After their impromptu dip in the river, Felicity took another week off from both of her jobs and Oliver just about took a day to recover. Diggle had found them within twenty minutes, huddled together for warmth and watching a building collapse in on itself bit by bit after the initial explosion. Oliver had turned at the sound of the car pulling up in the deserted area and Diggle had stepped out to greet them both, joking that he did not want them, covered in sewage water, to get into his car. He did however present Oliver with his bow; it had washed up a little bit downstream and he had noticed it as he drove. He had been too concerned when leaving the building, however, to notice what happened to Cellino or his men. Oliver had seen to them after his day off from Queen Consolidated because saving the City never allowed for a day off. After telling her to get into the back of the car, soaking wet, Oliver had then retrieved a spare change of clothes and chucked them in to her. He was willing to stay wet whilst she got into drier clothes. Once she had changed, obviously still damp, she had opened the car door to let both men know and made a comment about leaving her own change of clothes in the car. Her blush had made both men smile.

"Seriously though," she had continued once her blush faded. "How often do I get called into action at the last minute?"

It was Oliver's decision to force her on leave for another week and it was driving her mad. Thankfully, probably after all of the annoying messages she had kept sending him, he had called her in that night. She locked the door to her car and crossed the small car park into Verdant, noting how quiet it was because it was still early. Still, there was not even the sound of anyone setting up the place and there were no lights on. After a few steps, her heels echoing throughout the large, high ceilinged room that felt so completely different to the packed dance floor and loud booming music feel, she paused as something felt off.

"Hello?" she asked into the silence. Why were there not more lights? She wondered, or at the very least more light switches. Usually she felt safe here, but she had also felt safe at home until Cellino's man had found her. A light suddenly switched on, a spot light and she smiled hesitantly. "Oliver?"

He nodded his head at someone and she turned around, trying to see who. Some music started and she turned back to Oliver about to question him again, but he had stepped towards her. "Felicity, may I have this dance?"

Oliver did not wait for a response, taking hold of one hand in his and putting his other hand on to her waist. He pulled her closer, but kept a distance between their bodies. "Oliver, what is this?"

"This is dancing, Felicity."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I know that." She playfully hit him on the chest with her free hand and then left it there across his pectoral muscle. He was wearing a white shirt and trousers, probably straight from QC, but his tie was absent and the top couple of buttons were undone. No matter what he wore, she found it distracting so a few buttons or topless, it no longer really mattered to her.

"Relax," he commanded and she did so in spite of herself, moving forward and leaning her head on his chest where her hand had been. His hand slipped around from her waist to the small of her back as they continued dancing to the music.

She pulled her head back after a few seconds of thought. "Who's playing the music?"

"Forget it."

She repositioned her head on him and closed her eyes for a few moments, inhaling his scent. She was used to being around him all of the time, literally. She could recognise his aftershave, his daytime smell, and the unique and distinctive smell of him, when he was training downstairs. Then there was the smell when he was The Vigilante, the mixture of both with added in leather. She would love to say that smelling him up close did nothing anymore to her, or seeing him up close, or in different attires, but she often felt far too much for someone who was essentially her boss all of the time except for when she was in bed.

Then it dawned on her. "Hey!" she declared, pulling her head back again. His hand on her back prevented her from physically pulling away as she tried. "This is all just so you don't have to take me to a Ball isn't it?"

"Dance with me, Felicity." She stared at him defiantly. "Dance and I'll answer."

"Fine," she huffed. His heartbeat was loud in her ear.

"No, this is not so I don't have to take you to a Ball. I am taking you to a Ball. Do you know how much I spent on that dress? I am taking you out in that. However, I figured that after everything you've been through in the past few weeks, you deserved this."

"I deserve shoes."

"What?"

"When you threw me into the river, it ruined my shoes. And I could do with a matching pair for that new purse you got me."

"Done. On one condition."

"What?"

"You find a new apartment. A safer apartment."

She paused again until he glared at her and she resumed dancing with him. "I can't afford a safer apartment."

"Then I'll pay for it."

"How the Hell would that look, Oliver?" There was an angry tone in her voice. "I'm already a highly qualified IT Expert working as your personal EA with everyone pretty much thinking I'm servicing you with added extras."

"Added extras?" He quirked an eyebrow and she slapped him on the back. "You only got found and taken from your apartment because of your night job, one from which you do not get paid."

"Quit feeling guilty about that."

"I never stop feeling guilty about you."

"I'll think about it," she promised and they both knew that by the time the Ball came around, he would be collecting her from a nicer, newer apartment with a security door and an elevator in a safer part of town. He would find a way for her.

The End

A/N: I see the ending as open to interpretation. Through the whole thing, I wanted to make it a bit more "canon" and not have anything actually happen between Felicity and Oliver, kind of in keeping with the show and episodes up until what I've seen. So it's up to the reader if that dance and the Ball that followed were dates, and not work dates as Felicity thought was implied. Or it's all just lovely Olicity friendship with potential ahead. However you see it or it can be seen, it's done! Now I can watch episode 2.13!

A/N: Oh, and this whole entire thing came about from something I saw on pinterest about which star sign each Disney Princess is. I'm Cancer and Cinderella apparently, and I sat there and thought How can I make Felicity Cinderella. It expanded from there, but did give me another idea from the first scene where I almost completely changed the direction! And I'm intrigued with amnesia now!