Hello! This story came up while i was going through something personal and i thought i should post it somewhere and i did. I post it on Fanfiction.net first then forgot to post it here to because of college.

So, you guys are getting two chapters all at once since i just completed it!

Enjoy! 

What if when you were a child close to a teen you discovered a super power?

What if the said super power was you time traveling to ANY time period you wanted by just thinking about it?

Would you tell anyone anything?

I had to.

You see I was born in a family of witches and psychics so superpowers were the norm...the abnormal was you having no powers...like my dad if you didn't count that he was super smart.

You see my dad was adopted by a family of psychics. As far as they known and so did my dad he wasn't a psychic or a witch or anything similar. Then met my mum, daughter of witches and they had me.

So I was expected to either develop magic powers or psychic ones...I never did until I suffered a nervous breakdown after my paternal grandma died and I learnt that the funeral was on the day of a very important exam I had been studying for an entire month prior to my grandma's death.

My mum although she never got along with my dad's family that is one of the many reasons they divorced by the way, refused to let me go...saying that without my dad's fancy money from his college job I had to be the best of best at school in order to get a scholarship.

So, I didn't go...

I broke down crying in the exam room once the teacher handed the subjects of the exam and soon my throat was closing and I couldn't breathe and fainted.

I woke up in the hospital two days later having the doctor tell me I suffered a very serious nervous breakdown that resulted to me fainting and as I fell from my desk I hit my head to the student at my right's desk and I had a serious concussion.

I was allowed to re-take the exam but still my head was SO sensitive to sounds, lights and even I got a headache by just looking at a computer screen for more than 3 hours (if I pressured myself not to give up).

Ever since I was a little kid I could predict things such as who was on the phone or if a family member was in danger, I could feel this urge to scream because my chest was closing and I couldn't breathe or it was just an unpleasant feeling.

But after my concussion those predictions amplified with a very scary accuracy that scared me because now I wouldn't just predicts seconds before a phone rings I would see in my dreams the entire day before actually living it!

That became my new normal all though I never spoke to anyone about it since I knew no one from my family would think it was weird but I had a nagging feeling that there was more to come.

At fourteen I had my very first past life memory resurfacing after my concussion, it was days after I finished all my exams and I was enjoying summer vacations with my family in Las Vegas when I decided to go with my mum's sister to my grandpa's grave to clean the old leafs and clean the tombstone a bit when I was going to refill our bucket with water I passed a tombstone with the name "Sergeant Andrew Ramón" and instantly got a stab in my head like a cold lighting and as I closed my eyes and groan I grew nauseas and dizzy that I puked right there and then.

My aunt was confused saying that a spirit must have gotten angry we disturbed his or her peace and caused me such a feeling but I knew there was something different...the very same night I fell asleep on the couch and I had my past life memory surface, I was a US soldier in Vietnam of the very same name.

Remembering the name at the grave the next day I started my research and I found his twin sister's daughter living close to us and I visited her at her book store, at first I didn't know how to approach her yet when we locked eyes she gasped and rushed to me asking me what I was doing here.

I got confused how could she possible know I was coming?

"Excuse me?" I asked confused as I held a Vietnam War memoir of some veteran that I wanted to buy.

"You came to me and told me to tell you that it's not the time yet!" The woman told me and I raised my eyebrows.

"And when is the time?" I asked her confused.

"When you find the green eyed woman. Then you'll be ready." The woman said to me with urgency in her tone then she saw the book and grabbed it and put it back.

She literarily kicked me out of the store!

I never met the green eyed woman to be honest.

Or so I thought.

At seventeen I had the continuation of that past life dream happen after another stabbing headache and puking because I was already sick...this time I saw my life after the war and how I died, heart attack during my twin's funeral...ironically.

I went back to the book store to finally get some answers a week later when I was better and as I was walking into the store a boy run into me and not only we knocked our heads together but we did fell on our butts with the force.

As I looked at the boy ironically he identical green eyes just like the woman in my past life memory!

"It's you!" I yelled and he looked confused.

That is how ladies and gentleman met my half brother, Daniel!

My dad was cheating on my mum with another woman from a neighboring coven, during their marriage and around the time I was born so was my half brother just hours between our births. My mum knew about it because of her witchy powers and expected my dad to come clean but he didn't...that led to them divorcing when I was three.

Daniel Smoak was a very turbulent discovery because after our meeting I grabbed him and dragged him into the store where he was running out of because he had stolen a book.

"Found my green eyed woman...well man? Now I need answers!" I yelled at the woman behind the desk who nodded and lead us to the sitting area of the store.

There I learnt that my past life also known as her uncle visited her in her dreams warning her about me and Daniel that I shouldn't learn of my past life until I found Daniel saying how after I met him I would be ready to accept what I would learn.

Needless to say Daniel was completely lost.

Of course during our talk his questions were answered and he shared some bizarre happenings from his life too.

There I learnt that he lived in a homeless shelter because after his mum died from cancer at fifteen they lost their house after her death and he was put into foster care yet he run away after the second placement saying how the family he was placed in was mean to him for being an atheist and they were very conservative.

