25. Did you hear that?
Rating: K
Pairing: Oliver & Felicity
Characters: Diggle, Oliver & Felicity
Season/Episode: Future fic
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)
AN: Fic dump. Completing all these and then I'm done with this fucking fandom. Hope you haters are happy. Go fuck yourselves.
"Did you hear that?"
The crazed, glassy look in her eyes told him she was tripping balls right then and whatever she was hearing definitely had nothing to do with sitting in the backseat of the car they were in.
"Dig! Drive faster!" It was the urgency in Oliver's voice that prompted the car to lurch forward as Felicity dramatically gasped, her back sinking into the plush leather seat. Her eyes darted around the interior, searching out whatever unknown noise she'd been referring to before she shrieked and curled into herself.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her, quickly pulling the fragile blonde into his lap as she shivered and whimpered. "It's okay, Felicity. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you," he murmured into her ear then let his hand wander into the golden waves of her hair to cradle the back of her head.
Whoever it was that had spiked her drink at the club was going to pay for this. Oliver made a silent vow to kill the person as soon as he found him. Watching Felicity trip out on whatever drug it was made his heart clench in his chest. Her fear was palpable, and the longer it ran its course, the more worried he became for her health.
"We need to get her back to the lair now!" Oliver growled. This mission couldn't fallen apart any faster. They were only supposed to be there ten minutes tops, but their target kept moving from place to place making it hard for Felicity to find a way to break into his office. That had forced them to order drinks from the "creepy bartender" which was what led to this whole mess.
"I can only go so fast, Oliver!" Diggle shot back, just as irritated as the younger man over Felicity's condition.
She let out another panicked shriek and Oliver held onto her tighter. "Keep that thing away from me!" she muttered, her fingers digging into the fabric of his brown leather jacket.
"What are you talking about, Felicity?" Oliver asked calmly and cautiously, his hands running up and down her back in soothing motions hoping it would help settle her.
It had no such effect. If anything, she was becoming even more agitated. "That… thing!" she gasped, her finger pointing to the other end of the seat. Oliver saw nothing, but knew whatever her drug addled brain conjured, it wasn't good. "The gnome with it's beady little eyes that keeps staring at me!"
He immediately pulled Felicity into his lap and pressed her face into his chest. "Don't worry," he said, kissing her forehead, "nothing's going to hurt you. I promise. Just close your eyes and breathe."
"Oliver," she whimpered, "I'm scared."
"I'll protect you," he whispered back, holding her just a little tighter as she let out a shaky breath. The son of a bitch who did this to her was going to pay, and dearly.