A/N: Hi guys! I'm so glad you're all enjoying the story! Even with the hiccups they're experiencing. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Thanks Priya for being an awesome friend and beta!

"Felicity…"

"I'm fine Sara."

"No you aren't."

"Yes I am."

"No, you really aren't."

"Sara…"

"When is the last time you talked to him?"

"This isn't about…"

"You're a horrible liar Felicity Smoak. Remember that."

"Wednesday."

"Okay so it's only been a couple days then."

"And we haven't talked at all. The last time we went this long without talking was October. Even before we were a couple we talked pretty much every day. It's weird."

"So go talk to him," Sara countered with shrug. "You want to."

"I do…"

"So, what's the problem?"

"I don't think I was wrong," Felicity replied honestly. "And he's going to expect me to apologize…"

"Okay first," Sara said with a huff. "You have to explain to him why you're feeling the way you are and have a full conversation with him. Because this, you being miserable and moping, is not working for anyone. And he's probably miserable too."

"Yeah…"

Sara paused for a moment and then a smile broke out over her face. Felicity eyed her warily.

"I don't like that look on your face."

"I have an idea!"

"And that worries me."

"It's a good idea," Sara exclaimed. "I promise!"

"What is it?"

"It's Saturday," Sara told her simply and Felicity nodded. "Saturday."

"I know what day of the week it is Sara. Why does that matter?"

"It's Saturday," Sara said again. "Party night."

"No."

"Come on!"

"I'm not going uninvited to his frat party."

"It's a frat party," Sara countered with a roll of her eyes. "You don't have to be invited. Come on, we'll get dressed up and go out. And if you get to talk to your boyfriend it's even better."

"Sara…"

"You know I'm not giving you an option here, right? We're going."

"I know."

"Good," Sara responded and wrapped an arm around Felicity's shoulders. "Now to make sure you look hotter than normal."

Felicity groaned. "Sara…"

"You love me."

"Sometimes I wonder why."

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"I'm going to freeze."

"But you look great," Sara argued with a grin. "Plus if you're really worried about it wear leggings…or oh! You can borrow my thigh high boots!"

"I don't know…"

"They'll go great with the dress!"

"You don't need them?"

"Nope."

"Okay, fine."

Sara squealed and ran off to her room to grab the boots for her. Felicity turned back to her mirror and she ran her hands down the sides of the skirt. It hit mid-thigh and it had mesh sleeves and Felicity had to admit she looked pretty good. Sara had done her hair and makeup and Felicity turned from side to side.

"Are you sure…?"

"Don't finish that question," Sara chastised from the door. "You look hot. Oliver will be drooling the second he sees you."

"I don't really look like myself."

"That's not true," Sara replied. "You look like you. Just a dressed up you."

"I guess…"

"You can change if you want. I'm not going to force you to wear this super hot dress if you're not comfortable in it."

"I am pretty hot in it."

"You are. One would even say you're smoking."

Felicity rolled her eyes, "That was awful. But I'm going to wear it."

"Good! Let's go!"

Sara's blonde hair was piled up on top of her head in a mass of curls and the red lace dress hugged her curves perfectly. They really did look amazing.

As they climbed into the taxi, Felicity laughed.

"What?"

"I'm really glad you made me do this Sara."

"Happy to help."

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The music was blaring, a repetitive thump that did everything but calm Felicity down. She didn't know why she was so anxious, she was friendly acquaintances with most of Oliver's fraternity brothers and their girlfriends before and although she didn't usually hang around with them she liked them; especially Caitlin, the pre-med student dating one of the frat brothers of Oliver's. They had hit it off, being the nerds of the group, though Ronnie, Caitlin's boyfriend was an engineer major and incredibly smart.

She had lost Sara into the crowd almost as soon as they reached the party, her best friend getting dragged onto the dance floor by a guy Felicity didn't recognize though Sara had greeted him warmly. Felicity's eyes scanned over the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Oliver, or at least Caitlin so she could feel less like an outsider.

"Felicity!" a voice called over the music and she turned in time to be embraced by a girl she had met before, Jenna Cameron, whom at one point she remembered that Oliver had gone out with a few times. "I didn't know you were coming tonight. Oliver didn't mention it."

"Oh well," Felicity stammered uncomfortably. "I definitely couldn't miss the big party."

"You look great," Jenna continued with a smile that was obviously fake. "Are you trying to make Oliver jealous?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I overheard some of the guys say that you and Oliver had broken up…"

"That's not true," Felicity denied quickly and firmly. "Sorry, I see a friend. It was nice talking to you Jenna."

"Yeah, sure."

Felicity walked purposely towards the kitchen in search of someone she could talk to that wasn't Jenna Cameron. Felicity was noticed Sara on the dance floor as she scanned the room before she strode into the kitchen. Felicity still couldn't find Oliver and she couldn't but be a little agitated about it.