It was during that time he started having past life memories of him being a Vietnamese woman that immigrated to US after the war and managed to finish her nursing degree and work for a few years at a nursing home before she retired and died at 80 years old from a liver failure.

That day I returned home with him and begged my mum to adopt him. You see my mum wasn't an evil person so she agreed and soon we were reunited! Of course it took two years for my mum to accept Dan and stop seeing our cheating dad in him. Dan also told her that his mum once he learnt of what our dad had done he forbidden our dad from seeing Dan and told him to return to Donna, my mum, and be a man.

Mum had teared up during Dan's story and hugged him then both of them visited Dan's mum's grave and Donna spoke to her. That was when Dan first saw the first spirit, his mum, smiling at them and saying thank you to Donna who also could see her before crossing over.

I had chills when Dan told me as we laid in our bank beds and waited for sleep to take us.

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Life was good for three more years before my first summer break during MIT when I was helping Daniel unload his truck and start fixing our home's garden he wanted to built his own vegetable and fruit garden. He was studying agriculture and was planning on buying the land where his old house was built, tear it down and create his own farm but for now he was trying in a small portion, our garden. When I needed to go pee, I excused myself and went to the bathroom there I got so dizzy I thought I would faint but as I closed my eyes and waited to faint nothing happened or so I thought...

It was that moment I heard a wooden door close and a male voice saying;

"Excuse me?!"

I remember I opened my eyes wide and I looked confused around me only to come face to face with a man around my age if not older with long blonde hair and blue eyes next to him stood a woman with very pretty brown hair and they were holding hands, I was in their way.

"Sorry! I got dizzy for a moment." I said slowly and I moved aside only to stumble and fall on my butt causing the girl to run to me and help stand up and seat at a bench nearby.

Very kind of her!

"Are you alright?" The girl asked and I didn't know what to say.

Where was I?

That wasn't Las Vegas, it was a campus though...but where?

"Ollie, let's take her to the hospital, she looks pale and her eyes are enlarged." The girl said in worry as she looked at me and I couldn't register a proper action would be in my case so I just stood there staring at the tree behind what I supposed was Ollie guy. I was trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Are you high or drunk?" The girl asked me and I looked at her confused.

"No. I was helping my brother fix our garden and I went to the bathroom to pee but now I'm here...where am i?" I asked her lost as tears start to welled up in my eyes.

"Where is your brother?" The girl asked me and I could see this Ollie guy was getting impatient because he was tapping his foot on the concrete ground.

"I...Las Vegas?" I said confused and the girl's eyes widen in complete shock and so did Ollie's. I saw the look their shared...it was of horrified thoughts that I might have been kidnapped and drugged and got away from my kidnapper and I was disoriented... At least that is what I read in the girl's eyes.

She seemed far more mature than Ollie guy to be honest.

"You are in Starling City many miles away from Las Vegas." Ollie spoke for the first time and I nodded as I started to cry.

"What is happening to me? I never lost time or end up some place else! Why is that happening?" I sobbed into my hands until I felt a buzz in my pocket of my jeans and it was my phone.

As I wiped my tears I took it out and flipped it open and saw a message from Dan asking me where I was.

As I looked up to ask Ollie to repeat the place I was only to see my bathroom's orange wall standing in front of me and me standing up instead of down.

What the fuck?

"Daniel! Help!" I yelled in fear as my breathing got heavier, Dan came running confused and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"How did you get into the bathroom? I checked like a second ago!" Dan asked confused and I looked at him without blinking.

"I was always in the bathroom Dan until I wasn't." I told him and then I fainted because it was all too much for me.

I woke up laying on my bed with Daniel and mum looking at me worried. As I drank my favorite tea, mint with Moroccan spices and cinnamon, I told them what had happened. My mum was ecstatic she started calling everyone in her coven saying how I was now a full witch and blah blah.

Daniel though looked sincerely worried and that is how I found myself on Monday morning in the waiting room of a Neurologist in a town over.

MRIs and all the tests showed a healthy brain.

Then came ringing in my ears with no altitude change but during those rings my entire brain would go numb and other times it would affect my hands. When I told the neurologist he sent me to a Nerve Specialist and an Eye specialist. The only news I got other than I was healthy was that I needed to start wearing glasses because my eye sight when I was looking afar was starting to dissolve and that caused many headaches.

The numbing stopped once I started wearing glasses at least for awhile...until it started again.

I didn't know what to do but I knew I was not a witch!

For years I tried spells and making potions and failed epically!

Until one time I didn't...there was this kid in our neighborhood I babysat sometimes during the summers when he fell from a tree he was climbing and the nearest open ER hospital was an hour away and I had no car or money for a taxi I took upon myself to make a ointment I had seen my mother make all my life whenever I or Dan fell down and opened a wound and I put it on the boy and I saw his relief as he stopped crying.

An hour of us watching a Disney movie I decided it was time to wipe off the ointment, have a bath and put some gauze on it and then go to bed when I wiped the ointment the wound was healed only a small bruise remind.

