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He ran his filthy, greasy hands through her hair once more. He tugged at it roughly, pulling her back, taunting her friend. He rubbed her shoulders, and Felicity flinched. She could see Oliver grit his teeth in agony, watching this creep torment her. As the shots fire, she clenched her eyes shut tight. Then, with rough movements, the Count slashed the zip ties off her wrists and dragged her by her ponytail to a new vantage point, and held the syringe of Vertigo closer to her neck as a threat. Felicity could only watch in horror as Oliver lowered his bow for her, and flung the arrow aside. He pleaded for the Count to let her go. The Count waved the needles a bit closer, and Oliver snapped, sending him out the window with 3 arrows in his chest. He was no match for the elusive man in the hood, the Arrow, Felicity's protector.
The snippet of time condenses itself into a single memory, a terrifying one at that. Felicity shrugs the blanket around her shoulders closer, and Oliver pulls her into a hug.
"He's gone now, ok? He can't come back to hurt you." He says, reassuringly. Felicity looks down at the bruising on her arms sadly.
He rubbed her shoulders, and Felicity flinched.
"Felicity?" Oliver asks, worried. Felicity looks down at where Oliver's hand is on her shoulder.
"I'm, I'm fine." She stammers, reassuring Oliver more than herself.
"How about I drive you home." Oliver suggests, and Felicity weakly nods, allowing Oliver to lead her to his car.
As the shots fire, she clenched her eyes shut tight.
"Felicity, it was just a car honking." Oliver says, and Felicity can hear the pain and hurt in his voice. Oliver watches as she recoils from he defensive position. Who could hurt Felicity? Why? She is so precious and sweet, and Oliver quakes with protectiveness as she freezes in shock as he lightly brushes shoulders with her when helping her into the car. The ride is slow, Felicity flinching if Oliver stops or starts too fast. A motorcycle revs past them, and as it leans precariously close, Felicity's mind flashes back once again.
...and held the syringe of Vertigo closer to her neck as a threat.
Oliver doesn't realize she silently started crying until the next red light.
"Felicity?" He asks quietly. Upon receiving no response, Oliver reaches over and clasps her hand tightly, slightly speeding his way to her apartment.
Oliver jumps the stairs, 5 at a time, with Felicity in his arms. He doesn't bother asking her for a key, but instead pulls out the copy he had made when he snuck her keys away from her one time. He has copies of all their keys. He shoves open the door, setting Felicity down on the couch before setting off on a quixotic adventure to find her some sweats and a t-shirt. Comforting Felicity while she still wore a dress would not be eventful. The retrieval of comfier clothing was successful, but when Oliver returns to the couch, Felicity is gone.
He finds her in the kitchen. She sluggishly whips out a pair of uncanny, dull scissors and half-heartedly tries to cut off her long, platinum-colored strands of hair.
He ran his filthy, greasy hands through her hair once more. He tugged at it roughly, pulling her back, taunting her friend.
Oliver slowly closes his hands around Felicity's hands, pulling the scissors away from her hair.
"Hey, hey, hey, you don't want to do that." Oliver says slowly.
"No, I really do. It's not like when I wanted that haircut-" Felicity cuts off her rambling. "He touched it!" She shouts. "He touched it. He touched it. He touched it!" She says it over and over again. Oliver steers her towards her bathroom, handing her the clothes.
"Get changed, and then we'll solve the hair problem." He says gently, and she slowly walks into the bathroom.
"But what if he, or someone else comes back what if they get me?!" Felicity's minor panic attack starts, but Oliver walks into the bathroom with her.
"Look Felicity," He says. "There's no one in here." He proceeds to check the closet for her, show her the window is locked, and he looks into every nook and cranny until she is satisfied.
"But what about the door?" Felicity asks as Oliver leaves the bathroom.
"I'll be right here, the whole time, ok? Take your time." Oliver says, shutting the door softly.
Felicity takes her time, and pulls herself together. After 20 minutes, she walks back out, head down, wearing the sweats and the T-shirt Oliver picked out. Several of the Arrow supporters made T-shirts depicting arrows, and hoodies with more arrow propaganda, and Oliver had made sure all the Team Arrow members had plenty of the paraphernalia.
Oliver grins at seeing her in the shirt, but she only looks down more.
"Hey, it's just a joke. And I recall promising you something about your hair." Felicity lets him lead her back to the living room, where he sets up some pillows on the floor and helps her lie down.
"I'll be right back," He promises, and in a mere minute, he returns with a large bowl of water and an armful of Felicity's hair products.
"What are you doing?" She asks timidly.
"Taking care of the hair problem." He responds, beginning to wash her hair. Oliver washes Felicity's hair, grimacing in distaste when he sees the amount of dirt and filth the Count spread through her hair. He uses all her other various products, and then takes the bowl of water away and retrieves the hairdryer.
He doesn't protest when Felicity climbs into his lap on the couch, allowing the cord to reach the outlet. Oliver somehow manages to blow-dry her hair, even though he's never gone near the blowdryer in his life.
"Just for the record, you need to work on your hair skills." Felicity says after he finishes. "But thank you." She adds. "For everything."
"Felicity-"
"Thank you Oliver. Just accept the thanks for once." She hugs Oliver, and settles into the embrace, and Oliver plays with her hair, gently, unlike the Count's rough, jerky movements. He plays with it long after Felicity falls asleep, and even makes what Oliver thinks might be a braid, just to keep her happy. Anything to keep her happy, especially after tonight.
Please review if you have an idea of what Oliver should do with Felicity next!