Slade grinned sadistically as he held the sringe up so it caught the light. His eyes glimmered with insanity as he began to laugh.

"You will be mine yet Amelia Smoak."

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Amelia pulled the blanket up to her chin as she rested her head on Oliver's chest. In response, Oliver draped his arm across Amelia's waist and kissed her head.

"Morning." He greeted.

"Morning." Amelia replied, yawning slightly. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, mum wants us to go out for dinner." He told her.

"Sounds good." Amelia mumbled as her stomach growled causing Oliver to laugh slightly.

"Breakfast?" He questioned.

"Breakfast." Amelia confirmed.

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Amelia hummed to herself as she looked through her wardrobe, searching for the dress she had bought that morning. It was a floor length one shouldered dress, royal blue in colour. Amelia grinned triumphantly as her eyes landed on the dress, but something else caught her eye.

It was her shadow disguse. Slowly, Amelia's hand skimmed along the fabric, the leather cool under her touch. She took it out, deliberating what to do with it. After a moments hesitation, she placed it back in the wardrobe and grabbed the dress, slamming the wardrobe.

- - -

Amelia locked the door behind her as she walked out of the house, aware that there was a car waiting for her. Oliver was meant to pick her up but she recieved a message from him, telling her that Tommy refused to put his suit on and so he would have to send a car for her.

This surprised Amelia. Not that Tommy wouldn't put his suit on because lets face it, he was as every bit stubborn as his father. What surprised her was that she could drive perfectly well and yet Oliver sent a car for her.

Would he ever stop being so protective?

Amelia opened the door of the car and slid inside. She set her handbag with her phone in it at her feet and settled into the seat.

"Thank you for picking me up." She told the driver politely.

Slowly, the driver turned round and grinned at Amelia. Panic surged through her and she faintly heard the door lock.

Everything was as she had last seen. His dark hair, his deep voice, his eyepatch.

"Anytime love." Slade Wilson spoke.

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A/N

This chapter is extremely short and I do apologise for it. I literally wrote it in twenty minutes, but I did want to post. Also, I'm sad to announce that the ending of lost and found is near :( on the bright side there's still a few chapters left, and I do still have dusk :)