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He blinked once. Twice. Three times, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Freezing, for starters." She snorted, pushing her way through the door and stepping into his apartment.

"Seriously," He closed the door and locked it, "why are you here?"

"I came to make sure you're okay, Roy." She set her bags down and put her hands on her hips.

"I'm fine, but that doesn't explain the bags." Roy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Oh," She beamed, "I'm staying over."

"You're what?!" He walked over to her. "I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself!"

"I'm here to monitor you in your sleep." She rolled her eyes, bending to rifle through the luggage of clothing she had brought.

"Felicity." Roy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I told you, it's just nightmares."

"I want to make sure." Felicity pulled out her computer along with wires. "And exactly, that's all you've said. That they're nightmares, you didn't say what they're about, so unless you're ready to share, I'm not leaving."

He watched her set up her program and arched a brow at the beads of sweat on her forehead, his mouth almost quirking into a smile.

"What?" She asked, becoming self-concious even though she knew she didn't really have a reason to be around him. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Were you training with Diggle before you came?"

"Yes." She glared at him slightly. "Why?"

"Because you're sweating." Roy chuckled.

"Oh, right." Felicity finished setting up the program and stood in front of him. "Well, I was going to ask if I could use your shower-."

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it as she raised a hand to stop him.

"But," She continued, "I was already knocking on your door by the time I realized I didn't bring anything to change in to other than my clothes for work tomorrow, so obviously, that plan's off the table."

"I have stuff you can wear." Roy offered as he scratched the back of his neck shyly, since just minutes ago he was trying to get her to leave.

"I won't do much sleeping anyways." She stated, shaking her head. "I'll just run home in the morning and shower there."

"Felicity, come on." He walked across the room to his dresser, pulling a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of boxers out. "You can't stay up all night, you need more rest than I do."

"How exactly am I supposed to monitor your sleep if I'm sleeping too?" Felicity argued as she took off her heels and peeled her jacket from her shoulders.

"Just here." Roy handed her the clothes, pushing her to the bathroom and joking, "It would be a lot nicer for me too, since you smelled."

"Shut up!" Her voice was muffled on the other side of the door, making him laugh.

Hearing the shower running, Roy sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows resting on his knees. He stared at the ground and replayed his nightmare that he swore was more of a memory than a dream; what would she think if he told her? What would she tell Oliver and Diggle? And what would happen with Laurel? She'd have him prosecuted in less than a minute.

Sara was an important part of their team and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had killed her. It had felt so real, like he had plunged those arrows into her stomach himself and it made him sick. He was a person who could hold his feelings together well, but he had often found himself waking in a cold sweat with tears running down his face every night since her death.

"Roy?" Felicity's voice caught his attention and he gulped at the sight before him; there she had stood in his oversized t-shirt and boxers that he couldn't even tell she was wearing, since his shirt ended just below her thighs. She had her hair off to one side, wringing it out in a towel; her makeup long gone, but he didn't mind. Felicity had what was called natural beauty and he admired it.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a frown, draping the towel over a nearby chair and rushing towards him. Bending to his eye level, she cupped his face and checked his pupils.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He breathed and moved away from her, the smell of his body wash lingering between them. "Just tired."

"Good." She smiled as reached for the wires and tape she had brought with her, along with her hairbrush. "I'm just going to monitor your brainwaves for now, then we'll go from there, okay?"

Roy nodded and felt his body go rigid as she sat on her knees in front him, occasionally lifting herself up to tape a wire to his forehead. He inhaled sharply with every time she came closer. Trying to distract himself, he asked, "Do Oliver and Diggle know you're here?"

"Nope." Felicity put the last wire in place and reached for her hairbrush, swinging her hair over her shoulder and running it through the thick blonde strands. "If they call, I'll let them know, but for now, they don't."

"Right, well, I'm going to lay down now." He pushed his body up his bed in hopes of getting rid of the tension he felt rising in his body.

"Okay." She put her brush on the nightstand next to his bed along with her laptop and sat on the other side of him, leaning against the headboard.

Roy shifted onto his side and watched her fingers move swiftly across her keyboard. They fell into a comfortable silence and not long after, his eyelids began to grow heavy and the last thing he remembered was seeing her slide down and make herself comfortable under his sheets.

The sun seeping in through his windows had Roy stirring from his sleep. Opening his eyes, he was met with a mess of blonde hair, his shampoo filling his nostrils. He tightened his hold on her waist without even realizing he had wrapped his arms around Felicity in their sleep.

Panic washed over him as she turned to him and slid her arm across his stomach to hug him closer; she woke up and found them like this, she'd kill him. He stayed still and let her head rest on his chest while he tried to keep his breathing calm; if Oliver were to check in on him too, he would definitely be killed.

He glanced over at her computer and squinted at the glare from the sun reflecting off of it, it was then that he realized he had actually slept through the night in weeks. No waking up in the middle of night screaming, no tears, no urge to puke at how real his nightmare was. It was…nice.

Draping an arm over his face, Roy pretended to be asleep as the alarm on Felicity's phone filled his apartment and he felt her move to turn it off.

Felicity sat up and stretched her arms above her head, trying to act normal and trying to convince herself that that wasn't the best nights of sleep she'd gotten in a while. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and reached for her glasses, sighing with relief when her vision became clear. Looking around her, she noticed his arm on the other side of her body and started to blush when her alarm blared again.

Roy almost snickered at the way she jumped off his bed with a panicked squeak after checking her phone. Sitting up and faking a yawn, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Hey."

"Hey." She huffed, grabbing a change of clothes. "I can't look over your brainwaves right now because I'm late for work, so I'll just run it all down at the foundry later."

"Alright." He nodded and untapped the wires from his forehead, shouting after her when she ran for the bathroom, "I'll see you at Verdant later, then!"

