**No rights reserved. If I owned any part of this show, you can bet it would go a lot differently.

The last thing that Oliver saw was not the snowy mountains that surrounded him, but the face of a petite blonde girl. He knew her name, but remembering that took too much effort. He closed his eyes and thought about her face for a little bit longer, forgetting the cold enveloping him and the open wound gushing blood from his chest.


He opened his eyes and found himself in what looked like a cave. Sitting up and looking around he noticed that he was covered in blankets and that it had to be below freezing outside. Scooting close to the fire, he realized that someone else must be with him because he didn't remember building a fire. Come to think of it, he didn't remember anything. He stood up, shaking off the blankets and strode towards the mouth of the cave. The raging blizzard bit at his shirtless skin, keeping him from getting close to potentially the only exit.

"I wouldn't go out there if I were you." A woman's voice sneered from behind him.

He spun around to see a beautiful, dark haired woman clad in what seemed to be mostly leather. She had two swords sheathed on her back and one at her left hip. He wasn't sure, but he guessed she had plenty more stashed out of sight.

"Who are you?" He asked, taking a step closer.

"Oliver, we've been over this already." She looked concerned. "Don't you remember?"

"Oliver...?" He whispered the name and felt faint memories tugging at him, dancing just out of reach.

"You are Oliver Queen." The woman said, stepping closer to him. "And I am Nyssa."

"Well, Nyssa. Just how exactly did we end up in here? And why can't I remember anything?" Oliver snapped.

"Because you died."

His face fell as memories started flooding back to him. His childhood, Laurel, the boat crash, his father, the island, becoming the Arrow, Felicity. His mind stopped at Felicity.

"How long have I been here, Nyssa? What happened?"

"Oliver, you-"

"How long?!"

"Ten months."

His heart ached. They all must think he's dead; his sister, Diggle, Laurel, Felicity, they all must think Ra's al Ghul killed him.

"Nyssa," Oliver paused. "Did your father kill me?"

"He did," she replied sadly. "But that was not the plan."