Apparently it was possible to develop cabin fever while you were staying in a mansion the size of an actual castle, Felicity thought as she wandered aimlessly through Tommy's mansion. Of course, the cabin fever was probably a result of a number of things- staying in someone else's house for three weeks, not being able to hang out with her friends or see much of her family, the fact that her commute to work was now twice as long, and really missing her internet connection at home.

And, of course, there was also the fact that she was living in the same house as Oliver Queen, who kept acting weirder and weirder around her. He managed to keep on interrupting what little private time she had, he stared at her whenever they were in the same room for any period of time, and he kept on provoking her into arguments.

Either way, Felicity was going to start climbing the walls soon.

"Felicity!" she heard Tommy call from behind her, and she turned around to see Tommy walking down the hall. "Laurel sent me to look for you."

"Is she okay?" Felicity asked quickly.

"She's fine. Actually…um, well, it's about your house." At Felicity's inquisitive look, he continued. "Laurel asked me to drive by your house on the way back, and we caught the contractor just as he was finishing his final inspection. Basically…if you want to, you could go home."

Felicity lunged at Tommy and pulled him into a hug, which she quickly stopped once she realized what had happened. "Sorry for- attack-hugging you," she blurted out. "I was just so happy at the thought of getting out of here. Not that staying here hasn't been great! Because it has. I just…miss being at home. So thank you."

"No problem," Tommy replied with an easy grin. "Do you want Oliver to help you pack?"

"Nah, that's okay," Felicity said hurriedly. "I'll be fine, and he might damage some of my babies." With that, she hurried off to her room to pack.

Oliver was researching his next target when he heard a muffled thump and a yell come from Felicity's room. He quickly put down his laptop and hurried across the hall to her room.

"Felicity?" he called, and after a few seconds, he heard her reply, "I'm fine."

Oliver frowned- her voice sounded strained- so he opened the door to see Felicity sitting on the bed, holding one of her feet in her hands. There was a suitcase half full of clothes on the bed, and another two lying on the floor.

"Are you alright?" asked Oliver, making his way over to her. "And why are you packing?"

"I'm fine, I just stubbed my toe and tripped," Felicity said. Waves of irritation radiated off of her. "And our house is livable again, so Laurel and I are going home tonight."

Oliver felt a surge of disappointment at the fact that Felicity was leaving, but kept his face blank.

"Do you want me to help you with anything?"

"Thanks, but I'm good," Felicity replied. She got up once she finished talking and walked over to the closet, not looking at him. Oliver turned around and went back to his room- that dismissal was as clear as day.

As he picked his computer back up, he sternly reminded himself that he couldn't afford to get attached to Felicity Smoak. He should not be sad that she was leaving.

It was Saturday night, for fuck's sake.

It was Saturday night, and Felicity was sitting outside of a bank, bundled in a shock blanket, because when she went to the bank to get withdraw some cash, a bunch of bank robbers apparently decided that they should rob a bank just then. When the robbers stormed into the building, waving guns and wearing masks, Felicity had done the logical thing and complied with their instructions to get on the ground.

Things had been going fine- well, as fine as being caught in a bank robbery ever was- until she'd apparently caught the eye of one of the robbers. He'd been very subtle about it- grabbing her arm and starting to drag her off, literally kicking and screaming- but before he was able to move her very far, a woman dressed in loose, dark clothes and a dark scarf obscuring the lower half of her face literally landed in front of the robber.

At that point, the robber started to turn his gun on the woman, but she was faster, drawing a blade handle from her sleeve and slashing out with the unfolding blade in one swift motion. Felicity jerked her head away, but not before she saw a fierce light in the woman's eyes as her blade cut open the robber's neck.

The man's body seemed to take forever to fall to the floor, crumpling to the ground with a barely-audible thump. Felicity kept her gaze away from the body and the woman.

There was a rustle of fabric, and the woman was kneeling in front of Felicity. "Stay here," she said in a vaguely accented voice, then hurried around the corner. Much like before, Felicity had no trouble doing as the woman had said.

Felicity wasn't sure how long she stayed there, pointedly looking anywhere except at the dead robber, before the woman returned, with a cop in tow, and Felicity found herself being bundled outside of the bank and wrapped in a shock blanket in the back of an ambulance.

"Felicity!" her father's panicked voice cut through the air, and Felicity looked up to see him running up to her. She couldn't help but notice that he was dressed in the weirdest possible combination of clothes- boots, jeans, a wife-beater, with his uniform's jacket on top. He scooped her up into a tight hug. "Are you alright?"

Felicity took a breath to reply, but when she inhaled his familiar, comforting scent, she was hit with a tidal wave of realization of what had just happened, and by the time she collected her wits, she realized she was sobbing onto her father's jacket. She gradually became more aware of her surroundings- the sounds of people, police, and cars, her father's hands on her head and back and the feel of the blanket draped around her, the smells of a main street.

"I- I think I'm good now," Felicity eventually mumbled into his shoulder. "So that's what shock feels like?"

"Yeah, it sucks," Felicity's father said, and Felicity couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. Some Saturday night this was turning out to be.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" her father asked, and Felicity nodded shakily in reply. "Do you think you can give your statement?"

"Uh…yeah," Felicity replied, taking a moment to psych herself. She'd given statements before- this time was no different. Except for the sword-wielding woman who'd killed a guy right in front of her. No big deal.