AN: So, here it is... Chapter 3!


Felicity was happy to be going home. She'd spent three whole days in the hospital—four if you counted the day that she'd spent unconscious there. Now she looked out the car window as the city passed by, excitedly thinking about the Sunday she would mostly spend at home snuggled up on her couch.

She would have spent Saturday at home too, but Oliver had insisted she stay an extra day in the hospital. He had good intentions, so Felicity let it slide and did as he asked. There had been a slight change in him since she'd woken up, but he was careful to conceal it. She'd noticed, but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it, so she said nothing.

The car ride was silent but she didn't mind. It gave her time to think as well as an excuse to keep her eyes fixed on the city and the darkened sky that covered it. Oliver had been with her the majority of the time that she'd spent in the hospital. He'd taken days off work to sit with her in her hospital room watching movies or TV shows she loved. She appreciated it, she really did, but there was only so much exposure to his ice-blue eyes that she could take at a time. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn't melted or swooned.

'Bad Felicity,' she chided as her thoughts drifted from his perfect eyes, to his lips, and—well everything. She really had to get over this crush on her billionaire/hero boss.

Luckily for her, she could look forward to a good night's sleep tonight in her own bed and then an Oliver-free Sunday before she had to see him again at work. That was enough time to get her thoughts straight.

The car parked in front of her apartment building and she stepped out into the cold night air, careful to smooth out the wrinkles in the light-blue sundress Oliver had bought for her to wear home. She also readjusted her new glasses as Oliver came to stand beside her, and she smiled reassuringly up at him before heading into the building. She could feel Oliver walking closely beside her and she heard Diggle's footsteps behind them.

The confused and slightly apprehensive expression on the doorman's face let her know that this was a little excessive. It should have simply looked like Felicity coming home and bringing two friends over. Instead, she knew that it looked more like Felicity coming home escorted by two very imposing bodyguards. She dismissed the doorman's expression and simply greeted him with her usual smile as she walked towards the elevators.

It was only when they stood in front of her door that she remembered a very important detail. "Uhh…I don't have a key….," she said, turning to face them with a sheepish smile.

Both men looked very amused and were obviously trying not to laugh. Oliver gently pulled her aside so that she was no longer blocking the door and she watched, speechless, as he took out a key from his pocket and inserted it in the lock.

Pushing the door open, Oliver instantly reached out to the light switch, found right beside the door, as if he'd been doing it for years. She followed Oliver inside and heard Diggle shut the door as she took off her flats and set them neatly beside the door.

"Nice place Felicity," Diggle said, looking around her medium-sized apartment.

She smiled at him and turned to take in the familiar surroundings. Everything was just as she'd left it; the coffee table to the far left in front of her couch was still stacked with various science magazines as well as some comic books, there were still stacks of dvd's in front of her television that she'd been meaning to put back on the shelf, the book shelf beside the television was still a haphazard mess, and her kitchen was still sparkly clean.

She walked over to the far end of the room and pulled back the curtains, revealing an arched window that looked out onto part of the city. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Diggle and Oliver moving about, as if taking a small tour of her apartment, but she knew that they were really making sure that nothing was out of place.

She watched, slightly amused, as Oliver put his hand on the doorknob of her room and Diggle swatted his hand away with a condemning look. Oliver was completely unfazed, but turned to her, silently asking for permission. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and nodded. She didn't follow them into her room, letting them finish their little inspection on their own while she moved to her kitchen and heated some water in the kettle.

They came out of her room just as she turned on the stove. "Felicity?!" She heard Oliver's panicked voice call from her living room.

She realized that the refrigerator was blocking her view of him and vice versa. Rolling her eyes, she called: "In here!"

In seconds he was in the kitchen and she raised an eyebrow at him before turning her back and reaching up to grab one of the mugs on the shelf. Setting it down, she opened one of the drawers and took out a package of powdered hot chocolate—the ones with the little marshmallows.

Turning back to him, she found that he hadn't moved a muscle, but he looked relaxed. She also noticed Diggle standing behind Oliver with a huge grin on his face. He was apparently very amused by Oliver's overreaction. Before she could say anything he spoke: "Well Felicity, I'm glad your home safe. I have a date with Layla tonight—in an hour in fact, so I have to get going, but I'll come by to visit one of these days."

"Okidoki Diggs," she said passing Oliver to hug Diggle. "Thanks for everything, really. Have fun on your date tonight," as she said the last part she pulled out of the hug and wriggled her eyebrows.

Diggle let out a throaty laugh before giving her shoulder a light squeeze and heading for the door.

"Say 'hi' to Layla for me!"

"Will do!" he called from the hallway.

She turned to Oliver. "Thank you for everything Oliver," she smiled at him.

He gave her a soft smile. "Actually, I thought we'd watch Tangled. We never got to it in the hospital."

