A/N: I've wanted to do an Olicity fic for a very long time. But I've also wanted to do a Barry/Felicity fic as well. So, as much as I hate love triangles, I decided to do one myself. Not sure if I'm going to just keep this as a one-shot or add on (or maybe even take it down) but here it is. Keep in mind that I wrote half of this at two in the morning. I'm actually really excited to put this up, and I hope you guys like the idea as much as I did.

More than likely, I will add on.

I would also like to note that Felicity is still on the train when Nyssa leaves, so she doesn't come in with a "What did I miss" like she didn't in the episode. I also don't think I'm going to follow the tv show entirely (if I end up adding on), as I have some plot bunnies running around my mind as well. Anyways, enjoy :) and reviews/follows/favorites are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: Huh, I'm usually used to writing about how I don't own Harry Potter or something marvelous about J.K. Rowling, but now I guess I have to change it up. I don't own Arrow, I don't own D.C., I don't really own anything except for the skin off my back.


Felicity couldn't help touching her lips after he ran off. Literally.

It was sweet and soft, just like him.

Well, not just like him. Barry definitely wasn't soft. Not that she'd really touched him, but from all the running he did there had to be... something there. And by there she meant his chest, and not his below area.

She groaned as her imagination started up. God, she really had to stop fantasizing what were friends looked like naked. Or more than friends. Friends with not much benefit? How would you describe her relationships?

With Oliver, it was different. She had to pretend every time Laurel and Sarah were mentioned that she wasn't jealous. Thinking that made Felicity feel a sharp pain. It wasn't right to think of her late friend like that, but she couldn't help what she felt every time she saw them together. And now she felt awful and guilty because she wouldn't ever have to feel that again.

She was a terrible friend.

Before she could contemplate all the things that made her awful, she felt her phone buzzing and sighed seeing the caller id.

"Hey," he said when she picked up.

"Hi."

There was a pause from his end. "How was your trip?" he finally asked.

"It was good. I mean, it was more than good. I got to be a part of Team Flash, and they were all great. Well, actually there was a mishap because one of the members had decided to build something that could hurt Barry and it caused a slight rift in between them, but I think they sorted it out." Felicity was encouraged to keep talking, as he was still being silent. "They didn't start out like us, Oliver. They were thrown together to work as a team. But we, we came together differently. Like we were made for each really." Felicity shook her head, "Not that we, you and I, were made for each other. That Team Arrow was. Not that I wouldn't want to be with you, you obviously know that I-"

"Felicity." And he was able to shut her up with that one word. "When can we expect you home?"

Home, she thought. Home was where Oliver was, where Diggle was, and where her beloved computers were.

"Soon. I think two hours, tops."

"Good," he said and somehow the conversation got more awkward for Felicity. She rolled her eyes, knowing Oliver was probably fine and not over analyzing everything like she was.

"I guess I should have just asked Barry to carry me home, it would have been a lot faster," she joked, but as usual, Oliver didn't laugh. "Not like bridal style or anything. Because it wouldn't mean anything to me. I don't see him like that," she lied. Felicity mentally smacked herself. She knew there was no reason to lie to Oliver, but she also didn't think the conversation would have started off well had she said, "Oh yeah, by the way, Barry kissed me and the whole time I was with him it was clear that we were perfect for each other. Too perfect really. And, get this: he doesn't have this notion in his head that just because we're involved romantically makes me a huge bullseye for anyone going after him."

Yeah. That wouldn't make Oliver too happy to hear.

Felicity gulped, "Is there anything you needed from me?" she asked. Because, of course, there really wasn't any need of Oliver to call her just to chat. That just wasn't his style.

She heard him take a small breath before saying, "No. Just checking up, making sure you were okay."

"I'm okay," she said fast.

"Okay."

She hesitated, "Are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm okay," he said slowly.

"Okay," Felicity bit her lip, "I'll see you tonight then."

"Actually Felicity, why don't you take the night off."

She narrowed her eyebrows, "Are you sure? It's no problem, I mean, who knows the kind of mess you guys got yourselves into while I was gone."

"I think we managed alright," she was relieved to hear a smile in his voice, "But please. Take a break, get lost in reality tv or whatever you like to watch."

"Nerd alert, but I stay far away from things that aren't sci-fi, supernatural, or about a certain British detective," she said.

"Goodbye Felicity."

"Bye, Oliver."

"Enjoy your night off. You deserve it." And before Felicity could say anything else, he hung up.

Resting her head back and closing her eyes, she couldn't help but think of how Oliver Queen was going to be the death of her.


"Are you going to stop pacing or are you going to tell me what's got you like this."

Oliver stopped, snapping his head to Diggle, "Oh I don't know," he started. "Maybe it's because one of my best friends and ex-girlfriend just died, and now I have her sister, another ex-girlfriend, trying to take her place in the world. Or maybe it's because we haven't caught Sarah's killer and our only lead was Malcolm Merlyn- who I chose to not kill and now I'm going to have to deal with the League of Assassins as my enemy. Or, here's another one, we just flew halfway around the world to go pick up my little sister, who is definitely not the same Thea I grew up with or got to know when I came back from the island."

