Disclaimer: I almost forgot to mention I don't own Arrow. I can only take credit for the idea.

Chapter 2: If it's The Little Mermaid, Forget It

Felicity jumped, Oliver's gear clashing down onto the cold metal table in the corner of the lair. She winced, afraid of the mood he was in. Tonight's mission hadn't been as easy as they had thought. And though Marco DeSilva wouldn't be hurting anymore people, she knew his death weighed heavily on Starling City's vigilante. Oliver didn't like having to kill anyone. He did so when necessary but it wasn't like his conscience was clean when everything was said and done. She pushed her glasses up and started at him as she stayed planted in her seat. Diggle had gone home at Felicity's request, well aware of the mood Oliver would be in when he returned. She clasped her hands on her lap, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"O – Ollie?"

His back was to her, both hands clutching the sides of the table. His body was rippling with anger and frustration and she knew, if he turned to her, his eyes would be empty and there'd be creases embedded within his forehead. She stood up, smoothing her dress over, before cautiously moving towards him.

"Ollie?"

She placed a hand on his shoulder and felt him tense. She inhaled slowly and turned him to face her.

"Oliver please. Talk to me."

She brought a hand up against his cheek and he instantly relaxed into it.

"He's dead."

She nodded.

"I know. You did what you had to do Ollie. You can't beat yourself up over it. He was a bad man. And now he can't hurt anyone. You did that. You saved people's lives."

She was tugged against him, her arms coming to wrap around his neck as his arms found her waist. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her floral scent. With nights like tonight, he was glad he had Felicity to come back to. She helped him let go of all that he held inside. They stood that way, the silence enveloping them, before she pulled away and met his gaze.

"I think some Disney movies and Chinese takeout will make this all better."

He smirked and let her go, watching as she moved back to her computers, shutting everything down.

"You still watch Disney movies?"

She shoots him a look.

"Hey. Disney movies are the best thing in the world."

His hands went up in surrender and he started to shed of the green leather. Felicity tried not to watch as he moved around shirtless but her eyes trailed after him before he disappeared into the bathroom. Sighing, she picked up her things and waited by the stairs. When he emerged, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and a simple black shirt, he smiled.

"If it's the Little Mermaid we're watching, forget it."

She gaped jokingly at him and he shook his head, moving towards and up the stairs.

"How did you know?!"

He shrugged.

"You seem like the type who'd file the Little Mermaid under 'absolute favorite movies'."

She hit him lightly on the arm as she slid into the car.

"Mind reading. That's just not fair."

He laughed at her pouty face and started the car.

"Fine. The Little Mermaid. But that's where I draw the line."

She shot him a smile and sat up straighter.

"Deal."

The phone was ringing. Consistently. And it was very annoying. Oliver frowned and opened his eyes, the sunlight pouring through the curtained windows. He tried to move but felt weight on his right side. Looking down, he caught sight of Felicity, still asleep, using his chest as a pillow. He looked around, still a bit disoriented, and realizes he fell asleep at her apartment. He saw his phone to his left, reaching for it as it rang out again.

"H – hello?"

Diggle's amused voice answered.

"Sleep well?"

He rolled his eyes, carefully unwrapping himself from Felicity's grasp.

"Very funny Dig. We were watching a movie. We fell asleep. No big deal."

He knew Diggle was rolling his eyes as well and ignored the older man's amusement as it seeped through the phone. As he and Felicity drew closer, Dig continued to tease him and joke that maybe he was falling for their resident IT girl. Oliver scoffed at the idea every time. They were friends. Best friends even. She knew him. All of him. And he found it difficult not having her around. Even his weeks off the grid proved to be a bit of a challenge with her back in Starling City. But there was nothing past it. He had Laurel. He couldn't risk jeopardizing that.

"Oliver? Did you hear me?"

He focused back on Diggle, searching for his shoes.

"Yeah…yeah I heard you Dig."

Ah. Found them.

