A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. The muse left me and I'm trying to coax her back.
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They settled into a routine quickly. Felicity would wake up and go to work at QC while Oliver attempted to sleep. When he did wake up, he would work out with Diggle or train Roy for a few hours. Most days he would catch up with Felicity after she got off work before heading to Verdant. He found that slipping back into managing the club was not as challenging as he had thought it would be. Thea had done a great job of making the place practically run itself. Some nights he stayed at the club until close, other nights he left the staff with instructions to call him if there was an emergency before leaving and heading to the off site lair.
Oliver still wasn't the best sleeper. Anything could set off his insomnia. Tonight it was the fact that it had been a very quiet week. He felt uneasy, like the other shoe was going to drop. He had gotten home about three in the morning, it was now five and he was reviewing police reports on his tablet. He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for, something that seemed beyond the police's grasp. He finished the report and was about to check out something a little more frivolous when he heard cabinets opening and closing. Assuming Felicity was having just as much luck sleeping as he was, he put the tablet away and decided to head downstairs. Misery loves company after all.
He opened his door and stepped into the hallway. Felicity's room was right at the top of the stairs. Even in the dim morning he could see that her door was shut. A rush of tension filled him and he was now on alert. When Felicity's door was shut that meant she was either changing or sleeping. Either way, there was someone else in the kitchen. He reached into the second linen closet- the one that held enough weaponry for a small army- and pulled out a small knife. He palmed it and silently made his way down the stairs.
He hid himself against the wall next to the kitchen doorway. He peered around the corner to see a woman dressed in black, her red hair in a ponytail, searching through the lower cupboards. Oliver moved into position behind her, grabbing the intruder and holding the knife to her throat. "Don't move." He said.
"Who are you?" she asked panicking. "Please don't hurt me."
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I'm, I, Please" She pleaded.
"Who sent you?" He growled.
"Oliver! Stop!" He heard Felicity as she barrelled into the room. "Stop! Let her go!" Oliver immediately dropped his stance and backed away from the scared girl as she ran towards Felicity.
"What the hell was that about and Who the hell is he?!" Felicity looked between the two of them.
"Lindsay, this is Oliver. He's staying with me until he gets back on his feet. Oliver, this is Lindsay, she's my friend, running buddy and not a criminal."
" I'm sorry, She didn't tell me-" Oliver mumbled.
"It's, well it's not fine but I think I know what happened." Lindsay said stiffly. " If it's all the same to you though Felicity I'm going to wait on the porch." She left quickly as the two of them stood there silently.
"Are you ok?" Oliver asked. She nodded. He finally noticed she was in her work out clothes, the ones she used to keep in the foundry for sparring.
"Are you?" He nodded back. "I'm sorry, I should have told you. Lindsay has the spare key in case I get ditzy and lock myself out. Sometimes when we go running she'll use it to wait inside until I'm ready. I just didn't think you'd be awake."
" I didn't know you ran." She smiled a little.
"Well, I have to keep up with the rest of you don't I?" He tried to smile back. " Anyways, I should go make sure she's ok." grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. "Try to sleep ok?" He nodded as she left.
Outside, Lindsay paced on the porch. She jumped slightly when Felicity opened the door. Felicity closed it quietly and turned to face her friend. She passed Lindsay a purple water bottle.
"That's what I was looking for when your roommate went postal." She said annoyed.
" It was in the fridge." Felicity said. Lindsay started walking away and she followed. "I'm sorry."
"You should be, and you will be making it up to me with something spectacular." They waked in silence for a bit. "So how and when did that happen?"
"He moved in about three weeks ago. He's been going through some rough stuff lately. His Mom died, he lost his job, he needs to sell the house but, you know there isn't much of a market for mansions in a recession." Lindsay stopped suddenly and put her hand out to stop Felicity as well.
"His name is Oliver?"
"Yes." Felicity said skeptically.
"As in Oliver Queen?" Felicity's silence made Lindsay assume she was correct. " As in your former boss you are nursing a crush on?"
" I do not have a crush on Oliver! He's a friend."
" If he's just a friend why have you been living with him for three weeks and I find out like that?"
"It- I- We should start running." Felicity stuttered and began to jog.
"We're not done talking about this Smoak!" Lindsay called.
"Are you coming?" Felicity picked up her pace and was almost out of sight when Lindsay sighed and began to run.