A/N: As always thank you for all your support! I am hoping to get more regular with updates but we shall see :P... anyway this does deviate from the film but I promise this is away to get the closer and it's only for a few chapters SO I hope you enjoy regardless!

It had been 2 weeks since Felicity had run out on the accountant; she had decided to have a mini break from Sara trying to set her up. Mainly due to an extensive work life that meant she was doing over time nearly every day.

She had just got home from work, her feet aching and eyes sore. She had the whole weekend off thanks to finishing the project early, which was more thanks to Sara and Lyla pulling all the teams together. She rubbed her feet as she pulled her heels off crashing on to the sofa. She stared at her phone, she had been asked on a date by a guy who ran in to her at the coffee shop earlier that day and he had taken her number saying he'd call later. But she wasn't going to obsess; the front door opening caused her eyes to snap up. Roy walked in, looking a little tired. He seemed to be working even harder than usual, and since Felicity's last date she had noticed that he had hardly mentioned Laurel, and hardly seen her. In silence he dropped his keys on the table pulling his tie loose and dropping on the sofa beside her with a loud sigh.

"Nice to finally see you too." Felicity teased and Roy glanced at her with a smile.

"Well hey I can't help how hard we're both working."

"How's the business going?" He sat up straighter a grin spreading across his face.

"Amazing, I have more clients, more houses and Thea is working wonders. She's amazing that girl, seriously for her age she sure knows how to promote something." Felicity raised an eyebrow.

"For her age?"

"Yeh well we talk that much on the phone we're going to get to know each other..."

"How's Laurel?" Felicity asked still rubbing her feet; she didn't even need to look to see him instantly tense up.

"She's fine."

"Right... I mean could you be more vague."

"Felicity." Her eyes snapped to his then as she frowned.

"What? What's happened?"

"Nothing..." He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck. "I just... I love her, I care about her but I don't think I'm in love with her anymore." Felicitys mouth fell open.

"I mean I care and she's amazing but she wants to settle now, she has the career and she wants a family... I understand but I feel like we're heading in two different directions." Felicity shook her head at the familiar wording.

"Please tell me you've spoke to her?"

"Well... We had a chat. We spoke and we're still together but we're going to take some time to figure out what we want and then we're going to talk again."

"So you decided you don't love her?"

"No I love her but I don't think I'm in love with her... Felicity I just..." He sighed loudly, leaning on the sofa letting his head rest on the back of it.

"Maybe you need a break."

"What?"

"Get away from here for the weekend. Just think about what you really want, no conversations with anyone." He looked up at her then staring into her eyes.

"Yeh... I might go for a hike or something."

"It's entirely your choice maybe getting away for a bit will clear your head."

"Yes, can I use the car?"

"Of course as long as it's back for Monday."

"Of course..."

"Oh and you let me know where you're going."

"Fliss you could just track my phone, we both know you've done it before." He said standing up.

"Hey that was for your own safety."

"And I'm not complaining, now what do you want Chinese? Tai? Italian?"

"Oh how about some pizza?"

"I'll go get it."

"Thank you." She said watching him slowly leave the apartment again. Her phone ringing made her jump, the coffee guys name bouncing on the screen.

A day later.

She had decided on a black dress, cut outs on her sides and back, coming to mid thigh it clung to her showing off her curves. With how little she'd been eating lately she was glad she could pull this dress off.

She stepped into Verdant, it was busy as ever and Diggle glanced her up and down.

"Don't you think that's a bit much for a first date?"

"Hey." She said patting him on the chest. "No funny business, I'm here with you and Oliver watching... So nothing is going to happen." Diggle crossed his arms over his chest, quirking up an eyebrow.

"Yeh well I'm right here... And I still don't know what's happening with you two?" He said gesturing at her and then Oliver behind the bar.

"Nothing, nothing is happening. Dig we're friends, sort of... Plus you guys are so vague about him I'm sort of intrigued." Diggle chuckled shaking his head.

"You and mysteries." She smiled wide then.

"So which table am I?" She asked.

"Your guys sat at table 5, the booth." He pointed over to a guy who was sat there drumming his hand on the table, looking nervous.

"Did you say something to him?" She asked spinning her head around.

"Nope." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I swear I wasn't the one who talked to him." She glanced over at Oliver then whose eyes were trained on her date.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No... Let's just say I've never been prouder of him." She shook her head heading towards her date.