"You did huh? So you're not at all worried about what you're gonna say to Laurel when you call her back?"

Shit.

Oliver stopped suddenly, almost choking on his saliva.

"La – Laurel?"

Diggle chuckled slightly, once again incredibly amused.

"You didn't hear anything I said did you?"

Oliver stayed frozen next to Felicity's couch, Diggle sighed loudly on the other end.

"You were supposed to meet up with her back at her apartment last night and you never showed. She got worried. Called me more times than I can count. I figured Hood business took longer than necessary. What I didn't figure was staying overnight with Felicity."

Oliver shut his eyes before fixating them onto Felicity's sleeping figure.

"Don't worry. I'll uh…I'll take care of it."

He hung up and ran his hand through his short hair. Moving around the couch, he bent down and kissed Felicity on the forehead. It was a Saturday. She earned a few extra hours of sleep. Jotting down a quick note on a nearby sticky pad and placing it in her line of sight, he grabbed his jacket and headed out, completely unsure of what he wanted to say to his girlfriend.

Laurel

I bit on my pen cap, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of me. Needless to say I had been worried all night and it hasn't subsided, even now during lunch. Oliver hadn't come over the night before and hadn't answered his calls since we parted at lunch. I tried calling Diggle but all he said was work kept him at QC all night. But I had my doubts. And they prodded the back of my mind until my phone rang.

Speak of the devil.

"Hello?"

She smiled slightly, Oliver's voice oozing nervousness.

"Hi. Look I'm sorry for worrying you. I just got held up with work. I uh…feel asleep at the office."

She played with the pen cap, unsure of what to say.

"It's…fine Ollie. I just wished you would've called."

I could hear him shuffling around and I brought the pen back up to my lips. He apologized but why was I still so…worried?

"I really am sorry Laurel. I didn't mean to – "

My blood froze, a new voice echoing across the line.

"I wish you had stayed for breakfast Ollie. It's the least I could've done."

Everything went silence, my heart beating fast.

"Is that – is that Felicity?"

Felicity rubbed her sleep ridden eyes, adjusting herself on her couch as the sun cast rays all over her small apartment. She frowned, finding herself alone, before stopping a sticky note on the Little Mermaid DVD case.

So it wasn't as bad as I thought. But next time I pick the movie. Have a good Saturday. – O

She smiled and fell back against one of the pillows, biting her lip. Next time. There was going to be a next time. They had watched movies before so why was the idea of 'next time' making her heart beat a million times faster than normal?

Oliver made his way through the club, nodding at employees, before making his way to the back and down the stairs to the lair. Diggle was with Carly and he imagined Felicity was still asleep. He grabbed his bow, intent on some practice, before he decided he really should call Laurel. He grabbed his phone, dialing quickly, and tensed when she answered.

"Hello?"

He took a deep breath, bracing himself.

"Hi. Look I'm sorry for worrying you. I just got held up with work. I uh…feel asleep at the office."

She didn't say anything right away, his worry deepening.

"It's…fine Ollie. I just wished you would've called."

He sighed, shuffling around.

"I really am sorry Laurel. I didn't mean to – "

He turned when he heard someone coming down the stairs, too light to be Diggle's.

Shit.

Felicity smiled at him when she reached the bottom step, her usual dresses replaced with some dark skinny jeans and a flowy green top, her hair in a messy bun.

"I wish you had stayed for breakfast Ollie. It's the least I could've done."

His eyes widened.

Double shit.

A/N: I have to send a big THANK YOU to everyone who's read, favorited, followed, and reviewed so far. It really does mean the world. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. A new one will follow shortly after. And yes it's a bit short but don't worry. And you know (or may not know and now you do) that I enjoy having a big climatic chapter that shakes everybody up. I have a few ideas but since you guys are so fantastic, I figured you may think of something way better than I can. So let me know? I'd love to get a few opinions before I start formulating the rest of the chapters. And thanks again. xoxox