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AN: Sorry about last chapter's cliffie…Okay, not really. Hope you enjoyed the goodness, though. Here's some more. Thanks for all the comments, favs and follows. Always, always appreciated.

Previously:

I shuffled in my chair self-consciously, feeling yet another small blush begin on my cheekbones. "No, just don't want to keep you away from anything important."

Searching my eyes with his, I found myself mesmerized by the look I found in those deep blue depths. "There's no other place more important for me to be than here with you, Felicity."

Finally I shook myself out of my trance. What was with this guy? If we were in a romantic relationship, surely he'd have mentioned it at the beginning? But with all of these feelings…I couldn't be wrong, could I as to wonder why we weren't involved?

"Oliver…?" I leaned closer to him, my tongue snuck out slightly, licking my lips.

As he leaned closer to me, his eyes now on my lips, I closed my eyes and…

Instead of music, I heard a crash. My eyes flew open as I looked towards the door. A young woman carrying what I presumed was my supper tray was trying to balance the dripping liquid from it. A now-empty glass was on the floor at her feet.

Blushing, the young woman said, her words jumbling together, "I'm…I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt…um, if you want…"

Oliver, the gallant man he was, rushed up and took the tray out of the poor kid's hands. "That's all right. Can you get us a rag to wipe up the milk on the floor?"

The young woman, whose name tag said Shelly, nodded and left. Oliver placed the tray on my tray table and rolled it over to me.

"I think we'll talk later, okay?" Oliver asked, not meeting my eyes. Instead he suddenly found the color of my blanket interesting.

Talk? He wanted to talk? Yeah, you bet we were going to talk. But in the meantime…

"Um, we could…continue what we were doing before we were interrupted?" How did I become so bold? But, oh…how I wanted that kiss!

Oliver, looking surprised, said "Um, well, I better go. I'll talk to you later. You should eat before it gets cold. I got to check on the office." Heading for the door he turned around. "I... I'm going to grab a bite to eat as well. I'll talk to you later."

I got the feeling he was as confused as I was, but how could that be? He at least had his memory. What the hell was going on between us? It surely couldn't be that complicated, could it? All I could do was fake a smile, say goodbye, and turn my attention back to my lackluster hospital meal.

Later, Mr. Diggle visited me. He said he wanted to stop over earlier, but Oliver had given him a few errands to do. Unfortunately, Oliver had some things tonight he had to get done, so he wasn't going to return for a visit later tonight after all.

I swallowed my disappointment, and spent an enjoyable thirty minutes getting to know Mr. Diggle better. He really is such a nice guy. I hope I thought of him as something like a big brother, because that's how I was beginning to feel about him. He was so considerate and thoughtful, yet refused to be led into answering any questions about my past. Again. Oh well, a gal has got to try, doesn't she?

After he left, I got ready for bed. I was tired, more tired than I thought I would be. The nurse did accompany me for one more walk around the unit, and I walked further than I did with Oliver. The evening nurse, Judy, said I was doing great. Yay for me!

Anyway, since it had been quite a day, I felt tired enough to fall asleep at 9pm. With the help of the nursing assistant I got ready for bed, curbed my impulse to call Oliver (he had left his phone number in case of emergency), and snuggled into the blankets. Maybe, with some luck, I'll have some more dreams about Oliver and me having some sort of relationship after all.

~~OQ~~FS~~OQ~~

The next morning was pretty similar to the last two. Another cat scan, as well as drawing blood for more lab work. The doctor stopping by to see the progress of my getting my memory back. Something new, a visit with a psychiatrist, who helped me explore my feelings regarding not knowing who I was. Have to say that was pretty…frustrating, aggravating, enlightening, somewhat helpful, and scary all at once. Of course I didn't know, but I don't think I've had much experience with psychiatrists either. Not that it would've helped.

As I was finishing my lunch a knock on the door and a head around the corner interrupted my watching "Days of Our Lives". After sending me a smile, Oliver walked in the rest of the way into the room. He was dressed in his suit. I assume he was in the middle of his work day again.

"Well, hello there. I missed you last night." I decided to be bold. Not any of this hemming and hawing.

"Um, I had some…business to take care."

"I bet."

Quickly approaching my bedside, Oliver reached for my hand. "No, it's not that I'm avoiding the issue of the…of us almost…well, you know."

"I do?"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "If I didn't know better…" He ran his hand through his short hair, leaving it a little messy. Making him look adorable I shook my head to clear the image.

He continued. "It's just that…we shouldn't do anything like that until your memory returns."

I smiled sweetly. "Maybe it will help my memory come back quicker?"

Oliver shook his head. "Felicity." He began to pace. I suddenly realized he was still holding two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Why don't you set those cups down before you spill them?"

Oliver stopped and stared down at his hands, as if he suddenly remembered he had brought them. He approached me, held out one of the cups. I took it carefully. "Are you sure it's okay for me to drink this?"

"Yes, they told me when I called this morning. So we stopped at the coffeehouse along the way and picked up your favorite latte," Diggle said as he walked into the room, holding his own cup.

I smiled and said hi to Diggle, but suddenly I focused on the phrase "coffee house"….

