A/N: Due to the overwhelming demand for a continuing chapter, this chapter is Oliver's take on Chapter 4. Thank you all so so much for the amazing support and comments =D.

It was guilt by day and nightmares by night. There was never an escape from Slade, no matter what Oliver did.

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He knew that he was dreaming. It made no difference to him - the terror and guilt were just as painful as they were the day this scene actually happened.

Oliver felt like he was underwater, drowning in his helplessness as he watched Slade. He couldn't tear his eyes away even though he knew the outcome.

Felicity whimpered in fear, her eyes growing wide and Slade pulled out his gun and held it to her head. He saw her mouth his name, desperately, but he was unable to hear her plea. For some reason, it was worse that way.

He knew it was useless, but he struggled to reach her, to save her.

Slade pulled the trigger.

Felicity fell.

Roaring in anger, Oliver dropped to his knees, his hands over his eyes. However, the sight of her falling, lifeless body was burned into his sight.

There was never any escape.

Then, something changed. The feeling of terror receded and the scene shifted, becoming calmer, peaceful even.

The dreams faded, leaving Oliver in a restful slumber.

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Oliver's internal clock woke him that morning. Slowly, he opened his eyes, realizing that he had only had one nightmare that night. That was strange - ever since Slade had nearly destroyed the city, he hadn't had one restful night. But last night was different, he mused, grateful for the break from his guilt about putting Felicity's life in danger.

Noticing that his muscles were sore from a night sleeping on the ground, Oliver started to stretch. Then he froze, feeling something...no, someone...next to him. But how could that be possible…?

Scarcely daring to breathe, Oliver tilted his head slightly to his left, careful not to move anything from the neck down and alert the person next to him.

Blonde hair fanned out over his shoulder from where Felicity's head rested, her eyes closed and her breathing even.

He almost laughed, but stopped himself - he couldn't bear to disrupt her when she looked so calm and beautiful. She sighed in her sleep, and her arm (which was draped over his bare chest) tightened, her fingers caressing him as she shifted.

Groaning quietly, Oliver shut his eyes and focused on breathing evenly until she stopped moving. It didn't take long for her to find a comfortable spot, but it still took Oliver a moment to be able to relax again.

Why was she here? That was the question that plagues Oliver. Not that he minded, really, but… His thought trailed off as realization hit him. The nightmares. That would be just like Felicity, to hear his nightmares and decide to see if he was okay. He smiled, pleased that she cared enough for him to check on him and secretly hoping that there was something more than just a friendly concern behind her actions.

If there was one thing that Oliver was absolutely positive about in that moment as he gazed at Felicity, a soft smile on his lips, it was that he felt much more than friendship for the beautiful, smart woman sleeping in his arms.

Then, spoiling the perfect moment, his stomach grumbled. Loudly.

Wrinkling his nose, Oliver resignedly decided that it was time for him to get up and let her sleep without interruption. Besides, the temptation to touch those lips and find out if they really were as soft as he'd always imagined was nearly overwhelming, and he knew that if he didn't leave now, he would kiss her. Still, before slipping out, he pressed his lips to her hair, breathing in her scent for a second.

Finally pulling himself away, Oliver took a moment to admire her innocent sleeping figure before standing in the tent. As his final touch before he left to go start breakfast, he draped his soft comforter over her then quietly left the tent.

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Although no one, including Felicity, commented on Oliver's especially good mood that day, he saw Diggle and Roy exchanging more than one knowing look that he chose to ignore. And if he spent more time looking or smiling at Felicity than normal, well, that was none of their business.

He was much too busy planning out how to win her heart to notice such juvenile behaviour anyway.

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