Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow.

A/N: So, as much as I love Roy, I really love Oliver and Thea moments. Since we didn't get those after her rescue, I decided to write this. Enjoy and please review!

It was around midnight when Thea got back to the mansion. First place she'd gone after leaving the church was to Roy, who'd been at the club. After they'd closed down, he'd insisted on taking her home. Oliver was waiting, pacing in the main hallway, and he looked up as she came in.

"I'm fine," she said, before he could say anything. The words came easily to her—she'd been parroting them at Roy for the last hour.

"You sure?" he asked, following her up the stairs and down the hallway. "Because if I learned one thing from constantly being in and out of rehab, it's that "fine" really stands for Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."

"I'm sure," she told him, tossing her handbag on the bed in her room. "All I want to do is soak in a tub and forget that this day ever happened."

He nodded and left her to get cleaned up. As soon as the water was steaming enough, she climbed in and sunk beneath the water. She didn't want to think about what had happened. She didn't want to think about how angry those men were at her mom, or how mad she still was. She didn't want to remember the feeling of a gun barrel pressed against her temple. She just wanted to forget.

Once she'd pulled herself from the tub, she wandered downstairs to raid the kitchen, passing the den on her way.

"Looking for this?" called a voice.

Thea looked through the doorway and saw Oliver perched on the couch, holding up a carton of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Peppermint Crunch. At the sight of it, her mouth watered. It was her favorite—even if everything else had changed, that hadn't. "C'mon," Oliver prodded, waving the ice cream at her. "I just got it out of the freezer." He patted the spot on the couch beside him invitingly.

"Oh, all right," she sighed, unable to come up with any reason not to. Shuffling over, she hopped onto the couch and curled up beside her brother, snatching the ice cream and offered spoon from him.

"Thank you," she said, tugging the lid off of the ice cream and shoving the spoon into the half frozen dessert. "What are we watching?" she asked as Oliver pointed a remote at the TV.

"Well, even though Tommy told me how it ended, I'd still like to see how the island became death," he responded, just as on the screen, Matthew Fox's eyes snapped open.

"You didn't see season 1?" Thea asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

"Yeah, six years ago," he retorted, picking up his own pint of ice cream. "I don't remember any of it."

Thea stopped talking as the pilot unfolded, although she couldn't help herself from squealing a bit when Dominic Monaghan came on.

"He's so gorgeous," she gushed.

"Remind me to never take you to New Zealand," Oliver remarked. Thea looked sharply at him and he grinned at her, causing her to giggle.

Thea had no idea what time it was when the ice cream ran out. She knew she was half-awake during the season finale, and she felt Oliver get up and slip in the first disc of season 2. Then he was back and she leaned against him, feeling his arm slip around her. It was so good to have him back. He'd been gone for so long—physically, for those 5 years and the last few months, and he'd been cut off emotionally since he came back.

"Ollie?" she mumbled.

"Yeah?" he whispered back, his voice sounding reassuring even with the lack of volume.

"Don't leave again, OK?"

Almost asleep, she knew that her words hadn't expressed all that she wanted to say. Don't leave me alone. I need my big brother. Don't let me face the nightmares alone.

As her eyes slipped all the way closed, she felt his kiss brush the top of her head.

"I promise."