Holy, bloody, hell she had been shot.

Like, really shot, with a real bullet, from a real gun, and somehow she had still managed to hack Tockman's phone and stop him before he freaking shot her again—talk about incentives.

She looked at him as he lay on the ground, motionless, and her blood cooled in her veins; she momentarily forgot the searing pain in her shoulder.

"Did I kill him?" she asked weakly, bile rising in the back of her throat as she spared a glance at Sara. The woman walked over the man, checking for a pulse before shaking her head and looking back at Felicity.

"No," she stated, walking back to Felicity. "You just knocked him unconscious."

"Oh good," Felicity sighed, the edges of her vision slightly blackening. "I wanted to be like you, ya know? But not the killing part—not that the killing part makes you a bad person because—well, ok never mind, I think it's a commandment or something, but I wanted to be like you because you're kind of kick ass," Felicity looked at the woman as her speech slightly slurred, hoping she understood.

"That's not a good thing sometimes," Sara whispered, and Felicity wondered if she was supposed to have heard, but she had, so she answered.

"You're strong," Felicity answered, finally stating what had been bothering all night. Oliver thought she was on a suicide mission and maybe she was; could you die from a bullet wound to the shoulder? No, this was about Tockman. Oliver was strong enough to take down his enemies, Sara could kick ass all on her own, and Felicity could hold down a chair behind a computer - most decidedly not kick ass.

"No, I survive," Sara stated shaking her head. "You live Felicity and there's a difference. If anything, you're the strong one. It took a lot—I've been through a lot—for me to be as strong as I am today," Sara looked at Felicity and Felicity recognized the look of remembrance that crossed Sara face before she continued. "You kind of remind me of someone," she murmured. "The first time someone held a gun to my head, I cried, begging not to die. There had been someone else, someone—" Sara cut off, unwilling or unable to say who. "She took a bullet that should have been meant for me," Sara finished. Even behind the mask, Felicity could see the pain on Sara's face.

"Does this mean that I can be something other than adorable?" Felicity asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yes," Sara looked at her, a smile on her face. "And whenever you're ready, we'll pick back up with the defense lessons," she added with a conspiratorial wink.

"Felicity!" Oliver's voice came echoing down the stairs, causing both women to flinch. Felicity attempted to straighten, but she only hissed in pain. She saw Oliver running at her full speed and he must have forgotten she had been shot because he crushed her to him.

"Oliver!" she nearly screamed in pain; he never acted like this when he got hurt.

"Felicity what the hell where you thinking!" he shouted. "I thought that-I thought, well..." his voice trailed off and before anyone could react or before Felicity could ease the fear in his eyes, Oliver crushed his lips to hers. She gasped, not out of pain, but out of surprise. Then she came to her senses and kissed him back, only crying out when she moved her shoulder to wrap her arms around him. He planted a quick kiss on her forehead and then looked her over carefully.

"Sara, what happened?" he asked methodically.

"The bullet went straight through, but she's going to need a hospital."

"Ok," Oliver stated as he moved to pick Felicity off the floor.

"No!" Felicity tried to sound sure and brave, the way that Oliver and Diggle always did when they were injured, but at just that moment Oliver jostled her shoulder and it sounded more like a whimper. Not to mention she was still breathless from that kiss - or maybe she had too much blood loss and she was losing her mind.

He quickly sat her down, his hands hovering over her body, unsure where to touch her.

"No hospital," Felicity commanded. "They'll want to know why and where I was shot. Sara can do it," she glanced at Sara, hoping that she wouldn't mind being volunteered for the task.

"Absolutely not!" Oliver roared in his angry voice, while Sara winked and nodded behind him. "Either I take you RIGHT NOW to the hospital or I will stitch you up myself!"

"Dig," Felicity muttered, glaring up at the man, willing him to side with her. "You owe me," she challenged.

He sighed, but he bent next to Oliver, lightly brushing him aside. He helped Felicity up and he and Sara began making their way out of the basement.

"I'm not happy about this," Oliver muttered behind them. "What the hell were you thinking, Felicity?" he continued his reprimand as they made their way to Diggle's car. "Was this about proving yourself? Getting back at him for destroying your Arrow Cave? Come on, I thought you were smarter than this!" Oliver accused.

Felicity took a deep breath; recently, it seemed that Oliver had been more and more upset with the way she did her work. First with inviting Barry Allen to assist in investigating the case, then in asking Barry Allen to save his sorry, dying ass, and then after she had taken her little mini-trip to Central City. She drew on the pain radiating in her shoulder and she let it propel the anger in her voice as Dig sat her down by the car.

"Oliver Queen! This was about my specialty! I don't tell you how to sharpen your arrows so don't tell me how to hack—" Oliver planted his lips over hers yet again and after two times she was certain she wasn't hallucinated, although dead could still be a possibility. He pulled back awkwardly when Sara's voice explained the situation.

"She did it for me Ollie," Sara quickly interrupted. "She saved my life," she glanced at Felicity.

"What?" Oliver whispered, looking between the two women.

"Tockman had pointed the gun at me and I was too far away to do anything," Sara explained. "Felicity shoved me out of the way."

Oliver shook his head numbly and he remained silent for the ride back to the foundry. He told Sara to find one of her extra shirts and he wordlessly handed it to Felicity as she made her way to the medical equipment.

"Here," Diggle handed her three white pills, and she looked at them suspiciously.

"No meds," she shook her head. When he glared at her, she explained. "It's not a 'just say no' thing, Dig. My mouth has no filter normally, it's really bad when I've taken pain meds," she looked back at the pills nervously.

"They're just aspirin," he said, rolling his eyes. "Trust me, you're going to need them," he finished as he walked off.

She looked at them one last time, checked to make sure no one was looking, then popped them quickly in her mouth.

Seconds or minutes or hours later, she wasn't really sure, Sara pulled her shirt over Felicity's shoulder, signaling that she was all done. Felicity took a moment to consider the strange feeling of the fabric against her bare skin…

"Felicity," suddenly Oliver was standing in front of her and Sara and Diggle had left them alone. He was really close.

"Oliver," she stated, matching his serious tone. "I don't think those were aspirin," she muttered as she looked at her hand in front of her face. Oliver took it and set it in her lap.

"Felicity we need to talk, but you've had some good uh, Asprin, so we can do it tomorrow ok?" he leaned in closer until Felicity caught his face between her hands. There was something really important she needed to say, if she could get it past the clouds in her brain.

"I still need to know I have a place here, ya know?" she slurred. "That I'm your girl," she snorted as she caught her mistake—so much for proving her point earlier. "Not your girl but your girl; trust me, they're different," internally, she was already plotting revenge on Dig for whatever he had given her. Then she remembered. "You kissed!" she was trying to sound accusing, but instead she giggled and Oliver's smile was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

Then his hand cupped her face and before she could stop herself she leaned into his touch—a little too far. The room was spinning when she opened her eyes and she wasn't sure which Oliver was the real Oliver, so she aimed for the one in the middle.

"You will always be my girl Wednesday," he smiled down at her.

"It's Friday!" she whispered, as she slid into his arms and he carried her to the car to drive her home.

A/N: ok so that is all of the Chapter updates, new chapters will be posted from now on! I tried to stick to the story line while finding an Olicity pairing... They kissed in this chapter and there will be some more updates with the more recent shows! Sorry it takes so long and I hope you enjoy!