Okey, how about it you guys, another chapter? I'm writing this, while I'm babysitting my 2 nieces (2.5 and 1 years old so adorable) and I got all these crazy Olicity baby ideas from hanging with them . Don't know if they will come into play in later chapters, or just new stories.. what do you guys think? Hit me up in the comments for your, greatly appreciated comments!

PS: I'm trying a new layout style, and if it works better, I'll change the previous chapters too, so please let me know if it's better!


He was standing in the hallway, outside of her room, talking to her doctor. Well, her doctor was talking, and he was listening. Sort of. He'd stood there 2 times already, hoping to take her home. Getting those hopes crushed by words such as 'white blood cell count', 'lingering infection' and 'distended abdomen'. He really hoped this time would be different. He shifted his focus back on the man standing in front of him.

"… no more signs of infection, so I see no reason to keep her here any longer." Finally, the words Oliver had been waiting for. "I can take her home?" he asked, still a little apprehensive. "Yes, I have the discharge papers with me now, so after she signs them, she can go." At that Oliver did a mental fist pump, much like the ones Felicity does when she cracked something. On the outside however, Oliver remained calm.

Together they entered Felicity's room. She was on the bed, fully dressed and fully packed. She had a hopeful look in her eyes. She'd also had her hopes crushed 2 times before. But now she was actually feeling a lot better. Well, maybe not 'a lot' per se, but at least good enough to leave this place. She was really tired of the smell of disinfectant, and if she had to stare at that stupid white painted wall one more second, she was going to go insane. Or climb out of the window, which for her, would pretty much equal insane.


So, she had packed her stuff, accumulated over the past 2 weeks and got dressed. Figuring that they wouldn't dare tell her she had to stay, when she was clearly ready to go.
"Ms Smoak, ready to go I see. Well, your blood tests came back all clear, so you are free to leave. But, remember that you are not quite fully healed. So I would recommend you stay off your feet as much as possible, keep the wounds dry and certainly no … physical activities … for at least another two weeks." When he said that last bit, his gaze flicked between Felicity and Oliver in a knowing way. This caused Felicity's cheeks to turn a bright crimson, and Oliver to look a little embarrassed. Well, physical activities or no, he could still take Felicity home. And he could certainly wait a little while longer, he'd been waiting for this long.


"Oliver Jonas Queen! You put me down, and put me down right this instance!" She was using her Loud Voice. She got a little scary when she used that voice. Not that he would ever admit that to her.

"Felicity, the doctor said so himself, as little time on your feet as possible."
A nurse had rolled her out to the car in a wheelchair, which she did not like. But it was standard procedure, or so they had told her. Oliver had lifted her gently in the car, and she had liked that. But, when he lifted her out of the car at her apartment, and then refused to let her go and walk herself, she'd gotten mad. She was a fully grown woman, very capable of walking the 4 damn steps up to her own front door, 3 more steps to her elevator and then 20 more steps through the door of her apartment and onto her sofa. But he wouldn't hear of it. So she had used her Loud Voice.

She knew very well that he was scared of it, at least a little. And John to, for that matter. It might be because she really didn't use it that often. And it would always come as a surprise to them.
"I don't care what the doctor said! I've been in that stupid hospital for over two weeks, and I need to walk myself!"

'Felicity.." He said pleading, but he knew she wouldn't listen. No amount of reasoning would help when she was in this kind of state. So, he tried something else. "How about, you walk up to the front door and to the elevator. And then I'll pick you up, and carry you down to your apartment. It's the best compromise I can offer you." She sighed. If she didn't agree with that, he'd just carry her up anyway, her protests an screams be damned.

"Fine! But just so you know, I will be hating it all the way up there!" She was overstating that a bit. Because, injured or not, being carried by Oliver was really nice. And safe. And warm. But, she'd just made such a big deal about not wanting to be carried, she couldn't just fold now.

He gently put her down on her feet. And she took a tentative step forward. She stumbled a bit, but his hands were on her hips, steadying her before she could fall. "I'm fine Oliver, I promise, it's just been a while." She took another step, feeling a little more confident. Oliver offered her his arm, to lean on while taking the 4 small steps up to her front door. Once in the elevator, Oliver scooped her back up. And walked her into her apartment, putting her down on her couch.


Felicity didn't know what to expect at her homecoming. Maybe a welcome home banner? John hiding in the corner, waiting to yell 'Surprise'? But when Oliver flipped the light switch, there was nothing. A big fat load of nothing. Her face fell, and Oliver had noticed. He came rushing over to her. "What's wrong? Why do you look upset? Aren't you glad to be home?"

"Of course I'm glad to be home. The smell of decaying pizza is way better than antiseptic." She'd ordered pizza the night before she got shot. She had kept some leftovers for the next day, but then proceeded to get shot. So they must be disgusting by now. But there was no smell. In fact, her apartment looked cleaner now than when she moved in to it. Her eyes went over every surface. Not a speck of dust, no take out containers on the dining room table. No empty glasses and bowls of popcorn on the side table.

"Oliver, what happened to my apartment?" She asked, suppressing a giggle. She was just imagining Oliver wearing one of those fluffy pink aprons and skipping around her apartment with a duster. "I had it cleaned, so you'd have a place to come home to with a distinct lack of decaying pizza smell." "Oh… Thanks." Well, him in the apron, it was too good to be true anyways.


Oliver moved to sit beside her on the couch, holding a very nicely wrapped box. He'd noticed, when he let the cleaning crew in, there weren't any pictures in Felicity's living room. He'd been curious, so he'd stepped into her bedroom to check there. He had found a few pictures of 'Team Arrow' as she liked to call them. One of him and Dig shaking hands. One of her and him talking. And one of her and Dig standing together with very wide grins on their faces, staring at Oliver. Clearly these pictures were from the security camera's around QC headquarters. They were grainy at best. So he got an idea.

"That for me?" She asked, pointing to the pretty box. Felicity might not like surprises all that much, she did like presents. He handed her the box with that lopsided grin on his face, and she couldn't help but smile back. She opened the present and gasped. Inside were 3 pictures, in beautiful silver frames. One was of Oliver, John and her posing together at the last QC Christmas party. The other one was of her and John hugging after he gave her a birthday present. And the final one, the best one of all, was one of Oliver and her. Dancing at one of the many gala type things they had to go to. He had asked her to dance, to save her from dancing with one of the investors. Who was really really big and smelled of cabbage.

"Oh, Oliver. These are wonderful! Thank you so much." And she threw her arms around her boss/boyfriend (maybe?) and kissed him deeply, to show her gratitude. He smiled while he pulled away. "How about a movie before bed?" He got up and popped in a random DVD, sat back on the couch and tried to tuck her under his arm. He looked down to her face, seeing a frown and a pout. Both ridiculously cute. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing, I just wasn't in the mood for a movie. I had other plans." At that, her cheeks turned red, and she let out a barely audible sigh. He smiled at that, imagining what her plans might be. He figured he would like those plans. Then he remembered the doctors words. No 'physical activities', and he growled. "Later." He said. "We've got all the time in the world."


So, i'm sorry this isn't a very long chapter. My niece really didn't feel like sleeping last night, so it took me a while to get her down. And don't worry, i'm already working on Ch 4 (because it's sunday and i really have nothing else to do :) ) and i'm also working on one of those '5 times' stories.

I hope you guys like it though, so hit me up in the comments with suggestions, request,...