A/N: Spoilers ahead if you haven't seen 2x14. Writing high!Felicity is fun. Just had a need for some more time between Digg and Felicity. That man is awesome and deserves all the kudos. And there's some canonesque olicity in here as well.

Enjoy!

The room was doing that soft, wavy thing it did when she'd had too much clear liquor. Gin, vodka, that unfortunate experience with grain her junior year. Her cheek still tingled where Oliver's hand had been and she caught herself humming again. She was happy. She'd just had a bullet wound stitched up but she was happy. Part of her thought that sounded strange, but she was just going to go with it.

There was the sound of someone moving, the footsteps echoing much louder than they should of, and she wondered if her extra sensitive hearing had anything to do with whatever Digg had given her.

She looked up, still smiling to see the man himself standing in front of her, looking down with a barely contained grin.

"How you feeling?"

"Oliver said I'd always be his girl," she couldn't help but smile wider at the memory,

"That right?" Digg replied, hand coming out to cup her uninjured shoulder and keep her steady. "You're swaying, you know."

"I am?" she asked in confusion, pulling back and narrowing her eyes at him, "Maybe you're swaying,"

She looked down and saw the too big shirt was still unbuttoned and she suddenly had a new focus. All her attention was now concentrated on getting her hurt arm through the sleeve.

"Need a hand?"

"Nope. I'm all good. Doesn't even hurt." she said, only feeling the slightest twinge as she slid her arm in slowly, wiggling her fingers at the end and giggling because she could only see the very tips of her painted nails at the end. "Oliver's shirt is too big for me,"

Digg snorted, "Yeah, funny thing, huh?"

"You're funny, John. But I'm mad at you too." she said suddenly, "You blabbed things to Oliver. You didn't need to do that. I'm a big girl. His girl." she repeated, the goofy grin spreading across her face again.

"You can be mad at me." he said easily, "But he needed to know. And sometimes Oliver isn't too good at noticing things that are right in front of him."

"Ha!" she barked out a high, sharp laugh, "That, my friend may be the understatement of the year. No...maybe the decade."

"And maybe he's not the only one," Digg added,

She lifted her head at that and tried to look at him without moving but she wasn't successful. "I...I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean."

"Mmmhmm" was the only response she got and she dropped her attention back to the buttons.

The small pearl circles proved to be worthy adversaries and it took much more time and effort than she ever would have thought to get each one through their holes. At one point she huffed in frustration and maybe whined a bit. Enough that Digg offered to help but she swatted his hand away and turned on the stool petulantly.

When she had succeeded she threw one fist in the air and would have tumbled ungracefully to the ground if Digg hadn't caught her about the waist. "Whoa there, might want to save the celebrations for when you can keep from falling over."

"Now where would the fun be in that? Oh, and I did it. Go me!"

"High accomplishment for someone as intelligent as you," he quipped and looked on with wide eyes as Felicity Smoak stuck her tongue out at him.

"Don't try and bring me down. I did a good thing. I beat that guy at his own game. And I saved Sara, and I even got my very own scar."

He tugged her off the stool, not budging as she fell against him. "I could have done without the last part." and she felt him let out a long sigh,

She wrapped her good arm around his waist and squeezed as hard as she could, "Sorry, Digg," she mumbled into his jacket,

"Everything okay?" Oliver's voice came from behind them and she turned too fast, the lair swooping unexpectedly as Digg steadied her from behind.

"It's good. All good. Digg's not happy I got shotted...shat...shot...He's not happy I got shot. I'm not happy either. That would be a weird thing to be happy about," she said with a distracted shake of her head as Oliver approached.

"I'm not happy you got shot either," he said quietly and there was more going on there than she could understand in the moment.

She saw him lift his eyes to look at Digg over her head and gave an irritated grunt. She hated when they did that.

"I'll go pull the car up so you don't have to walk that far," Digg said, making sure she was steady on her feet before he stepped away.

