A/N: Hello all! This chapter is for Jommy26 - sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy the result =).

I think I have just two more requests to fill, so everyone else should start thinking of ideas they would like to see in future chapters. Basically, I'll keep writing this fic for as long as people keep reviewing and sending me ideas =).

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"Of course you have your own private jet. Why am I even surprised?"

Standing next to Felicity on the runway, Oliver chuckled at her dry enthusiasm. The small jet in front of them was all fueled up and ready for a short trip to talk to some executives about Queen Consolidated's future. Well, really about his future with Queen Consolidated, assuming that he could figure out a way to get his company back. That was the main purpose of the trip this weekend - to consult with people who knew what they were doing.

"Are you ready?" Oliver gestured to the plane.

"Yeah," Felicity yawned, covering her mouth with one hand. Oliver idly noticed that her nails were a turquoise colour today, one that he had never seen before. It matched her shirt, though.

That was something that had certainly changed, Oliver thought in surprise as he bent down and picked up his large suitcase in one hand and Felicity's oversized duffel bag in the other. He had never used to notice what women wore, especially not what colour their nails were painted. But with Felicity...

"Are you coming?"

Oliver looked up, distracted from his thoughts. A bit of warmth rose to his cheeks as he realized that he had just been standing there, staring at nothing, while Felicity had boarded the plane. Now she was giving him odd looks from the top of the stairs..

"Yeah. Right." For some inexplicable reason, he was flustered. It wasn't a feeling terribly familiar to Oliver Queen, and he didn't really like it. Unfortunately, Felicity often seemed to have that effect on him.

Getting his act together, Oliver shook his head and boarded the plane after Felicity. The interior was spacious - there were a couple armchairs, a faded plaid couch, a mini-fridge, and a small flat-screen TV with a DVD player on the little entertainment center.

"Wow," Felicity breathed, taking in their surroundings with wide eyes. Then she cleared her throat. "I think this place is looking a little shabby, Oliver," she commented with a cheeky grin.

"I'll work on it." He placed their bags behind the couch.

"You should." She followed him to the couch and sat down, leaning her head back against the headrest and sighing. "It's so hard to live in such squalor."

Oliver laughed. "I'm sorry this is so hard on you," he teased. "Movie?"

She didn't move from her position. "Something that will keep me awake," she yawned again.

He knelt in front of the entertainment center and opened the cabinet, peering in so that he could check out their options. "Okay, we have Avengers, Thor, Captain America, or Iron Man."

"I'm sensing a theme."

Oliver shrugged. "I like superheroes."

"I can tell," she replied dryly. "I vote Avengers."

"Because it combines all the attractive men?" he teased her with a wink that she didn't see.

A pillow hit him in the back of the head.

"Hey," he complained good-naturedly. "Ow."

"Oh yeah, the mighty Arrow's weakness - couch pillows," she replied, laughing.

Oliver popped in the movie and moved over to the couch to sit beside Felicity, the remote in his hand. He pressed 'play' and leaned back into the comfortable couch.

It was only five minutes into the movie when Oliver looked over at Felicity and saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing even. Asleep. Smiling, he quietly stood and walked over to the small wicker basket on the other end of the couch, opened the lid, and selected the top blanket. It was a cozy green afghan that he always kept on the plane because it was his favourite - Thea had made it for him when she had been in her crocheting phase.

Gently, he covered Felicity with the blanket. He was just about to go take a seat in one of the armchairs so that she could sleep in peace while he finished the movie when he heard her breathing speed up.

He paused and looked at her. Her face was no longer peaceful. In fact, her eyes were wide open and filled with fear. They flitted from side to side, not focusing on Oliver. Her breathing was now ragged and harsh and she let out an occasional moan.

"Felicity?" he asked quietly, not wanting to wake her but wanting her to calm down.

"Slade, oh, please no," she begged, her voice clear even though she was sleeping. A tear rolled down her cheek from her open eye.

Oliver felt like someone had hit his heart with a hammer. Or a truck. Guilt ate at him. She was dreaming about Slade, and it was all his fault. Why had he never stopped to consider the effect that that experience would have on her?

"Let me go, please, just let me go," Felicity murmured, her voice rising in pitch. He was surprised that she didn't wake herself with the sound.

"Shush, Felicity," he whispered, slowly sinking into the couch next to her. He brushed the hair off her forehead with a gentle hand and allowed it to run through his fingers. "It's okay. You're okay." He continued to stroke her hair, hoping that it would somehow penetrate to her dream-state and let her sleep soundly.

"Oliver," she said, almost in a normal voice. "Oliver, you have to go. Run." Her eyes closed and her face contorted in pain. "Please?" she whimpered.

