A/N: I'm glad you all enjoyed the reunion. This chapter will probably be more Olicity than anything else. Or at least that's what I was aiming for. The threat of Unidec's device will be dealt with but I really wanted Oliver and Felicity to tackle their feelings before saving the world. I want them to run head first into danger with the knowledge that if and when they come out alive, they'll be together. I tried to be fluffy. I love fluff. I live for it. It fuels me. Anyway, thank you for the reviews and your continued support. I'm guessing another chapter or two is left? And then an epilogue maybe? Enjoy.

Disclaimer: The CW owns Arrow and its characters. Not me. If only.

Chapter 6: You Love Me

It was the same question over and over again. Felicity squeezed Oliver's hand, stopping him suddenly, mid – sentence.

"Oliver, I am fine. I promise."

He took a deep breath and squeezed back.

"I'm sorry."

She shot him a smile.

"I know. You already apologized. Numerous times. Even though you don't have to. It wasn't you who hurt me. It was Malcolm. And he's gone now. I'm here. I'm safe. So stop worrying. And stop apologizing."

He stared at her, his IT girl, her face bruised, her lips cut, her hair a mess, her wrists red from the ropes that bound her, her body now covered in the same scars that covered his. Though Malcolm was gone, he still felt the anger towards him spike exponentially. He could never fix what had happened to her. And she now had constant reminders of the pain she had to endure. But here she stood, so close to him, safe and finally okay. If you could define her condition as 'okay'. Tommy and Diggle were in the corner, discussing Malcolm, and Oliver brought Felicity to him again, trying to mind her wounds. She wrapped her arms around his leather clad body, and he instantly relaxed. She buried her face in his chest and he tucked her head under his chin.

"I will never let this happen again."

They both shifted so their eyes met.

"I know. You'll protect me. You always do."

He scoffed.

"This is what you call protecting?"

She laughed slightly and Oliver's ears reveled in the sound.

"Okay. So maybe not really. But from now on, you won't let me out of your sight. Right?"

He smiled, one to match her own, and leaned down to kiss her again, Tommy and Diggle eyeing them from their spot by the stairs. When he pulled away, he tucked her head under his chin again.

"Face it Ms. Smoak. You're stuck with me."

He felt her smile again.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Felicity fussed as Oliver tried to wipe the dried blood off her torso.

"Ow! Ollie that hurt!"

He winced in response and lowered the wet cloth.

"I'm sorry but I have to clean you up."

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest carefully.

"You don't have to."

His eyebrows rose and his tone was laced with sarcasm.

"Really? So you're gonna go to bed like that?"

She slumped in defeat and he continued to wipe up the blood. Her apartment was silent as Oliver worked diligently, his eyes rising to check on her every few seconds. She had insisted she'd take care of herself but Oliver refused, sitting her down on the couch. She complied, with no other choice, but regretted her decision when Oliver's fingers sent tingles throughout her body every time he touched her. When he had finished and pulled away, she quickly dismissed herself, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. She ran into her room but stopped short when she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

She moved forward, lifting up the hem of her shirt, revealing the pinkish lines that ran the length of her body. Now that the blood was gone, you could see them. Long, thin cuts that would turn into scars. Just like Oliver's. She sighed and closed her eyes, the memories of the blade running over her skin and blood rising to the surface making her shudder. And Oliver's face as he watched in horror, unable to do anything. Felicity shed the shirt off carefully and rummaged through her closet for something else to wear. Oliver wanted her to stay the night at the mansion but she insisted on her apartment. Her staying at his place would raise too many questions. Questions she didn't feel like answering. She pulled a plain blue shirt from its hanger as Oliver walked in, stopping just short of the door frame. His eyes grazed over her damaged body and her heart broke as she watched his face. She knew he blamed himself. And she knew that no matter what she said, he'd continue to hate himself for allowing her to get hurt. She stood there before realizing she was half naked in front of Oliver Queen. She quickly threw on the shirt and turned back to the mirror. She tied her hair up, feeling a bit more normal, and then sighed and shut her eyes as Oliver's arms wrapped around her from behind, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. When he said her name, sparks flew within her chest.

"Felicity."

She opened her eyes and met his in the mirror. He stared at her, his beautiful Felicity, and hoped that if this was a dream, he didn't wake up. He held on tightly to her and she leaned into his embrace. They stood silent, just enjoying this moment together. This was what they wanted. They just hated the circumstances of how they got there.

"Felicity?"

Her gaze re-focused on him and she tried to shoot him her best smile.

"Are you hungry?"

She shook her head and turned to face him, her arms moving to his neck. It was weird. Being that way with Oliver. She had remembered her confession at the warehouse and wondered why he hadn't brought it up yet. She said she loved him. But she never gave him a chance to respond before she fainted from everything that happened. The next time she had woken up, she had found herself at Merlyn Global. Standing in her room now, she wanted to know what he was thinking. And she wanted to know if he felt the same way. His eyes searched hers but he couldn't find any pain. Or anger. All he saw was exhaustion. He frowned, still very worried about her.

