Are You Okay, Oliver?

by Bespectacled BriarRose

Oliver has been acting strange lately, and Felicity can't figure out why. Olicity fluff. Probably slightly OOC, especially Oliver. (Though I like to think he's sort of an awkward dork sometimes, especially around Felicity) Slightly AU: Detective Lance never launched a manhunt for the Arrow, Oliver is still a crime-fighter after 3x23, and the Olicity action in 3x20 didn't happen.

1. Chapter 1

Felicity

Felicity was rewiring the wireless router under her desk in the lair. She tugged a couple wires closer, wanting to make sure that they were long enough to reach the new box. "This goes here, and then the Ethernet to this port, and-"

"Fe-li-ci-ty, what are you doing?" asked Oliver from behind her, his voice slightly strangled. She yelped, moving too fast and hitting her head on the underside of her desk. She backed up and sat up on her heels, rubbing her head. "You okay?" Oliver asked, holding out his hand to help the blonde off the floor.

"Just peachy, Oliver. I was re-doing the wireless for the lair," she replied, smoothing her skirt over her legs again. "Why can't you make any noise when you enter the lair? It's intensely annoying that you can just sneak up on me and, I don't know, stare at my ass or something for God knows how long, and maybe I should stop talking before this gets weirder." Oliver was looking at her funny, with one eyebrow raised and an odd look in his eye. "You okay, Oliver?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, shaking his head slightly. "So, do you have any leads on our criminal?"

Felicity whirled around and leaned over slightly to check her computer. "No leads yet, bossman, but I'll keep you updated."

"Great, thanks," replied Oliver, his voice somewhat strained. Felicity turned her head to see Oliver standing behind the potted plant that served to cordon off her desk space from the rest of the lair. There was color sitting high in his cheeks, and his lower lip was red and indented, like he had been digging his teeth into it.

"Yeah, no, just fine. I'm going to…go take a shower. Bye, Felicity." He turned quickly and rushed out of the lair, his walk slightly uneven. Felicity furrowed her brow and made a mental note to ask Oliver how his knee was doing before getting down on her knees and crawling back under the desk to finish rewiring her babies.

A/N: Hey guys! I promise I'll keep up with this one. I swear it on my life. But, yeah. All of the chapters are going to be these short little Olicity drabbles about him checking her out and her being oblivious. Until the end, of course. I hope you enjoy this fic! All my love-Rose