*** Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry, I haven't updated in a few days, I've been visiting with family and getting ready for school. Speaking of school, once it starts next week, updates on all my stories will become irregular, but I will do my best. Thank you for reading and enjoy! ***

"Felicity? Hey, Felicity?" Sara asked softly. The other woman was at her chair, twirling the lanyard that held her pass card to S.T.A.R Labs in her fingers. A worried expression was knotted into her face.

Felicity didn't appear to hear her, as she kept going. Sara knew something was worrying her, and worrying her deeply. Normally she would be home by now, not in the Foundry just staring off. "Felicity, you okay?" Sara said a little bit louder. This caused Felicity to jump.

"Sara! How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?"

Sara could see tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just… something seems to be bothering you. Care to share?"

Felicity stared at Sara; Sara could see fear rippling in the blue pools. "They… they said that Barry is still in a co- asleep. They aren't sure if he'll ever wake up." Felicity looked away again. Sara knew that there was something else bothering Felicity. A mere guy she had a crush on wouldn't worry her this much. Even if a permanent coma was horrible.

"There's something else, too." Sara answered.

Felicity looked at Sara, clearly not expecting her to have noticed. Her eyes were wide and she turned her head to stare at the blank computer screen, doing her best to keep her tears in.

Sara realized that Felicity wasn't going to be the bearer of the bad news, so she crossed over to her and kneeled in front of her. Gently, she cupped both of Felicity's soft and gentle hands in her own calloused and rough ones. They both ignored the shock of electricity at the skin to skin contact.

"Lis. You told me that secrets have weight. The more you keep the harder it is to do anything. I can tell that this little secret you're keeping is making things very tough on you. So please, tell me. Please." While telling this, Sara began fiddling with one of Felicity's bracelets. However, she never once took her eyes off of Felicity's.

Felicity was quiet for so long that Sara began to believe she wouldn't cave. Just as Sara was going to launch into another speech, Felicity began talking. "When I gave my friends the Mirakuru, they told me that they may not be able to find a cure. That because the stuff is old and they've never seen anything like it before… it could be impossible. And what if they're right? We can't afford to not find a cure. But what if they can't find it? What do we do then? I me-"

"Felicity. You're friends are going to find the cure. You want to know how I know?" Sara interrupted, squeezing her hands reassuringly.

Felicity nodded.

"When I was on the freighter, I read through a lot of reports on the Mirakuru. There were mentions of a 'failsafe', which basically means they made a counter drug in case the super soldiers got out of hand. There is a cure to find. And… if your friends are even half as smart and as determined as you are, they will find the cure in no time."

Felicity blushed quite a bit at Sara's statement. She stood up, bringing Sara with her and wrapped the girl up in a grateful hug.

Sara decided to go back to Felicity's home with her (a part of it was because she wanted to make sure Felicity would be safe from Slade… not that she'd admit it). They were both surprised to see Sin crashed out on the couch with a near empty bottle of whiskey clutched in her fingers. Sara freed the bottle and set it on the counter.

"Does she always drink like that?" Felicity wondered.

Sara put a blanket over the small girl and smoothed down an unruly cow lick. "Only when she's in pain." Sara answered. No doubt the stab wounds were giving her a piece of hell as they healed.

"And you've never tried to stop her from all the drinking?"

"No." Sara sighed. She looked at Sin's face, it was flushed from the liquor, but there were no new bruises and no discharge around her mouth.

"Why not?"

"Because instead of drinking booze she could be wearing a mask and risk her life every night taking down dangerous criminals and I'd much rather her damage her liver than face what I face." Sara replied, with a bit more force and vigor that what was probably necessary. Felicity merely looked at Sara.

"Sorry." Sara muttered.

"No. No. You… care for Sin a lot. It's actually sweet." Felicity said.

"She's my little sister." Sara gave a small smile and got up off the couch. Felicity put a small trashcan nearby; in case Sin had a bad hangover and couldn't get to the bathroom in time. She was sure that the kid could handle her liquor, but on top of everything else going on, she did not need to clean up vomit.

Sara took a pillow and snagged a blanket and set them on the floor. "What do you think you're doing?" Felicity asked in a harsh whisper.

Dumbfounded, Sara stated she was making up her bed for the night.

"No. You're not going to sleep on the floor, little bird." Felicity said in a tone that left no room for argument.

"Then where am I going to sleep? The roof?"

"No. You're going to sleep in my bed with me. It's not like we haven't done it before." After a few moments, Felicity realized that what she had said could be taken in a very wrong way and she immediately started working to take back what she said. "I mean, not like that. It's just- if you want to. You don't have too. And wow." Felicity stopped her rambling when Sara took off her jacket and tank top, revealing her carved out muscles.

Sara smirked that little mischievous smirk that just started to show off her dimples. Felicity wondered if Sara was doing this purposefully. She probably was.

Still, Felicity did her best to keep her head and they walked to the bedroom. Sara kicked off her boots and socks and climbed underneath the covers. Quickly Felicity stripped out of her dress and put on pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Sara's eyes fell on the puckered skin of the scar on her shoulder. At least there were no more new scars. Not yet. Hopefully not for a while.

She climbed into bed, a good foot away from Sara, and rolled on her side. Sara remained on her back, staring at the ceiling. She could feel the tension and nervousness of Felicity's body radiating off her in waves.

Sara turned so she was facing Felicity's back. "It's gonna be okay, Lis. You're friends are going to find the cure, we're going to stop Slade, and it's going to be okay." Felicity turned as well, so now they were face to face. Desperately, Sara wished there was more she could do to sooth the other girl.

The other's girl's eyes were filled with a sleepy haze. Her ponytail was awry with stray strands pointing in every direction.

All Sara wanted in that moment was to scoot just a smidge closer and press her lips to Felicity's. In theory, it would be so easy. But some shred of self-control and conscience stopped her. And something else stopped her too. The possibility that Felicity would reject her advances. Felicity was the best friends that Sara ever had and she didn't want to destroy that.

"What are you thinking about?" Felicity asked. Knots of worry and concentration wrinkled Sara's forehead and her lips were puckered the way they always did when she was thinking intently about something.

For barely a moment, Sara looked at Felicity's lips, then back up again to her eyes. "Nothing. Let's get some sleep."

Sara knew Felicity didn't buy her lie but she was grateful for the other girl didn't say anything.

Eventually, they both fell into a restless sleep.