A/N: At last I update! I was going for a daily sort of thing but then I remembered I actually have a social life. And finals. So I will try harder because I absolutely love you guys. Like HECK! So as always, read, review, favorite, follow, hug your gramma, eat a cupcake, and enjoy!
Felicity Smoak was different.
She wasn't like the other women in Oliver's circles, social or criminal. McKenna, Helena... Laurel. They were fierce, serious, demanding, and aggressive. McKenna on raids, Helena set on revenge, and Laurel in the courtroom. They didn't have multiple piercings, wear panda bear flats, crazy cardigans, or babble incessantly.
Felicity Smoak wasn't like the other women in Oliver's life. She wasn't like any other woman, period.
And maybe that was why he felt so differently about her.
Was it love? Oliver wasn't sure yet, but he knew it was something. Something big and strong yet subtle, itching at the corners of his brain as he fell asleep at night. It was almost a burning need to protect her, to keep her safe and innocent. To preserve her babbling, animal decorated, insert-foot-in-mouth self.
Felicity kept promising to try and control her babbling during missions so as not to distract him. But secretly, Oliver didn't want it t stop. He needed it to remind him that there was more than just him and his bow and the bad guy. She was the voice in his ear that kept him grounded. Even just knowing that she was there, breathing, waiting, was enough to bring him back to reality.
Yes, Felicity was different, but Oliver couldn't afford to lose that quirk in his life, he never wanted that to change.
