Disclaimer: WB/DC own these characters. I'm only borrowing them for a while. I own the original ideas found in this.

AN: Thank you for returning to this story. Sorry it took so long to update. Sigh. Muse has been busy with other stories, for some reason. What can a person do with such a temperamental soul? Hopefully she will kick butt soon on this story as well. Sigh. Hope you enjoy this new chapter for more Olicity fluffiness.

Previously:

I nodded. I debated whether I wanted Mr. Good-looking to return or not. I wanted to rest, but...

"It's up to you whether you want your visitor to return. I could send him away, but he's been very insistent on staying with you."

He has? And he said we were only...friends? Well, maybe he thinks of me like a little sister. Somehow I sensed he was a man who didn't take 'no' easily.

"Yeah. I guess it'll be all right for him to return."

As I waited for him to return, I wondered if I would ever get my memory back. Tears snuck out from my eyes, and I rolled over and fell asleep.

I slept a dreamless sleep once again. Thank goodness, because the past week was horrendous. Luckily, while I slept, I forgot about forgetting everything about me. So I was momentarily confused when I woke up, not in a familiar bed, but in the hospital and with the gorgeous Oliver beside me. And still without any idea who I was.

"Good evening, Felicity. I hope you slept well."

I gave him a small smile. "Yes, it sure is good sleeping in a real bed and not the death trap those evil men called a bed."

I could tell Oliver was trying not to smile but he didn't win the battle. I doubt there were few battles this man couldn't win. Besides, he sure knew how to smile. I had to remind myself to breathe.

"You don't remember but you always can make me smile. I've never told you before how much I appreciate it."

What a curious thing to say. "Why is that? And why tell me now, when I can't remember anything?"

Oliver gave a shrug, smiling shyly. "I came back to town several years ago after being stranded on a deserted island for five years,"

"Really? That does sound terrible."

"It was. And actually you were the first one to bring a genuine smile to my face after I got back."

Hmm, interesting. I decided to file that tidbit of information for later perusal. Good thing, because a nurse entered the room and interrupted this interesting conversation.

"Miss Smoak, I'm to bring you down to the X-ray department for another CAT scan to see what your brain is up to."

I watched Oliver attempt to hide a smile as he snuck a look at me. I wondered if he thought I would make a smart remark. Actually, I was about to, but I was able to stop myself. "Okay, sounds good, I guess." Looking at Oliver, I asked, "Will you be here when I return?"

I felt kinda funny asking him that. I mean, he seemingly had been there all day, why would he stay any longer? But he smiled at me and said, "No, I plan to stay here until they kick me out. But I think I will grab something from the coffee shop."

"Oh…coffee. That sounds good. I suppose I can't have some?" I ask the nurse, looking at her with an attempt at my most pitiful pleading in my eyes.

She shook her head. "Not yet. We shall see what the results show. And see if any of your memory returns."

Oliver couldn't resist a parting shot. "I wouldn't think a knock on the head would kill your love for coffee. No worries, once you are able to drink that nectar of the gods I will bring you your favorite."

I thought he deserved a smile, so I gave him one as I transferred into the wheelchair with the nurse's assistance. "I shall see you later, then."

So I was poked and prodded again during the scans. And then was irritated when they refused to tell me anything, citing the need for the physician to share the results with me. Even when my voice got a little louder, they refused. Have to admit, they refused quite courteously. Maybe I'm not their worst patient ever. Even though I felt that way at times.

As he promised, Oliver was waiting for me when I returned to my room. He got up from his chair when the nurse brought me over to the bed, as if he was going to help me get up. When I looked at him, he got a funny little blush on his face and sat back down. The nurse apparently didn't observe any of that, but stuck to business and handily assisted me back into the bed without difficulty. After settling me into bed, she gave Oliver a quick smile and left.

"She's quite efficient," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Ah, yeah, I guess so." Oliver shifted slightly in his chair. "You deserve only the best."

I felt my cheeks get a little warm with that remark. I desperately wanted to ask him if there was more to our relationship than friendship, but something held my tongue. He caught my eye, and I found myself falling into those unbelievably deep depths of blue for a moment. I felt he was trying to communicate a level of caring which for some reason he couldn't vocalize.

I gave myself a little shake. "I do appreciate you being here with me. Especially since I don't know anyone else."

Oliver nodded. "Yes, I can certainly understand that. Speaking of which, would you be up for more visitors? Some of your friends have been anxious to see how you are." He quickly added, "But only if you are up to it, since you don't remember them. We don't want you overwhelmed."

"Are they here now?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty about making anyone wait for me.

Oliver chuckled slightly. "Well, Diggle has been most anxious in seeing for himself you are okay."

I was about to ask who this Diggle was, when I remembered. The so-called 'black driver'. Suddenly, I realized something didn't make any sense. I looked over at Oliver in alarm, and my mind went numb.

