to continue calling her name.

There was no trace of Laurels office when he reached there, the walls around it had been knocked down and Oliver was surprised that the ceiling was still above it. There were sparks flying everywhere, rubble covered everything and a fine layer of dust still lingered in the air.

At that moment Oliver began questioning his priorities once again. Forgetting momentarily the reasoning he had for becoming the vigilante in the first place. The reasoning he had for putting it before his family, friends and love. As his breathing slowed he began to remember how Laurel believed in helping the small, defending the week. So much so she got herself nearly killed on multiple occasions…ironically why he was looking amongst the rubble of her workplace looking for her.

All of a sudden he heard a groan come from the rubble. Oliver's head whipped up, forgetting everything he was thinking about he began searching.

"Laurel!" He yelled climbing of the chunks of cement.

"Laurel?" Yet he heard nothing.

"Laurel sweetie! I need you to keep making noise"

But he heard nothing but silence.

"Laurel I need you to keep talking so I can find you" He tried again, trying to say it as calmly as possible, but still only the sounds of chaos outside rang through the building. Ollie's eyes shifted back and forth searching for any hint of movement.

"Please Laurel." He whispered, as tears began to flow from his eyes.

CLANG! A large noise of metal being hit filled the space.

CLANG! Again.

Oliver moved faster than he had when he was fighting Malcolm less than an hour ago. Carefully moving rocks from the origin of the sound, not wanting to accidentally have them collapse on the person trapped beneath the pile. As he removed a rock he found laurels hand with a piece of rock in it slamming into the side of a desk.

Taking the rock out of her hand, Ollie squeezed it finally breathing a sigh of relief as it squeezed back.

Laurel had somehow managed to pull a desk over her head and torso before the building had collapsed, miraculously saving her from the falling debris.

The rest of her body was shielded by a rock that fortunately didn't trap her as Oliver wasn't sure of his ability to move it by himself. So he quickly began to clear the small pieces of rubber that slit under the desk near her face.

"Oh thank God!" He breathed as Laurel opened her eyes. Laurels face had a couple scratches but nothing that wouldn't heal in a couple of weeks. She had made it virtually unscathed and Oliver felt as if he had been blessed by an angel.

"Ollie" Laurel smiled, having thought she was going to die only moments ago couldn't grasp the joy she felt at being met by the face of someone who had both infuriated and infatuated her over the last couple months.

Oliver leaned over capturing his lips with hers, chastely but passionately. Resting his head on her forehead he sighed "I thought I lost you"

Laurel Chuckled at the irony as she said "I thought I was lost."

Helping her to her feet, he then lifted her bridal style carrying her out the building. His pace started slow as he didn't want to jostle Laurel too much in case something was broken. However, when he heard the building start to creak and crack he knew it was about to collapse and it was all he could do to concentrate on getting her out of the building as quickly as possible

Oliver and Laurel bursted out of the side door of the building just in time for it collapse behind them. Sending brick, concrete and metal at the couple; forcing them forward and tossing them to the ground carelessly.

Hitting the ground hard, Ollie did his best to shield Laurel from the flying pieces of the building. The two rolled onto their backs, coughing and hacking while their bodies searched for air among the dust,

Once Oliver could breathe again he looked over at Laurel who had lost consciousness, most likely because of everything her body had suffered in the last hour. Luckily she was still breathing. All Oliver could do was pick her up and bring her to the group of sobbing individuals at the front of the building.

As he walked over to weir the detective lied on the ground he saw his best friend facing away from the crumbled structure, his shoulders shaking Ollie picked up his pace knowing Laurel needed a hospital badly and knowing that to expect a doctor to be available right away was foolish.

"Mr Merlyn!" The voice distorted hood yelled.

The look of surprise and joy on Tommy's face couldn't express what Oliver knew that he felt when the man saw the two of them coming.

"She needs a hospital!" he said, stating the obvious. Handing her over Ollie took one last look at her putting his hand on her forehead before running to his bike. Knowing the faster he got changed the faster he could get to the hospital.