John Diggle was leaning on a wall in Team Arrow's lair, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Your enemy? Don't you mean our enemy?"

"What?" Oliver asked.

Diggle pushed himself off the wall, slowly walking towards Oliver. "We are a Team-"

"And there's no I in team." Both men looked towards the staircase where they saw a blonde they knew well. "Sorry, I know that sounds incredibly cheesy. But it's true."

"I told you to go home, Felicity," Oliver said.

She shrugged, "I needed to swing by to grab some tools. Something's wrong with my security system so I thought I'd tap into the lock and see what it is." Felicity grabbed a little black box that was under 'her desk'. Standing up, she faced Diggle and Oliver feeling awkward. "Oliver," she thought she'd start with, "Diggle, me, Roy... we all knew what we were signing up for." She was met with silence. "So did Sarah, when she went back to join her old league." Again, silence. But she practically ran towards the staircase before Oliver could blow up at her.

With only the sound of her heels filling up the space, Diggle gave Oliver a "I told you so" look.

"It's different with her," Oliver said a moment later.

"Felicity?"

"You, me, and Roy. Even Sarah. We all know how to defend ourselves and fight. Felicity, besides the basic training she had with you and Sarah, doesn't."

"Then why don't you teach her?" Diggle asked, and Oliver rolled his eyes at him.

"Because I won't be able to control myself," he said.

"Oliver, you're just fine fighting against Roy and I. You've never lost yourself."

Oliver sucked it a sharp breath. "That's not what I meant," he said.

"Oh," Diggle said. "Well then you're going to have to find a way, because I have a family to be with, and Roy is going to be at the club working during the day and night. Unless you have another vigilante hiding behind your leather, it has to be you. I don't want to see Felicity get hurt any more than you do."

"It's not so simple. Laurel came up to me a few days ago, asking for the same thing. I couldn't teach her because I knew Sarah wouldn't have liked it. I would be dragging her into what we do, and then she'd feel compelled to join us," he stopped, taking another deep breath, "I can't watch Laurel get hurt, I can't watch what happened to Sarah happen to her."

"Which is exactly why you need to teach Felicity. She's already a part of the team, if anything, it's a danger to all of us she can't properly defend herself. It's not as if we can stop a fight to tell the bad guys, 'Oh, wait, let me just go help my friend over there. She doesn't really know how to fight.'"

Oliver fiddled with an arrow.

"You know I'm right."

He picked it up, balancing it on his finger.

"Oliver."

He looked up at Diggle. "Fine," he said. "I'll teach her. But it's not going to make whatever we have going on with each other any easier."

"Let me make it easier then. You can't keep her if you're not going to give her what she wants, and what I know you want. You have to let her go, and you can't be selfish." With that, Diggle grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on, making his way out just as Felicity had done minutes earlier.

"I'm getting tired of people thinking they can tell me what to do," he said under his breath, hearing the door close.


Felicity struggled getting to her apartment, trying to manage her purse, keys, and bag of Chinese takeout, all the while trying to talk on the phone.

"Yes, I understand. I just was hoping there was warranting on it, just in case, say, my car runs over it."

"Yes, I understand that a security lock being ran over by a car is a very slim possibility, but I'm a bit paranoid."

"Yes, I understand." She took an exasperated breath, "yes...yep...yeah. Okay, thank you for your time. Have a good night." She hung up, exasperated, or at least attempted, but her phone had fallen off her shoulders and Felicity knew that this was the end for it. However, before she could blink she saw her phone held in front of her, not smashed into a little pieces like she thought would happen.

"Barry!" she said, surprised.

He smiled, "Can I help you with," he made a swirling motion with his hand, "that."

She narrowed her eyebrows, puzzled, before slightly shaking her head, "Oh, yes. If you could take this bag, that would be much appreciated." He did so, still smiling.

"So how did you know I lived here?" she asked, and she started walking towards the elevator that led to her floor.

Barry followed, "Cisco," was all he said.

Doors closing as they made it in, Felicity nodded, "Of course," she said. Then it was just awkward silence.

Doors reopening, they made there way out. "I live at the end of the hall," she said. He didn't say anything until they reached her door.

"Felicity-"

"It doesn't have to mean anything," she said quickly. "The kiss, that is. We both have people we can't have, it's only natural we were drawn to each other. I stand by what I said earlier- we are perfect for each other. I just don't want you to feel like I'm dragging you into something you don't want." She quit her rambling to take a deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened them again when she heard him laughing.

"I'm not here to talk about the kiss. Which was amazing, by the way. Actually, we thought it'd be a good idea to give you this." He reached into his pocket, pulling out an ear piece like the one she used to communicate to Oliver when he was running around the city. "If you're ever looking to join us for a mission, here," he said, and he handed it to her.

"Oh," Felicity said, embarrassed. She grabbed the ear piece, and smiled awkwardly at Barry. "Would you like to come in?" she asked. "Unless, you have to run." Felicity face panted herself, "I promise," she said, "that was not meant to come off as a pun."

