HOURS
An Olicity drabble.
It's been hours since Felicity heard from Oliver.
She's been continuously pacing back and forth in Verdant's underground cave—their headquarters—and Diggle telling her to calm down isn't helping any.
"Felicity, I'm sure he's fine." Diggle tells her for the umpteenth time. "You know Oliver can take care of himself."
She stops her pacing and sends him a glare.
He puts his hands up. "Sorry."
She continues her pacing again, hands behind her back, the soles of her flats probably burning holes beneath them.
She theorizes that maybe he turned off his earpiece, lost his signal—something—which is why when she tried to talk to him, he didn't reply.
He could've given her a warning, though, if possible.
Felicity finally takes a seat on her swivel chair an hour later, monitoring her computers, trying to see if Oliver's tracker lights up on her screen.
She huffs and leans back in her chair, dropping her head back, where she sees Oliver standing behind her, upside down.
"Jesus Christ!" She jumps out of her chair and whirls around to face him.
"You're in a lot of trouble, man." Dig tells him.
"Am I?" Oliver asks.
"Yes, you are." Felicity snaps. "Where were you?! I've been trying to track you for the past million hours, and I couldn't find you! Why wasn't your tracker on?! You could've said you were turning it off or something. And Diggle was trying to calm me down, but he wasn't being helpful, sorry, Dig."
"Felicity—" Oliver begins.
"And I'm like the Mother Hen of this group; I tend to worry—although I'm not implying that I'm your Mom, which would be weird because I'm your friend—both of you, but still—"
"Felicity—"
"I'm just saying try to be more careful next time you decide to shut me off, okay? Warn a brother! Or sister. You know what I mean! I'm just trying to say that—"
"Felicity!" Oliver exclaims, grabbing her by the shoulders, ultimately shutting her up. "The important thing is I'm here, and I'm safe. You can stop worrying now."
She nods her head. "Yeah. You're right."
"Good." He replies, hands releasing her shoulders.
"You so owe me, like, three bottles of wine for this." Felicity mutters under her breath.