Totally meant to thank my wonderful beta for helping me write this story.

As the skies started to flash with lightning and boom with thunder a certain blond started to worry about Sara and her fear of storms. Over the sounds of thunder Felicity hears a light knock at her front door. She goes to open the door

"Wha...Sara what are you doing here, its pouring?" She asked surprised.

"Well I just got off work and was in the neighborhood, Can I come in?" Sara asked shivering.

Felicity then steps aside and quickly says "Yea…yeah, come in." She then closes the door and says "We should get you out of those wet clothes. I mean not WE as in I help get you out of your clothes but you change into something dry so you don't get sick, and now I'm rambling in which I will stop in 3...2..1." she then exhales while trying to avoid Sara's eyes. "You're still cute." Sara says while smirking at the babbling IT girl in front of her. "You know what; maybe you should go take a warm shower while I look for some old clothes for you." Felicity tells Sara who has removed her jacket and boots while Felicity was talking.

Felicity shows Sara to the bathroom for a hot shower to ease the chill of the night and the rain that had soaked through her clothes. She moved to her bedroom and took out her warmest fleece pajamas and heated a towel for the cold woman.

After a few minutes Felicity could start to see steam making its way out of the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door and decided it was time to go back in. With a soft knock she spoke through the door, "Sara? Sara may I come in? I have a warm towel for you and something for you to wear."

A soft, "Sure," was the only reply. Felicity stepped into the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her, not wanting the warmth to escape. Through the blanket of steam and the clear shower door Felicity could make out the strong, slightly marred body in the shower.

As much as she wanted to give her friend some privacy, she couldn't help admiring the dripping body before her. From the soaking, wet blond hair, down curved shoulder and a toned back, to a perfectly shaped round bottom. Further down she noted Sara's legs; long and lean. It was perfect. Yes there were scars splattered across Sara's perfect physique, but that only served to captivate Felicity further. They were signs of strength, and determination and a fundamental will to survive that Felicity both admired and envied. She was mesmerized.

Sara must have noticed that the door hadn't opened again with Felicity's exit as she peered over her shoulder to find the other blond standing in the middle of the bathroom, clothes and towel still in hand. Startled Felicity jumped slightly, a blush creeping up her cheek, embarrassed at being caught staring. "I'll just leave these here for you, and leave. Yes that's it, I'll leave. I'll be outside if you need anything. Not that you would need anything in the bathroom. I'll just go now." She rambled as she set the clothes down on counter and headed hastily back out the door.

Mortified at what she had done, Felicity made her way to her kitchen to take out a bottle of wine. She opened the wine to let it breathe and took two glassed out of the cabinet before making her way to the living room and putting on the TV.

Sara emerged from the bathroom looking slightly pink from the hot water, and calmer than she had when she arrived. "Come, sit." Felicity motioned to the couch, "I opened some wine and thought we might watch a movie, your choice."

"Sure, sounds nice." Sara replied, with a fake upbeat tone.

"Look, Sara, I know you don't like storms, I don't blame you, I'm not crazy about them either and I have always been inside when one comes up. But you are here now, and safe. It's going to be OK"

Sara couldn't quite believe she had a friend quite as good as Felicity, so light and happy, in a world of darkness. However there was still a nagging in her gut she couldn't deny. "It's not that felicity. Well it is, I really don't like storms, but it's something else too. You are the best friend I have had in a long time and I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? Why would you make me uncomfortable, there is more than enough space on the couch for both of us, we may just need to snuggle a little?"

"It's not the couch, Felicity. I saw you, in the bathroom. You were looking at my scars. I'm sorry you had to see them."

"What? Sara, no. Um, I…was…I. I wasn't exactly looking at your scars; well I was, but not just your scars," Felicity blushed and looks down to her hands in her lap. "It's just, you are so strong and you have survived so much and you still manage to look absolutely gorgeous all the time, I wish I was like that. As for your scars, you should know that they don't bother me Sara. They are a sign of your strength, and every fight you won to survive. I think they are beautiful," she finished looking Sara in the eyes.

"Really, so you don't hate them?" Sara almost looks hopeful, a glint in her eyes that Felicity has never seen before.

"Of course not, you are beautiful Sara."

"Thank you. And you are strong too Felicity, so much stronger than you see."

They settle onto the couch after that, drinking wine and watching a variety of romantic comedies that Sara missed while 'on the island'. Eventually they both fall asleep, Felicity at the edge of the couch with Sara's head in her lap. The storm rages outside, but neither of the blonds notice