A/N: Here begins the upload spree for this week. Try to keep up. XP

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There was very little that Felicity dreaded more than Oliver's reaction when he woke up and found out that she'd gone to Barry for help when she didn't know how to save him. Which normally would have been bad enough on it's own, but this particular instance meant that one Barry Allen had learned of Oliver's secret identity as the Arrow.

And Felicity felt physically sick, having betrayed that trust that Oliver had bestowed on her with that secret. Even if it was to protect the secret, ultimately, by keeping him out of the hospital. Where people would ask questions, but still. It was a choice she'd had to make in order to save Oliver's life.

Apparently, this was also the point where Barry realized how much she actually cared about Oliver, and additionally, the point where she began to question if Barry actually had a bigger crush on her, or on Oliver. His every free moment was spent exploring the Arrowcave would have proved amusing to watch, had she not been so absorbed with Oliver.

Predictably, Dig also seemingly thought it was amusing that she was sitting in her chair at Oliver's bedside, browsing the internet on her Surface, with her feet resting on the edge of Oliver's bed, rather than at her computer desk a whopping three feet away at the trio of computer screens that made up the display interface of that beast of a computer she'd built a few months before.

When she heard another snort of laughter from him, she made sure to look over her shoulder and target him with the most withering glare she could muster at this point in time. It wasn't like he wouldn't be in the same position if this were Lyla in the bed, rather than Oliver. So he didn't really have a whole lot of room to laugh, if you asked her.

Her attention instantly shot back to Oliver when she heard the groan. It took her less than an instant to shoot forward and grasp his hand lightly with her own, and an immediate rush of relief spread through her body that he was now waking up. "Oliver!" She greeted-slash-urged as he struggled to come to full consciousness.

"Felicity?" Oliver questioned weakly, his eyes cracking open slowly. He sounded utterly exhausted. She ignored that and smiled at him. "Welcome back. Don't kill me." It was all she said, and it lead him to a figurative brick wall of utter confusion. What would lead him to kill her? Under any circumstances?

Annnd then Barry Allen appeared out of nowhere, and the smile on Felicity's face became noticeably tight. Her eyes conveyed a crystal clear look of guilt with a metric ton of apologies written clearly in her blue irises. Oh, and the grimace as she expected the explosion of Oliver's reaction. That was kind of hard to miss.

He should have been a lot angrier than the mild annoyance that sprung up inside of him, and three months ago, he probably would have been. But something was different now. He'd trusted her with the memories of his time in hell. She'd trusted him with the knowledge that her encounter with the Count had permanently changed her. To a level where he could only imagine the people that would try to get her hands on her for use as a research guinea pig if it were common knowledge. That being said, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt despite his complete lack of control in this situation, and at least give her the chance to explain.

In private. So later. Right now he just leveled a glare at Barry Allen. "...What's he doing here?" He questioned firmly, pointing his thumb in the general direction of the nerd and giving a pointed look at both Felicity and Diggle, although he could tell from her previous plea that it was Felicity behind the young man's presence.

"He saved your life...with rat poison. No, I'm not kidding. I know how insane that sounds." Felicity answered quickly, not giving either Barry or Dig the chance to butt in before her and make this conversation any more difficult that in needed to be. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. And I couldn't let you die. I had to make a choice and it was this or the hospital. And I know how much you hate hospitals. So I'm kind of hoping you hate me revealing your secret to someone I feel like I can trust just a little bit less."

Barry was caught with his mouth open, having been about to say something before she started rambling on. Dig was just shaking his head with a smile of amusement. Neither of them were reactions that she cared about; the only person she was worried about was the man in front of her. And all she was hoping for was that, for once in her life, her word vomit had worked in her favor.

"So...Uh...I'm sorry. For giving your secret away. But I didn't really want to watch my boyfriend die, so..." There was a beat of complete and utter silence between the four people in the Arrowcave, and between Oliver and Dig's raised eyebrows and Barry's bewildered look, Felicity forced herself to backtrack and replay her words in her head. Her eyes widening when her brain caught up with her mouth and she realized what she just admitted.

She ignored the whistle from Dig, and the damage control part of her brain was simply hoping that she'd let Barry's hopes down somewhat gently. Thankfully, after he'd let her realize what she'd said, Oliver's subsequent reaction was for the brightest genuine smile she imagined he was capable of mustering in his present state spread across his face. "Felicity." He interrupted her before she could begin to ramble again. "Thank you."

She let out a sigh of relief and, seeing as how she'd already let the cat out of the bag, decided to just do what felt right; she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek with a chaste kiss. "You're welcome. And I know you'll probably want to talk about this later. So...my place?" She whispered.

He nodded shortly, and then turned to level his gaze on Barry in a piercing stare. "If Felicity's wrong about you, so help me I will hunt you down and put an arrow in you." He threatened. Enjoying watching Barry's throat work with the gulp of fear followed by his rapid nod of complete agreement with those terms.

He shook his head clear of the entire situation, and took in a breath to calm himself. "Alright, what did I miss while I was taking a nap?"

Dig, Barry, and Felicity all looked at each other for a brief moment, before both of the men in question turned to Oliver while pointing at her. "We'll let her catch you up to speed."

Felicity's jaw dropped in disbelief at being teamed up on, before she fixed a glare on the two of them. Somehow feeling that this was both of them making light of her tendency to ramble. But it did shift into a grateful and relieved look when both of them turned tail and exited out of the Arrowcave to do...something else.

"I'm sorry." Felicity repeated quietly as she stepped towards her brooding boyfriend, her hands held together at her waist.

"Forgiven." Oliver assured instantly. Something he probably wouldn't have said after first coming back from the Undertaking. But she'd taken the ungrounded man, filled with nothing but anger, pain, guilt and regrets, and given him an anchor-point. Something to hold onto, even with things got rough.

"...Really?" Felicity blinked. Not quite expecting this whole conversation to be quite that simple. "I mean, I thought you might be a little more...angry. About me slipping your secret. Not that I want you to be angrier, it's just..."

"I probably would have been." He admitted, his blue eyes locking onto hers. "But you're right, it was this or the hospital...Did he seriously use rat poison though?" To say he looked mildly disturbed at the thought...well, that would be a mild understatement. He'd subscribed to a lot of unorthodox methods of survival ever since the wreck of the Queen's Gambit, and even since returning from the island. For example; stabbing himself in the shoulder with an arrow in order to defeat Malcolm Merlyn. But using a poison to counteract another poison wasn't exactly something that had ever crossed his mind.

Felicity smirked in response. "Yes. Yes he did. And I'm not sure on this, but just for the record, I think it's pretty much a coin toss on whether he has a bigger crush on me, or on you." She nearly giggled at the completely blank look on Oliver's face. "He seems very interested in the Arrow. And when he found out it was you, he went absolutely nuts with theories of what happened to you on the island. Which I neither confirmed, nor denied. Just for the record."

"That's my girl." Oliver smirked, trying his best to put even the joke that Barry might have a man-crush on him, out of his mind.

"I like how you say that." Felicity blurted. Her face turning pink an instant later when she realized she'd voice her thoughts aloud. "So...uh...now that I've kinda spilled the beans to these two by accident...are we still keeping us under wraps for now, or...? I don't think Miss Rochev would be very happy if she found out you're dating your secretary...Not that I want to be your secretary. I still think that's a silly position and a waste of my skills, but-"

"Felicity?" Oliver interrupted.

"Hm?"

"Shut up."