The sight of her in pain nearly broke Oliver's heart. Seeing her like this explained a lot, though. Like why she was always tired, ever since the incident. He knew how nightmares worked, and if Slade had been plaguing her every night since then... Oliver pounded his thigh with his fist, trying to work out some of his frustration with Slade and with himself. They both were to blame for the damage done to Felicity.

"I'm not going anywhere, Felicity." He kept his voice gentle as he took her hand and started tracing little circles in her palm. He figured that that could possibly be soothing, but he was kind of at a loss. Should he wake her? Would she be upset if she knew he had heard her nightmares? This situation was beyond Oliver's training.

Then, suddenly, Felicity seemed to calm down and her breathing relaxed. Oliver didn't know if it was because of him or not, but he was just glad that she was okay now.

"Oliver?" Felicity mumbled again, this time smiling calmly. She was clearly still asleep. "I love you."

His fingers froze on her palm. He forced himself to take a couple deep breaths until he was able to resume his regular rhythm.

Did she just say that she loved me? he asked himself, confused but also hopeful.

He thought of the moment they had spent in his mansion right before Slade had taken her captive; the moment when he had confessed that he loved her only to pretend that it was all an act later. It had hurt him to do that, but he hadn't been ready to confess his true feelings to her yet.

A loud, low sound interrupted Oliver's tumultuous thoughts. He stared incredulously at Felicity. She snores?

The sound came again, confirming his first impression. She snores. He couldn't help a smile - this fact will provide great material to tease her with.

Figuring that she was probably okay now, Oliver stood up and gently disentangled his hand from hers.

The movie couldn't hold his attention anymore, so he turned it off and went to sit on one of the armchairs, his attention focused entirely on Felicity. What was he going to do? He knew that what she said in a dream wasn't necessarily the truth, but if there was even a possibility that she actually could feel the same way after what he put her through, he was going to take it. Now he just had to wait for her to wake up. And stop snoring.

...

Felicity woke up, immediately feeling an ache in her neck. She stretched, wincing as her stiff muscles protested the movement.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Oliver muttered. He was sitting on the armchair next to the couch, his expression attentive.

Felicity grimaced. "How long was I out for?"

"Only the length of the movie," he replied with a fond smile. "Sore?"

"A little," she admitted sheepishly. "Sorry for bailing on the movie."

"Not a problem." He stood up and walked around to the back of the couch. "We should be landing in a couple minutes."

She was about to reply when Oliver's hands, strong from years of archery, started kneading into her sore shoulders and neck muscles. She groaned in both pain and relief.

"Is this helping?"

"Oh yes," Felicity replied fervently. "Your hands feel so good on...aand I'm going to pretend that I didn't just start to say that." She was glad that Oliver was behind her and couldn't see her blush or her horrified expression.

He chuckled. "I'm glad."

"Mr. Queen, please prepare for arrival." The voice came over the loudspeaker alerting both passengers that their landing was imminent.

Felicity sighed regretfully as Oliver stopped the massage to come sit next to her. "Thank you," she said wholeheartedly. "I'm sorry that I fell asleep on you," she added. "Next to you, I mean," she blurted out before he could respond. "Not on, just next to. Of course I wouldn't be on you, because that would insinuate..." She cut herself off before things got worse and banged her head back against the couch. She was hopeless.

"It's okay, Felicity," he laughed. He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes. Felicity felt her breathing start to speed up. "You sound cute when you snore, anyway," he laughed, ruining the serious moment.

She shot him a playfully outraged expression. "I do not snore," she declared. However, she didn't free her hand from his - it felt much too nice.

"Sure," he placated her. "And I suppose that you also don't talk in your sleep?"

"Of course not," she huffed. Then she paused. "Hypothetically, if I did talk in my sleep, what would I say?"

"Hypothetically, you would tell me that you loved me." Oliver's face looked very open and innocent as he said the words.

"Ohhh," Felicity drew out the word, not sure how to respond to that.

"And," Oliver added, eliminating the need for her to respond. "If I was to speak in my sleep hypothetically, of course, I think that I would say I loved you too."

Felicity took in a sharp breath. Was he saying what she hoped he was saying? "Oliver?"

"Felicity." He breathed her name so tenderly as he leaned towards her.

Their lips were inches from touching.

And then a jolt bounced them away from each other - the plane had landed.

Really? Felicity thought sourly. It had to land when Oliver was inches from kissing me?

Oliver looked just as displeased as she did. "Can I take you out to dinner?" he asked, standing up and offering her his hand. "Tonight?"

Felicity accepted his hand. "I'd like that." She didn't let go, even when they disembarked.

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