Hi,
I know it hasn't been long since the first chapter, but the first two/three chapters don't have a lot of plot, so I thought we should get them done as fast as possible. )

Olicity will start next chapter, so be excited! :D I know I am ;)
Btw, I appreciate your reviews, I was really happy to read them!
Have fun! :D
Kyra

"Oh Thea, come on! I was late, so what? It's not that busy tonight anyways," Roy exclaimed while running after his girlfriend, who was on the way to the Verdant's office.

"Late? Four hours you call late? What the hell were you doing? Were you out, beating up random people again?", she screamed angrily.

Roy gritted his teeth, thinking about the man he had put in the hospital. He was trying to control his anger. Just like Oliver tried teaching him. It was hard. It's not like he didn't see why he had to control his strength. He knew. He knew he was dangerous. To himself and to the people around him.
To Thea.

Roy fell back a few steps, trying to get a bit of distance between himself and his girlfriend. He didn't want to risk grabbing and hurting her.

"No," he lied, "I just forgot about the time. It won't happen again!"

Thea didn't look up to him. "So what were you doing?", she asked quietly.

Roy swallowed. It was so hard keeping things from Thea.

"Nothing really, I was just hanging with a ... a few friends," he answered after a moment. He wasn't lying. Oliver, Diggle and Felicity had become friends in a way.

Thea raised an eyebrow, "A few friends? What kind of friends?"

Roy didn't know what to say, he started stuttering, trying to find an answer.

"Huh? Not even a real answer? What is wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird? You have changed so much in the past few weeks! You're always gone and never tell me anything. Are you taking drugs? Or... or are you seeing some... seeing someone else?", her voice was breaking at the end. The thought of loosing Roy hurt. Her eyes were watery as she looked back up at her boyfriend who was looking shocked.

"What? No! I'm not taking drugs, and I am not cheating on you, Thea, I love you," he said, taking a few steps forward, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder, slowly pulling her into a hug.

"I was out with your brother and his driver," he whispered silently into her hair. Roy really hoped Oliver had a better excuse than him.
"My brother?"
"Yeah, we kind of had... something to discuss. You can ask him."

He felt Thea nodd, "Oh, you bet I will." She really was a curious girl. And she did not like being lied to.

"We should get back downstairs."

With that they both got back to the bar.

Roy had escaped the crisis. This time.

He was handing out a few drinks when he got the text message:

Digg's awake - F

He sighed in relief and continued working.

Felicity was sitting next to Diggle, handing him a glass of water.

"Felicity, I'm fine, you can stop pacing," the muscular man slightly laughed. His head hurt, but other than that he was fine.

The blonde next to him was as caring as always, blabbering about everything and nothing.

"Ah, Oliver texted back, he says you should rest well," Felicity smiled, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

The young woman took her purse and went back to Diggle, who was slowly standing up.

Felicity tried to steady him, which was ridiculous, she would never be able to hold him if he really needed to be steadied. But he still didn't say anything, like Oliver, John knew that Felicity often felt useless.

He let her help him to her Mini and he got in. Letting his mind drift. He was tired. Too tired to think.

Felicity was driving through the empty streets of Starling City to Diggle's place, where she made sure he'd be fine.

She left fast. She was tired, too. Even if she wasn't fighting. Even if she only sat and worried. Working two jobs was exhausting.

It didn't take long for her to get home.

Her apartment was small, comfy and dusty. She spent far too little time here. She had to clean. She had to wash her clothes. And she didn't even remember the last time she had cooked something.

That reminded her, she was hungry.

But Felicity was far too tired to look for food, so the woman put on her pajamas, brushed her teeth and went to bed.

She was having nightmares. Again.

It's been like this for a while now. Every night. The earthquake. The guns. The dollmaker. The Count. Seeing Oliver and Diggle hurt.

Working for the hood was hard. Not only physically, but even more psychologically.

She could only imagine how Oliver, John and Roy must be suffering. She had only been in danger a couple of times. The three of them were out there every night.

Tears were streaming down her sleeping face.

She would have to go see a psychologist if this continued.

But what would she tell him?

Maybe she could talk to Diggle. At least a little.

She woke up the next morning almost as exhausted as she went to sleep.

This was going to be another hard day.