Disclaimer - I do not own Arrow.

There was something going on with the boys. She didn't know what, and both of the stoic idiots refused to talk to her about it. Well Digg refused to talk to her about it, Oliver just dodged and avoided her at all costs. She knew the tension had started somewhere right after Digg had dropped her home three nights ago, as everything between the other two thirds of their trio was fine before then. Well, Oliver wasn't fine after all that had happened with his mother but at least he could look the other man in the eye. Which as of now he resolutely refused to do.

She was just plain frustrated. On a normal day it was hard to put up with their emotional mood swings, watch them deal with their guilt and pain that came to any that had seen too much death in their lifetime. She was used to it as they always had each other to lean on. She was always the one that could provide could provide a listening ear to either of them, not that they ever took her up on the offer, preferring to keep it all in and deal with the pain and brood by themselves. But they also had each other when all that kept them out of their own stubborn heads was an extreme sparring match to kill the internal frustrations within.

But now they wouldn't even look at each other. She didn't know what went down in the foundry after Digg had dropped her back home but she was adamant to find out. She couldn't take the uncomfortably intense atmosphere in the foundry anymore, as she felt that it was crushing her from all sides. So she decided to confront and corner them at the same time, in the lair, so that neither one of them could run away until she received an acceptable answer. She may be small but she had just about had enough.

Descending the stairs into the lair she was ready to make the two stubborn men below kiss and make up already. She couldn't imagine what they could have been arguing about but surely after all they had been through together, all the pain and suffering that they had helped each other through, there was nothing that could not be fixed.

So she walked the last steps with the determination and confidence that only a woman that had seen them through their best and their worst could pull off. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

"Okay" her confident voice echoing throughout the room, as if the concrete walls knew that it needed to be amplified to create an impact.

Their heads both swirled around to her direction from different sides of the room. She studied both expressions, hoping that they would give something away. Digg looked resigned, as if he knew this was coming. He shook his head and placed himself near the med bay, leaning against the workbench and crossed his arms in front of him as if in defense to anything she was about to say. Oliver on the other had predictably looked away from her towards the training mats, as if mentally preparing himself. What surprised her the most was the flash of panic that showed on his face for only a second until he managed to school his features.

"I don't know what's happening between you two but you will tell me. I've had just about enough of the stressed conversations and jabs at each other. Let alone the both of you ignoring me, because don't think I haven't noticed you finding any and all excuses to run out of a room as soon as I enter it. So get both of your heads out of your asses and tell me what's gotten in between the two of you. Right now."

The silence that greeted her was expected. She knew that they wouldn't just start pouring their hearts out to her, and she watched them both shift their gazes to anywhere in the room but her. What a way to spend her Saturday night when she could be curled up on her couch watching Doctor Who and eating a bowl full of popcorn that may or may not have a dose worthy of killing a horse of salt and butter on it. No, instead she had to put up with two men that were currently acting like children.

"Don't start talking all at once now." She knew she had to be firm with them but usually one of them would have talked by now. Or at least told her that nothing as wrong. But she didn't graduate top of her class at MIT for no reason, she always had a backup plan.

"I could always look at the footage of the foundry from Wednesday night and just hear whatever you argued about or what happened instead?"

Now that got a reaction. Oliver instantly swirled towards her, his face with one of the most stricken looks she had ever seen on him. So Oliver had done something then. But what could it be? Surely Digg being able to overlook his partner killing on a weekly basis could overlook anything else that Oliver could throw at him? So it was something personal then?

She was pulled out of her musings with Digg's soft "Don't do that". He looked at her with such distress and sadness that it broke her heart to not go over there and comfort him. After all he had done for her after the Glades fell and Oliver left she looked at him as the big brother she never had. But she had to stay strong if she was going to get to the bottom of this. She looked at him as if trying to understand an impossible problem set out before her. She knew he wouldn't purposely withhold information that was this serious from her unless it was to try and protect her from something. But what could he be trying to protect her from that Oliver had done? And now had Digg trying to protect her from the knowledge of said thing?

She looked back at Oliver and studied his guilty and sad expression and it all suddenly clicked. Like a premonition of the inevitable truth. He wouldn't. Would he? Not after the whole Isabel thing? Having her heart ripped out and trodden on by the very heels that walked out of his hotel room that day was enough, but again? She closed her eyes and tilted her head down in an attempt to numb herself from the onslaught of emotions coursing though her.

"Felicity". She had no choice but to open her eyes in the hopes of seeing something in those blue depths that convinced her that it wasn't what she thought happened. But the shame and agony that she saw only confirmed her worst thoughts.

She lifted her hand up to stop any of the feeble excuses that would surely be spilling from his lips at any moment. From the laptop that had had coffee spilt on it to the energy drink in a syringe she knew he wasn't very good with them anyway. She closed her eyes again, took a steading breath and said in barely a choked whisper that she knew both of them would hear anyway. "I'm out".

In fear of her crumbling right there to her knees before both of them, she turned, forcing herself out of the lair, making her protesting feet move one after the other, far away from both of their intense gazes and cries to come back.

Like all my stories, they start off as one shots and NEVER end that way. In regards to Felicity finding out - I don't think Digg would actually break Oliver's trust and tell Felicity what happened no matter how pissed off he was or how much he wanted to tell her. But I think she NEEDS to find out.

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- Love to all - Stace