"I'll see you tomorrow, Dig." Oliver waved his friend goodbye out the front of Verdant. Diggle thought he had managed to talk Oliver out of dropping by Felicity's with take away but Oliver had a back up plan.

Earlier, Oliver had invited himself along to Felicities to watch that Doctors show she was so crazy about; he was just going to follow through on his plan and be a good guest while working out what was going on between his IT girl and the Cop who lied about his intentions.

Oliver had been to Felicity's apartment many times to check up on her, but as far as she was aware, Oliver had never set foot in the place. Oliver casually walked the halls towards her apartment with a bag of Felicity's favorite candy in his hand and knocked on the door. He couldn't hear the sound of a television playing from where he stood and he wondered angrily why it was so quiet. He knocked on the door harder this time and Barry answered, wearing a blue striped pair of pijamas that caused Oliver to see red.

He quickly composed himself; not letting Barry see how angry he was that Barry was walking around Felicity's apartment and answering her door like he owned the place.

"Oliver?" Barry looked surprised but stepped aside, "Is everything okay?"

"Oliver?" Felicity called from further in the apartment. "What are you doing here?" She appeared behind Barry wearing track pants and a hoodie that was miles to big for her. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun that he wanted to take out and run his fingers through.

What has gotten in me? He thought.

"You didn't forget about our movie night did you?" Oliver asked, holding up the bag of candy, "That doctor's thing you wanted to watch?"

"Do you mean Doctor Who?" Barry asked, a smirk on his face that Oliver wanted to wipe right off with his fist.

"Oh," Felicity nodded and stepped back, looking cautiously between Oliver and Barry. "Yeah, that."

"We were just about to put it on." Barry smiled, stepping aside to let him in.

"Great," Oliver stepped inside, noticing Barry's small suitcase by the ground. Was he staying the night? Oliver handed Felicity the bag of candy and she smiled up at him, "I got your favorite."

"Thanks Oliver, that's sweet of you." She looked through the bag seeing gummy bears and choc chip cookies. "The popcorns almost done, you two have a seat." Felicity smiled at the boys who stood meters away from each other. She had to get them talking, she wanted Oliver to see what a cool guy Barry was.

In the kitchen, Felicity was crouched down and looking through her cupboards for a bowl big enough to fit all the popcorn she'd made. She felt someone behind her and stood up, grabbing a bowl on the way.

"He seems to have made himself at home." Oliver whispered behind her, she whirled around and gasped at how close he was standing.

"It's only for about a week." Felicity reasoned, "Not that it's any of your business."

Oliver's eyes widened as he stepped closer to her, "It is my business Felicity, I'm here to keep you safe."

She gasped, "He saved your life." She said, "He's been nothing but nice to us, what is your problem?"

"He still lied to us and the fact that he lied to us so easily makes me wonder what else he's lying about."

"Oliver, you and I lie to people everyday, our own family. He had a pretty good reason not to tell us the truth and I think you should mind your own business." Felicity emptied the popcorn into the bowl and took some butter from the fridge to melt in the microwave.

"I just," Oliver sighed, looking defeated, "I'm sorry, I just can't stop wondering if you two get together that you won't be able to work with me." He admitted and Felicity's eyes softened as she watched him, "I can't lose you." He looked down to his hands as Felicity took them.

"Why would I leave you Oliver?" She looked at him, a smile starting to turn the sides of her mouth upwards, "You're my favorite boss." She smirked, knowing she was mirroring what he'd said to her earlier.

Oliver leant forward and enveloped Felicity in a hug, he closed his eyes feeling better knowing that she wasn't going anywhere. He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair and sighed. "Thank you."

Felicity smiled, feeling warm and safe in his arms. She'd never admit it but she loved that he was so much bigger than her, there was more of him to hug. She felt their embrace ending and stepped away. "Anytime."

Oliver, Felicity and Barry sat in the lounge room. There was only one couch and Felicity sat in the middle, her feet kicked up under her as they watched Doctor Who and ate candy. Barry was the first to notice the sudden change in Oliver. He wasn't being as off with him as he was earlier, maybe he was in one of his moods. Felicity had told him how Oliver could get sometimes.

