A/N: This is a short fill in that addresses Oliver's injury and the response that we didn't get to see in 4x04.

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"Oliver!"

Felicity's sharp cry pierced everyone's comms and the silence that followed sent a swirling thread of fear straight into her stomach.

The lights dimmed again in the lair as she rose to her feet, the new chair she still didn't have adjusted correctly skidding backwards until it came to a stop against the opposite desk. Two beats later the screens dimmed and all she could hear was static.

"No! Oliver!" she cried into nothingness, the static that met her ringing in her ears until it faded away.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes before resorting to calling Digg's cell.

"John!"

"He's fine, Felicity. So are the rest of us by the way."

"I heard-"

"He'll need a few stitches, but he's walking under his own steam. Lance has Warner. We're heading back now."

A woosh of relief flowed through her as the call disconnected, the screens on her monitors choosing then to come back to life.

When she heard them arriving through the back entrance she headed straight for the medical area, already pulling down gauze and a suture kit, having to only take a moment to calm her trembling fingers. Oliver was fine, she repeated to herself. But it somehow didn't make the lump in her throat disappear.

She tried not to look up when she saw them out of her periphery, but it was impossible. Her eyes flew to his, blue locking on blue, even behind glasses and a mask the connection immediate and sure.

He headed straight towards her, only a slight lean to one sign even betraying he'd been injured. Felicity froze, unable to drop her gaze until he was right next to her. When her hand reached out to lay against the inside of his elbow she shuddered at the warmth. He was alive. He was fine.

"Hey," he said softly, hand cupping her own elbow as he stared down at her, blocking out everyone and everything else. "I'm okay."

"I know." she said quickly, dropping her head and trying to turn back to the cabinets she'd been pulling supplies from but he wouldn't let her.

"Felicity…"

"The system glitched again. Right after I heard you yell out in pain and then the comms went dead. I didn't know. I didn't have eyes. I didn't have ears. I didn't know if you were okay or not." she said in a rush, blinking rapidly to keep the hot rush of tears at bay.

He pulled her into him, one hand gripping her hip, the other splayed across her back and with a stuttered exhale she let him hold her.

One hundred beats. That's how long she stood there, ear pressed into his chest. She counted silently until she reached one hundred then she took a deep breath and pushed back, rising on her toes long enough to brush a kiss across his lips before she gave him a tight smile.

"Okay. Off with it. Let me get you cleaned up before Digg puts the stitches in and then I have a very important email to send."

Oliver quirked an eyebrow at her as he undid his jacket, "Email?"

"Oh yes. Cisco is getting a very tersely worded message and a mostly harmless virus until he fixes your suit."

"What?" he asked in confusion, brows drawing together in a way that usually made her think about how adorable he was but just then she was still too hyped up on adrenaline and ensuring this never happened again.

"Your suit, Oliver. The very suit that is supposed to protect you from all things pointy and projectile...y." she said with a wave of her hand as she spun back to grab the antiseptic. "Cisco needs to explain why the kevlar is not integrated into the entire suit."

"Felicity, I'm sure it's not a design flaw on Cisco's part."

She stopped him with a hard look, "Barry's suit doesn't have this problem."

Oliver paused with the zipper halfway down his chest, eyes raising to meet hers.

"You said you were sending him a virus, right?"