This is a series of one shots of Oliver & Felicity moments. Truth be told this is one of my favorite couples in a long time and not because it's some epic, ill-fated romance (although obviously that's part of it) but because they truly are partners in their work and in life. It's a seriously rare thing to see on television these days and I'm loving every freaking moment. Also, Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards chemistry is ridiculous. I could fangirl on forever and a day, but I won't because that would be too much. Even for me.

Side note: If Arrow's stunt team doesn't get some type of nod for the ridiculously awesome work they do week-in and week-out then this world really has gone to hell.

Please send reviews my way - I read every single one because y'all are the best. Please no flames. See you at the end, Oliciters.

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Felicity looked at him, for the first time not trusting her vision. She stammered, voice catching, not able to form words. He was dead. There was no way. He was dead. Three years ago almost to the day. Yet somehow he was standing in front of her. She shook her head and blinked ferociously, trying to rid her eyes of the tears that were surely building.

"No." Her voice was shaky with unbelief; her mind incapable of comprehending who stood before her. He looked different, aged. His skin still firm, hair still light brown, but different. His body was sturdier, stronger somehow. His hair shorter and a scar that wasn't there before graced his face. But his eyes. Those were the same. As she studied his hesitantly expectant face, the same hand that had covered her mouth gravitated to gently brush his face before pulling away as if touching fire. But slowly, unable to control her muscles, she brought her hand back to his face to trace the scar line. Her fingers glided over the mark as she studied it with the intensity of a painter taking in each detail of the landscape. Her fingers grazed the edge of his lips. Her eyes darted back to his questioningly.

"Yeah, it's me," he reassured her with a slight chuckle. It was shocking – hearing his voice again. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten it. At the sound of it she threw her arms around him causing her body to collide into his. Despite her throwing her weight upon him, he remained steady, unmoving, fully holding her weight, clasping her in his arms to not let her touch the ground. She firmly planted a kiss on his neck. She could hear a slight puff of joyful relief escape his mouth.

"How is this possible?" her voice quivered, her hands frantically moving from around his neck to hold his face in her hands, worried he might vanish before her eyes. "You were dead."

"I know." He reassured her, placing her firmly on the ground in front of him. He cupped her face in his palms and planted a kiss on her forehead as her body began to wretch itself with sobs. "It doesn't matter," he stated softly, "I'm here."

He pulled her back into himself and Felicity was grateful, never wanting to leave his warm grasp again. As she stood in his arms it became clear this was what she needed. Felicity breathed in his scent. Warm comfort, just as she remembered. Felicity realized it was the first time in a long time she had been able to truly breathe.

"Oliver…" the sound of his name from her lips startled her. It had been forever since she had uttered them outside of her head. "Oliver, I'm so sorry."

Oliver shook his head adamantly as if knowing what she was going to say. "No. You have nothing to be sorry about."

Felicity cut him off, "If I had just asked you to stay–"

"I wouldn't have listened and it doesn't matter. You didn't know what would happen." Felicity buried her face in his chest once more, letting her tears overtake her. Angry at herself for watching him leave, for trusting Nyssa, assuming he'd died there in the snow capped mountains.

Unbelieving he was holding her now. She felt the warm breath of Oliver on her cheek as he pressed a kiss on her skin. The kisses became more rushed now, moving from her cheek to the nape of her neck before he pulled her back to where he could look into her eyes. As she gazed up to meet his, she felt angry for what she hadn't done all those years ago. She hated herself for not trying to find him. For thinking he'd been dead all this time.

His eyes praised her as they looked at her face, taking in every last detail before putting a sweet peck in the palm of her hand. Then Oliver placed kisses on her forehead and lips. It was strange how he embraced her but she didn't care. She was just relieved he was here. With each kiss her heart fluttered more rapidly but she couldn't stop her tears.

"Please stop crying." Oliver half chuckled, as his eyes too became glossy. Felicity could hear the begging in Oliver's voice. His tone was sweet. "I never was able to handle crying."

"I'm sorry. It's just impossible, like I'm going to wake up and know this was fake. That you're not real."

