This is one of two new ones I've had in the works, but the other won't be finished for a few days as I'm going away for the weekend without my laptop. Enjoy.

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The five times Felicity tells someone she loves them and the one time she tells Oliver.
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1

"Morning, Felicity." Digg says as he follows Oliver from the executive elevator, his voice echoing in the otherwise silent room.

She replies with as bright a smile as she can muster in her tired state, trying (and failing) to stiffle a yawn as she bids him good morning.

As Oliver carries on to his office, with in which a board member is waiting to address him, Diggle stays behind, loitering beside Felicity's desk.

"What time did he have you running those searches til?" He asks, nodding his head in Oliver's direction.

"I don't know, but it was late," Felicity mumbles, running a hand through the hair she didn't have the strength to put in a pony tail that morning, "Well, technically, it was early." She adds, sure it had been at least two AM when she'd left the foundry th night before.

"You work too hard, Felicity." John chides, shaking his head a little.

And then he's walking away from her, back towards the lifts from which he'd first arrived. Felicity considers calling out to him to ask where he's going, but finds she doesn't have the energy to really care. If it was arrow related, he'd tell her and if not then Diggle could take care of himself.

Twenty minutes later, the ding of the elevator wakes Felicity from the half asleep trance she'd been sitting in and Digg walks back into the space, approaching her desk.

Wordlessly, he lifts her arm and presses a warm styrafoam cup into her hand before taking a step back. Lifting the drink to her lips, Felicity sips it and then hums in approval as the warm liquid runs down her throat.

"God, I love you, John Diggle." She announces, raising the cup back to her mouth.

Digg chuckles above her, shaking his head as Felicity grins up at him.

"Don't I know it, Smoak."

Only he notices the smile on Oliver's lips as the CEO's attention shifts from the man before him to watch the little encounter between his friends through the glass walls of his office.

2

"So, I hear you're banging your boss." Stephanie states, slipping onto the brown leather couch of the coffee shop she and her friends often frequent.

"You know I'm not." Felicity protests, glaring at her companion, "You're late."

"Well, Jo isn't here yet, so I'm not really late." The red head retorts as she slips off her black jacket and lays it over the armrest of the sofa.

"You know, just because you're not as late as her, doesn't mean you're not late." Felicity retorts, rolling her eyes fondly at the girl on the other end of the couch.

"Anyway, back to the imporant stuff," Steph waves a hand around the air infront of her face, seemingly dismissing the conversation, "You and Oliver Queen; spill."

"There's nothing to spill," The blonde sighs, "Except that coffee if you don't stop moving your hand around like that."

Steph huffs, droppping her arm back to her side, as she shifts in her seat so she's completely facing Felicity with her legs crossed on the cool leather.

"Don't give me any of that crap, Lis. There's something going on with you two, I just know it."

"Have you seen 'Guardians of the Galaxy yet?" Felicity asks, attempting to steer the conversation away from herself.

"Yes! It's so good!" Her friend responds, excitedly, and Felicity is filled with relief as the topic of convesation is successfully shifted into more comfortable waters.

"What did you think of Gamora and Peter?"

"They're totally meant to be." Steph says, dreamily, a large smile spreading across her face.

"We talking about Felicity and her boss, again?" A new voice asks.

Felicity groans as Jo slides easily into the arm chair opposite of herself and Stephanie.

"You know I love you guys more than anything, but I hate you so much."

"Well, maybe not more than anything, huh?" Steph adds, her devious, knowing smirk returning.

3

She cries when Sara tells her she's going back to Nanda Parbat. It's just the two of them in the foundr when Sara breaks the news and suddenly the blondes are wrapped around eachother tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, cutie." Sara whispers, hugging her friend as close as she can, "Nobody talks to me, looks at me like you do - like I'm still a good, normal person."

"Sara," Felicity replies, pulling back a little so she can see the other girl's face, "You are a good person."

They both start shedding tears then.

"I'm not," the Lance sister chokes, shaking her head, "I'm a killer."

"That's one of the things makes you so special," Felicity explains, "Somehow, in some weird, unique, wonderful way, you're both."

They sob harder. Sara's face ends up pressed into the IT girls shoulder as the pair cling to eachother one last time.

"You're really something else, Smoak." She tells her, finally.

"Aren't we all?"

For the first time since their conversation had begun, both women share a smile, a knowing look shared between two dear friends who really shouldn't have managed to become so close in such little time.

"I'm pretty sure you're my best friend, you know." Felicity says, earning a small, bitter laugh from Sara.

"Assassins don't tend to make very good bestr friends."

"Yeah, well, I'm kind of prone to making bad decisions that turn iut being pretty great so you're my best friend and I love you and you're just going to have to deal with that."

The canary pulls away, looking straight into the eyes of the girl she'd so long ago assumed to be a fragile little thing - the unexpected friend she'd greatly underestimated.

"It is an honor to know you, Felicity Smoak."

For once, the trained assassin doesn't notice the man lurking in the shadows at the edge of the room and instead focuses all her attention on the woman before her.