They were an hour in, Stuart was a nice enough guy, he had a lovely smile and he genuinely seemed interested. They chatted and ate with ease, she actually quite liked him, up until the point where he mentioned that he still lived with his mother, which wasn't a big deal, till he told her that she literally did everything for him. After that she wasn't sure what to think, she didn't want a guy who couldn't at least do his own laundry.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." She said softly, standing as she got up she glanced at Oliver who gave her a quizzical look. She frowned shaking her head, when suddenly her heel got caught and before she had time to react she came crashing down. She felt her head hit something hard, and all she heard was the clatter and smash of glasses around her. Then suddenly there were people above her.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Stuarts voice cut through then came another.

"Back off!" Oliver sound angry and she blinked trying to focus. "Hey are you okay?"

He cupped her cheek, and she saw the concern flash in his eyes. Her heart was beating faster as she sat up slightly. She could feel something sticky running down her face; she reached up to touch it then glanced at her fingers to see blood.

"Wow..." She said, glancing around her. The table was over turned smashed glass surrounding her. Stuart was stood next to Dig both looking uncomfortable. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as everyone was staring at her. "I'm sorry." She mumbled trying to stand.

"Hey, it's okay... Let me help you." He helped her stand her heel broken so she bent down to remove it when Oliver stopped her.

"Huh?"

"There is glass all over the floor, that's not a good idea." She didn't say anything as he looped an arm around her helping her hobble to a stool by the bar.

"Ouch." She said as she sat. Oliver looked at her eyes wide as his hands went to the wound on her head.

"I'm going to take you to hospital; I think you need stitches... Does anywhere else hurt?"

"Just my ankle a little."

"I'll take her." Dig said standing beside them.

"No it's fine. I saw exactly what happened I'll do it."

"Oliver..." Diggle said straightening up.

"Guys!" Felicity said standing up off the chair, suddenly she felt dizzy, her legs like jelly and she crumbled. Oliver scooped her up in his arms before she fully dropped. She blinked rapidly.

"Lock up for me Dig." Oliver said staring at him.

"Okay, look after her and let me know what's going on."

"Of course, on all counts." His grip tightened slightly around her pulling her closer. She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck her head resting on his shoulder eyes closed.

"Room spinning." She mumbled.

"It's okay Felicity I got you." He smelt like pancakes, fruit and leather, she frowned at the odd combination and there was something completely him too. Before she knew it she was being lowered into the seat of a car, and the belt put around her. She watched as Oliver slid behind the wheel before driving off with haste.

It had been several hours. She'd had various tests, scans, even been cleaned up and stitched. Now she was tired, really tired.

"Miss Smoak?" The doctor said slipping into the room.

"Yep that's me." She said raising her hand. "I mean he clearly doesn't look like a miss..." She said pointing at Oliver. "Look at him, broad shoulders, chiselled jaw, dreamy blue eyes." She sighed and the doctor glanced at Oliver.

"Painkillers." He replied bluntly. "Apparently her already little brain to mouth filter is none existent when she's on them." He shrugged with a smile.

"Okay... Well Miss Smoak we have all your tests back. There is no bleeds, no swelling, and no fractures. The gash on your head has been stitched and the rest of the cuts from the glass are minimal and will heal."

"Okay." She said nodding not really focusing on him.

"However we do recommend that you don't stay alone for the next 24 hours just in case." Her eyes snapped to his then.

"My brother isn't in town; he's gone away for the weekend... And I don't want to put on Diggle or Lyla she's pregnant... And Sara's busy with Nyssa." She looked so sad as she whispered. "I... I don't have anyone." Her head dropped.

"If that's the case you'll have to-"

"You have me." Oliver butted in; he reached for her hand smiling softly as she looked at him with pure shock. "I can stay with you, as long as you want or till someone else becomes available." She stared into his eyes unsure what she was meant to say. Surely he wasn't offering to take care of her?

"Yes I am." He said a small smile gracing his lips.

"I can't ask that of you... We don't really know each other."

"Well it's a great way to get to know each other." She smiled glancing back at the doctor.

"Well I'll just get your discharge papers."

Oliver carried Felicity into her apartment he had called Dig at the hospital explaining the situation saying he wouldn't be at work tomorrow. Diggle, although a little reluctant, agreed for Oliver to take care of her.