As the show drew to a close, Felicity stood up and turned on the news. There was coverage of Central City and the bad storm. Barry sat up, listening intently. He still couldn't remember what had happened the night before, he just remembered watching the city go black and then before he knew it, he was awake and feeling amazing after sleeping on his bookshelf.

He made it to the train with time to spare; he wasn't as clumsy as usual. Maybe he just had shock running through his body from hearing about his fathers transfer, maybe his mind was more focused on that rather than his movements that he didn't get the chance to be as clumsy as he normally was.

"Have you spoken to your father yet, Barry?" Oliver asked, his arm over the back of Felicity's couch, almost touching her shoulder.

"No, but I'll be seeing him tomorrow." Barry nodded, "I don't know how long it's going to take to rebuild Central City Prison." Barry said, "I hope they don't transfer him anywhere else."

"They can't really do that without talking to you first, can they?" Felicity piped up, popping another gummy bear into her mouth.

"In these situations the police don't really have a choice, neither do I. As long has he's safe, it's not a huge problem. I just won't get to see him as much."

"You're welcome here anytime." Felicity said and Oliver looked at her, he didn't want Barry to think he could just come and go as he pleased.

"I've got an old apartment around the corner that I don't really use, you could stay there." Oliver suggested, putting on emphasis on the word you.

Felicity gave him a strange look.

"Thanks," Barry said. "Felicity, thank you again for having me. I really appreciate it." Barry turned to her and smiled, he felt Oliver's eyes on him and wondered if he'd upset Oliver again. Barry thought that the romance between Oliver and Felicity was from Felicity's side only but now he was starting to think that maybe Oliver liked her too. He seemed to be very protective of her, maybe Oliver was just watching out for her.

"No, that's okay." She shrugged, looking down at her watch, "The Grinch is about to start, do you guy's want to watch it?"

"Hell yes!" Barry chuckled, "I love Whoville!"

Oliver rolled his eyes and settled into the couch, ready to watch this movie because Felicity wanted to. Oliver had never been a big fan of Christmas; it had always turned into a popularity contest at the Queen household. His mother would host big parties; he'd be constantly reminded by her not to make a fool of himself because there would be press. When he returned from Lian Yu, Christmas was the last thing on his mind, but the Grinch wasn't so bad. He hadn't seen the movie before but he actually quite enjoyed it.

As the credits rolled on the black television screen, Oliver turned to Felicity to see her fast asleep. Barry was sitting on the other side of her, his eyes barely open. Oliver stood, careful not to shift the couch too much as he waved his hands in front of Barry, getting his attention.

"I'm going to put her in her room." Oliver whispered, "Then I'm headed off." Oliver bent down, ready to pull Felicity into his arms when Barry shook his head.

"I've got her, it's alright." Barry turned towards Felicity as Oliver rolled his eyes.

"You won't be able to lift her." Oliver raised his brow at him and Barry scoffed.

"Listen, I don't know what your problem is, but you need to back off." Barry whispered, careful not to wake Felicity. Oliver stepped forward, a threatening look in his eyes. "You're her boss and her friend but you're treating her like you own her." Barry shook his head, "You need to let her do what she wants."

"If I'd let her do that, she'd be dead." Oliver said bitterly, "I know you mean well, Barry, but you've known Felicity for all of five minutes. I know what's best for her and I know that's not you." Oliver pushed Barry backwards and Barry leapt forward, ready to throw himself at Oliver but he didn't come in contact with a body, he was standing in the kitchen.

"What the?" Barry muttered as Oliver stormed in. "How did I?"

"Who are you?" Oliver grabbed him by the collar and turned him around. "Who sent you?" Barry dug his fingers into Oliver's hands but Oliver wasn't about to let go. Barry frantically reached around him for something to protect himself, his fingers found a glass on the table and he smashed it into the back of Oliver's neck.

Oliver dropped Barry, feeling his warm blood run down his neck and when he looked up to Barry, he had disappeared.