Thank you guys for the reviews and suggestions for the story! Some people are sort of confused on the time line for this. In the last chapter I stated that it was somewhere towards the end of season 2 and in season 3. But then I wrote stuff about Damien Darhk and Oliver still owning QC. So I'm going to make it that this is based in a happy place where Oliver still has QC, everything with Slade happened, and Damien Darhk is just another villain. I hope this helps you guys understand the time line a little better. Oh and I'm going to be extending this story to possibly a three-shot or four-shot because I kind of like where it's going.
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"Oliver! I swear I'm feeling much better. You can go now." Oliver has been at Felicity's house for over four hours now. He made her soup, made her tea to sooth her throat, and rubbed her back whenever she got nauseous. It was nice of him to be there for her, but she doesn't want to read too much into his nice gestures. Ever since his "confession of love" things were still sort of off between the two.
Whenever Felicity is looking up leads, Oliver would always find himself standing next to her. He would always find a way to touch her arm or her shoulder. When he's done patrolling for the night, he would make sure Felicity left the lair at the same time as him. He doesn't like it when she looks tired in the morning, she doesn't smile as much.
He walked back into her bedroom to see her sitting up and with her arms crossed. A small smile grew on his lips as he placed her new cup of tea down on the night table.
"Really now. So how's about you get out of bed and make yourself soup." Oliver smirked thinking she wouldn't dare to get out of bed in her condition, but he was wrong. Felicity gave him a dirty look and threw the covers off her body; his smile fell.
"Fine! I will!" She slowly moved her legs out of the bed and pushed with all she could to stand up and she was up…and then swaying. Before she knew it, she was almost to the ground when a strong pair of arms grabbed her fragile body.
"Felicity! Why would you do that? Please don't do that again." He mumbled into her hair. The side of her head was pressed against his chest and her legs were draped over his arms. He was holding her like she was his bride. The only other time he held her like this was after the car accident during Slade's take over. She doesn't remember much from that accident. But she can recall being lifted from the torn van by Oliver and then waking up in his arms right as they got to the clock tower.
"I wanted to prove that I'm okay so you can leave" she looked up at his face and saw sadness in his blue eyes.
"Do you really want me to go?" he spoke quietly, it was getting hard for him to keep this minimal amount of space between their faces.
"Well, it was nice of you to take care of me for the last few hours, not like I haven't thought of something like this before. Actually more like fantasized really. But I'm a grown up and I can take care of myself."
"Fantasized?" He smiled at her ramble.
Her eyes grew wide, "Oh frack, I thought I was getting better with thinking things through and then saying them. Then again, with you this close to me my mind kind of gets all frazzled" she squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. She felt her head vibrate from his soft laugh.
She let out a long breath, "I'm going to stop talking now."
Oliver pressed a soft kiss to her temple, "Do you want to stay in bed or do you want to go to the living room?"
He saw the wheels turn in her head before she said, "The living room. I'm sick of my bed." He carried her to the tan couch in the living room and gently placed her down.
"I could've walked you know."
"You could barley stand before, what makes you think you could walk?"
"I was fine." She knew she was wrong, but she didn't want him to think she was weak and vulnerable.
"No you weren't, you almost hit the ground Felicity!" He didn't understand why she didn't want his help. Sure she can be just as stubborn as him, but she was fighting him on everything today. Then he thought for a moment, did it have to do with her dream? He knows how it feels after having a bad nightmare; he's gotten them almost every night since he's been home from the island.
"I was fine! I don't understand why you care anyways!" This was the third time today Felicity has regretted the words that came out of her mouth.
Oliver just stood there in shock and then he got mad, really mad.
"Why do I care?!"
I'm sorry, don't hate me. When I wrote the last line I was like, hmm…this would make a great cliffhanger, am I right? Well, you might not think that now, but you'll thank me later, I hope. Leave a review and let me know what you think!
~MadameDegrassi354