Oliver watches them with a sad smile on his face before he silently moves away.

4+5

Please stop talking. She thinks, as she nods her head along with whatever it is the business men are saying to her, a fake smile gracing her lips. Just a little while longer and you can leave, just a little longer, she tells herself.

When she feels eyes on her back, Felicity turns her head and spots Thea halfway across the room - looking absolutley stunning in her black dress, she might add - giving her a sympathetic look. Shrugging slightly at the girl, with a little eye roll for added effect, the blonde turns her attention back to the group she's standing with, hoping they hadn't noticed her exchange with the young Queen.

Of course, they hadn't; too wrapped up in themselves to really pay her any mind, but all still expecting her to give them her full attention. Stupid galas.

A warm pressure meets the reb fabric at the back of her dress and Felicity startles, almost spilling the little remaining contents of her champagne flute.

"I've been sent to rescue you." A male voice whispers in her ear, and Felicity instantly relaxes when she realises the man at her back is Roy.

"Oh, thank God." She sighs.

Roy laughs a little before guiding her away from the group, not bothering to offer them any explanation of Felicity's sudden departure.

They move in the direction she'd seen Thea earlier, both looking the part in their formal attire but neither feeling comfortable at the event.

"You are a God send Roy Harper," Felicity tells the younger man, placing a kiss on his cheek, " and I love you."

He swats at her, mumbling about her being a weird lady and how he wouldn't have come to her if he'd known she was gonna go all big sister on him.

"Aw, come on, Roy. I'm not all bad." She grins at him, her arm looped through his as they walk.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," He responds, still grumbling irritably "I love you too, or whatever."

There's a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though, and Felicity knows he's not nearly as upset about the whole thing as he's acting.

"Don't let him take all the credit," Thea slides in beside them, linking her own arm through Roy's free one, "I sent him over."

"Thank you, Thea." Felicity responds, leaning forward so she can see the other girl past the boy between them, "They were so boring

"What, no declaration of love for me?" The brunette asks, grinning at Felicity.

"I love you, too, Thea," She laughs, the beam on her face just as wide and bright as the young Queen's.

"Great, now, let's go force Roy to dance with us so we can pretend this thing is at least a little fun."

Both women ignore Roy's protests as they drag him around the room, but neither miss the light in his eyes that tells them he's having a good time.

He pales rather suddenly, though, as he stares at a spot on the otherside of the large hall, visibly swallowing past a lump in his throat.

When Felicity and Thea follow his gaze, they spot Oliver staring at them with a warning look for the boy, and both roll their eyes.

Roy can't quite shake his fear, though, as he realises he's wedged between the two most important girls in the Arrow's life.

Oliver.

"You're an idiot, do you know that?" Felicity sighs, pressing the gauze down further onto his shoulder wound.

Oliver huffs from his place on the metal table, but doesn't further aknowledge what's been said.

"Really, Oliver, what were you thinking?" She continues, stepping between the man's open legs to get a better look at his injuries, "You could have gotten yourself killed."

He snaps at that, his eyes shooting up to catch hers in a blazing stare, and she feels his muscles tense beneath her touch.

"I was thinking that you could have gotten hurt, Felicity, you could have gotten-" Oliver cuts himself off, not able to say the word allowed, but they both hear it.

She could have been killed. She knows it, he knows it, it's the truth. Felicity, though, still doesn't sccept it as a decent explanation for what went down that night.

"Stuff like that happens, Oliver. You should have trusted me to be able to handle it on my own."

With a heavy sigh, she pulls back from him, making a move to turn away, but he doesn't let her. Strong hadns land on her hips with a firm grip, holding her in place.

"I trust you, Felicity, maybe more than anyone. You need to know that." Oliver tells her, resting his forehead against the top of hers, "But keeping you safe has to come before that - it comes before everything. Protecting you is the least idiotic thing I've ever done."

"You are so stupid and reckless and sweet," Felicity sighs, bringing her hands up into his short, cropped hair to rub against his scalp soothingly, "And you are such an idiot, such a huge idiot."

"Felicity-"

"You are an idiot for putting your life on the line for me, for putting on a green hood and risking your life, for not realising that it matters to me that you don't get hurt."

One of her hands trails away from his head and down until it wraps around his neck. She steps forward so she's as pressed against him as she can get while he's still perched upon the medical table.

Oliver tenses for a moment, before he allows his own hands to travel from her hips to be wrapped around her completely.

"I think I might be even more of an idiot than you." Felicity says into his chest.

Oliver pulls back a little so he can see her before responding with, "Why?"

"Because I love you, you idiot."

He kisses her and kisses her and then kisses her some more until everything else fades away.

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Not quite the ending I had in mind, but this is just what I ended up with. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review/PM and let me know what you think!

ALSO: I considered doing a sort of connection to this one, either as:
'The five times someone tells Felicity they love her & one time it's Oliver.'
or,
'The five times Oliver tells Felicity he loves her and the one time she listens.'

Thoughts? Again, thank you for reading!

ALSO: *spoiler* How good was that Olicity kiss in 'The Calm'? I just can't with these two.