Oliver stood up from the bed, quickly and backed away from Felicity. Her expression was pained and she reached out a hand, as if to stop him.

"You were drugged and you didn't-"

"I-I can't." He shook his head and backed up until he was against the wall.

"Oliver, you need to listen," she said, taking a deep breath. "It wasn't your fault."

"Your eye," he said, pointing to her cheek with a trembling hand. "I did that to your eye?"

"You saved us, Oliver." She got up from the bed and held her hands out. "You were drugged, you shouldn't have been able to think straight but you did." She watched as he looked at his bandaged hand.

"What did I do?" He looked at her expression, she fidgeted nervously and bit her lip. "Felicity, please tell me everything."

"Okay," she breathed. "I don't know what doses Merlyn gave you. I woke up and he came into the room to talk to me. He admitted to dosing me, starting that first day you found us in the foundry." She paused and he nodded so she continued. "He told me you needed to know what you were capable of."

"What?" He looked angry. Felicity told him about Merlyn discouraging her from fighting to avoid getting hurt. Oliver closed his eyes and put his hands over his face. She mentioned trying to pull the cables out of the wall and disabling some of the cameras.

"And then you woke up. You were groggy and didn't have any short-term memory." She licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. "You got excited."

"You were afraid?"

"I didn't want to hurt you," she said, sniffling. "It was an impossible situation, so I tried to talk to you, distract you."

"Did I-"

"No," she said, shaking her head. She remembered him holding her against the wall, his erection beginning to enter her, but she couldn't say anything more. "I tried to be brave and noble about the whole thing. I ended up dissolving into hysterics anyway. But that's what made you stop."

"Stop?"

"You woke up a little more."

"What happened next?"

"You put your head in a sink of cold water. You seemed to clear up a little; you came up with a plan to get Merlyn into the room."

"How?"

"You showed him what he wanted to see." Felicity took in a jerky breath. "You got angry and rough. You shouted a lot and we… struggled." She licked her lips, nervously and touched the swollen spot under her eye. "When you threw me on the bed, my glasses jabbed into my face." She saw his mouth tighten into a thin line. "It had to look realistic. You pretended to get sick and collapse. He came in and you stabbed him with a broken piece of glass from the light cover."

"That's how we got out?"

"Yes." She inhaled deeply. "It was pretty nerve-wracking for me; I didn't know what was going to happen." She choked a little when tears began to fall. "I know you weren't in the driver's seat, and I know you can't remember, but it's just going to take me a little time to stop remembering you like that."

Oliver nodded, accepting her explanation. She tentatively put her arms around his waist and he hugged her to him, gently petting her hair.

"Do you want to be alone for a little while?"

"I just need to get my head back on, straight," she said, nodding.

"I know Merlyn's not a threat right now, but I can ask Diggle or Roy to watch the house."

"I'll be okay," she said, placing her hand on his cheek.

Oliver took a cab back into town and pulled up Lyla Michaels' phone number. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey," she said, softly, and he could hear gurgling noises in the background.

"Sorry to bother you, I just have a quick question," He waited while she handed the baby to her fiancée.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Felicity told me there were cameras in the room where Merlyn kept us. Is there a recording?"

Felicity called Caitlin as soon as she got up in the morning. The biologist told her she had express mailed a bottle of a less-fragrant version of the pheromone-blocking herbal mixture she'd originally given her. She said the new version contained a pheromone that, instead of covering the sex hormone, might neutralize it.

"I took a page from something I read about dogs," she said, adding, "I hope you don't mind."

"No problem."

"Well they've made a spray, it's called 'Lust Buster', and it mimics the scent of a dog who's been bred."

"I've heard of it," Felicity said. "How effective is it?"

"I tested it on Cisco, he seemed fine."

"Okay, so I need to spray it on?"

"It's a body wash, use it twice a day, and there's a spray bottle too, use that before you go out."

"Okay."

"Are you really okay?"

"No, do you remember when Barry was affected by the meta-human who made people angry?"

"Yeah."

"Two hundred times worse."

"Do you need to get out of the city? You can come and stay with me if you want."

"Being around familiar surrounding is good for me," she said. "I'm going to order some Thai food and marathon some streaming shows."

"Call me if you have any immediate reactions, rash, burning, itching. Just let me know."

Felicity hung up after promising to keep Caitlin updated. She cleaned her apartment, called and checked in with Roy and Diggle. Oliver didn't answer when she tried his phone. When her doorbell rang, she answered it and was surprised to see Amanda Waller standing in her doorway.

"Ms. Smoak, may I have a word?"

"Uh, okay."

Felicity stepped aside and let the other woman in. She offered her a seat.

"Can you tell me about the effects of this synthetic hormone?"

"You get right to the point, don't you?" Waller wasn't in business as a hospital where specially trained counselors comforted and soothed, and ARGUS didn't have a Women's Crisis Center. "You want to know how effective it is, right?" Felicity didn't hide her irritation. "Something that can make men vulnerable to seduction with minimal effort would be useful to someone like you."

"It's the job of someone like me," she replied, "-to find and exploit every resource at my disposal in order to run my team."

"I'm not your resource, Ms. Waller. I was going to cooperate as a courtesy for rescuing us, but you have Malcolm Merlyn and I'm the one who gave him to you. "

"You could be-" she began, slowly.

"Ms. Waller, I've had a hellish week, a worse day, and yes, you could do many unpleasant things in order to force my cooperation." She stood up and faced the other woman. "It's what you do. I get it, but let's cut the bullshit. I was considered collateral damage by a psychopath who wanted to tear my life to shreds by using drugs to force a good man to do something he could never take back and never forgive himself for. I don't see you taking the moral high ground when that opportunity presents itself again. And I won't help you destroy someone else's life because you need a victim."

"Ms. Smoak, I understand you've had a traumatic experience, but I'm someone who wants to protect the people around me, just like you."

"The difference between you and me, Ms. Waller, is that there are lines I won't cross."