Hey there cool kids! Oh my gosh I am so so so so so sorry for not updating in forever. I'm such a horrible person to leave it with a cliffy and not update for over a month. Omg I'm horrible. I'm so sorry, I hope you forgive me! I made up for it though by making this chapter extra long!

So. Gems6515 must have hacked my computer or something because they totally figured out my plan. Congratulations, Gems6515, you're clever! I'm not changing it though, I had already written the beginning of the chapter and I can't think of anything else.

Ok, enough of my blabbering. I'm turning into Felicity! Here's chapter 10!

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow. If I did, Laurel would be dead and Olicity would have happened already.

"Felicity?" Oliver yelled. "Felicity?!" Oliver looked around frantically trying to find her.

"Felicity!" Diggle shouted, also looking for her.

Oliver's breathing rate started to increase. His heartbeat quickened with each second that passed. He just got her back and now she was gone?! How could he let this happen? He never should have let her out of his sight.

Oliver looked at Diggle to see that he had panic written all over his face. He was thinking the same things Oliver was.

Oliver ran around the lair looking for her. The boys split up, searching separate sides of the huge basement.

He searched the training area, the extra supplies, hell he searched every inch of the basement and she was nowhere to be seen. He spun around, his head darting back and forth, trying to catch any sign that might tell him where she went. Had someone taken her? He didn't even want to think about that. She'd already been through so much—and it was his fault. He couldn't stand the thought of her going through any more pain.

Suddenly, Oliver heard light footsteps behind him. "Oliver?" A small voice said. Oliver quickly spun around to see his favourite blonde standing there with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"Felicity!" He said, relief taking over him. "Where the hell were you?!" He yelled, taking a step towards her. She instantly flinched. Oliver stopped himself and his voice softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just so worried."

She shook her head. "No, it's okay. I guess I'm just a little… jumpy."

Oliver nodded, understanding that she'll be scared for a while. "So where were you?"

"Bathroom." She replied. "I don't know if you know this, but not being able to pee for a long period of time is really annoying."

Oliver cracked a smile. "Just do me a favor next time and tell me where you're going."

"Shoot, sorry. I didn't think about how worried you'd be to come back and find that I was gone." There was a pregnant pause between them before Felicity spoke once more. "Um, Oliver?"

"Yes?"

Oliver couldn't help but notice the blush that crept up onto her cheeks. "Do you, um, have an extra shirt or anything?" She asked, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

It was only then that Oliver saw the blanket wrapped around her small frame, covering her bare torso. He had completely forgotten that under the blanket she was wearing nothing but her bra. Then Oliver realized that he had seen her in her bra. At the time, however, Oliver was too preoccupied to notice.

"Oh, yeah." He finally replied. He walked over to the training area, reaching under a bench and pulled out a green duffle bag. He rummaged through the bag before pulling out a grey t-shirt. It would be big on her, but it wouldn't touch her cuts. And Oliver knows how painful it is to have something constantly irritating fresh wounds.

He hands the shirt to her and she looks at him expectantly. He eventually snaps out of it and abruptly turns around. He hears a small whimper and it takes everything in his power not to turn and run to her. "You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

He waits impatiently for her to finish.

"Done." She says. Oliver spins around quickly and immediately rushes to her side.

"Did you hurt your cuts? Are they alright?" He asks—concern evident in his voice.

"Really Oliver, I'm okay. It just hurt a little bit. I just have to get used to it until they heal. I can't have you do everything for me, especially changing my clothes." Her cheeks became even redder at that statement. She definitely needed a filter between her brain and her mouth.

Oliver suddenly remembered Diggle, and how he must still be searching frantically for Felicity. "Diggle?" He called. "Diggle!"

"Did you find her?" Diggle called as he turned the corner. He let out a sigh of relief. "I guess so."

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom." Felicity said before letting out a big yawn.

"Why don't you go get a little more sleep?" Oliver asked gently.

"No, I'm okay."

"Felicity, you look exhausted." John added.

"I said I'm fine." She snapped harshly. "Sorry, I just don't want to sleep."

"I understand." Oliver replies. Countless times, when he was on the island, he found himself an insomniac. He knows what it's like to be terrified of slipping into darkness, only to be met by an endless stream of nightmares. Even now, when he's safe in the comfort of his king-sized bed, he experiences nightmares. He prefers not to think about the island, but at night his brain digs up those horrible memories and plays them over and over in Oliver's head.

"Hey, Oliver?" John asked, cutting into his train of thought. "I gotta run. I have a—a date."

Oliver smirked. "Carly?"

"Carly." Diggle smiled. "I don't want to be late, are you going to be okay?" He asked Felicity.

"For the last time, I'm fine." She replied. She started moving her arms around, flexing and twisting. "See? Good as new."

Oliver looked at her worriedly before grabbing her arms gently. "You really shouldn't be doing that, Felicity."

"Oh, quit worrying. Have fun on your date, Diggle." She gave him a smile as he grabbed his jacket and jogged up the stairs. With one considerably loud slam, they were alone. It was still tense between them, considering the last time they were alone they almost kissed. The chemistry between them was undeniable. Even though they were complete opposites, they meshed together perfectly.