Oliver came closer, his hands poised to catch her, but she widened her stance and gave him a slightly haughty tilt of her chin.

"I figured you'd be mad at me." she said into the quiet, "I mean, I know you were all growly when you found me on the ground and Sara told you what I had done, but...just a bit ago...I thought you'd be mad and tell me I couldn't go out in the field anymore and…"

"Felicity," he said evenly, hand dropping to her good shoulder effectively cutting off her words, "Seeing you hurt...yes...I wanted to tell you to never step foot outside the lair again. Because you're not supposed to be the one with scars. You're...the best of all of us. You're the heart of this team and...if you think I don't think you capable or that I don't trust you in the field, it's not that. I'm trying to keep you from turning into me."

And even though the drugs she'd been given were working well his words cut straight through and she understood perfectly.

Lifting a hand she shuffled forward and laid it on his chest, "Did you ever think that maybe I'm trying to turn you into me instead?"

She saw his breath catch and a wave of emotion cross his eyes. They simply stared at each other for a long moment until Digg's heavy steps could be heard on the stairs.

She let her hand drop, but Oliver caught it and gave it a squeeze before he let her go.

Digg came up with her bag and a grey hoodie she'd seen Oliver leave on the table earlier. "You ready to go?"

"You're making me go home?" she wasn't tired, she was good, and floaty, and she liked how her and Oliver could have conversations without words. It made her feel warm inside.

"You're going home, Felicity. And no coming in tomorrow either." Oliver ordered and moved to take the hoodie from Digg,

"You're not the boss of me, Oliver Queen," she snapped, finger pointing into his chest, but when he cocked his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow she stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay, well maybe you are. But it doesn't mean you can tell me when I can or can't come to work."

The corners of his mouth lifted and didn't even notice as he draped the hoodie over her shoulders and helped her put her good arm through. "Then why don't you wait and see how you feel in the morning. But if you don't feel up to it, I'll survive one day, I promise."

"You'll run the company into the ground, Oliver. I might be a little late, but I'll be there." she vowed,

Just as she turned away to follow Digg he caught her fingers and pulled her back gently.

She wasn't expecting him to be so close, and then his hand was on her hip and his palm was on her cheek again and his forehead was pressed into hers. "You scared me tonight," he whispered softly and she tried not to shiver as she felt his breath pass over her face.

"Scared me too," she admitted and he sighed, long and low before his lips brushed her temple and then he was setting her back.

"Get some rest," he ordered, and she could feel his eyes on her back as she carefully made her way to the stairs.

Digg waited for her to go ahead of him and she barely remembered how she got to the car.

When she stumbled in the gravel he gave an exasperated growl and picked her up, making her squealed before she let her head fall against his chest. "You're the best, Digg,"

"Funny how I only hear that when I'm carting you around,"

"It's true." she insisted and he just laughed,

When he was setting her into the passenger seat and making sure her seatbelt was on and not hurting her she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Digg let out a sigh and crouched in the open door, "You know, part of me thinks you're too damn good for him. And the other part of me thinks you're exactly what he needs."

"Oliver kind of said the same thing." she replied, quite certain Digg had not meant what he'd just said,

"Really?"

"He said I was the best of everyone." she suddenly became sober and studied her hands, "I think he thinks he's going to ruin me, but he can't see that I'm trying to save him instead."

Digg bowed his head, and took both her hands in his, "Well he was right about you being the best of all of us. That's the damn truth."

The ride was quiet and she didn't even notice when the car came to a stop at her apartment. It wasn't until she felt her pillow under her head that she realized where she was.

"I left some more pills on the nightstand, along with your phone. Call if you need anything." he directed and she nodded sleepily,

As she floated, she remembered the satisfaction she'd gotten from taking out Tockman, and the pride she'd felt at saving Sara. But it was Oliver's hand on her cheek, and his lips on her forehead, and the scent of his hoodie that she fell asleep to.