A/N: Set directly after Sara regains her soul. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
Felicity widened her stance as Oliver's weight grew heavier. The arm he had wrapped around her shoulders loosened and when she felt him sway her head shot up, the hand she had clenched in his shirt now being used to help pull him towards her.
"Oliver!" she cried worriedly, knowing she couldn't keep him up if he collapsed.
"He's been whammied, luv, just needs a few minutes to get his sea legs again." Constantine supplied from where he leaned against the railing looking just as winded as Oliver.
Digg was at her side in an instant grabbing Oliver's other arm as they led him away from the platform and towards the circular table they'd installed for team meetings.
With the Lance's reuniting, Felicity's head only turned back once to see Sara, the real Sara, being held by her father while Laurel sat next to her looking exhausted but elated.
They got Oliver to a chair where he more collapsed than sat, Digg's hand clamping on her shoulder in support as Thea approached, sliding a bottle of water in front of her brother. She exchanged a look with Felicity over his head then turned towards the platform, seemingly unable to look away from the newly souled Sara.
Felicity's hands skimmed up Oliver's arms to his face, cupping his jaw as she tilted his head towards her, "Oliver...what happened?"
"I'm okay." he said, a little shakily but stronger than she expected. With a deep breath his eyes cut the same way as Thea's, the Lance's reunion continuing, but she saw him catch Constantine's gaze and nod.
"You don't look okay. You look like you just went through a fight with some mirakuru soldiers."
He gave her a soft smile, more to reassure her than anything and she knew it but it made her feel better. With a sigh she let her hands fall to his chest, scooting her chair closer until it bumped into his and there wasn't so much as air between them.
"What happened to you? What did you see?"
He shook his head sharply, eyes shutting tight for a moment and she thought he might stubbornly stay silent, but then he looked up and before she could ask again his mouth was crushed against hers.
There was a desperation in the kiss she'd never experienced with him before, and though her lips were warm from his touch the rest of her felt cold at the thought of whatever had made him that scared.
When he pulled back his forehead pressed hard into hers, and it took three ragged breaths and another brush of his lips across her temple before he began to talk.
"It not what I saw, it's...where we went, where her soul was trapped I...I've never felt anything like that before. And John he…" Oliver scrubbed both palms over his face, shaken by what he'd experienced. All she could do was press closer and let him know without a doubt that he was safe and whole.
"...he said we'd be trapped there if it all went pear shaped." Constantine said from behind them.
Felicity only turned her head far enough to see the self professed master of the dark arts stumble to a stop.
He shook his head like a wet dog, and then stood straight like nothing had happened to him. "It's a hopeless place, luv, trapped in a never ending cycle of fighting for you soul."
She felt the bottom of her stomach drop as the realization that Oliver could have been just as lost as Sara if their attempt had failed rolled through her.
"Did you know this? Before I collected what you asked me to including that worthless peacock feather? Did you know that he might not make it out?" because the thought that she could have lost him again was making her head swim, but the anger directed at the man who had put him in danger she could focus on.
Felicity didn't even realize she'd stood, placing herself in front of Oliver as she stared down the rumpled Brit before her. Deep down she knew that even with all the information Oliver still would have chosen to go because it was the only way to save Sara, but that didn't mean she didn't get to express her fury over them not being told everything.
"Felicity-" Oliver's calm voice came from behind her but she didn't back down, not even when he stood, one hand wrapping around her waist to lay across her middle and tug her back against him. "I knew the risks when I went in. Maybe not all of them, but I knew something like what we were trying to do wouldn't be easy."
She narrowed her eyes even further at Constantine who only seemed amused at her reaction. "That doesn't-" she began only to be cut off as Oliver turned her, eyes boring down into hers.
"There wasn't a chance in hell or wherever we were that I was going to get caught there. I have too much to live for."
The lump in her throat was too thick to talk through so she answered him the only way she knew how, by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
"Well, I've got a cocktail of sorts to make for our fully restored friend. Always helps to make certain the soul stays where it belongs."
Oliver pulled back, stroking one hand down her face before he addressed Constantine, "John. Thank you."
He merely flicked off a jaunty salute as he headed back towards the platform, stopping when he hit the steps, "Keep this one, Oliver. I like a bird whose got some fight in her." he replied with a wink, which though intended to be lewd almost seemed like a compliment.
The Lance's were climbing to their feet as she and Oliver joined them, Sara still wrapped in her father's hold and it didn't appear as if the man intended on letting her go anytime soon.
"Ollie? Felicity?" Sara rasped hoarsely, but any trace of the wild killer they'd been dealing with was now gone.
"Hey, Sara, I'm really glad you're not dead again." Felicity choked out, unable to keep herself from moving forward to hug her friend.
Sara hugged her back, the strength that had always been there still evident.
Oliver was right there when they let go, Sara stepping away from her father to hug him as well. "Thank you, Ollie. Laurel told me what you did, I...just...thank you."
"Always, Sara." his voice was shaky as well, "I'm glad you're okay."
When they moved apart his arm immediately went around Felicity, drawing her tight to his side and she couldn't help turning into his chest, her face nuzzling against his throat for a second as a reminder that he was alive and with her and it had all worked out.
Sara smiled when she saw the gesture. "I guess you finally came to your senses?" she said with a nod to the two of them.
"Yeah," he said simply, but the love she knew that was pouring out of him was enough for anyone to see.
"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you home so you can rest." Captain Lance said, reaching a hand out for Sara which she took.
Quentin looked hard at Oliver, then to Constantine who had a capped bottle waiting in his hands. "Thank you."
They both nodded, and while Sara was getting instructions on when to take whatever it was that Constantine had made for her Felicity let Oliver walk her off the platform towards the exit.
"We should go home too. You need to sleep." she said as he punched in the code for the elevator.
They walked through the open doors and he was silent until they shut, then she found herself pressed against the opposite wall, Oliver's hot mouth latched onto her neck as his hand worked it's way under her top.
"We're going home, but not to sleep."
Inside the lair …
"Dammit!" Thea cried, causing everyone to turn their heads towards her.
But all it took was one wave of a hand towards the various screens around the space for them to understand.
"Ollie forgot about the cameras in the elevator. Again."
