AN: So, here's the next part. I got this requested on Tumblr, and thought why not, because I would actually like to see something like this on the show too. I tried (and immensely failed) to write some of this in Oliver's perspective, but I just feel more comfortable sticking to Felicity. Anyhoooo, I hope you guys like this!

Felicity felt like death.

It was a rare occurrence for her to get ill. In fact, the last time she had managed to catch the flu was near three years ago. Her immune system hardly let her down.

It was finally taking a break from protecting her.

She stalked into the Foundry, her eyes red and her nose blotchy as she headed straight for her desk.

"Oh no," she muttered, before a sneezing fit followed.

"I think that's the first time I witnessed someone sneeze twelve times in a row."

She turned around, the crumpled tissues still covering her nose as she realized she wasn't exactly alone. Wiping her nose, she sniffled as she rolled her eyes.

"That's nothing compared to what my co-workers had to put up with today. At one point, I thought my ovaries would fall out from all the hardcore sneezing taking place," she blurted, before realizing that it was Oliver she was talking to, and not her best friend, "I mean, not that it's possible. Or that you needed to know that. It just felt that way. Okay, you need to shut me up before I start talking about my -"

Oliver smiled, shaking his head as he took a step forward, tugged her into his arms and kissed her. Her hands snaked their way up his forearms as he nipped at her unpainted, bottom lip.

"You can't work like this," he said, causing her hands to still against his arms.

"What? I'm fine. I've just got the flu. Also, I'd like to point out that you kissed me, so you'll probably be catching the flu as well," she couldn't help but talk today, it seemed. Being ill stopped her from even acknowledging her thoughts before her mouth spilled them out.

"It's clearly taking its toll, Felicity."

She narrowed her eyes at him, ready to argue him to the ground. But before she could get a word out, she started sneezing again. This time, he rolled his eyes.

"Sit down on the sofa. Why did you even go to work in this state? You need to rest. I'll order some hot soup and get some painkillers for you. Or something along those lines?" he second-guessed himself. But Felicity didn't answer. She was looking up at him with an odd expression on her face, as if she was trying to figure something out.

"Are you trying to look after me, Oliver?"

Her voice was quiet, as if she didn't mean to say it out loud. He looked down at her, sitting on the sofa, a bundle of tissues in her hand, her face pale and her eyes rimmed with red.

Oddly enough, she was still beautiful in her own way.

"Yes, I am. Now, play nice and tell me if I'm on the right tracks. Soup, blanket, some painkillers and I'm guessing a DVD or two? Want some junk or a hot water bottle too?" he guided her to the sofa, making sure she plonked herself down before running a hand down her hair.

It seemed that Oliver couldn't help his actions when around Felicity.

"I don't mind the junk, as long as there's lots of chocolate. As Professor Lupin said, chocolate is the cure for Dementor attacks, and this certainly is one. I'll pick a DVD from the pile," she suggested, and he nodded, heading upstairs.

When he came back into the Foundry, she was curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped tightly around her and the remote in her hand.

"I've got the goods. Saddle up," he smiled, sitting next to her. He pulled out the painkillers and the water bottle from the paper bag, handing it to her as he dropped the plastic bag filled with junk between them.

"Soup's take out, because I draw the line at even trying to cook. I don't want to poison you," he added, and she laughed, utterly moved at his behaviour.

Here was the supposedly terrifying vigilante; grinning at her while he held the plastic soup bowl in his hands.

"You're a teddy bear, Oliver Queen," she teased, and nearly laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

"Teddy bear? Did you just call me a teddy bear?" he asked, disbelief colouring his voice. She rolled her eyes, dropping the water bottle to the side and pulling the soup from his hands.

"Yes – don't even deny it! I mean, come on. You're the Hood, sitting here with your IT geek, tending to her while she's ill. That's not terrifying, that's just super cute. Plus, you're going to watch Harry Potter with me. Don't even try telling me you're not a teddy bear!"

"I'm pretty sure I can put the fear of God into you again, Felicity Smoak," he argued, yanking on the blanket she had cocooned around herself. She couldn't help but squeal, trying to hold the soup steady in her hand. He shook it out, before throwing it over both of them.

"Now, be good, or I'll tie you up."

"Will you gag me too to shut me up?"

The silence was suddenly overwhelming.

"That came out completely, utterly wrong. We are going to ignore the last few seconds. Oh my God," she muttered under her breath, turning her head to the side as she shook her head.

Trust her to blurt out something like that. She had to work on controlling her mouth – and there she did it again.

"I think it's time we start watching Harry Potter and – wait, which one is it?" he asked, drawing her out of her incoherent mumbling. The faint smile on his face didn't go by her.

"It's the fourth one, Goblet of Fire. The fifth one came out while you were on the island, learning how to shoot people with an arrow, so I thought we'd just go from this one. Wanna share the soup?"

They stayed under the blanket, his arm snaked around her waist as they shared the soup and junk.

He woke up to the sounds of whimpering.

Oliver didn't remember the last time he had moved so fast. Realizing that Felicity wasn't next to him, he jumped up, calling for her.

"Don't come in," he picked up on her quiet, rough voice. Moving over to where the bathroom was situated, he ignored her protests and pushed the door open.

There she was, on the floor, puking her guts out.

There were times when Oliver thought he had left everything on the island. There were times he couldn't connect, couldn't empathize; couldn't feel. There were times when he worried he would never know how to react to something that was natural.

But there were times when he even surprised himself.

Moving over to her, he pulled her blonde locks back, holding the curly mass of hair at the nape of her neck as he reached for the sink a few steps away and got the water running. She sighed as her stomach gave her a break, and just closed her eyes as she felt the cool water droplets on her neck. She was beyond embarrassed – who would want Oliver Queen to witness them throw up?

Not this geek.

"I hate being ill. Especially when the guy I have a major crush on has to witness me throwing up my small intestines too. Didn't I say not to come in? But no, you being all… you just had to," she muttered, too tired to even bother getting up. Oliver moved over to grab one of the smaller towels, holding it under the water for a few seconds before handing it to her.

"The guy you're crushing on is standing right here, and it takes much more than being sick to put me off. Want me to carry you back to the sofa, or is the kidneys planning on coming up too?" he said sarcastically, annoyed at her comment. He knew women had some sort of qualm to a guy witnessing them being ill or whatever the hell they thought made them weak – didn't mean that he wasn't going to help her.

Felicity looked up from her position, and mentally scolded herself.

"I'm sorry. Ignore me – I tend to say much more stupid things when ill. I just don't want you seeing me in such a state, because even I wouldn't want to see myself in this state," she tried to explain herself as she pushed up from the floor. Oliver immediately held out a hand, and she took it, steadying herself as she moved over to the sink, "I'll be out right away, let me just wash my hair and brush my teeth."

He nodded, and gave her the privacy she was asking for. When she returned, he pulled her down onto the sofa and covered them with the blanket.

"Whenever I was ill, my father used to tell me this one story."

Felicity fell asleep to his low voice and soothing touches.

I also want to point out that these are just supposed to be little cute, funny one-shots of their interactions. It doesn't follow the show and while I do love writing dark, angst filled fics, I don't really want to do that for Olicity. I just wanted to get that out the way, in case anyone doesn't like the way I write it or something along those lines. *moonwalks away while blowing kisses*