Oliver had never been one to be right on time for anything, but when it came to his date with Felicity, he made sure to be on time.

He pulled up to her apartment ten minutes early and mentally patted himself on the back. He had hit traffic on his way and was happy he had left as early as he had. As he stepped out of his black Maserati, he felt his palms start to sweat. He had somehow controlled his nerves since he left the office and got ready, but they had made a strong comeback.

He slowly made his way up to Felicity's apartment on the second floor of her building and waited at the end of the hallway. He wanted to knock on her door right at 7:00 and not a moment before.

As he waited, he started thinking about the way this date could go. He had closed the restaurant down for the night because he wanted it to feel even more intimate and he only hoped she didn't find it presumptuous of him. He had only wanted her to feel as special as she was to him.

When 7:00 came, he raised his hand to her door and knocked lightly. He took a deep breath and when she opened the door, he couldn't stop his gaze from traveling all over her.

She was in a stunning red dress and he immediately thought it was his new favorite color. Her hair was down and she didn't have her glasses on. He took her in from head to toe and when he finally reached her eyes, his breath caught in his throat.

"Felicity. You look breathtaking." He told her, never meaning something more than he had in that moment. She literally took his breath away.

He saw her shift her eyes to the floor before returning to his and saying "Thank you, Oliver. You look very handsome."

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as they left her apartment. He couldn't wait to see how the rest of the night was going to go.

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Oliver woke up in pain. While that had happened before, he knew this time was different. Usually, when he woke up in pain, he remembered why he was hurting. This time, he had no idea.

He opened his eyes slowly and tried to figure out where he was. All he could see was red. He immediately recognized it as Felicity's dress and starting to panic. How had she ended up on top of him?

He gently tried to shake her awake, but she didn't budge. He moved his hand to her neck to feel for a pulse and, while there was one, he knew she was in serious trouble. Her pulse was very faint and if he didn't get her out of here quick, she wouldn't make it.

His instincts took over and he looked around before moving. He didn't see anything except burnt debris from what was left of the restaurant.

Since Felicity was on top of him, he slowly moved her body to the side of him and sat up. He put his arms under her knees and head so he was holding her bridal style. When he didn't see anyone around, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant, holding Felicity's unconscious body as close to him as he could get her.

When he got to the foundry ten minutes later, he set Felicity on the table and immediately called Diggle. Diggle answered and when Oliver told him what had happened, Diggle told him he would be there in five minutes.

Oliver threw his phone across the room in a blind rage. Who would do this to her? It was one thing for someone to target him, but Felicity?! He put his hands on the table next to her and bowed his head. How had this night gotten so bad? What had happened?! His mind was going crazy with who could do this. He had made so many enemies over the years that there was no way he could narrow it down without more information.

He studied her breathing while he waited for Diggle to get there. Every time she exhaled, he felt like his heart was going to stop. What if that had been her last breath?

He heard Diggle get to the foundry and come down the stairs. Diggle immediately started asking questions that Oliver couldn't answer as he hooked her up to a heart monitor and looked for the problem.

"What happened? How did she end up like this? Where were you?" Oliver heard the questions, but he didn't know where to begin.

Diggle simply kept working on her while Oliver stood there with his head down. Could he handle it if she died?

Oliver immediately knew the answer to that question was no. Of all the people in his life who had died, he knew Felicity's death would hurt the most. She was so innocent in all of this and he wouldn't be able to continue on his journey as a hero. She had to get through this.

Oliver grabbed Felicity's hand and started whispering to her.

"Felicity. I need you to wake up. I need you to be okay. You can't die like this. Do you hear me? You can't leave me... I love you." Oliver had finally said those three words to her and she wasn't even conscious to hear them. He heard Diggle gasp, but he didn't say anything.

Oliver only cared about his date who was lying on the table unconscious. She was going to get through this. When she did, they were going to find who did this and Oliver was going to put an arrow through them.

It had been two hours since the bombing and Felicity was still unconscious. Diggle had hooked her up to an IV, saying the fluids would help her wake up, and cleaned all of her visible scratches from the bomb.

Oliver had been trying to remember what happened at the restaurant but nothing had popped in his head.

Diggle handed Oliver a bottle of water silently and sat down next to him, resting his head in his hands. After a moment, Oliver heard Diggle ask "Oliver. What happened?"

Oliver shook his head and tried to stop the tears that had been threatening to fall.

"I'm not sure, Diggle. We were at a restaurant eating dinner and the next thing I knew I was on the floor with Felicity lying on top of me. That's all I remember…" Oliver trailed off, trying his hardest to remember what the last few moments had been like.

Diggle was quiet for a moment before saying "How did Felicity get on top of you? If you were at dinner, she would've been across the table. Unless…."

Diggle's sentence struck Oliver. He knew he was right. There was no way Felicity would've ended up on top of Oliver… unless she had seen the bomb.

Oliver lifted his head to look at Felicity and whispered "Diggle… she saw it, didn't she? That would be the only explanation. She must've seen the bomb and reacted, jumping to my side of the table to get me out of the way." Oliver immediately felt the tears fall, realizing Felicity had put herself between Oliver and the bomb in order to save him. She could've just yelled "Bomb!" and ducked under the table, but instead, she chose to save him.

"Why, Felicity? Why did you do this? You shouldn't be the one saving me. I should be the one saving you…" Oliver whispered, mostly to himself. He felt guilty, and he wasn't sure he would ever get over knowing she was lying on that table, banged up, because of him.

"Oliver?"