AN: Time for a look at what's going on from a third party.

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or DC Comics in any way, shape or form.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

XIII. Search and Avoid

Roy shrugged on his leather jacket over his sweatshirt as he turned to lock his apartment door. He pocketed his keys and started to make his way to the elevator but stopped short. A woman in a green dress was standing frozen in the middle of the hallway, her purse and shoes clutched tightly in her hands. He squinted slightly at her before calling out uncertainly, "Felicity?"

The woman jerked violently at the sound of his voice and if he wasn't concerned, Roy would have laughed. She turned to look at him, her expression shocked, and as soon as she made eye contact with him she scrambled to unlock her door.

"Felicity," he tried again now that he was sure that it was her. She ignored him and continued to try to open her door. Roy rolled his eyes to himself and jogged down the hall. "Blondie."

He reached her just as she slipped inside her apartment, promptly slamming the door shut in his face and throwing the deadbolt. Roy frowned at her strange behavior and rapped his knuckles against the wood.

"C'mon, Blondie, open the door. I know you saw me running down this hallway." No response.

Roy's frown deepened and made to knock on her door again, but paused when her neighbor's door was suddenly thrown open. Oliver Queen stepped out sloppily dressed in some sweatpants and a t-shirt that was both backwards and inside-out. He raised a questioning eyebrow at his boss's clothes and frantic expression but said nothing.

Oliver glanced up and down the hallway before finally spotting Roy standing there. "Did you see a blonde woman wearing a green dress, Roy?" he asked urgently and Roy thought he detected a hint of desperation in his voice. "She had a tiger tattooed on her shoulder and an industrial piercing in her ear."

Roy quickly schooled his features and shook his head once without hesitation. "Nope. I was just about to leave for campus but I needed to ask my friend something first," he told him, casually throwing a thumb behind him in the direction of Felicity's door.

"Fuck," Oliver cursed before rushing to close his door and tearing off for the stairs, muttering under his breath.

Royally confused, Roy looked between Felicity's closed door and the direction Oliver had taken off. What the hell was that about?

He sighed and knocked again, expecting no response. "Felicity?"

"Go away, Roy," came her muffled response near his feet.

He crouched low beside her door. "Felicity, at least tell me what's wrong if you won't open the door. You're starting to kinda freak me out here."

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, well, I think this is the opposite of fine. C'mon, talk to me," he tried.

"There's nothing to talk about," she insisted. If he wasn't talking to the woman through her front door right now, he probably would have believed her.

Roy rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Time to change tactics. "Why was Oliver Queen looking for you?"

Her response was immediate. "He was looking for someone else. Someone who's not me."

"Uh-huh. Right," he drawled out sarcastically. He wasn't buying her crap. "And how many blonde women wearing green dresses are running around at this hour? He even mentioned your tattoo and that piercing of yours – that's pretty specific, Felicity."

When she didn't respond after a long time, Roy sighed in resignation and stood back up. "Make sure you call Sara, Blondie, and tell her you're alright. When you disappeared from the club last night and didn't answer your cell, Lance and her cop dad pulled together a search party to look for you. We were pretty worried." He paused, suddenly choked up with emotion. "I've never really had family growing up and you and Sara are like sisters to me…I-I thought something bad had happened to you…I'm just glad that you're okay though, Felicity."

Roy stood there for a beat longer before moving away toward the elevator. As he waited for the doors to open, he decided that he would check on her later because that was weird behavior, even for her.

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He's a loyal friend, isn't he? Ready to lie for Felicity even if he doesn't even know what's going on :)

A lot of people have been asking if my story is based off of Wallbanger by Alice Clayton. The answer is somewhat. I read that book when it was still a Twilight fanfiction here. I thought of doing my own little version with an Olicity spin on things when I imagined that it was Felicity and Oliver instead when I randomly remembered that story one day.