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This chapter is shorter than the last, but it just kind of finished itself really well and allows me to have a clear head space to move forward with the story.

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The car ride had been quiet. Felicity was glad that Digg's car was not out the front of her bungalow. She had half expected to see him after their almost telepathic conversation in the Foundry. But she was glad that he obviously seemed to trust her judgement.

"This is not what I expected," Roy said, getting out of her Mini. (Now that had been an interesting game of Tetris - fit the six foot wall of muscle into a Mini.)

"What did you expect?" She asked, leading him up the short walk and unlocking the door, turning the (excessive) security system off before stepping aside and letting him inside.

"I dunno. I kind of expected you to live in an apartment, not a bungalow at the fringe of the Glades."

"Huh," she shrugged, kicking off her heels and shrugging out of her coat. Roy looked awkward and uncomfortable standing in her entryway. Taking pity on the young man she indicated with her head to the kitchen. "If you want to head to the kitchen? I could do with a cup of coffee if you want to put the machine on. There's beer in the fridge. And wine. But to be honest I don't recommend you drinking, I don't know what kind of effect alcohol has combined with Mirakuru. Oh, and kick your shoes off, I cleaned the carpets over the weekend."

Roy snorted but did as he was told.

"I'm going to run and get changed," she said, "Just make yourself comfortable and er, try not to knock the place down?" She added with a wink. Roy glared but she ignored him, skipping down the corridor to her room.

When she was inside she took a moment to think. Being alone with an extremely unstable Roy was not one of her smartest plans, like, going-after-the-Clock-King-alone-stupid, but he couldn't be left alone right now. And all at once her anger towards Oliver multiplied. He was so blind to everyone around him. And since being with Sara that had just grown ten-fold. He had been getting better, after they had retrieved him from the island and she blew up at him for his obliviousness in regards to Digg's failed relationship with Carley, he had taken a special interest in making sure their personal lives weren't suffering. Obviously he failed, but it was the thought that counts. But this? This was on a whole new level. She hadn't been kidding about ripping Oliver a new one the next day.

She gave a huff but pushed off of the door and changed quickly into a comfortable pair of leggings and an old overside MIT jumper.

Re-entering the kitchen she saw Roy pouring the coffee into two mugs and munching on some of the brownies she had made the previous evening.

"You know I can actually cook some dinner, if you're hungry?" She said, quirking an eyebrow at him, but taking the cup of coffee with a smile of thanks.

"Not hungry. They just smelled good," Roy said through a mouthful of brownie. She rolled her eyes but snagged one out the box as well.

"Fair 'nugh."

"So. Dirty Dancing?" Roy said, after they'd stood drinking their coffee and eating their treats in silence for a while.

"It was The Breakfast Club," she said pointedly and moved to her lounge, knowing he'd follow, "But we can watch Dirty if you're really that keen?"

"One bad 80s flick is enough. Thanks." He said dryly, collapsing down onto her couch and propping his feet up on her coffee table. She raised her eyebrow again, but carried on putting the DVD into the player before collapsing next to him.

"You're really taking this 'make yourself at home thing' to heart, aren't ya?" She joked, knocking his foot with her own and messing with the remote to start the film.

"Well, seeing as I can't go to my home, may as well make the one you're in work," he sighed. She took pity on him and put her head on his shoulder.

"Well let the 80s wow you."

As the final credits began to roll Felicity sat up from where she had sagged against Roy and stretched, reaching for the remote to turn the entertainment system off. Turning back to the young man she smiled sleepily as she saw he had fallen asleep. The way he was slumped would undoubtedly cause him a great deal of pain the next morning, but Felicity knew she wouldn't be able to shift the mass of muscle alone. She stroked her hand over his forehead and squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Roy? Roy, lay down," she whispered, shaking him a little as he stirred.

"Nnnngh," he grunted, but he shifted around to stretch out over the couch. She smiled at his antics, and stroked her hand over his head and scratched gently at his scalp.

"Nunyt," she whispered, bending to press a kiss to his temple. She tugged the throw that was tossed over the back of her couch, and tucked him in. As she went to pull her hand back, one of his shot out and caught her wrist, his hold surprisingly gentle.

"Thea."

Her heart broke again at his sigh and she couldn't stop herself from gently kissing his forehead again. She hoped he would sleep well tonight before being faced with the horrible reality of his actions in the harsh light of day.

She collected up their dirty ice cream bowls, and carried them back to the kitchen where he put them in the sink, running hot water over them as she gathered up all the other dishes from around her kitchen. She quietly washed and dried them, before leaving them on the bench, not wanting to make too much noise opening and closing cupboards and draws. She flicked the lights off and exited to the hallway, where she left the dim lamp on by the door to the lounge so Roy wouldn't be in complete darkness when he woke. As she moved to her door to rearm the security system Diggle had installed for her a faint knocking startled her. She flicked on the light over the porch and peeked out the spy hole.

Shit, she thought. Oliver was standing on her porch, his head hung low. Now that she'd turned the light on she knew that he knew that she was home, so she couldn't conceivably ignore him. With a glance back to the lounge to make sure Roy hadn't woken she took a deep breathe before quickly opening her door and stepping out onto the porch and closing it behind her. Oliver looked up, startled, as she stepped into his personal space.

"You can't be here," she hissed, poking him in the chest and forcing him to take a step back and down to the top step.

"Felicity, what-"

"You need to leave," she growled, ignoring the way he had said her name.

"I don't-"

"No, Oliver. Leave. Unless its an emergency and you need me to come back to the Foundry, which I doubt seeing as you would have just called me, so its not urgent, so you need to leave." She said firmly, using the same tone she had used earlier when she had been telling Roy that he was coming back to hers.

"Felicity, I need-"

"No!" She yelled, before remembering that Roy was asleep inside and probably had heightened hearing. She forced her volume to lower as she stepped forward, making him back down again. "No, Oliver. For once, its not going to be about what you need. I have Roy inside-"

"What? He's dangerous, Felicity!"

"-And the last thing either of you need is a confrontation right now. And my house doesn't need that either. So you're going to turn around, get back on your bike, and go back to the Foundry, where you have Sara waiting for you. Whatever you 'need' to talk to me about, or whatever, you need to do that with her, your girlfriend." She watched, her chest heaving as she tried to stop more angry words spewing forth, as he hung his head. God, he was dense!

"Felicity, I'm not comfortable leaving you alone with him," he said softly, looking up and meeting her eyes. She saw the concern swimming in the usually steel grey irises, but even that did nothing to persuade her otherwise.

"Newsflash, Oliver: you have no say in what I do or who I hang out with. You never have, and you never will."

"That's not fair," he growled, stepping up a step so that they were now eye level.

"Life's not fair," she bit back, turning to re-enter the house. "Oh, and by the way, Oliver?" She said,glancing over her shoulder to see him looking angrily after her.

"We're not done here."

A/N 2; Sooo? Whatdya think? Don't worry, that's not Felicity ripping our dear dense Oliver a new one... There is more to come! Next chapter probably won't be up as soon as this. I want to make the blow up believable, so I'm going to take my time with it.

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