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*Set during-after season 2 episode 9, Three Ghosts*
It was a couple hours later and, though it was nearly one in the morning, Felicity was still stationed at her desk in the foundry. She was typing away, her racing thoughts compressed to the back of her mind while she worked. For now, at least, they were leaving her alone. Dig and Oliver had gone out for drinks, and afterwards, Oliver would most likely be dropped off at his mansion. Why she was still there Felicity didn't know; she had no reason to be. But what they did gave her purpose, and Felicity felt better knowing that she'd be ready if Oliver decided to wake up in the early morning to track down yet another of–in what seemed an endless supply–psycho.
"Felicity?" she heard from behind her. Felicity jumped at the sound of her own name; she hadn't heard another voice in more than two hours. She spun her chair to face Dig and breathed out.
"John. What the hell?"
He smiled at her in that way he had. "I should be asking you that. What're you still doing here?"
"I'm… on call. In case Oliver has a need to fight more crime." Wow. That hadn't sounded as crazy in her head.
"At one in the morning?"
Again, it hadn't sounded so crazy…
"Right. Uh… I guess I just got caught up and didn't feel like going anywhere," Felicity said. "I'll leave now." She stood and pulled her jacket from the back of her chair, her heels clicking as she went to walk past Dig. An awkward smile graced Felicity's lips–she felt ridiculous. Why was she still there? The Arrow was home in his bed, safe and sound, and he wasn't going to be coming back to the foundry until much later. She wasn't needed at any hour before then, though she wouldn't really mind if she were–Her mind seemed to find a way to make that wrong and Felicity's quirky smile pulled into a grimace.
Dig called out to her before she could leave and Felicity turned back to look at him. "What's going on between you and Oliver?" Dig asked her.
"What d'you mean?" she replied casually.
"Come on. 'Fantasy Island'?"
Felicity tapped her foot once, her lips pursed. "Yeah, okay, that might've sounded a little–"
"Jealous?" Dig put in.
Felicity froze. "…I was gonna say childish," she said, her voice ending up quieter than she'd been going for.
"Look, I can see you two are going through something right now. But that can't impact what goes on out there, with all of our safety every day," Diggle told her, gesturing around to represent Starling.
"I know how to do my job!" Felicity snapped. "Just because we were in an argument doesn't mean I'm going to allow him to be hurt. He means more to me than petty anger."
"Okay," Dig said, holding up his hands. "Okay. Just, making sure you know where your heads are at. You and Oliver are adults. You can do what you want. But when you push those feelings down that it's clear you're feeling and let anger replace them because it might be easier, you're really not doing anyone any favors." Felicity looked to the floor, digging her heel into it as though scraping off a piece of gum. "Just came to check up down here before heading home. You should do the same."
He left, and Felicity was left wondering what the hell she was going to do.
Damn it, Oliver Queen.