He immediately took her straight to her bedroom without even asking her where it was. He ever so gently sat her on it, he glanced at her softly and his eyes sparkled in the darkness.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked softly, she smiled dopily at him.

"I need to take my contacts out, brush my hair, remove my makeup..." She tried to stand but Oliver pushed her back on the bed.

"You can't move, I'm here to help." She sighed.

"Okay." He casually got up handing her a mirror before turning the lights on. He closed her curtains as she removed her contacts; he found the makeup wipes easily passing then to her as he then found the brush. He took the things out of her hands throwing them in the bin and placing the mirror back.

"Ouch." She winced as she brushed her hair; suddenly his large hand engulfed hers. "What are you-" she stopped when he knelt on the bed behind her and ever so gently brushed her hair. The brush, his fingers so soft, his tenderness threw her completely. She couldn't help the content sighs that escaped her as his fingers rubbed her aching scalp. His finger tips were rough but so gentle. Oliver was in awe of how soft her hair was, he would have washed it for her to remove the dried in blood but he didn't think it was advisable tonight. When he stopped, she whimpered slightly and his heart beat a little quicker.

"So good wow Oliver... No wonder you got all those women in your bed." He froze instantly and her eyes widened, she span her head to meet him. "I didn't mean that but your fingers, damn they were magical and I should probably stop talking in 3...2...1." He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he got off the bed.

"What about your dress?" He asked not meeting her eyes. She looked down remembering what she was wearing.

"A little help, please." She gestured towards the zip and he instantly pulled it down before turning his back towards her. "I don't have anything to wear that doesn't go over my head." Oliver looked down, noticing the blue shirt he was wearing, at once he unbuttoned it, then handed it to her.

"Here."

"I... I can't do that..."

"It's fine." He said softly as he felt her hand take it. "Right I'll just be right outside, you get some sleep."

"Okay." He heard her whisper as he walked into the living room. Her sofa had several cushions and a throw; he knew he'd make do with that tonight. He pulled off his black t-shirt he had been wearing underneath, toed off his shoes and socks. Then looked at his jeans, he shouldn't remove them because this was a strangers house after all and if anyone walked in to find him here. He shook his head as he went to lie on the sofa, it was just a little too small for his 6 foot 1 frame, but he would make do. He saw the light in Felicity's room go off as he pulled the throw over himself.

He didn't know how long it had been when he heard a door creak open, and tiny footsteps. He bolted up. His eyes instantly landing on Felicity wearing his blue shirt, it was huge on her hanging off one shoulder, going to her mid-thigh. He would be kidding if he didn't think that image looked so sexy, but he didn't want to do that to Felicity so he swallowed thickly before looking up, he could see tears in her eyes now and instantly he was on his feet.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"I... I can't sleep... Head." She closed her eyes wobbling slightly. In one easy move he lifted her up and took her back into the bedroom, he gently lay her down again pulling the covers over her.

"What do you need?" He asked as he bent down beside her bed, her hand in his.

"Sleep with me." She whispered.

"What?" He replied instantly his hand pulling from hers, he watched as he saw the hurt flash across her face, watched her curl up into a ball her defences really not working. "Felicity-"

"It's okay I understand... Why would you want to get into bed with me, we don't know each other and you could totally be a murderer and I wouldn't know but I don't think you are, I feel like I can trust you and that's rare but I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable... I just wanted to be held..." She closed her eyes as the tears dropped down her face, and he couldn't take it, he couldn't watch her cry. Slowly but surely he walked round to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. "Oliver you don't-"

"Shhhh... I thought you meant sex... But this, this I can do." She turned to face him and he wrapped an arm around her pulling her into his side. Her soft, warm skin was so delicate under his touch. She placed her head on his heart, listening to the steady beat soothing her head.

"Thank you." She whispered as his hand fell to her hip.

"It's okay, now get some sleep." They lay in silence for a little while before she spoke again.

"Oliver?"

"Yes..."

"Why can't I find a nice guy..."

"Hey you can, I'll find you one, I promise." She nodded.

"Oh and I want to ask about your past." He froze instantly. "But I don't wanna do it whilst drugged so promise me we can talk tomorrow." He hesitated briefly, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do but found himself speaking anyway.

"Of course, now go to sleep." She nodded again before nuzzling further into his side.