"Oliver, I'm fine. Really. So stop with the look."

He frowned again.

"What look?"

Her eyebrow rose and she laughed under her breath.

"What look? That look! You're worrying about me. Still. And I've been telling you all night that I'm fine. You saved me. I'm alive. I'm okay now."

She moved to place both hands on either side of his face, rubbing the length of his jaw, his stubble rough under her fingers. She smiled up at him and he continued to stare at her, his eyes holding something Felicity couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Ollie?"

He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, in another world altering kiss. They had been doing a lot of that for the past few hours. Kissing. His arms would wrap around her waist, pulling her wounded body closer to his strong frame. She'd lean in and clutch the front of his shirt, standing on her tiptoes so that she could reach him. Their mouth would move rhythmically together, tongues clashing as the kiss would deepen. But it would be cut short when some sort of pain would shoot through her body. She was still healing after all. When he pulled away this time, his mouth moved to kiss her forehead and she shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him being so close to her.

"I'll try to stop with the look if you promise to eat something."

She sighed in defeat and he laughed slightly, taking her hand in his, dragging her from her room to the kitchen. She perched herself on the nearest stool and motioned to the fridge.

"If I remember correctly, you once bragged about your superb pancake making skills. Let's see it then Mr. Queen."

He bent to kiss her again, smiling against her mouth.

"As you wish Ms. Smoak."

She smiled when he pulled away, placing her elbow on the island's countertop, her chin resting on her hand. She watched him move diligently around her kitchen and couldn't help but love the sight of Oliver being so…domestic. I could get used to seeing this. Before she knew it, a pile of fluffy pancakes appeared in her line of vision and her stomach started to growl.

"Dig in."

He moved to kiss her forehead once again, before moving around her apartment, cleaning up. She ate, finally coming to the realization that she was, in fact, starving. She finished off her food and moved the sink, washing up. She finished quickly, turning to find herself alone. She frowned, Oliver nowhere in sight.

"Ollie?"

She padded through her apartment, searching for him, before she found him in the bathroom, holding bloody cloths and clothing. His grip on them was tight, and she stopped, placing her hand of the door frame.

"Oliver?"

He turned his head at the sound of her voice. She could see he was trying. Trying to forget. Trying to move on. But she could also see he couldn't. That's just who he was. He fought for the people of Starling City but fought harder for the people he cared about, putting their lives ahead of his own. He tried every single day to be the hero they needed him to be. So when he failed, Felicity knew it affected so much more than she wanted it to. He beat himself up, constantly going over every detail, telling himself he should've tried harder. Done better. He should've been able to protect them. Felicity's mouth formed a thin line and she stepped forward, taking everything from his hands before tossing them into a nearby garbage bag. She took his hand and dragged him out of the bathroom and towards her bed, pushing him down to sit. She moved back to the bathroom and cleaned everything up before taking it to the garbage chute down the hall of her apartment. He was still sitting when she came back, his hands in his lap, completely zoned out. She ran her hand over her hair, a nervous habit she had picked up as a kid. She knelt down in front of him, positioning herself in between his legs, before lifting his chin with her finger.

"Please talk to me."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. She searched his face and hoped he'd say something soon, the silence was uncomfortable.

"I love you."

Her eyes widened. Her heart stopped. Her breath quickened. And she realized the world around her wasn't moving. He said it. He loved her. But she straightened, wishing to hear it one more time.

"W – what?"

His hands moved from his lap to the sides of her arms, causing her to scoot closer to him. He stared at her, taking her all in, before smiling.

"I said I love you. Are you all that surprised?"

She blinked, her lips slightly parted, like she wanted to say something. Unfortunately, words had escaped her. Oliver was still smiling, amused at Felicity's stunned expression.

"I've loved you for awhile. I just wasn't ready to admit to myself what I was feeling for you. And I didn't realize it until you were dragged into that damned warehouse. I saw you and I saw that they hurt you and I realized I needed you. I realized that if I lost you, I'd lose myself. I'd break down and be broken forever. I realized I'd have no choice to hang up the hood because I wouldn't be able to stand, let alone get out of bed. I'd be lost without you. I'd be dead without you. You, Felicity, have changed me. You've made me better. Every moment I've spent away from you has been a moment I regret. I want you. I want us to be together forever, however long that is for us. I want to wake up next to you, go to sleep next to you, and when we disarm Malcolm's device and we save The Glades, I want you to marry me. I want you to be Mrs. Oliver Queen. Can you do that? Will you marry me?"

Felicity stared, not really able to do anything else. Marry him? She bit down on her bottom lip, still processing everything he had just said. He loved her. She had been waiting to hear those words for awhile now but she hadn't expected such a declaration. She wasn't even expecting a proposal! His face remained serious as he waited for her to say something. It was the first time he had ever rendered her speechless. Usually she'd start babbling by now. They stayed in the same position, the only noise coming from the cars outside. Felicity continued to blink, imagining her life as a Queen. Marrying him was what she wanted. He was what she wanted. But she frowned anyway, finally meeting his eyes.

