It's been two days since she last heard from either John or Oliver. She doesn't mean to worry, really. In fact, she's almost positive that everything is going perfectly as it should be, but that little part of her that's immune to her positive thinking is reminding her constantly that everything could be terribly, terribly awry.
And she really hates that little part of her.
They'd tracked down Lawton once again and Oliver decided no hesitation this time. The assassin was currently tracking down a target in Coast City so it was time for the Vigilante to take his little hunt on the road. John was going but, of course, Felicity wasn't invited. Not that she was insulted or bothered by this – she did have a real job she had been slacking at quite a bit lately to go to – but it didn't keep her from wishing she could be on their comms or tracking their location.
Two days was a long time to be non-stop worrying, though. And, after trying unsuccessfully to distract herself with the book she'd been reading for a little over a month due to lack of leisure time, she went looking for any news of Floyd Lawton. After hacking into the Coast City police reports and finding one containing the name and using the word "arrows", her heart rate noticeably slowed. Felicity decided to read the rest of the report and, after noting that there was one casualty – a girl named Miranda Samuels –, shuts down her laptop to try and return to her book.
Until she hears the window in her bedroom open.
She stills for a moment, looking around her desk for something heavy or sharp. Picking up a heavy text book that was now used more for a coaster than for anything else, she stands and tries to remember everything John taught her. What was she supposed to do with her weight? How far apart should her feet be? For the love of God, why could she never remember to lock her window?!
The intruder rounds the corner and she's completely ready to simply throw the text book at them and dart for the front door valuables be damned, when she recognizes the green hood and groans out of frustration, her arms dropping and the text book hitting her against the front of her legs. She flinches and tosses the book onto the couch.
"Oliver," she tries for reprimanding, "what the hell are you doing here? You scared me half to death." He lifts his head and she catches sight of his green smeared eyes from underneath.
"Sorry," he mumbles and she's immediately scared. Why is he here? Why is he in full hood gear? And where is John? She reaches him in three steps and is staring up at him apprehensively.
"John?" She asks and he shakes his head vigorously and she regrets having jumped there in the first place.
"He went to meet Carly." Felicity nods and tries to think of what else it could be. Lawton was dead, she knew as much from the CCPD report. She leads him towards the couch and he leans against the back of it as she pushes the hood back. Her hand falls on his upper arm and she waits to see if he'll talk. His eyes are everywhere but her face and he doesn't.
"So, then, what's wrong?" She pushes gently. He finally meets her eyes and takes a breath.
"Lawton's dead." She nods. "But there was a girl.."
"Miranda Samuels," she supplies and his eyes drift downwards again. Felicity considers that Oliver probably didn't know the girls name, that knowing makes it a little worse. Her brain tries to backtrack but before it gets to her mouth he's pushing on.
"She got in the way and the bullet barely got her – it was just her arm – but the poison.. I noticed her too late," his head falls and he stares at the zipper on his jacket. "She couldn't have been older than Thea." Felicity swallows and her hand travels down his arm, grasping his hand and twining their fingers.
"What you did tonight saved a lot of lives in the future," she tries but Oliver's eyes meet hers and flash darkly.
"Does that make up for the life I didn't?" He snaps and she's silent for a moment.
"No. But it counts for something." She tugs on his hand and pulls him toward the bathroom. "Come on." He silently complies and follows behind her. She drops his hand to open the medicine cabinet over the sink and pulls out a makeup removing wipe. She turns him so he's leaning against the sink and begins to gently wipe the green from around his eyes.
It's silent for a while as she works and finds herself surprised at the amount of grease around his eyes and the effort it's taking to remove it. She scrubs a bit harder and pulls the wipe away to fold it and use a spot that isn't covered in the gunk. When she moves her hand back towards his face, she feels his close around her wrist. She meets his eyes for a second before his lips are on hers.
Her eyes shut as his free hand cradles her head. It's slow and gentle and over far too soon for Felicity's taste but she doesn't go back for more when he moves away. She returns her attention to removing the green from around his eyes.
She finishes and stands back to assess her work, tossing the wipe in the trash can next to the sink. She catches him watching her and gives him a small smile.
"You can stay the night," she offers. "Deal with everything in the morning." Oliver nods and Felicity motions for him to lose the hood as she moves into the bedroom. She doesn't know exactly why she offered for Oliver to spend the night once again other than the fact that it just felt natural. He comes into the room and she hears him set the hood on the dresser where she now realizes his bow and sheath are also resting.
"Felicity." She's never heard him so timid and it makes her nervous but she turns to look at him anyway.
"We should.. figure out what's going on," he motions between them, "with us."
"We will," she promises offering him a sad smile. "Just not tonight." Turning back to the bed, she pushes back the covers and gets in. She gets comfortable before looking at him, still standing next to her dresser, and pats the other side of the bed.
"You coming?" Oliver nods and makes his way to the opposite side of the bed. Felicity rolls over so that her back is to him and feels the bed shift as he climbs in. She's surprised as she feels him curl up against her back, molding himself against her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He stiffens and hesitates for a moment.
"This okay?" He whispers and she smiles to herself, nodding. She places her hand on top of his and laces her fingers through his. She closes her eyes and is surprised by how comfortable she feels. The nerves of the past two days without her team completely gone, replaced by a warmth of knowing that both of her favorite men were safe in bed with someone who cared about them.
"Thanks." She's drifting off when Oliver whispers it in her ear and she doesn't remember much after it but she remembers falling asleep smiling.
When she wakes up, she's cold and she can already tell she's alone. She immediately looks for the note left at her bedside.
Let's have lunch today and have that talk.