Mine

A/N: First off sorry for blowing up your emails also I have now gotta Beta her name is BunnyGoBoom and she has become my writing angel she is probably making this story a hundred times better and all because of how I mangle the english language, Yay!

Summary: He really needed to learn she had a door and that he could use it.

Felicity was having a bad day, to put it simply. First she woke up late, so she had to skip her daily caffeine fix; then one of the main servers crashed and she spent a good part of the day trying to get it back online; finally, she spent the rest of her day finishing the work she had neglected earlier, causing her to stay two hours later than she wanted to.

So now she was on her way back to her cozy little apartment to get in her comfy clothes and enjoy what is her sanctuary when computers just won't cut soon as she entered her apartment, she headed to her room, put on sweats and a tank, turned on her iPod and chose her 'bad day' playlist.

She let the soulful voice of ZZ Ward wash away her worries."She has a nice voice, a little too slow for my taste, though." said a voice from the shadows.

Felicity did what any scared, spastic person would do: she threw her old-timey alarm clock and screamed bloody murder.

Sadly, the figure in the shadows had been expecting a scream, not a ballistic alarm clock. The projectile collided with the side of his head, making him stagger and cry out in pain.

When Felicity realized who it was, she felt even better than when she thought it was a kidnapper or a burglar.

She was pretty sure Oliver got some kind of perverse satisfaction from startling her. Why else would he do it so much?"What the hell, Oliver?! I could have killed you!"

"Or given me a fucking migraine." she heard him mutter in a pained voice.

"Yeah, well, if you used the damn door like a normal person maybe you wouldn't be concussed right now." she argued, pouting in annoyance. Oliver thought her pouting was adorable, not that he would ever voluntarily admit to it."You have a door?" he quipped, stepping out of the shadows with a hand to his sincerely hoped he was joking.

"Yes, I do. It's something I use quite often. You should, too."

"Right..."They stared at each other in tense silence until something occurred to Felicity."How long have you been here?"More silence."Long enough to know you need some more cool ranch Doritios.""What?""And some more tea, too.""Wait, was it my Turkey Hill?!"A sort of nostalgic look passed over his face, while hers contorted sourly. Her eye even started to twitch."Yup." he finally, foolishly answered.

"I sincerely hope you have a will ready," she said, deadly calm. "because I'm going to kill you."

"Wha..."And then she attacked, which was probably stupid considering that Oliver was basically a ninja. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from fighting, but it didn't stop her from pinching him.

"Did you just pinch me?!"

"Did you drink all of my damn Turkey Hill Tea?!"

"Woman, I could buy you the company and then some." he countered.

"No," she groaned. He let her go, seeing that she probably wouldn't tackle him again. "I don't want you to buy me some, I want you to not drink mine! Remember that talk we had about you not putting your grubby hands all over my stuff?" She pretended she didn't see how offended he got at the "grubby hands" comment.

"You know, the one where we discussed your non-existent respect for what's mine?"

"First, that's still is my computer." All that comment got him was an arched eyebrow and her hands on her hips." Fine, it's 'your' computer." He conceded with an eye roll.

"Thank you, now get out before I change my mind."

"Or what?"

She grinned at him cheekily. "I'm calling Diggle."

Oliver maintained a poker face. "...I'm not afraid of Diggle."

"Oh, I know," She placed her hands behind her back. "But I'm going to need a solid alibi for when I murder you."

"Huh," Oliver bit his lip. "Still haven't gone to those anger management classes, obviously."

"Have you?"

He smirked. "...Touché, my friend. Touché."

"Right… Now, as fun as this has been," she began, a firm hand on his arm as she lead him to the door. "I need you to leave. And by the way, this is the door. Use it next time."

She shoved him out the door with a cheery if not slightly manic smile on her face."What, no goodbye kiss?" He had an amused look in his eyes as he puckered his lips. And just because he'd annoyed her, she licked her hand and smacked it on his lips. "There, now go so I can have a decent night's sleep."

The last thing she saw before she shut the door was Oliver's incredulous face. And she'd be a damn liar if she said that didn't make her day a little brighter. Plus it'd be a nice story to tell Diggle.

Now, to see if he really did drink all her tea… 'Cause if so, she was going to cut a bitch.