"What's wrong, Felicity? Are you in pain?" Oliver rushed to my side and gently took my hand in his.

"If Diggle works for the Arrow, how do you know him?"

Oliver's face went white, and he began to stutter for a few seconds until coherent sentences came out of his mouth. "Well, Felicity, Diggle works for the Arrow, as well as working for me as my bodyguard."

I covertly looked at his right hand, which was again displaying his 'tell' of the two fingers being rubbed together. I wondered what to do, whether I should confront him on the apparent lie, when we were interrupted.

"Did I hear my name?" The large black man who I had met yesterday walked in with a huge bouquet of flowers. "I hope Oliver has been behaving himself, Felicity."

I laid back onto my pillows with a small sigh. I looked between the two men, not knowing what to say. Diggle sensed something was wrong, I could tell, but didn't know what to ask.

"Oh, this is so very irritating! Why can't you guys simply fill me in on my life, if you know something? I can't stand this not knowing, and the doctor hasn't said when I would get my memory back."

The two men exchanged another look. Diggle nodded, and Oliver sighed. "Well, Felicity, the doctor recommends we don't do that. Your memory should be allowed to return on its own."

"Well, that's just hogwash! There've been studies proving not telling amnesiacs about their lives could do more harm than good…wait, how do I know that?"

Diggle wrinkled his nose. "Sometimes you're a walking encyclopedia, Felicity, depending upon what you've chosen to research any given week." He asked Oliver, "I wonder if she's right about that."

Oliver sat back in his chair. "Why don't we give it one more day, Felicity, and see what happens? In the meantime, I'm flying in a world-renown neurologist to look at you. He should be here tomorrow."

I swallowed my disappointment. I looked at Mr. Diggle and wondered if I could convince him to tell me something if Oliver hadn't been present. Mr. Diggle winked at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. "That sounds like a good idea to me, Oliver. Don't you think so, Felicity?"

I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Does it matter what I think? I guess I can't make you guys tell me if you don't want to."

Diggle leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Hang in there. We'll get you through this. I'm just so happy you're relatively all right, and back with us. You were certainly missed."

I would've thought it be strange for a relatively unknown man to be kissing me, even only a platonic kiss on the forehead, but it seemed oddly familiar to me. And very comforting, so I decided to go with it.

"Thank you, Mr. Diggle for rescuing me. Wanna tell me something about this Arrow guy, to tide me over until tomorrow?"

Mr. Diggle laughed and shook his head. "Oh you. Please never change, Felicity. Nice try, but I'm not biting."

I sighed in disappointment, which then turned into a yawn. "I apologize, Mr. Diggle, guess I'm still tired."

"Well, I think that's my cue to leave. But Felicity, can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Just call me Dig or Diggle. Drop the Mr., okay?"

I smiled and nodded as he kissed my forehead again. "I'll visit again tomorrow. Try not to badger the nurses too badly, all right?"

I couldn't miss the look between the men as Mr….I mean, Diggle left. I wondered what that was about. I also wondered if Oliver was going to leave as well.

"So…." I said, snuggling into my blankets and looking at Oliver. "I suppose you have to leave soon too?"

A look of disappointment crossed Oliver's face quickly which was replaced with what I was beginning to learn to be his "fake" smile. I'm not sure how I know he has a fake smile, but I felt it right all the way to my bones.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Um, I don't know. Can you stay? I thought hospitals had visiting hours."

Oliver said with a slight blush on his face, "Well, it's funny what the Queen name can get away with these days."

"Oh because of donations and such, I suppose."

An awkward silence occurred between us. What was I supposed to say? He seemed very concerned and wanted to stay, so should I let him? Oh, this memory loss was driving me crazy.

Looking at Oliver, I suddenly saw him square his shoulders as if he'd made some sort of decision. He leaned over, as if he was going to take my hand, but then changed his mind. Instead he said, "Felicity, you don't remember this, but we are close friends. We're partners, and I'm always concerned about you. I would prefer to stay here with you tonight, in case you need something, or you have nightmares, or if….well, just because." A touch of pink again appeared on his gorgeous cheekbones. "If it's all right with you."

Well, what can a gal do when a nice, good-looking guy wants to spend some time with you, even if it's a hospital. "Yes, I would like that. Just in case, I need something. Since I can't remember anything."

Oliver gave me a smile and nodded. "Okay then, I'm going to step out while they help you get ready for bed, but I'll be back. I'll be here if you need me."

And somehow, that sentence seemed to echo within me and brought me a familiar sense of comfort.

AN: Mostly just fluff, I guess, but some good old-fashioned flirting as well, I suppose. Again I apologize for the length of time it took me to get this out, hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know what you think. Always, always greatly appreciated.