Roy stood from his bed and made his way to the other side to put her laptop away and zip up her suitcase, holding it out to her as she ran back into the room.

Smiling, Felicity thanked him and raced out of his apartment with the promise of seeing him later to see what they can do about his sleepless nights.

"What?" Laurel gasped through her tears.

"Roy…" Oliver tried to form words, but he wasn't really sure what to say.

"Laurel, I'm so…I'm so sorry." Roy tried to apologize, moving to put his hand on her arm.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped, slapping his hand away.

After Felicity had gotten back from work, she had informed Roy that there wasn't anything unusual in his brainwave pattern. He had told her the truth; that he didn't have any nightmares last night and he wasn't really sure why. It ultimately led to him telling her all about his nightmare involving Sara. She had been surprised, but not too surprised which only made him suspicious. But the guilt had been eating away at him all day and he had to tell Oliver, Laurel, and Diggle, which proved to be a mistake with the weight of Ted Grant being taken to jail and Laurel being none too happy about it.

Laurel took an angry step in Roy's direction; he knew she couldn't do much damage, but he was going to let her try; he believed he deserved it. She drew her hand back as Oliver and Diggle moved to stop her, but the sound of skin hitting leather material stopped everyone in their tracks.

Felicity held Laurel by her forearm and pushed her hand away roughly. "Roy had no memory of that night, Laurel, it doesn't excuse him, but it doesn't make him completely guilty either."

"Felicity." Roy and Oliver said in unison, with Oliver squaring his jaw at the gentle way Roy said her name.

"No." She faced Oliver. "You've seen what mirakuru does to someone, Oliver, I'm not saying Roy's innocent, but he can't necessarily be held accountable for his actions either. The mirakuru is a mind drug, it messes with the brain and drives people into an uncontrollable fit of rage."

"Oh my god," Laurel seethed, "It's like you're trying to prove him innocent."

Felicity glared at her; she understood Laurel's frustration, but she also wanted to shake some sense into her. She's seen all too often with Oliver that Laurel was letting her emotions control her judgment and Felicity was not about to Roy be on the receiving end of it, not by himself at least. Turning to Roy, she grabbed his arm and led him out of the foundry while ignoring his protests and the glares Oliver and Laurel shot them for two entirely different reasons.

"You didn't have to do that." Roy pulled his arm away gently. "They're right, Felicity."

"They're not right." She turned to him, cupping his face gently. "You are not a murderer, Roy Harper, you're a hero like Oliver, and just like him, you don't have to put all of this weight on your shoulders. Don't let yourself drown in regret and self pity without knowing for sure that anything bad happened."

Roy had only ever felt so much support from one other person, and that person wasn't speaking to him at the moment…or anytime soon. He wrapped his arms tight around Felicity and pulled her close. "Thank you."

"I won't let you give up on yourself." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her head into the crook of his neck. "I won't let Oliver and the rest of team Arrow give up on you either."

Pulling away, he looked into her eyes. "It doesn't explain why the dream feels so real."

"Roy…" Felicity whispered, looking at the ground. "When Slade took over Starling…you…went on a rage…you…"

"What did I do?" He was afraid to ask, but the words were already out of his mouth. "What happened?"

"You killed an officer." She sniffled, tears brimming her eyes as she began to tell him the last thing she ever wanted to say. "You…plunged an arrow into him, the same way Sara died. So when you told me about your dream, I thought…the way Sara was killed, it brought on the suppressed memory of that night you killed that officer."

Roy gasped as he felt his lungs tighten and he had a hard time breathing, letting go of her and stepping away.

"Roy, hey." Felicity wiped his tears away while trying to keep hers from pouring down. "It's going to be okay. It wasn't your fault, you know that."

"How can it not be my fault, Felicity?!" He cried. "How?! I killed someone! I murdered him in cold blood, how can you say it's going to be okay?! How?!"

"Stop it!" She threw her arms around him. "I promise, Roy, we will figure this out. But pushing us away, shutting me out, it won't help you."

Shaking, he wrapped his arms around her waist and let the tears continue to fall, the pain all too much for him; he made a promise with Oliver to save people, and he had let Slade and the mirakuru take control of him. "Laurel and Oliver must hate me. Diggle probably wants to put a bullet through me."

"No." She slid her arms down to his chest and took a deep breath. "It's just going to take time for them to process all of it, but you know and I know that you did not kill Sara. Oliver and Digg will come to see that and Laurel…well…it's going to be a little harder to convince her, but we'll do it."

"Will you stay again tonight?" He asked suddenly, earning him a questioning look. "It's just that…the nightmare never came last night and I think…I think it's because you were there. Even now that I know the truth, I don't want to relive it."

"Okay." Felicity kissed his cheek. "I'll be there. For now, just go home and let me sort out all of this mess. I'll be around later."

Roy let her go and walked away in a daze; he was glad everything was out in the open, but he was also scared of the repercussions that may come with it. And Felicity. What were they? Certainly the word "friends" didn't exactly come to mind when he really thought about it.

If Oliver were to find out, he'd no doubt put anywhere between 5 to 10 arrows through him, Oliver's anger split between Roy having feelings for the woman he loved and the little sister whose heart Roy broke. But Sara was right; Felicity is the light in their dark lives and she's willing to help him through this. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to take it.

That night she showed up with four suitcases full of clothes and he jokingly asked her if she was moving in, to which she rolled her eyes and settle herself into his apartment. She didn't know what would happen between them from that point on, but she knew she wasn't going to abandon him and she wouldn't allow Oliver and Diggle to do so either. Hanging her last dress in his closet, Felicity sighed heavily and wondered how she would be explaining her absence at her apartment to Oliver and Digg when they would go to pick her up.