"This isn't a dream, Felicity. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Ras al Ghul will have to try a little harder to kill me next time." He teased morbidly.

"That's not funny," she interjected. It was intended as a warning but her weak voice and tear-stained face did little to help her intimidation factor. Oliver continued, ignoring her comment.

"I'm not letting you get rid of me that easily." He smiled and she reciprocated. Without any other words, Oliver placed his hand gingerly underneath her chin and bent down to kiss her. It was the sweetest kiss Felicity had ever received. And she was sure there would never be another that could come close.

"I loved you so much." he whispered, taking a strand of her hair in his hand.

Felicity jolted up in bed with a gasp. She looked around the dark room. It hadn't been real. Suddenly the air became hard to breathe. Her muscles shook fiercely. She placed her hand on her throat, the panic of him being dead racked itself around in her heart and her chest hurt. Felicity took in sharp, hallow breaths trying her best to regain control of her lungs while trying not to cry. Her breathing began to slow as she closed her eyes, focusing on the ticking clock next to her bed. Something Digg taught her as a focusing technique when her panic attacks began about 3 years ago.

Felicity pulled her legs up tight to her chest and rested her head upon her knees. She forced herself to press down the urge to scream – frustrated for having such a dream. Suddenly the form next to her shifted. She froze perfectly still, almost lifeless, not even breathing. The last thing she wanted was for Ray to wake up. There was no way to explain herself without hurting him and without lying. Ray took a deep breath in, signaling he was in no way waking up from his sleep. Felicity looked over at him and then down at the ring gracing her left hand as it had done for the past year. But with the engagement ring came a heaviness she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to ignore. She loved Ray but the dreams of Oliver wouldn't stop. They were less frequent but still came and, in a way, she knew she'd miss them if they didn't. She twisted the ring around her finger before sliding it off, placing it on the nightstand. Then, quietly, she slid open the top drawer and fished her way to the bottom before her hand grazed what she had been searching for. She pulled out the worn, cream colored envelope. The writing on its front so familiar; her name, simply written, in his writing. She looked at it, holding it closely before flipping it over and opening it. It was void of a letter, the usual contents of such a package. Instead, she pulled out a photo. It was simple; them both smiling with the towering Ferris wheel from the Starling City carnival in the background. Felicity stared at it for a moment. Trying to memorize Oliver's grin, desperately hoping if she concentrated enough she'd be able to hear his laugh again, to no avail.

The carnival wasn't a date – it hadn't even been just them that day. Digg took the photo while they were waiting for Roy to finish winning at darts. Roy ended up going home with the world's largest lime green teddy bear.

It was from that summer; the summer after Oliver didn't deny he loved her on the beach of Lian Yu. Even the sweltering heat of those months couldn't steal away from how happy they were. The weight was finally lifted from his shoulders because Slade was gone. Oliver's arm slung around Felicity's shoulder. He was mid laugh. Her hand clung to his shirt. She wasn't even looking at the camera. She was looking up at him. Felicity remembered how they'd drug Oliver there that night. He wanted to scour the city for the usual bad guys but Felicity insisted. She never told Oliver why but it was because riding the Ferris wheel reminded her of her of her mother and father. Growing up, before her dad left, it was their tradition to visit the carnival. She wanted to have good memories of that place again, to grasp hold of that feeling she'd had as a child. The feeling of a family. Little did she know at the time, Oliver would leave her just like her father. Now they were both gone.

Felicity glided her fingers over the glossy finish of the paper. She never could seem to bring herself to get rid of that photo of Oliver. She tried so many times but the furthest she got was taking it out of the frame that used to rest on her nightstand. Getting rid of that picture would be equivalent to getting rid of Oliver and that was something she would never be ready for.

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So that was it you guys. I really hope you enjoyed the story...well, as much as you possibly can enjoy a story where Oliver is dead. I'm working on the next drabble, which is almost finished. Please review. I'd love to hear any thoughts you have on the story and if you have any prompts, I'd gladly take them.

Also, feel free to weigh in on the whole how Felicity and Digg react to hearing about Oliver's death. I'm buying stock in Kleenex to prepare.