Something flashed across my memory at the mention of coffee houses. Me at a desk, Oliver standing across from me dressed casually in a blue Henley and blue jeans, looking especially hot. He hands me a computer, and I observed bullet holes. He then says something about a dangerous coffee house...

Oliver looks at me in concern. "Felicity, something wrong?"

I looked at him, feeling like I had a blank look on my face. "Did I used to work computers with you? Or for you?"

Oliver startled, his mouth moved strangely as if he didn't know what words to form, then said, "Well…um, why you ask?"

I rolled my eyes. Why is that his answer every time I ask about my dreams or memories?

"You know why, Felicity. We have to be careful."

I jumped. I didn't realize I had said that thought aloud.

"You did that…I mean, you usually do that quite often. Say your thoughts out loud," Oliver said with a smile.

I groaned. "You mean I did that again?"

"Yes, you did," Diggle took over. "You call it your mind to mouth filter failing, or not working."

Humph. What an embarrassing habit to have.

"We who love you think it's cute," Oliver said, continuing to smile as I felt my face get hot with embarrassment.

"I guess that's a good thing then," I said. I caught Dig give Oliver a small nudge, and Oliver's face turned a light shade of pink. Oh…Oliver used the word 'love'. Hmm. I filed it for later consideration. Because I almost forgot what I was asking them.

"Getting back to my question, I remember you handing me a damaged laptop, Oliver, and it had bullet holes in it. You said some bull shit about a dangerous coffee house?"

Dig laughed a belly laugh, and Oliver joined in. "Yes, that did happen. That was when we first met," Oliver told me.

"Now, I want to know. I don't buy the bullet holes and coffee house story. What actually happened?"

The two men exchanged glances. I sighed. To hurry things along, I said, "The last two nights I've been dreaming of a man in a mask and hood dodging bullets and using a bow and arrows. He looked surprisingly like you, Oliver. Same build, same bone structure, similar jaw line…So…" As the two men gave me blank looks, I said, "Today's paper had a sketch of someone they call the Arrow. So…do I know him?" Looking pointedly at Oliver I whispered, "I think that's you. Are you going to deny it?"

For once, the boy decided to stop being stupid. Nodding, he said, "Yes, I am, and you help me."

Yay! My first piece of real information. Before I could get even more excited, Oliver said, "That's all we are going to talk about it today. One, you need your rest. Two," looking around the hospital room, "this isn't exactly the right environment to talk about it."

Suddenly I realized I could be responsible for spilling a secret. I clapped my hand over my mouth and looked wide-eyed at Diggle. Diggle laughed and replied, "It's all right, Felicity. I think we're safe, but Oliver is correct. We should wait to discuss this later."

I was disappointed, but a lot of things were now beginning to make sense. Like the pirate… "So, the dream about the pirate holding a sword at my throat and threatening to slice your throat wasn't a dream?"

Diggle and Oliver exchanged glances, and Oliver's face lost the pink and proceeded to look a little pale. "Um, yeah, that was a real experience as well."

"Well?"

Oliver blinked several times. "Well, what?"

"Tell me more."

Diggle decided to help poor Oliver out, I guess. "Felicity, you know we said we'll talk all about that later, okay?" Hearing a knock on the door, all three of us turned.

The doctor walked in, with a smile on her face. "Good afternoon, Felicity. Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"Good afternoon, Dr. Anderson. How's our girl today?" Diggle asked.

"Doing lots better. I think she can go home today, even. As long as you don't have any concerns, Felicity," she looked at me, a question on her face.

I thought it over, quickly reviewing all the information from this morning, and whether I had any more concerns. I didn't. Except for my memory… "But what about my memory?"

"You did say you were having more frequent memories recurring, and you no longer have headaches." I nodded. "All your blood work is normal, your vital signs are good, and the cat scan today shows no more blood gathered where it isn't supposed to be."

I smiled at my two guys, who returned with their own huge smiles. "That's terrific!"

"I agree. Now, if you have any questions that come up, make sure you call us. Perhaps, if you live alone, you should have someone stay with you tonight…but, it's up to you."

"No problem, Doctor. We got it handled," Oliver spoke up.

Dr. Anderson looked at me, with a smile on her face. I felt a small blush begin, and I hurriedly said, "Um, yeah, something like that."

"That's good. I'm glad you have good friends watching out for you."

"Me too." I looked at Oliver, who was strangely looking out the window.

"I'll send in the nurse to finish your paperwork, and you can start getting ready to go home."

I smiled and thanked her. I turned to the two men. Diggle said, "Do you need us to get you the nursing assistant to help you dress?"

Oliver said, "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I'll go get them." He made a beeline out the door

"What's wrong with him?" Diggle asked me, referring to his quick exit.

I shrugged. "I don't know, but I suppose the sooner I get home the sooner he'll feel better."

Diggle smiled and left. The nursing assistant entered and she offered to pack my things while I did whatever hygiene I needed to take care off. I headed to the bathroom, deciding to think about Oliver later.

AN: More progress made with Olicity, I think. Bit by bit, and Felicity remembering more. We're getting closer to the end of the story, I think. Poor Oliver. He doesn't quite know what to do, I think. Stay tuned, and hopefully we will find out soon.