A/N: Hey everyone! The idea for this chapter comes from olicityfeels - thanks for the fabulous idea! Seriously...I love it so much and I hope you do too! As always, more ideas are always welcome.

Also, I am now registered as a beta reader, so check out my profile =).

Felicity walked back into their camp area, sweeping her flashlight beam in front of her feet so that she wouldn't trip over any roots or bumps on the ground as she returned to her tent.

Something moved near her head and she felt a rustle of wind rustle her hair. Stifling a scream, she swallowed and shined her light towards it just in time to catch a glimpse of a fleeing bat. She hated being outside alone in the woods at night.

"Let's go camping," she imitated Oliver mockingly, "It will be fun. Sure."

Calming her beating rapidly beating heart, she made her way back to her tent and had just grasped the zipper when she heard a low moan coming from the tent next to her. Oliver's tent.

"Oliver?" she whispered, not wanting to wake him, but needing to make sure that he was okay.

There was no answer, but she heard more low moaning, this time accompanied with frantic rustling.

Creeping over to his tent flap, she called again, "Oliver? Can I come in?"

Her only answer was another tortured gasp.

Felicity hesitated, but only for a second. She couldn't leave him without knowing if he was okay - she cared about him much too much for that.

Quietly, she opened his tent flap and slid in, shutting in behind her even as she took in the scene in front of her. Oliver was shirtless, which usually occupied all of Felicity's attention, but this time she was more concerned with his sightless eyes, clenched teeth, and the cold sweat that stood out on his skin.

"Oliver," she gasped, her heart constricting with the sight of him in so much pain. "It's just a dream. It's okay." She dropped to her knees next to him, but just out of reach of his occasionally flailing limbs.

He showed no response to her voice; his face continued to twist in pain.

She bit her lip, thinking through her choices. Leaving him was not an option - she couldn't just do nothing. Waking him up gently appeared to be impossible, but waking him up in a more sudden manner might trigger his reflexes and he could serious hurt her before he woke up completely. And she knew that Oliver could never live with that. The best that she could do would be to try to soothe him while he slept.

Scooting closer to him, she laid a gentle hand on his arm and started speaking to him quietly, trying to calm him.

For a second, it seemed to be working as Oliver quieted and stilled, his face relaxing out of its painful grimace. Then, before Felicity realized what was happening, his arm shot out and grabbed her around the waist, crushing her to his chest.

She didn't breathe.

She wasn't sure if she could.

Finally, she forced herself to take a shallow breath. Oliver's iron grasp had her partially curled up on top of him; her upper torso and head rested on his bare chest. She could feel every breath he took. Again, Felicity considered her options. She would never be able to get free of his grasp - he was incredibly strong. And, a part of her admitted, do you really want to escape? This is what you have wanted for a long time.

Making her choice, Felicity slowly wiggled her way down, freezing every time he shifted, then continuing once he had settled, until she was lying next to him, her head on his muscular shoulder and his arm securely around her waist, pinning her to him.

She forced herself to take a couple deep breaths. For some reason, when she was around him, she always had to consciously remind herself to breathe.

She closed her eyes and focused on trying to sleep, despite the sheer masculinity of the man next to her.

Finally, she drifted off to sleep, his scent penetrating even into her dreams.

And he slept soundly for the rest of the night.

...

Warmth on Felicity's face woke her the next morning - the sun was already up. Stretching out stiff limbs, she yawned, then sat up. A blanket fell from her shoulders - a blanket that hadn't been there last night when she had crawled in here with Oliver.

She smiled, holding the blanket close to herself with both arms, knowing that it was his way of thanking her for what she had done.

"Breakfast," she heard Oliver's voice call, and she exited the tent, happily ready to meet the day.

So, there are two options for the next chapter:

1. I continue this chapter into a two-shot, the next part from Oliver's perspective and picking up where this one left off in order to address his feelings about Felicity and how she kept away the nightmares, or

2. The next chapter will be another unrelated drabble (what I will probably do unless people want me to continue this chapter a little more).

Please review and tell me what you want!