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Oliver walked through the backyard of the frat house, the dancing crowd giving him a little bit of a headache. He had a plastered a smile on his face, forcing himself to put on the air of playboy like everyone expected him too.

He missed Felicity.

And he was worried about her.

He knew that she was smart and able to take care of herself, but that didn't keep him from worrying about her and with Cooper being out there, he was worried.

Oliver wanted to apologize to Felicity, but he wasn't exactly sorry either. He was sorry he upset her but he wasn't sorry that he was protective.

"Hey Ollie!" a girl, whose name he definitely didn't know, purred and draped herself over his arm. "Come dance with me."

"Can't."

"Oh don't be such a party pooper."

He laughed and hoped it didn't sound too insincere. "Maybe later. Have to get going."

"But Ollie…"

"Gotta go."

He pried his arm out of her grip and moved away as quickly as possible. It wasn't the first time tonight he'd been approached and it was starting to get on his nerves. Before Felicity it would have thrilled him and he would have embraced it fully, even if he had a girlfriend at the time, but it didn't hold the same excitement anymore.

He figured he was finally maturing some.

His parents would be happy about that.

All the guys, on the other hand, didn't seem to like it much. Being back in the house over the last couple of days had been more awkward for him than he had thought it would be. He'd spent most of the time in his room or at the library.

Things were definitely changing for him.

There was a commotion coming from the kitchen and Oliver ran towards the noise. His heart nearly stopped when he realized it was Felicity lying on the kitchen floor. She was breaking out in hives and he could tell she was having a difficult time breathing.

"What in the hell happened?"

"I dunno man," somebody mumbled. "She took a bite of the this brownie and then just kinda fainted or whatever."

"Brownie?" Oliver roared, grabbing the guy's shirt by the collar. "YOU GAVE HER A POT BROWNIE?"

"I just offered it to her…"

"OLIVER!"

Sara's voice pulled him from his anger and his attention focused immediately back to his girlfriend. She was reaching for her purse and Oliver grabbed it for her and pushed it into her hands.

"Are there nuts in the brownie?" Sara asked calmly and the guy that Oliver had nearly slugged nodded. Sara moved into action. "She's allergic, her epi-pen should be in her purse. She always carries it."

Sara grabbed the purse and pulled the epi-pen from the side pocket and quickly distributed it to Felicity.

"Someone call 911," Oliver called to the room and Kevin, one of his brothers scoffed. "Do it."

"It's a party man," Kevin answered with a shake of his head. "We can't have the cops…"

"DO IT."

"No."

"Then I will," Oliver answered and pulled his phone out. "We're calling…"

"You can't do it here," Kevin replied with a shake of his head. "You can't. Too much…"

"Fine," Oliver growled and leaned down to pick up Felicity. "Sara follow me and dial 911. She needs to go the hospital."

"I'm right behind you."

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Felicity was groggy and her throat hurt. The insistent beeping was annoying her. She blinked her eyes open and then promptly closed them, the light was so bright it hurt just thinking about how bright it was.

"Hey," Oliver's voice was quiet and sounded far away. "You're okay…"

She tried to talk but her throat was too scratchy.

"Here," Oliver said and she opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light slowly, Oliver's worried face above her. He was holding a plastic cup and straw in one hand. "Have some water, it will help your throat."

She took a couple small sips of water and instantly felt slightly better.

"What happened?" Felicity asked, her voice deep and rough to her own ears. "Where am I?"

"The hospital," Oliver replied softly. "You went into anaphylactic shock, Felicity. You uh, had a pot brownie, do you remember that?"

"Uh, yeah…kinda?"

"It had nuts in it," he continued with a sigh. "You had a pretty bad reaction."

"Hospital bad."

"Yeah."

"Fantastic."

"I was so scared Felicity," Oliver admitted sinking down into the chair next to her. "God, I…I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you babe."

"I'm okay," she said hoarsely. "I'm okay…"

"But you almost weren't."

"Oliver…"

"Just, listen for a second okay? Felicity I'm been miserable the last couple of days. And I'm so sorry that I pushed you and made you feel…"

"Oliver, I'm sorry too."

"You don't have to be sorry Felicity…"

"Yes I do."

"Felicity…"

"Oliver…"

"Can we just move on," Oliver asked. "I mean we can talk later, but you should rest."

"Oliver…"

"Rest," he said with a smile. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay," Felicity said around a yawn. "Love you."

Oliver pressed a kiss to his forehead before whispering against her skin. "I love you too."

A/N: You didn't really think I'd having them fighting for too long, did you? And how did you like the pot brownie experience in this world? I had to include it! I just had to!