Tumblr Prompt: Olicity + trapped in a room for *reasons* BUT it's while they're fighting (a la 2x10)
I definitely didn't intend for this to be as angsty and it turned out, but I guess that's just the mood I was in while I was writing.
Thanks, again, to everyone who's been reading and reviewing and enjoying my prompts collection! It's been so much fun to write!
Felicity descended upon Oliver the second she heard his footsteps on the foundry stairs. They were heavy, which usually meant he'd be tired and grumpy, but she didn't care because they had a few things to discuss.
As soon as he reached the bottom she had him by the arm and was pulling him across the lair, past Diggle and Roy, who stared after them in bewilderment. She shoved him into a utility closet and shut the door behind them.
Just as confused as his partners on the other side of the door, Oliver blinked a few times and turned around to face Felicity, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could make out a very distinct scowl on her face.
"What are you doing?" Oliver asked tentatively, though he had a pretty good idea about why she looked so pissed.
Felicity narrowed her eyes and took a small step forward, poking a finger into the his chest. "We need to talk. In private. Immediately."
"In the utility closet?" He teased, quirking an eyebrow.
Felicity wasn't interested in verbal foreplay, however. "Don't be cute, Oliver. What the hell is the matter with you?" She said, folding her arms across her chest and raising her eyebrows expectantly.
He considered playing coy but knew it would be pointless, so he gave her a small, noncommittal shrug.
"Ok, fine. Since you're suddenly at a loss for words I'll recap for you," Felicity said, Oliver's casual reaction doing little to quell the fury growing inside her.
"You followed my date home last night and threatened to Arrow him to death."
Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line to keep from chuckling at the memory of her date backed up against the wall of his own apartment building, begging The Arrow to let him live.
"The guy peed his pants, Felicity," he said, now unable to hold back a satisfied smile. "I just went there to talk to him. I didn't even have my bow!"
"It's not funny, Oliver. He called and told me he couldn't see me again because he didn't want to 'Mess with The Arrow's girl,'" she said, making air quotes in front of Oliver's face.
"What do you want me to say, Felicity?" Oliver felt inexplicable irritation creeping up on him and tried to maintain an even tone. "That guy wasn't good enough for you, anyway. I did you a favor."
Her eyes widened, and she closed what small distance was left between them. Oliver could feel the tension radiating from her in the confines of the small space. They were toe-to-toe, and even though Oliver had a good six-inches of height on Felicity, she met his eyes with steely determination.
"That is not for you to decide," she bit out. "You had no right to do what you did!"
"I don't care."
"What do you mean you don't care?" she stared up at him incredulously. The ghost of a grin he'd been wearing had vanished and was replaced by an expression that Felicity interpreted as a cross between petulance and longing.
"I don't care," he said again, hovering over her in a way that made his enemies cower, but Felicity didn't back down. Oliver's voice was calm, but his pulse was racing. I was wrong. I need you. I want to be with you, is what his heart was aching to tell her. But, once again, his head won out. Instead he said, "I want what's best for you."
"You constantly forget that you're not the one who decides what's best for me," she shouted angrily. "You can't keep doing this. I'm not yours!"
Oliver felt like he'd been punched in the gut. She wasn't his. She couldn't be. He'd been very clear about that after their date, after the explosion that almost killed her. Unfortunately, none of that changed how he felt about her or how he knew she felt about him.
He took a half-a-step forward and reached for her hand just as she stepped back and away from his touch. "No, Oliver. This is what I'm talking about," she said, her voice now quiet and resigned.
She trailed off, and for the first time since the door clicked shut behind them, Felicity wasn't looking Oliver in the eye. He swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make everything worse. He couldn't.
"I'm sorry," he said, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her senseless and make them both forget about all the reasons they shouldn't be together. His eyes flickered briefly to her bright pink lips, then back to her face where he saw tears trailing down her cheeks, and he cursed himself for making her cry, again. "Felicity, I'm sorry."
"I can't do this dance anymore, Oliver. You need to figure it out," she sighed sadly, as if she knew her words were futile. "Either you think we can try and make this work or you don't, but you can't keep saying one thing and then acting the complete opposite way."
She paused and noticed that his fingers were twitching, and she wondered if he was aching to touch her as much as she wanted to reach out to him. "You know what I want, and I think you want the same thing, too. But if you won't do it, you have to find a way to let me go."
Before Oliver could respond, Felicity opened the closet door and slipped out. He slumped against the wall and listened as she crossed the foundry floor and exited up the steps. After a couple of minutes he forced himself upright and out of the closet, half-expecting to find Diggle leaning against the med bay table waiting for him, but the foundry was empty.
Oliver's chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of loss and he knew could never give Felicity what she wanted, what he wanted for them.
He looked around the lair and saw signs of Felicity everywhere — From the scans running on her computer, to the bright blue blazer draped over the back of her chair, to the polka dot gym bag that sat next to Diggle's Army green one.
She unknowingly picked apart the wall he'd built around himself, until it was nothing more than rubble at his feet, leaving him open and bare for the first time in his life. She charged into his life and made the foundry a home, turned the three of them a team.
And despite all of that, Oliver had never felt more alone.
