Hello lovely people! This chapter is written for a prompt on tumblr by the lovely everylastline, and please excuse the rustiness of it, it's been a while since I wrote anything at all.

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Have you seen last episode of Arrow? Do you believe I'd have let Oliver do what he did if I owned Arrow? AKA disclaimer

Felicity held her arm close to her body as she moved down the stairs. She managed her tablet and bag with one hand and started to make a quick mental plan. All she had to do was to dispose of her things, find the first-aid kit, give a quick report to Oliver on what he might have missed while she was in the field and then make her escape from the lair.

Her thoughts raced as she finally reached her seat and with an audible wince, she placed down what she carried and set off to work. The wound on her arm wasn't much of a wound but it still hurt badly. She knew that the fall she took had only grazed the skin but the blood crusting around its edges made it look much worse.

She had been on a mission with both Oliver and Diggle tonight, and things had gone slightly worse than expected. They had planned to gather information on a club that was rumored to drug its guests. The plan was for Felicity to slip into the club and chat up the bartender to see if she could get something out of him. Oliver wasn't too fond of the idea of her flirting with another man, but after both she and Diggle insisted that it was the only way to gather Intel, he had no choice but to give in.

It was one of the easiest missions she had had so far –certainly nothing like the doll maker one- and she had been sure that it'd go smoothly. That didn't happen.

The bartender was smarter than she anticipated and he caught on to her fast. Once she saw the doubt creeping into his eyes at her "innocent" questions, she decided to simply leave. However, simplicity wasn't on good terms with her lately and she ended up being chased by the club's guards, hence the fall and the cut decorating her arm.

Oliver and Diggle had both rushed to stop the men chasing her but she didn't stay to watch. She gathered her scattered things and hurried back to the lair because she knew that Oliver would be livid to see her hurt and would probably go back to his old "no field missions anymore" mantra.

She really didn't feel like fighting him over that one anymore. Especially because they were both too stubborn to relent and it usually ended up with him sleeping on the couch, so she decided not to let him know of the wound at all. She hoped that under the crusted blood and sticking dirt, it'd be no more than a shallow scratch that could be easily hidden.

But to Felicity's dismay, the cut required bandages. With a resigned sigh, she took out their stash of medical appliances and set to work. By the time Oliver and Diggle got to the foundry, she had cleaned her arm and bandaged it as best she could, and then threw on an oversized sweater that would hide the bulge. She hoped that if she claimed to be tired, she'd make it home before Oliver and make better work of the bandages.

"Are you alright?" Oliver's voice dripped with worry as he headed down the stairs, followed closely by Digg. He threw his bow hastily on a table and came to a stop besides her chair. She had half turned the chair when he first entered and they were now facing each other although she had to tip her head back to look him in the eyes. He leaned down as if to hold her but she moved back a bit.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, ignoring his confused expression. She also refused to acknowledge the hurt that flickered across his face "All good!" she said cheerfully. Way too cheerfully.

Oliver narrowed his eyes. The hurt look now replaced with one of suspicion.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly. She willed her eyes not to give her away as she nodded. She liked to think of herself as a good liar –it came in handy sometimes- but she was never capable of lying to him.

"We'll have to go back there," Diggle's words interrupted whatever question Oliver was about to form next. He turned to look at Digg and Felicity gave a silent sigh at being released from the intensity of his gaze. A few more seconds and she would have cracked. "It's too dangerous to leave."

"I'll get Harper on it," Oliver said thoughtfully, unaware of Felicity gathering her stuff behind him. "I'll tell him to- where do you think you're going?" the last part was directed at Felicity who had gotten up and tried to move past him.

"Um.. home?" Her attempt at a casual tone was completely useless as Oliver turned to face her fully again.

"What aren't you telling me?" He stared intently at her as if trying to read the truth on her face. A guilty flush colored her cheeks but she jutted her chin out stubbornly.

"I'm just tired and want to go home." she insisted, well aware of Diggle glancing between her and Oliver with raised eyebrows, but she didn't diverge her attention and if Oliver was suspicious before then was full on disbelieving now.

"Felicity," He growled. "Are you hurt?"

She bit her lip at his correct assumption and moved her injured arm without thinking. She realized what she had done a second too late but there was no taking it back now.

In a heartbeat Oliver was hovering over her with both hands near her arm; one to hold it up for inspection and the other skimming over the bandages lightly. His brows furrowed and he took in a sharp breath at the droplets of blood sprinkling the white gauze.

"Is it bad?" Oliver still held her arm lightly but wouldn't meet her eyes. He tried to sound calm but Felicity could feel the tremor of anger in his hands. She could also hear the underlying tone of hurt in his voice.

"It's not bad," sighed Felicity. "Not at all, but I guessed you'd be angry and go all no-more-missions-for-life on me so.." She shrugged helplessly but Oliver's gaze was still fixated on her arm.

"You're right. I am mad." He confirmed. "My girlfriend was harmed because of me and she didn't even bother to tell me."

"Oliver," Felicity pulled her arm free and laid a hand against his cheek. "I just –"

"If you two are about to start making out," interrupted Diggle. "Then I may as well leave for the night. But we're not done talking about that arm-" he pointed at Felicity with raised eyebrows. "I'm with Oliver on this one. You should have told us." He nodded firmly then gave both his friends a parting glance and took off.

"Well, that's going to be one cheerful talk," muttered Felicity who still had both hands cradling Oliver's face. "I really can't wait for you two ganging up on me." Oliver didn't move a muscle at first but when Felicity gave him a pleading look, he sighed and lowered his head so their foreheads touched.

"He's worried about you, just like I am," murmured Oliver. "We have a rule about this; no one deals with their injuries alone. Your rule."

"It wasn't really an injury, Oliver." For some reason, they were both whispering. Felicity's earlier worries about having a fight have completely melted away. Oliver looked more worried than anything and the anger in his eyes blinked out the second she touched him.

"Still.." he murmured.

"Still?"

"No more field missions for you –"

"Oliver I do NOT –" she had pulled away angrily and started talking only to be stopped short by Oliver's finger lightly pressing against her lips.

" –at that place." He said in amusement. "No more missions in that dirty club or any club where you have to walk in alone. We'll discuss other missions when we get to them." He had moved his hand halfway through his explanation and placed it at her waist.

"Oh!" she grinned sheepishly at him. "That's alright then. I don't like clubs anyway, or bartenders really."

"And here I was getting worried you'll be leaving me for that guy," mused Oliver. "Now I feel much better."

"I bet you do," Felicity grinned up at him, her entire body relaxing, and the prickling in her arm momentarily forgotten. She made a mental note to check the wound again when she gets home.

"You're not off the hook, yet. I'm just waiting for Digg to back me on this one," A flicker of protectiveness crossed his face. Felicity sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but until then, I can think of a few things to pass the time."

Oliver's eyes glimmered with mischief, he gave her a devil-may-care smile as he leaned closer to her. So close but just out of reach. His eyes held trouble as he dipped his head and whispered in her ear.

"Right after you let me take a look at that arm."

He only laughed when Felicity groaned.

A/N: I hope the person I wrote this for likes the result and I hope that you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you think and I promise that I'll start updating regularly again, and by all means drown me with prompts 'cause I need them.

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P.S: So I didn't die, but my laptop went crazy and deleted everything I was working on (every single fic I've ever written included) and I went into a weird state of why-me and just stopped writing but thanks to the good folks of tumblr, I've been provided with new prompts and motivation, so here we are.

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