I've been really into these '5 times' stories. Don't really know why, but I just am. And I figured, why don't I try one myself? I got this idea when I was writing the 3rd chapter on the 'Not that bad at all" story, when Oliver carries Felicity up to her apartment.

Not really established Olicity yet in all the parts, not linked to the other story. Just little stories of why Oliver would be carrying Felicity. And maybe I'll add one about why Felicity would have to 'carry' him.

Comments appreciated below!

1. Because drooling on one's keyboard is worse than spilling lattes.

It was Saturday 9 pm and Felicity was exhausted. She'd been in the lair since Thursday evening, after a really busy day at QC. Oliver had been so 'kind' to give her Friday off, so she could spend it locked in a basement. Like she was his personal computer-monkey.

"My what?" She jumped at the sound of his voice coming from behind her. Oh no.. She hadn't said that last part out loud, did she? By the sound of the muffled laughs John was making, she did. Damn. She looked up at Oliver, who was looking at her with that strange mix of annoyance and amusement on his face.

"Computer-monkey. You know locked in a cage, with shackles on their ankles. Work monkey work. And I'm going to shut up now." She did a mental facepalm, turned around and continued typing. She could feel his eyes on the back of her head. Just ignore him, just ignore him, just ignore him. After what felt like forever, she heard him sigh and turn around.

12 minutes after that, she got the results she was hoping for. The guy he was looking for was dealing arms and drugs from an abandoned warehouse a few blocks from Verdant. Before she was even finished talking, he'd hooded up and made his way out.

The mission went well, and before she knew it, all dealers were tied and questioned by the Hood. She figured they didn't need her for that so she switched off her comms and focused on the various searches she had running.

When Oliver and Diggle returned to the foundry, it was really quiet. They heard no tapping on keyboards, no dinging of searches, no nothing. He was starting to get a little nervous and prepared himself to yell her name, when he saw her.

She had her arms folded underneath her head, on top of her keyboard. He got a little closer. She really looked adorable when sleeping. Her glasses were askew and she was snoring softly. And, what was that? Was she… oh, she was, definitely drooling. He chuckled at that. That was, in his opinion, worse than spilled lattes. He took out his phone, this being too good a chance to give up, and took a picture. Then he put his arms under her knees and on her back, and picked her up. He carried her over to the cot that was placed in the corner of the basement and pulled up a blanked.

When she woke up, it took her some time to get her bearings. Oh, right basement. But she wasn't at her desk, but on the cot. She looked over at her desk where the light was burning dimly. She walked over to it and put on her glasses. Wanting to see what time it was, she flicked a key on the keyboard to check the time. 7 am, early enough to go home and crawl into bed again.

Then she noticed a piece of neatly folded paper, with her name written on it in perfect penmanship. Oliver. She unfolded the paper, and froze. She was going to KILL him! Furiously she grabbed her purse and stomped out of the foundry, all the while grumbling curses under her breath. Oh, he was going to pay for this. She didn't yet know how, but he would!

When Diggle arrived at the foundry at 9 am, he found it to still be empty. Good, he liked it when he had the place to himself. Training was much easier without Felicity staring and Oliver criticizing him. He saw a piece of paper lying on the floor by Felicity's desk. He picked it up and burst out in laughs. Oh man. This was going to get good.

Felicity, it read.
I figured I'd save you the trip to the store for a new keyboard, since I'm pretty sure if it doesn't like lattes, it won't like drool either.
See you later!

- Oliver

Under it was the picture he'd taken before moving her.