If You Leave

Oliver woke up and reached across the bed without opening his eyes. He'd gotten so used to touching her, first thing every morning, that when all he felt was cold sheets, it worried him. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room, realizing that the whole loft was silent. He pulled himself out of the bed and threw on his pants. Oliver stumbled through the bedroom and into the living room and kitchen area.

The loft was big and open, the perfect place for him to spend the past three weeks with Felicity. He glanced out onto the balcony, but he didn't see her there either. "Felicity?" He called, opening the door to the bathroom. His heart began to pick up speed, and he ran back into the bedroom, noticing that all of her clothes were strewn around the floor. She wasn't the neatest person in the world, but this wasn't how she'd left her things the night before. He couldn't tell what was missing, but he didn't see her purse or cell phone anywhere. "Felicity!" He said again, making his way to the balcony and stepping out. He combed over the beach with his eyes, and while there were plenty of blondes, none of them were his.

He was really worried now, and he called her name one more time as he opened the door leading to the hallway. He saw her leaning against the wall, her knees curled up to her chest. She was wearing his button down shirt and socks, but that was it. He rushed to her and pulled her to her feet, dragging her into her arms. "What are you doing out here?" He asked, touching her face and seeing tears. "What's wrong?"

She pulled away, grabbing her key card and purse that were still on the ground, "Roy called. Something happened. He said that Ray's condition is worsening."

"But they said that he was stable just yesterday."

"I know. I don't know what happened, but we need to go back to Starling."

"Of course." Oliver answered, "Let's go start packing our things." Oliver led her inside and helped Felicity get her clothes together, "What happened in here, anyway?" he asked, trying to distract her.

She rolled her eyes and waved her hand at him, "The phone was ringing, and I couldn't find anything to throw on. I was trying to leave so I wouldn't wake you up."

He picked up one of her tiny lingerie nightgown things between two of his fingers, "I don't remember you taking this off at any point last night."

"Mm," she said, "And you probably won't, Mr. al Ghul."

"I'm not Ra's al Ghul."

"No, you're just married." She offered him a fake smile, and he could hear the tension in her voice. Their lack of sex was clearly irritating for both of them.

"I don't feel married to Nyssa." He said, trying for the millionth time to make her budge.

"Well, maybe that's because you never slept with her. Surprisingly, I might add, since your list is so long."

He pursed his lips and hesitated, "I didn't know we were being mean this morning."

Felicity stopped her quest to shove everything into her suitcase to look at him, "I'm sorry, that was mean. We're not having the best morning."

"No, I guess not." He said. "But it's okay. You're worried. I think we both woke up a little on edge."

"Why were you on edge?" Felicity asked.

"You weren't here when I woke up."

She snorted, "Oliver, I was just outside the door."

"I know," he answered, "It's just that usually when I wake up, I touch you before I even open my eyes. It's only been three weeks, but I've grown pretty fond of the routine."

"Well, what about that morning that I made you pancakes?" she asked, pointing a finger at him.

"That was my all-time second favorite way to wake up; but having you next to me is my first."

She smiled, "If you keep talking like that I might end up breaking our agreement."

"Your agreement. I was never on board."

She smirked, "As your efforts have proven. But I still refuse to sleep with a married man."

"I respect you, you know that right? And I would never make you do something that you don't want to do."

Felicity laughed, "You don't even need to confirm that statement. Come on, let's get going. We've got a long drive ahead of us."

He threw their bags over his shoulder and took her hand, "Okay, back to Starling we go."

They were walking into the hospital four hours later. The whole team was gathered around Ray, who looked pale and in bad shape. "What's going on?" Felicity asked, dropping Oliver's hand and circling the bed to stand beside Diggle.

"They said his organs are failing. There's a viable donor in Central City, but they don't know if they can get the organs here fast enough."

"Did you call Barry?" Felicity asked.

Diggle, Thea, Roy, and Laurel all exchanged looks. "No," the all mumbled. Felicity pulled out her phone and was dialing before she was out of the room.

"Hey, Felicity! What's up?"

"I need a really big favor from you and please know that I wouldn't ask you to do something like this unless it was important."

"Okay," Barry said hesitantly, "What is it?"

"Ray's organs are failing. There's a donor in Central City but we don't have much time."

