*Author Note* Hello thank you for reading my story. This is the first story i have ever posted, I'm more a reader than a writer but this story has been playing over and over in my head so I thought I would give writing a try. I have no Beta so let me know if you see any mistakes, I just ask that you go easy on me... please.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

They don't talk about that night. She types at her computer as he trains. She always keeps a careful eye on him because he is always overly hard on his body. She assumes it's because he is trying to punish himself. He wasn't the one to save Laurel and he couldn't save Tommy. Oliver hasn't spoken much at all, she thought once she heard him say "I wish I never left the island" but she wasn't very sure if that's what she heard and she would never let him know that she heard it if it was something he actually said.

When the training stops and the room goes quiet she doesn't look up because she knows he's going to be sitting on the floor in the darker point of the room staring off into space. She has started to bring a few change of clothes with her and after she is done with the things he asks her to look over she will put on her workout clothes and sit on the floor with him. They never speak, they just sit in silence sometimes for the whole night which is why she brings a change of clothes for. At first he would try anything and everything to make her leave. He had yelled at her and screamed at her, insulted her and once even pushed her but she never budges. "I'm just as stubborn as you are" was her reasoning for never leaving him and that's when he stopped fighting her.

One night about two months after the undertaking, she found Oliver on his floor and something in her snapped, "Alright Oliver get up and come with me!" He just looked at her and then went back to spacing off. When he showed no sign of moving she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him across the floor, "I said get up and come with me!"

She got about half way across the room when he started fighting her, "Let go of me Felicity. I don't want to go anywhere!"

She lets go of his arm and kneels down next him, "Oliver, I have been staying with you every night for the last two months and not the way my fantasies have always painted it- I'm not saying that I have fantasies about you and I'm not saying that you're not worth fantasying about, because have you seen you? You are totally fantasy worthy. I'm going to stop talking now." She can just feel the blush on her cheeks and she had to look away from Oliver. When she finally had the courage to look at him she saw just a ghost of a smile on his face.

She just held his eye contact, afraid that if she looks away he might shut completely down again. "I can't go home Felicity, I have memories of Tommy there and my mother and she helped in the destruction that killed him. I just don't want to be home and I don't want to see Laurel because all I can think about is how I failed the city, Tommy and her... So tell me Felicity, where am I supposed to go."

In the spirit of honesty she really hadn't thought that far ahead, and she wanted to move him out of selfishness because she couldn't take the heart ache of seeing him mentally check out again. He is probably one of the strongest people she knows, who judging by his scars that he has overcome so much and she just had to help him. She couldn't explain it, she just had to.

"Oliver, I asked you once if I could trust you even after all the lies and you said I could. I need you to trust me now ok. Can you please do that for me?" She continued to kneel next to him until he stood up on his own and she followed his action. She had to place her hands in her pockets to stop from grabbing his hand so she just used her head to nod toward the door. He quietly followed her out of the club and a block away where she parks her car then he slide into the passenger seat and she sat behind the wheel.

The drive was quiet. She intentionally left her music off and just listened to Oliver's breathing. When she reached her destination she parked her car and turned it off. She looked over at him and watched him look around and take in his surroundings, when he looked at her she saw the question of "Where have you brought me?"

She just gave him a simple half smile and said, "Come on." They got out of her little car and he followed her up three flights of stairs until they were both standing outside a purple door that she slipped a key into and opened it. She walked in first and held the door and waited for him to enter.

She loves her apartment because it is such a reflection of her. There are computer parts laying everywhere except for her bookcase that is over filled with novels that range from Charles Dickens to Harry Potter to Game of Thrones to Fifty Shades. Then placed right next to her bookcase is a huge shelving unit completely stocked with movies. Both shelves she is very proud of.

She looks down at her feet trying to hide the blush she knows is on her face. This is the first time that he has ever been to her place and she isn't sure how he is going to react. She finally works up the courage to look at him and he is looking at her movie collection. She takes that minute to head to her bedroom to get some clothes for Oliver to change into.

"My ex left these here when we broke up, they should fit you. The bathroom is over here for you change," she said sheepishly to him.

He hasn't spoken since they left the Foundry, but she doesn't push him to... It's a small victory to get him to leave in the first place, it's best not to push her own luck. When he heads to the bathroom to change she goes and gets an extra pillow and blanket for him to use and lays them on the couch. She doesn't really expect him to sleep, it seems he never does. She would fall asleep before him in the Foundry and when she woke up he was already into his workout routine. Then she would get up to get ready for work and before she left Diggle would arrive and take her place as Oliver's company... It was her and Diggle's unspoken agreement.

She pulls herself from her thoughts and turns around and runs right into Oliver's hard body. She has to collect herself before she speaks again afraid that her own voice will give away the half second flash behind her eyes of their bodies intertwined. "I left a blanket and pillow for you. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen, a book, a movie, you know whatever. My bedroom is at the end of the hall, just come on in... That is, just come in my bedroom not my bed, not that I would object to that either-" after realizing what she just said she stops and looks up at him, but his face gives nothing away. "Um, so uh good night." She turns and does everything she can not to run into her room.

She doesn't know how long she was asleep before she first heard it. It was a strangled cry and she jumped from her bed and ran to the living room to see Oliver jerking in his sleep saying the word failure over and over. She knew what she was about to do was a terrible idea, but she couldn't left him continue this. She reached out for him touching his upper arm and softly saying his name. His eyes shot open and his hands found her throat. She didn't panic, not even when she felt extra pressure, she just waited for him to collect himself. He looked her in the eyes and then saw what he was doing and let her go.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Felicity I can't believe I did that, I am so sorry." He said this over and over again as he sat up and rested his hands on his knees and put his face in his hands.

"Oliver, it's fine accidents happen. I'm the one who is sorry I shouldn't have touched you. Don't worry about it. No harm done." She sat next to him, sitting closer to him than she probably should have, but she was just trying to show him that she has no fear pointed toward him.

He takes a deep breath and looks at her, "Why have you been here for me? I'm a killer and you aren't scared of me... Why?"

She actually has to take a moment to reply to his question, she has to make sure she words this just right so that more questions that she doesn't want asked come to his mind. "Oliver, people are supposed to be surrounded by other people and they need to interact. You spent five years in hell, well at least I can assume it was hell judging by your scars, but you need to know you're not alone. It's the only way that makes it easier to move forward. I feel like being here for you is something I have to do. There is nothing worse than feeling completely alone."

He offers her a small smile and a silent thank you. He doesn't say it, but again she sees it in his eyes. She then leans down to the coffee table and grabs the remote. She silently turns on the television and turns it to a black and white movie and settles herself into the couch. She doesn't know when she fell asleep, all she knows is when she woke up he was gone.