She knew what he was doing; he wanted to stay longer to make sure she was all right. Part of her found his concern sweet, but another part wanted to roll her eyes and tell him that she was going to be fine and that he should go home. Besides, she didn't think she'd really make it through the movie without falling asleep. The look on his face told her that he was going to be stubborn, so she deflected the subject entirely: "Didn't your ride just walk out through my door?"

He shrugged. "I left one of my cars here earlier. It's parked outside."

'Of course you did.' Her eyes narrowed at him briefly, before she walked past him and turned off her stove. She took another mug from the shelf and another pack of hot chocolate from the drawer. She could feel his eyes on her as she made two steaming cups of hot chocolate.

"I can't promise I'll stay awake, but make yourself comfortable on the couch. I'm going to change quickly."

He smiled at her as she passed him and headed for her room. Just before she closed the door, she saw him set the two cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table before letting himself fall heavily on the couch.

She opened her closet and picked out her grey Minnie Mouse T-shirt and grey sweatpants. She considered going into her bathroom to change, but didn't really want to look at her reflection. She was sure she looked an absolute mess, so she threw her clothes on the bed and reached behind her to get a hold on the zipper of her dress.

She winced; the action of reaching for the zipper was proving to be difficult and painful. The nurse had helped her zip up the dress earlier and now, the action of attempting to reach the zipper was pulling painfully at the wound in her side. She dropped her arm to her side, took a deep breath and tried again, letting out a little cry of pain. Sighing, she looked at the door apprehensively; she was going to have to ask Oliver for help.

Letting out a frustrated groan she tried again to no avail. 'This is not something you should be asking your boss to do,' she told herself. 'What would you do if Oliver wasn't here?' Truth be told, she would have slept in the dress and figured out some sort of solution in the morning if Oliver wasn't sitting in her living room. After a few more minutes passed, she sighed and accepted the fact that Oliver was in the living room and that he would only ask her why she hadn't changed if she simply went back in there and started to watch the movie.

With one last groan of frustration, she opened the door and walked slowly to Oliver who sat on her couch now reading one of her science magazines. She knew that he had sensed her presence, but he only looked up at her when she stood in front of him. Taking in the sight of her, still wearing the dress, his expression became confused. Sighing and hanging her head she said: "I can't get the zipper…my side hurts when I reach for it. Could you…." She left it hanging.

He nodded and stood. She turned around, acutely aware of how close he stood behind her. He placed a hand on her waist (the side that wasn't wounded), in order to steady her. She could feel the heat of his palm through the material of her dress and she bit her lip to keep from gasping at the bolt of electricity that shot through her. She felt him remove his hand and then place it against her back to hold the fabric in place. His other hand took hold of the zipper and his knuckles trailed down her back as he pulled the zipper down slowly.

'Is he taking his time?' She asked herself as a small shiver ran down her spine. She froze. He froze. Her heart pounded in her ears and it took every inch of self-control that she possessed to stand still not to bolt into her room. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only about a minute and a half, he pulled her zipper down the rest of the way. It took him a few seconds longer than it should have to remove his hands, but when he did she managed to choke out a: "Thank you," before walking away without looking back.

'Don't run. Walk. Don't run. Walk. Don't run. Walk,' she repeated the words again and again, miraculously managing to refrain from running to her room. Once the door was closed however she let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding.

'What was that?' She couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Taking various deep breaths, she felt her heartbeat return to normal. She slipped off the dress and out on the clothes she had thrown on her bed. Redoing her ponytail, she opened the door and walked into the living room once more. She wasn't really sure she could face him again, but there was nothing else that she could do. She found him sitting in the same position she had found him in only moments before, his eyes scanning over one of the articles on retina scanners.

She found the Tangled dvd on the top of the pile of dvd's in front of her TV. She popped it into her dvd player and turned the tv on. She felt Oliver's eyes on her as she moved to the couch and sat down and she turned to look at him.

"So…why is this one of your favorite Disney movies?"

She grinned, relief flooding over her as he completely disregarded the earlier incident. "It's funny and cute and just…great."

"Does it have singing?" He asked closing one eye to let her know that he didn't really like musicals all that much.

She laughed. "It's not The Sound of Music, but yes, it has singing."

He shook his head lightly, "Right then."

She took her hot chocolate and sipped it slowly as the movie began. He watched without comment as the first musical number ended. When Gothel began to sing however, he turned to her, eyebrows raised. "Craziest. Mother. Ever."

She threw her head back, absolutely shaking with laughter. She watched amused, as the movie progressed, enjoying Oliver's commentary. When Maximus began tracking Flynn like a dog Oliver actually face-palmed, and Felicity broke out into another fit of laughter.

She found that Oliver's funny commentary kept her awake during a large part of the movie, but as she watched Flynn and Rapunzel enter the kingdom, her eyelids grew heavy and by the time the floating lanterns rose, she'd rested her head on Oliver's shoulder and drifted off to sleep.


AN: So...? How was it? Should I continue?

I honestly don't know why I chose Tangled as the movie that they ended up watching but there's just something beyond hilarious about Oliver watching musicals...especially Disney musicals. :P