They stood in an almost comfortable silence. Although they had a lot to talk about, silence seemed to be the best conversation they could have at the moment. Felicity was the one who finally ended their moment. "Oliver, can I go home?"

Oliver sighed. "Felicity, I don't know if that's a good idea…"

"Please Oliver, I'm tired and hungry and I want to be back in my apartment where nothing bad ever happens. Shoot, I hope I didn't just jinx that…" She trailed off.

Oliver debated about it. He would rather have her stay here, in a basement that only Felicity, Diggle and Oliver knew the code to, that was also filled with various weapons and medicine, where she would never leave his sight. He knew that she was stubborn though, and she had been through a lot. The least he could do was let her go home and get a decent sleep. "Okay, Felicity. You can go home. On one tiny little condition."

Felicity let out a frustrated sigh. "And what would that be?!"

"I'm coming with you." He said matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Oliver, you don't need to babysit me. Nick and Connor are-" She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "They're dead. They can't hurt me anymore Oliver."

"No 'buts' Felicity. I don't care if they're dead or not. I'm coming with you, or you can stay here. Your choice."

Felicity growled. "Fine. Let's go."

Oliver smirked. "Great. Let me just grab some supplies." He left her side and grabbed an old, empty duffle bag. He stashed a few arrows, the medicine, and some other herbs just in case she needed them. He zipped the bag shut and grabbed one of his bows off of the rack. He was back by her side in seconds, flat.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Do you really need to bring your bow?"

"For the last time, Felicity, I'm not taking any chances. Don't argue with me." He said, wondering how she could be so stubborn.

God, he made her so frustrated. She's just going back to her apartment and he goes into crazy killing machine mode. She did see where he was coming from, though. She finally decided to stop being so whiny. "Okay, sorry."

He nodded. "We should get going before it gets dark."

She suddenly remembered a question she was dying to ask. "Oliver? How long was I gone?"

"You were taken two nights ago."

Two days? Seriously, two freaking days? It felt like she had been gone for years.

"I know it must have felt like longer." Oliver said, taking the thoughts right out of her head.

She nodded in response and made her way up the stairs. She whimpered as she tried to push the door open, not liking the strain that was being put on her stomach. She heard Oliver drop his things behind her.

"Here, let me." He said as he scooted in front of her and pushed the door open with ease. She blushed, not liking the fact that she was so helpless. She didn't want Oliver doing everything for her, but she knew she couldn't do much by herself. She just didn't want to be seen as weak. She quickly flashed him a toothless smile as she made her way to the car.

The ride to her apartment had been relatively quiet. They were currently taking the elevator all the way up to the sixth floor. Felicity couldn't stop the blush creeping up on her cheeks. Countless times she had imagined bringing Oliver Queen to her apartment—she just never pictured it like this.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Oliver put his hand out, gesturing for her to go first.

The pair exited the elevator and made their way towards Felicity's apartment. She got to the door and reached in her pocket, only to find it empty. "Damn it! My keys were in my purse."

"Oh, don't worry. I have a set." Oliver said as he pulled out a key. Felicity looked at him like he was a crazy lunatic. Oliver shrugged. "It was just in case there was an emergency."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Okay, but first: how did you know where I live, and second: how did you get a set of my keys?!"

Oliver smirked. "I have my ways."

Felicity scoffed as Oliver handed her the key. She placed it in the keyhole and heard the lock click. She opened the door and reached for the light switch. She walked inside as the light filled the room. Oliver looked around at the very bright, colourful space. The walls were painted a light purple colour. A few paintings lined the walls and a large window was on the far side of the room. The floors were hardwood, a light brown colour. A white sofa and a wooden coffee table sat atop a light purple area rug that matched the walls perfectly. Two light purple pillows were on each end of the sofa. Two identical white chairs were positioned on either side of the sofa. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall.

The kitchen was decorated with white cabinets and marble countertops. The walls were painted a soft green, and the floors were covered with brown tiles. A light brown wooden table surrounded by 4 matching chairs sat between the kitchen and the living area.

"If you plan on staying a while, I have to warn you I only have one bedroom. I converted the second one into an office." Felicity said.

"It's alright, I'll sleep on the couch." Oliver replied. It might not be as comfortable as a bed, but he's slept on much more uncomfortable surfaces before.

"Okay." Felicity said. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to have a shower. You can help yourself to the fridge. It doesn't have much, but if you're hungry you can probably find something. You can watch TV if you want, or do whatever, it doesn't matter."

Oliver nodded in response. She disappeared down the hall and entered the bathroom. Once Oliver heard the water running, he picked up the remote, plopped down on the sofa, and turned on the TV. He started flipping through the channels, not really in the mood to watch anything.

A knock on the front door made him press 'mute'. He hesitated for a moment while he pondered whether or not to open the door. He decided it was best not to bother Felicity, so he walked to the door.

He swung the door open and froze at what he saw. The person at the door was someone he never wanted to see again.

It was Chris.

Whew, another cliffy! I promise that chapter 11 will be up soon. Now that summer's here and my life is sorted out, I'll have much more time to write! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story. I promise I'll update as soon as I can!