The boy named Jimmy said I was a very good nanny with magic powers and thanked me. I internally freaked out and did a victory dance.

When I told my mum she started teaching me different ointments and creams for various injuries saying how I was a Healer not a Witch but still she was proud of me.

During our 19 birthday, Dan start showing some weird signs himself, he was dared by me and my cousin Isabella to read a spell out of my mum's grimoire when that spell actually happened!

He made a water filled glass turn into lemonade filled glass!

We instantly told our parents and Dan was officially a witch! Dan though never took it as a sign that he was superior than normal people like my mum had at times. He kept working on his degree and as far as I know he only used once a spell to make his noisy roommate sleepy so he could get a good night sleep.

Of course Dan being born to a mother of another witch from a different coven he had to take the permission of the other coven to join my mum's....or should I say ours?

At 25 years old, I was working at QC at the IT department when a man showed up in my cubical asking for help with a bullet holes filled laptop...when I realized who he was, Oliver Queen.

I could see Oliver staring at me as if he was trying to remember where he had seen me before when my pen fell down and I bend down to grabbed my pen at the same time my phone rang and i heard his impatient clearing of his throat suddenly I was hit with a memory of me crying in a campus and feeling lost!

He was the Ollie guy!

Holy shit!

What the actual fuck?!

He seemed not to remember me so I tried to keep my cool and help him.

Now, I have been friends with Oliver for years and I met Laurel the girl who had helped me, she also was trying to remember from where I looked so familiar from. Yet they never figure it out and I was glad.

It's not like I'm yelling from the rooftops that I might have powers.

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And of course a secret can't stay a secret for long...we got captured by Ricardo Diaz, both me and Oliver, when I felt this burning feeling in my palms that made me sweat and groan in pain as Diaz looked at me looking at my palms and he saw it!

"Your palms are burnt!" He exclaimed shocked and I nodded confused then as I was about to ask for water he splashed water on my hands making me sigh in relief but that was short lived before I started yelling in pain and my hands start to burn again and Diaz splashed water again.

Nothing helped this time.

I looked frightened at him and he was also confused and so was Oliver.

"What is going on?" He yelled at me and grabbed me by my hair and yelled in my face. I groaned in pain from having my hair being pulled when I grabbed his hands with mine and he yelled in pain.

Then I grabbed the shackles and they melted under my touch. Oliver and Diaz looked shocked but I was pissed.

"Stop hurting me, my friends, my family and my city!" I yelled and with that rage I saw fire in my hands...actual fire!

I threw it at Diaz and his shoes were on fire.

Then I touched his face and it got burnt enough for him to be close to death.

I turned to Oliver and freed him then we captured Diaz and he was put into an ARGUS prison.

Oliver and Laurel sat with me taking care of my burnt hands when they saw my tattoo in my wrist;

"DSVFS"

"What does that mean?" Laurel asked interested and I smiled.

"Daniel Smoak Vietnam Felicity Smoak." It's a tattoo me and my half brother have in honor of how we met, fighting over a Vietnam history book. I didn't know he was my half brother until he told me his last name which was the same as mine and it's my dad's last name." I told them a small lie and they smiled nodding but I saw the recognition in their eyes.

I knew they wouldn't possible believe that me and my brother came across each other in a past life and we both remember it.

They must have seen my tattoo when I first met them during that bizarre day. Because it was just a couple months since we had taken that tattoo for our 20th birthday.

Now what?

Should I come clean and tell them what is going on or just wait and see if they bring it up?

I wonder what they are thinking...

General POV

Oliver and Laurel walked outside the foundry and looked at the night sky.

"You saw that too right?" Oliver asked his ex not turned best friend.

"Yeah...you remember that weird day...I honestly thought that...actually I never knew how or what to think of a normal explanation." Laurel stumbled with her words...she was trying to process that weird day for years now.

"Maybe it's fate the three of us end up all together." Oliver mused and Laurel nodded agreeing that maybe must have been fate. But Oliver wasn't that keen on accepting that...in a world where he fought aliens, Metahumans, magic and time travel there must have been an explanation for that day.

It was two days before he went on the Gambit and his life changed forever.

He had buried that memory in the back of his mind but seeing how they got free from Diaz and the tattoo he didn't know what to think.

"But how did she disappear? I mean you were rubbing soothingly her back the one second and the next you were touching the air..." Oliver said baffled and Laurel nodded remembering the freak out she had after that.

"Maybe she was a Metahuman all along and...I really don't know." Laurel tried to come up with a theory but failed when she realized she was holding the old gauzed she used to clean the blood off Felicity's hands, she had her DNA in her hands.

"Let's call Cisco." Laurel suggested and Oliver nodded as he started dialing him.

Seconds after the Flash appeared grabbed the gauzes and run back to Central City.

Now they were awaiting answers...

Central City (Couple Hours Later):

Cisco Ramon watched as the results spelled;

"Human"

That doesn't make sense...or does it?

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