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Parking the car, she looked over at him and wondered what was wrong with him. He hadn't vocalized a word all the way back to the hotel. If he wasn't holding himself so stiffly, she'd have thought he'd fallen asleep.
Though, that in itself was strange since Oliver never fell asleep when traveling or never had their entire wonderful summer.
Frack, the memories of their happy time together still haunted her.
But the fact he now sat silent was strange in its self.
Opening the car door, she climbed out and he sat there, almost in a trance.
She eyed him and waited for him to move.
"Oliver?"
Coming around the car, she knocked on the glass and he didn't move.
"Oliver, can you hear me?" Opening the car door, she reached and he jerked, but he still made no move to get out of the car.
"What's going on with you? Are you getting out or what? Earth to Oliver. Come in, Oliver. Wake up!"
Reaching, she almost touched him before his hand reached and stopped hers.
"I did not invite you to touch me."
His voice smooth and dark seemed wrong.
No, the deep tone was darker than his voice modulator. Not blinking, his steely blue eyes bored into hers, and she swallowed hard as she jerked her hand away and took a step back from him, and strangely something akin to fear coursing through her.
"What is wrong with you?"
No answer.
"Oliver?"
No response.
Climbing out of the car, he straightened his jacket, and the smooth movement nagged at her. She'd seen it before, as she watched him shut the car door. Swiftly, he turned and walked away from her, leaving her like she was nothing to him.
Silent, clearly ignoring her, he turned and walked away leaving her to catch up.
Heart pounding, she ran on her heels.
Stopping him, she grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
Making him face her, she had the feeling he was thinking about sex, and she realized yet again that she still wanted him.
Frack, she desperately needed him.
"Ms. Smoak," he growled, as he smoothly pulled away and took a step back and pulled on his jacket's sleeves, straightening the jacket's material, as he brushed off a fleck of something from his sleeve.
Glaring at her with those steely blue eyes, he ask, "Don't you have a boyfriend? I think his name is Peter?"
"I'm not talking about this. We're not talking about him. So not having this discussion with you."
"Then you would be wrong. I'm talking about the man you're currently lying to about being here with Oliver? You're killing him you know?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not killing anyone."
Yet, he refused to meet her eyes.
"Oliver, are you trying to hurt me? I'm not just dating to make you mad, to upset you. I'm trying to move on with my life, trying to have a normal life. And what the frack did you just say?"
Her heart pounded as she tried to catch his eyes and he still refused to look at her.
"You've not seen normal life since you two met. Now if we could get this show on the road." He smiled and pointed toward the elevator, and said, "Please, you first. But do continue on with your babble, Ms. Smoak. I understand it's engaging. And I have to agree you're cute in a blonde sort of way."
"He? Oliver? What the frack are you talking about? OLIVER! Since when do you call me Ms. Smoak? Have you lost your mind, Oliver?"
Moving, she clutched his hand, stopping him. He blinked repeatedly before looking down at her, his face stressed, looking briefly lost, before he concealed it, before his sad practiced mask slid smoothly into place and his eyes flashed, with brilliant blue.
"Felicity? What's wrong? Are you alright? You're awfully pale."
"Oliver, I'm talking about you here. You're not acting like yourself. You're talking in second person. You're freaking me out. What the frack is going on with you?"
His eyes still seemed strange as he said, "Nothing. I'm fine. Come on you look tired. Let's get you to bed." Pulled his phone, he said, "It's getting late. And it's been a very long day."
And he turned and took a few steps and punched the elevator's up button.
Frozen, her mind raced, tried to process.
"Okay, Oliver Jonas Queen, what the frack just happened? Have you suddenly become bi-polar? Have multi personalities? Who the frack are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You? You're acting weird."
The doors to the elevator whooshed open.
"Felicity, I don't have a clue what you're talking about. I'm fine."
Looking puzzled, he frowned down at her.
Entering the elevator, he reached out and held the door open for her.
Now this was her Oliver, the man who held doors open for her, the man who always put her first and the man she knew loved her, who deeply loved her and who she knew she was hurting by dating, but she had to move on.
No matter what.
"I need a life." She said out loud. "Oliver, you're not going to change. That's the way things are. Oliver, you've always going to be on your own island.
"Not the man in the car or the garage," her mind taunted her. "Something's wrong, deeply wrong. Something is wrong with Oliver. Look beyond the surface."
The elevator opened and both of them stepped out and headed down the hall to their room.
Reaching for the card, she unlocked the door and swung the door over.
Once again, Oliver held the door open for her and she walked through.
The space in the room, although, not that small, seemed tiny as she entered the hotel room, especially as Oliver's huge frame filled the room.
His eyes darted from the bed, to her face and found her eyes, and he ducked his head, clearly not happy.
Unable to stop herself, she stared at the queen size bed too and a blush stained her face, and he looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
"Hmm, I'm going to change and go use the weight room."
Sweeping past her, he grabbed his bag and head down, rushed over and was in the bathroom before she could blink.
"Well okay. Now what? I don't think I can do this. No."
She bit her lip and twisted her hands.
"I can sleep in this bed with Oliver and not touch him. Frack, why did the man have to smell so good?"
Frack, she was going to hyperventilate.
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