So, really short this one... not fitting in any of my other stories, so I decided to post it seperatly... I think I'll post all of my short one-shots here, just so i don't need to make a new story every time...
Please, let me know what you guys think...
Disclaimer: there is not a single part of Arrow that is mine, except for my very lively dreams
"No Oliver! You don't get to do this, not anymore! You don't get to forbid me anything!. Not since…" her voice trailed off, not really wanting to finish the sentence. And by the hurt and guilty look on his face, she didn't have to. He knew what she meant. Oliver's objections about Felicity doing fieldwork were now completely mute. His wanting to keep her safe and protected, no longer sounded true in Felicity's ears. Not since … Slade.
"Felicity" he said, almost begging, "please stay here, you don't have to go out, it's too dangerous." What he said, didn't help her anger. In fact, it only served to make her more furious. "Too dangerous? Too dangerous? This is nothing Oliver, it's a damn party! A cakewalk compared to the last field mission I did! Just sneak in the office, download some stuff and sneak back out, while having you and Digg and Roy as my back-up."
Oliver hung his head. There was no way of winning this argument, or any other in the future when it came to her doing fieldwork. Stupid, he felt so stupid. In his desperate fight to stop Slade, he'd put her in the most danger she'd ever been in. Worse than that landmine, worse than the dollmaker, worse than the count. He'd effectively given her to Slade, on a damn silver platter. But he didn't know any other way, there was no other way of defeating Slade. And now, because of that, she wouldn't listen anymore when he told her to stay in the lair. So, Oliver felt totally stupid.
She saw the look in his eyes shifting. When he got that look, that faraway, staring into the distance, not-being-here look, it usually meant he was taking a trip down memory lane. "Oliver… You did the right thing. We did the right thing. But, there is no going back to the way it was before. I'm happy to stay at the computers, helping you all that way if that is what the mission requires. But if I'm needed in the field, that is where I will be. I'm a big girl, and I make my own decisions." Her voice was soft but determined. She loved Oliver, more than she would ever admit to probably. More than was really healthy for her, definitely. But there was no way she'd go back to sitting in the lair, waiting and hoping to hear something, anything that would give her panicking heart a break.
"I know you are, and I know you do. But that doesn't mean I have to like it, does it? Or that I have to sit back and not argue when you want to put yourself in danger." He sighed, deflated. Resigned to having it go her way. Sometimes he wished he'd never involved others, never involved her into his whole mess. But if he hadn't, 'the Hood' would be long dead, and so would Oliver Queen. Bleeding out by a bullet wound given to you by your own mother, that would have been headliner news. She saved his life, so many times over. And she saved his soul as well, at least what was left of it.
In the months after Slade was defeated they'd had similar arguments, and he was sure there would be many more in the future. He had one ace up his sleeve still, one he would have to be very careful to play.
"No Oliver! Not this again! I'm going with you!" the suborn set of her jaw allowed for no argument. But this was a very dangerous mission, and she was not going, period. So it was time to use the ace up his sleeve. Even if that meant exposing a secret she hadn't told anybody yet. They hadn't told anybody yet. "Felicity, but what about the baby?!"