"Even if I could be there in ten minutes, what doctor is going to use organs that were delivered to him by a boy in a red leather suit?"

"The kind that wants to save a life. Don't worry about that, just, figure out how you can get them here, I'll figure out the rest."

"Okay, I'm on it. See you soon."

Barry was about to hang up when he heard Felicity speak again, "Barry," she said, "Thank you. I think we owe you a couple of favors now."

"Helping you guys isn't a chore, Felicity, I'll always be there if you need me."

They hung up and Felicity went back into the room. "He's on his way." She said.

Laurel crossed her arms, "Felicity, I understand how hard this all is, but how is this going to work out? Is Barry just going to run over the organs and we'll put them in ourselves? Doctors have forms and papers that are attached to organ donors." As she spoke, Felicity pulled out her computer and was already typing.

"Thank you, for your kind input Laurel, but according to their database, the organs are ready for delivery. Everything is set, Barry just needs to get to them before they're put on a helicopter."

"If they're ready, why do we need Barry?" Roy asked.

"It'll take them hours to get a helicopter ready." Felicity responded, not bothering to look up at them. "Besides, according to their modified files, the organs have been delivered.

Laurel looked uncomfortable, "Felicity, this all seems really…wrong."

"We need to save him, Laurel. If it were any of us, we'd be doing everything we can, regardless of morals."

Laurel nodded, looking at Ray, "You're right. When will Barry be here?"

Barry entered the room right on cue, carrying a cooler. "I chucked my suit behind a dumpster. Now what?"

Felicity smiled, "It's easy; all we have to do is leave the organs right where they belong. I'll ask the surgeon if they've arrived, and when he checks, voila, we'll have ourselves a transplant. It won't make sense to either hospital…but then again it never really does when I tamper with their records. Anyway, all of the files are updated, so even if they check, everything for Ray's surgery is in order. All they'll have left to do is get him into an operating room."

Barry followed her out of the room, with Oliver on their heels. "Felicity, are you okay? You're moving a mile a minute."

"I'm fine. I'll be fine once he's fine." She gestured back to the room. "Stay with him, call me if anything changes."

The rest of the plan only took about a half an hour to execute, and Felicity sighed in relief as the doctors wheeled Ray off to the O.R. She sat down in a chair in the waiting room and slipped her shoes off. She lifted her legs and tucked them under her. Oliver walked towards her and took the seat beside her. Without a word, she curled her hands around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she finally felt tired.

"You were amazing today. You did all of that on your own."

She smiled, "Barry helped a little."

Oliver laughed, "Sure, but I'm still...very impressed by you, Felicity."

A doctor came into the waiting room and looked at all of them, "The surgery should take four or five hours, and he probably won't wake up until tomorrow. You should all head home and get some rest."

Felicity lifted her head, "Would you call me when he's out of surgery, let me know how it went?"

He smiled, "Sure, Ms. Smoak. Does Mr. Palmer have any relatives that we can reach?"

"No," Oliver answered, "We're his family."

The doctor nodded, "Well, I'll be in touch when he's done."

They all thanked the doctor, and Oliver sat beside Felicity as each of their friends praised her and welcomed them back on their way out. When they were the only two left, he sighed, "Thea's been staying at Roy's, so we can stay at the loft tonight, or your place, whatever you want."

"I'd kind of like to be in my own bed tonight. I didn't realize how much I missed Starling." She laughed.

Oliver nodded, "Do you want some company?"

Felicity rested her lips on his shoulder, "Of course I do." She answered into his jacket. "I'll always want you there when I fall asleep." She lifted her head, "You know, for how strong you are, you're surprisingly comfortable to sleep with. I mean, sometimes your shoulder is a little painful, and you can throw a pretty harsh elbow at me every once in a while, but aside from that…" She smiled at him, "I love spending the night with you." She whispered.

Oliver laughed, remembering the argument they'd had when she'd let that sentence slip out and the cute way she always counts down from three when she needs to gather her thoughts. "Well, I love spending my nights with you, too." He whispered back, brushing her hair from her face.

"Okay, so let's go home." She answered. Oliver kissed her forehead and held her hand as they walked out of the hospital.

A/N: This story takes place after the season 3 finale but it does not reflect any truth of how season 4 will be! I do not own the characters this story depicts, just wanted to give us all some entertainment and Olicity feels to hold us over until season 4 premiers!