Just to let everyone know, this story if obviously set in the future, but instead of Oliver and Felicity being a couple they are only friends with benefits...for the moment.

This story is dedicated to my uncle teddy and my bosses daughter in law. Both recently passed away from pneumonia after battling cancer. You're in a better place now 3

Felicity sat down in the foundry in her computer. It was almost midnight and she sighed, it was a dark rainy night tonight. John went home about two hours ago to Lyla. Oliver was sick so he wasn't suppose to come in. Things had been good between the two. They had a system, if he came over her house, they may watch a movie before heading to bed, or just head straight to the bedroom. But it always resulted in Oliver leaving before she woke up. He always left a pot of coffee on for her though. If they went to Oliver's house, they always did it in the late of the night so she could slip out without anyone seeing them.

It had been one bad night for Oliver. It was the year anniversary of Tommy's death. To her surprise he had asked if he could spend the evening with her. One thing led to another and then morning came with a naked Oliver spooning her from behind. They had decided on 'no labels, just sex'. But slowly and slowly it became more and more to her. Slowly and slowly she had fallen in love with Oliver Queen.

They would meet and comfort each other after a hard mission, and celebrate when a business deal went through. Every occasion they were there. Felicity kept her feelings in check, she was afraid if she told Oliver her feelings, it would obviously ruin their agreement now, and probably their friendship.

Felicity went into caring a nurturing mode when Oliver contracted pneumonia. One cold, rainy winter night. One tight cold green leather suit. And an active cold. It was a recipe for disaster. Which was why she was so surprised when Oliver came down the stairs of the foundry.

'Oliver! What are you doing here?' She said. Once she looked at him she could tell he was having a hard night.

'What are you still doing here?' Oliver asked and took off his coat.

'Research. Oh my god! Oliver! You are soaking wet!' She said and went to grab some towels. When she returned she pushed him down into a chair and wrapped a towel around his shivering body.

'Felicity, I'm fine. Go home.' Oliver said harshly.

'You're not fine! You have pneumonia, what part of 'do not go out' and 'stay out of the rain' do you not understand!'

'Felicity' He growled at her.

'Do not growl at me Oliver. Stay here while I go make you soup. You move and I will arrow you.' She said pointing a finger at him.

'Felicity, no!' Oliver said shrugging off the towel and he stood up.

'God, can't you stop being stubborn for like two minutes?' She huffed.

'Go home.'

'No.' She said and crossed her arms over her chest.

'No?'

'Yes, no. You. Have. pneumonia.' She said taking a step forward with each word she said. 'You should be at home resting. Not soaking wet, down in a cold basement.'

'I don't need you to take care of me! Go home!' He yelled at her. She looked to the ground and he could tell she was upset. With him mostly. 'Felicity I-'

'Shush. Just sit down, get warm. Change and wait.'

'Felicity, please-'

'I swear to god Oliver.' She said and glared at him. Oliver sighed in defeat and sat down, wrapping the towel around him again. He watched her walk away to go heat up some soup. When she reached the counter area he watched as she placed her hands on the counter and sighed, shoulders sagging.

Felicity turned around and watched Oliver rub his temple. Shivering from the cold. His eyes were closed and he looked tired. Minutes later Felicity returned with the soup for Oliver and set it down in front of him.

'What would you do if I say i'm not hungry.' He asked.

'Then i'll go get a funnel.' She said sternly. Oliver went into a fit of coughing and Felicity walked back over to him rubbing his back until it was over. After he stopped coughing violently she placed her hand on his cheek.

'God, Oliver, you're burning up.' She said and he turned his head to look at her. He saw her eyes held concern, a level that he had never seen before. And fear. Her eyes always held concern for him when he would go out on missions but never like this. She looked fearful also. Had he yelled at her too loud? Did she think that he would hurt her? He couldn't figure it out.

'Please eat Oliver.' She said softly and rubbed her thumb across his cheek and he nodded. Felicity walked away after he started eating and went back to her research. When he finished his soup Felicity dragged him over to the couch and started to cover him with the blanket.

'Felicity, I don't need-'

'Don't start.' She said glaring at him. 'Yes you do. And i'm not letting you leave until you get some rest. She pulled the blanket all the way up and tucked him in.

'Did you just tuck me in?' He asked in amusement then started coughing a bit.

'Yes.' She said and looked at him. He saw the same emotions. Concern and fear. He didn't understand. His coughing fit ended, he ate the soup, he was lying down. why did she look so fearful and concerned? More than usual that is. His thoughts still circled his mind as sleep slowly overtook him.

Felicity looked over at Oliver about 10 minutes later revealing that he was in fact asleep. She got up and started to pace the foundry, even few minutes checking on him. When it was about 6 a.m. she called the office calling them both out sick, then called Diggle asking him to bring clothes for her from her apartment and clothes for Oliver from his house, as well as some food. When he arrived he kept asking if both her and Oliver were alright she just kept replying 'Yes' or 'I'm fine, so is Oliver.' After another hour Dig left the foundry leaving Felicity alone with Oliver again. Seeing he was still asleep she sat down and pulled out her phone. Unlocking it she started to dial and all too familiar number, her hands trembling by the end of it. It rang and rang, with each ring her nerves picked up. She closed her eyes in defeat when she got the voicemail.

'Hi.' She said softly not wanting to wake Oliver. 'I was just thinking about Dad and Lou. I...I wanted to call to check up on you. I know that it's been a while since i've called and i'm sorry. Listen, when you get this...call me back. And sis, I miss them too.' She said and hung up the phone.

When Oliver woke up Felicity was at her computer, but was in different clothes. Yoga pants and a t-shirt with the letters MIT on it. Felicity looked over and gave Oliver a small smile.

'Hey sleepy head.' She said. Oliver could hear the tiredness in her voice and could see it in the bags under her eyes.

'Hey. How long was I out?'

'Ten hours. I already called the office and called us both out sick. Dig brought by some food and clothes.' She said and took the pile of clothes next to her and laid them next to Oliver.

'Dig grabbed these from your house. Something fresh for you to wear.' She said then pressed her hand to his cheek, with him leaning into her touch. 'Seems your fever went down.' She said. When Oliver looked at her she still had the same fear and concern in her eyes. Just not to the same degree as last night. When she moved to turn away he grabbed her wrist stopping her and moved to sit up, with his muscle protesting. It resulted in Felicity helping him up. When they looked at each other, their faces were mere inches apart and he raised his hand to cup her cheek

'why do you look so fearful and concerned? I've been through more than just having pneumonia.' He said lightly. 'What is it?' Felicity opened and closed her mouth a few times before closing her eyes and shaking her head.

'It's nothing.' She said and stepped back out of his touch.

'Felicity.'

'You should get changed into the clothes Dig brought you.' She said and turned around to walk away. Despite the protest from Oliver's muscles he got up and followed her. Grabbing her wrist again turning her around to face him.

'Please Felicity.' Oliver said and she looked away.

'Two people, whom I was very close with, died from pneumonia. Granted they had cancer but I just still get nervous every time someone gets it. I'm not going to lose anyone else that i love to it.' She said then went wide-eyed at what she said. She tried to back out of his touch but he pulled her forward and kissed her.

'Oliver you're sick.' She mumbled, she could tell he had forgotten cause her backed out of the kiss then rested his forehead against hers.

'You love me?' He asked.

'Yes.' She said slowly.

'I love you too.' He said and kissed her forehead.

So that's all folks. For today at least. Hope you all enjoy!