"But we haven't even gone on a date."

Oliver shrugged.

"So we'll go on a date. Paris is beautiful in the spring."

She smiled.

"Paris? Our first date and you're whisking me away to Paris?"

He nodded, smiling too.

"We can have our first date anywhere Felicity. What I want is you. I want you to be my wife. I know we haven't dated and there are still a lot of things we don't know about each other, but there's time to learn. As long as you're with me. By my side. Always."

He stared at her, afraid that her answer would be no. Felicity was still biting at her bottom lip, wondering why she even had to think about this. Marry Oliver Queen? Just the thought made her dizzy. But with happiness. The life they would have together? Who cares if they hadn't dated? All the mattered was that they'd be together. Everything else could just follow. She smiled up at him, raising her lips towards his.

"Okay."

She kissed him, pulling on the front of his shirt so she could better reach him. He moaned slightly and she smiled against his mouth. When she pulled away, there was curiosity in his blue eyes.

"Okay?"

She nodded.

"I'll marry you. But I still want that first date in Paris."

His eyes widened.

"Are you trying to tell me…did we just get engaged?"

She giggled, very unlike her, and Oliver couldn't help but laugh, picking her up and spinning her around. She squealed loudly, holding on tightly to his broad shoulders, not even feeling any pain from her injuries. He put her down, his hands still resting on her waist.

"You need a ring."

He kissed her quickly, moving towards the apartment's front door. Felicity dashed after him, calling out his name just as his hand grasped the knob.

"Oliver wait!"

He turned.

"Felicity. You need a ring. I won't compromise on that."

She smiled and moved towards him.

"And I won't let you compromise on that. I'm all for a ring but first we need to finish what Malcolm started. Unidec's machine is still out there and I still have to figure out how to disarm it. Let's save The Glades and then the ring. Deal?"

She stepped forward, his jacket in hand, and he bent down to kiss her one more time.

"Deal. Save the world and then get married."

The Foundry was quiet as the new couple made their way down the stairs, their hands entwined together. Tommy and Diggle were there again, this time in a change of clothing. They were hunched over the computers, trying to make sense of what was on the screens. They turned at the sound of footsteps and then stopped suddenly, both men's pairs of eyes moving to rest on Felicity and Oliver's joined hands. Tommy's eyebrows rose in surprise but Diggle just smiled, shaking his head. Oliver ignored them both while Felicity's cheeks were tinged pink.

"What have you guys been up to?"

Tommy sighed and motioned to Diggle, who turned to face them, his arms crossed over his chest.

"We've been going through the data Felicity pulled from Merlyn's network."

Oliver's interest piqued and he let go of Felicity when she moved to sit in front of her computers.

"Yeah? Did you find anything?"

Tommy pointed at the screen on the very left.

"Yeah. The design schematics of the earthquake generator…so we can shut it down. Which is assuming we find it in time. With my father dead, we can't exactly ask him where he hid it."

Oliver turned to his best friend.

"Did they find his body?"

Tommy nodded solemnly.

"Detective Lance already contacted me but I played the grieving son card and said I'd come into talk as soon as I was ready to. Laurel's been calling for hours but I've been dodging her too, telling her I need some space for awhile to clear my head. And don't Ollie – don't give me that look. I'm fine okay?"

Oliver nodded, ignoring the look his fiancée shot him before she turned back to the keyboard, her fingers flying across the keys in a blur.

"Well finding the device isn't the only thing we have to worry about. Do we know how it's going to detonate?"

Felicity's brows furrowed together as she scanned quickly through the information.

"Well it looks like Malcolm had a remote for the device? It gave him easy access to activate it from the comfort of his office. One press of a button and The Glades go boom. But with a device like the Markov, he also would need a kill switch. If you can find that, you can stop the machine."

She swiveled around in her chair to meet Oliver's eyes. He clenched his jaw, turning to Tommy.

"When we moved your father's body, you checked his jacket and his pockets. Was there a remote anywhere?"

Tommy nodded.

"No. I searched thoroughly. There wasn't anything on his person. My father could've kept it anywhere so what are we going to do?"

Oliver moved to grab his green leather before turning to Diggle.

"Digg, you and Felicity continue to locate the device. You call me the minute you find out where it is."

Diggle nodded and moved towards Felicity.

"What are you and Tommy going to do?"

Oliver moved away from the shadows, his hood up, his entire body covered in green leather.

"We're going hunting."

So it's probably not exactly what happens in the season finale but hopefully you enjoyed nonetheless. Tomorrow we'll see if Tommy and Oliver can find the remote and disarm the Markov device, saving The Glades. And I'm pretty sure you want to see an Olicity wedding. So stay tuned. xoxox