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Prompt: "Into The Wild"

Into The Wild

She yawned and then sighed as she turned off the computers at the new "lair". Between everything that had happened lately, she was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Oliver noticed. "What's wrong?"

They hadn't spoken much when they flew back home. In fact after their conversation before they left the island, they hasn't spoken at all, besides work related things. It wasn't as if she didn't want to talk to him because she did. It was that she couldn't figure out what to say to him, and that frightened her. She never had "nothing" to say to anyone, especially when it came to him.

But it wasn't as if they were avoiding each other. When they got back, they became swamped with both, work for the Arrow and work to get Queen Consolidated back. It hadn't left much time for chatting.

"Earth to Felicity." He looked at her, expectantly.

"Sorry, what?" She had missed what he said, lost in her thoughts.

Lines on his forehead bunched together. "I asked if you were okay."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine, just a little distracted." She told him, waving him off with her hand.

"I can see that." There was still concern in his eyes but the lines on his forehead smoothened.

She started to blush at the intensity of his stare. "I'm tired, I think that I'll try and get some rest. After all, we have a lot to do tomorrow."

She tried to look away but he held her gaze. "Felicity,"

"Oliver," she replied, matching his tone.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, his eyes seemed to bear into her and she was hypnotized, unable to look away.

"I'm sorry." He told her, sincerely.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "There's no need to apologize."

He shook his head. "I promised you and myself that I wouldn't put you in danger, I broke that promise."

She suddenly felt stupid because she thought he was apologizing for the other thing, the thing that had been keeping her up at night. "Look, I knew what I was getting into when I told you that I was all in, it's okay."

"And I'm sorry for what I said at the house." He apologized, somehow knowing what she was thinking.

"I know," she replied quickly, wanting to get off the topic.

He wasn't finished. "I shouldn't have done that. I should've told you from the beginning."

"Why didn't you?" She asked, quietly.

"I couldn't," he didn't finish the sentence.

But it wasn't hard to figure out what the end of the sentence was. "I would've agreed with it, you know. I would've still gone through with it even if I knew the plan."

"I know, that's the problem." He told her, unhappily.

She was confused. "Why?"

He didn't answer her, instead told her something that she wasn't expecting. "I meant what I said after Moscow. Because of who I am, what I have to do, I can't be with anybody that I could really care about."

Her voice came out strong as she tried to follow where he was going with the conversation. "And I meant what I said; you deserve someone better than what you think. Oliver, you're a good person."

"So are you. You should be happy." He said, honestly.

She smiled, "I am." He gave her a dubious look and she continued. "Oliver, do you really think that I would be here, that I would continue to do this with you if I wasn't happy?"

They didn't say anything after that. He shot her a look; it was the same look he gave her the day he "confessed" his feelings for her.

She yawned and he spoke. "You really should get some rest."

She raised her eyebrows. "I was going to but someone started a conversation with me."

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "See you tomorrow."

He squeezed her shoulder gently, as she told him. "Yeah, we have a busy day tomorrow."

She left, yawning repeatedly as she drove home. She put the keys on the counter and made her way through the apartment on autopilot. She then put on the comfiest pajamas she owned and crawled into bed, her mind still reeling.

She couldn't seem to stop the thoughts that raced through her head. Between the "confession" three days ago and the conversation that just happened, she didn't know what to think. She kept thinking that even though they were off the island, even though Slade was gone, the damage was still there. The can of worms or in this case feelings were opened and couldn't seem to be stuffed back in.

They weren't on the island or in the mansion, the mission was over. It shouldn't have mattered anymore. But it did. It wasn't real, his declaration of love wasn't real but yet she couldn't seem to shake the look he gave her. She was always able to tell if he was lying and she didn't sense it that night. That was what haunted her. She couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't out of the woods yet. She couldn't help but feel as though they were in fact only entering the wild, without any idea of what was out there.

AN So, this is my first attempt at Arrow. This story is part of the Olicity Flash Fic prompts that's on Tumblr. Anyways, thanks for reading and it would make my day if you reviewed. :)