"Oliver?" Felicity whispered, not liking how rough her voice sounded. She wasn't sure where she was, but she knew Oliver would be close.
She heard the shuffling of his feet before she felt his hand close around hers and she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her.
"Felicity! You're awake. How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Oliver replied, not giving her a chance to respond.
Felicity opened her eyes and saw Oliver standing next to her with a worried expression on his face. Next to him was Diggle, who looked exhausted.
"Felicity, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Oliver got closer, his forehead almost touching hers and she smiled. She opened her mouth to respond when she remembered why they were asking her all of these questions.
The bomb.
"Oh my God. Oliver, are you okay? What happened? All I remember is seeing the bomb and jumping towards you. Where am I?" Felicity asked, trying to dig into her memories.
She felt Oliver lift her slowly, careful not to hurt her. He took a deep breath and replied, "You're at the foundry. You've been unconscious for about two hours and Diggle cleaned all of the scratches that were caused by the bomb. We did an MRI and cat scan and didn't see anything broken and there was no sign of a concussion. What were you thinking?! You could've been killed jumping in front of me when you saw that bomb!"
She knew he was trying really hard to control his anger, but she knew this would happen. He wouldn't understand that she needed to make sure he was okay. When she saw that bomb, she reacted. It was her instinct to save him, just like it was his to save her.
She ripped her hand out of his and leveled him with a glare. She swung her legs over the table and said, "Well, I did what I thought was the best for both of us. I didn't really think about it. I saw a bomb and just acted. If you want to be mad, that's fine. But I'm not. We're both safe and that is what's important."
Felicity hopped down from the table and towards the door. She needed to get out of there before she broke down. She had risked her life for his and this was how he thanked her?!
"Felicity, let me drive you home. Your apartment is on my way anyways." She heard Diggle run to catch up with her and knew he wouldn't accept no as an answer. After all, she didn't have her car and she was too exhausted to walk.
When she got to the door, she turned around to see Oliver with his head down. She knew she should've felt bad for what she said to him, but she didn't. He needed to learn she could take care of herself and that she wasn't so easy to break.
She turned around and walked out of the foundry with her head held high.
When Diggle pulled up to her apartment, she thanked him and got out, promising to see him tomorrow. A nice, warm bath was calling her name and she couldn't wait to sink into it and relax after the long day she had. Her bones were aching and she just wanted to get cleaned up and sleep.
She got to her apartment and immediately went to the bathroom. She turned the water in her bathtub on hot and got undressed. She sank into the water and felt her body relax for the first time all day.
She let herself get lost in her thoughts. She knew Oliver was feeling guilty for not seeing the bomb first, but there was nothing they could do about it now. They were both fine and that really was what mattered.
Felicity pictured what would've happened if the bomb hadn't gone off. They would've shared some dessert, finished their bottle of wine, and she would've finally gotten some answers. Oliver was about to tell her about his time away for those five years, she knows it. Why did something always get in the way of them?
After the water went cold, Felicity got out and put on her robe. She didn't bother brushing her hair because she knew it would've hurt too much. She could deal with it tomorrow. Her bed was calling her name.
The day had been one of the longest she had ever had, and she was ready to dive into a dreamless sleep. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, dreaming of a certain man in a perfectly fitting suit.
The next day, Felicity woke up to her alarm going off. She knew she could skip work if she wanted to, but there was no point. All she would do at home all day was sit around and wonder about Oliver, so she figured she might as well go to work.
She arrived at work at 8:00 to find Oliver hadn't arrived yet. She wasn't surprised. He always arrived just after her, so she put her things down and got to work.
About half an hour later, she looked up from her computer to see Oliver coming out of the elevator. She noticed the dark circles under his eyes immediately and her heart ached. Had he gotten any sleep?
"Good morning, Ms. Smoak." Oliver said to her, barely glancing her way. His voice was cold and distant and she felt her blood run cold.
"Mr. Queen." Felicity acknowledged him, not giving him the pleasure of knowing he was affecting her. She knew this was childish, but she refused to apologize for being right. He needed to accept the fact that she was part of their team and could make her own choices.
She watched as Oliver went into his office and closed the door. As he got to his desk, part of her expected him to glance her way and dazzle her with his Felicity smile, but she knew he wouldn't. She looked away before she could be disappointed and got back to work.
Today was going to be a long day.