Barry laughed again, she liked how he seemed so carefree. "It was cute. Not that you're cute, I mean you are. Actually you're more sexy if anything, especially with that dress from the other night," he stopped. "And I'm rambling."

"I do it all the time. Somehow my voice likes to say inappropriate things at inappropriate times." She shook her head again, "not that this is inappropriate, you know what I mean. Ah, and here I go again."

He smiled, then looked apprehensively towards her door. "Maybe it's best if I don't come in. At least, not this time." He took a step forward, which made her take a step back.

"Right, not this time," she said, watching his lips. She felt his hand (Chinese takeout free) grab her face. Felicity closed her eyes, waiting for Barry to kiss her for the second time that day.

Maybe it was because some higher being up there wanted to have a laugh, but of course he would have awful, terrible timing.

Hearing her door open (and feeling it, since her back was propped up on it) she jumped on Barry, making them both fall. Or about to, but because of Barry's speed he was able to steady themselves, holding her now with both arms.

Felicity thought someone had put her head into fire. In fact, she had rather that had happened, then what actually did.

"Oliver!" she said, shocked. She pushed Barry away from her. Brushing herself, she reached down to pick up everything she'd dropped. "What are you doing here? How'd you get into my apartment?"

"Your lock is broken."

She nodded, licking her lips and looking nervously between Barry and Oliver. "You remember Barry, right? Of course you do, you guys are friends and play for the same team. Not that you're both gay, I know you're so not." She really hated her mouth. "I'm just going to shut up now."

"Barry," Oliver said, nodding his head in acknowledgement. He didn't make any effort in hiding the scowl on his face though.

"Oliver," Barry said, looking anywhere but at him. "Um, I'm gonna go," he said slowly, then reached over as if he were going to hug Felicity, but decided better to not. Instead, he picked up the Chinese food and handed it to her. "It was nice to see you again, so soon, Felicity," he smiled.

"You too, Barry," she said, smiling back.

With another nod to Oliver, Barry was gone in a flash.


"I was going to fix it tonight," Felicity said as she walked into her apartment, setting everything on her kitchen counter. "The lock, that is. Still, you didn't need to break into my apartment."

"I didn't break in," he said.

Felicity rolled her eyes, "Okay," she said slowly. She turned back so she was facing him, and found he was a lot closer than she thought. Trying to pretend that this didn't make her uncomfortable, she twirled a piece of her hair. "Not that I don't appreciate seeing your face, because I love seeing your face," she didn't even bother to clean up the word garbage that came out, "but I just saw you and I thought I had the night off. What did you need?"

"How did you know that I wasn't just here to see you," he joked, except it came off harsh, but she pretended not to notice.

"What did you need, Oliver?" she asked again.

He sighed, "Diggle and I started talking... and we both decided it would probably be best to train you, er, how to fight."

Felicity's eyebrows went up. "But Diggle and Sa-, I mean, I think I'm fine with the basics I know," she said.

"Tell that to Diggle," she heard Oliver mutter. He straightened up and reached for her hand that was playing with her hair, pushing it away. "I'm going to teach you more. I have to. Diggle made a good point that as much as I want to, I'm not always going to be there to protect you." He cupped her chin, "No matter how much I want to."

Felicity pushed his hand away, and stepped back. "You can't do that," she whispered, looking down. Bringing her gaze up, she opened her mouth again, "You can't act as if we're a thing. You pushed me away."

"I know," Oliver said. He watched as her eyes started to water, and he was hit with another feeling of hating himself. She could be happy with anyone, yet he wasn't ready to let go. Especially if that someone else was Barry Allen, who was in the same work he was. Really she was in danger with either one of them, but maybe at least Oliver could do his best to keep her safe if she was with him?

"And you can't treat me as if I'm some damsel in distress," Felicity snapped. "I'm not a doll, and I'm not going to break. I can take care of myself." She turned to walk away, signaling the conversation was done. Before she could understand what was happing, Oliver had grabbed her arm from behind and pushed her into the nearest wall, pinning her wrists with his hands and putting his legs in between hers so she couldn't kick him where it hurts.

"You can take care of yourself? If I had been a junkie from the streets, and you had been out at night by yourself, this would happen and you would end up broken." Oliver pushed himself away from her, leaving a shocked Felicity on the wall.

"Would you please just go," she whispered, sliding down the wall, as her legs were giving up on her. Oh god, she hated this feeling. She didn't want to break down in front of Oliver, but she didn't know how long she could keep it in. "It's been a long week. Just please leave." A tear manage to get out, and started rolling slowly on her face. Oliver took a deep breath, trying with all of his power to not just reach out and wipe away her tear. He wanted to hold her.

He wanted to kiss her.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay." Oliver walked to her door, that was still opened. He stopped, turning around. "Meet me at the lair at six o'clock tomorrow night. Bring workout clothes," he said, then he looked at her door, "And fix this lock."

Then, with a click of the door, he was gone.

Though, Felicity couldn't help but feel like a piece of herself went with him.

Some night off that was.