So this is my first time doing an Arrow fic. As you can tell by my username I usually write Degrassi Fanfiction, but I decided to change things up a bit, plus I have been on hiatus from my Degrassi stories for a few years now. Arrow is one of my all time favorite shows and I'm a die hard Olicity fan, so I guess I've reached that point in the fandom that I will be post stories about my favorite show/couple. Don't judge too harsh, this is my first fic.

I would say this is set somewhere in seasons 2 and 3 and Oliver still has control over QC.

Disclaimer: Do not own Arrow, and do not own a shirtless poster of Stephen Amell or Colton Haynes (Sadly).

The night had been like any other night. After leaving QC Oliver and Felicity would make their way to Verdant and subtly escape to the basement to work on Arrow stuff. And later on Diggle and Roy would come along and the guys would start to work out and spar until Felicity came across a new lead.

Recently they have been looking after a criminal named Damien Darhk, and all Felicity could find on him so far is that he has ties to the H.I.V.E. She tried all night to figure out what those ties were, but she was cut short in her research when she started to feel nauseous and could barley keep her eyes open. She bid the guys goodnight and went home in hopes of feeling better.

After going to bed around two am, Felicity tossed and turned all night. It was too hot to keep the blanket on but too cold to keep the blanket off. She watched her clock change from four to five and then five to six.

When her alarm went off for six thirty she tried to get out of bed but soon found herself sitting again. The room was spinning and she had to close her eyes to fight the feeling of nausea the came over her. Her body felt heavy and her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She lied down in her deep purple sheets and finally dozed off.

Buzz…Buzz…

Felicity slowly woke and looked at her nightstand for her cellphone.

Six missed calls from Oliver

Ten text messages from Oliver

Felicity took a deep breath and picked up her cellphone and dialed QC

"Good morning, this is Queen Consolidated. Megan speaking, how may I help you?"

Felicity cleared her throat and tried to speak, " Megan? Hi, this is Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen's assistant? The girl that works outside of his office that used to work in the IT department and—"

"Yes, hi Felicity. Mr. Queen has been looking for you all morning, is everything okay?" She sounded somewhat concerned, but not really.

"Uh, yeah, about that. I woke up this morning not feeling well, my throat is on fire, my body is hot and cold, and I have these terrible chills…"

"Ms. Smoak, I am not your doctor. But if you're calling to inform us that you will not be in today then it is noted. Feel better Ms. Smoak and go see a doctor, please." And Megan hung up before Felicity could mutter, 'thank you.'

Felicity decided to ignore the messages from Oliver and rolled over in bed to fall back asleep. She always dreamed, but on occasion she would have a nightmare about a certain situation that happened months ago.

She was struggling against him with all she could but she was no match for his mirakuru strength. Slade was an evil man that cared for no one but a woman he once loved, Shado. She would hear him talk to thin air and call it Shado. If Oliver had not informed Felicity about whom this woman was; she would be beyond confused.

She knew what she had to do, Oliver made it very clear when he "confessed his love" for her. She gave up fighting him once she had an arm free from his grasp; she let the arrow slide down to her hand. At the same time Oliver came in pointing an arrow at Slade.

"Drop the bow, kid" It was always the same, Oliver lowers the bow and she feels the blade against her neck lighten a little bit, but not enough that she could breathe naturally. This part of the dream was always the same.

Then Slade would have one of his followers bring Laurel in making Felicity feel even worse. But she knew she needed to be strong, for herself, for Oliver, and now for Laurel.

But when Felicity injects Slade with the cure, it doesn't work. And she sees Slade go after Oliver and stabs him right through the chest.

"Felicity…Fel-i-ci-ty"

Someone was calling her name, but she didn't know where it was coming from. She felt a warm hand caressed her face, but all she could see was blood, Oliver's Blood. The man that she loved was bleeding to death in front of her and she couldn't do anything.

"Oliver! No! Please, stay with me." She ran to his side and took his hand...

"Felicity!" Her eyes opened wide and she was met with a pair of concerned blue eyes. She was breathing heavily and she felt very warm. She took in her surroundings and realized it was all a dream. That she was okay, that Oliver was okay too.

Oliver sat by her side taking in her appearance: blonde hair askew and her face radiant from sweat. He's never seen someone so beautiful before. Her eyes were full of unshed tears and she was shaking uncontrollably.

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" her voice was really hoarse and her throat was on fire. Oliver just gave her a sad smile and touched the back of his hand to her forehead to see how warm she was.

"Felicity! You're burning up!" He took her face in his hands and she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of him touching her.

"It's usually common when someone is sick and doesn't feel well, Oliver" she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from her face when she felt herself become nauseous again. She clutched her stomach and moaned from the awkward feeling of nausea.

"I think I'm going to vomit." Oliver quickly got up and took the garbage can from her small bathroom and placed it next to her bed.

"I'm going to need you to lay on your side, Felicity" she always loved the way he said her name. He made it sound like a song of some sort.

Oliver helped her roll over onto her side. She winced feeling how much her body hurt. She felt a tear fall from her eye. Oliver saw her face contort with pain as he wiped away the tear. He moved so that his hand was on her back. He started to move his hand up and down her spine. Moira used to do this when Oliver was younger; it was common for the young billionaire to get the stomach flu once a year. And when he did, Moira was right there with chicken soup and everything one would need to get over a terrible bug.

Felicity was enjoying Oliver's touch, it helped her stomach settle and allowed her to be distracted from the pain she was in. He was gentle with her; afraid she was going to break at any moment. It killed him to see her like this and he was so damn curious about her dream from before.

When Oliver walked into her room he carried a bag full of everything someone needed to get well. He stopped at a local Rite Aid to picked up the essentials: tissues, Dayquil and Nyquil, cough drops, chicken soup… But when he got to her room he didn't expect her to be thrashing around and having a bad dream. He quickly dropped the bag he was carrying and ran to her side.

"I think the nausea passed" her voice snapped him from his thoughts, but he continued to stroke her back.

"Felicity, when I walked in…were you having a nightmare?" His question startled her.

"Uh, well. I mean, I was asleep and I was dreaming and it wasn't a good dream, pretty bad if you ask me. And there was a lot going on and there was a lot of blood and all this horrible stuff and…and—" she broke into tears. She felt so helpless. She didn't want to tell Oliver that she's been having bad dreams ever since being taken by Slade.

He took her into his arms and she cried into his chest, soaking his nice dress shirt. His shirt triggered something in her mind and she pulled away from him.

"Oliver! Aren't you supposed to be at QC right now? I distinctly remember scheduling an important investment meeting today at two. Why aren't you there? People are still cautious since the whole Isable Rochev incident." He smiled at her ability to forget her own ailing to think of him. Always putting herself last to everyone else.

"You're much more important than a few investors talking about a bunch of stuff I hardly understand. Plus it would be boring without you there." He smiled at her and her heart did this little flutter that she wished would stop, but he had his charm going full blast.

"But you're company—"

"Will still be standing next week when the meeting was reschedule to take place, but right now let's focus on getting you better." He tucked a blonde strand behind her ear and placed a kiss on her already burning forehead.

She crossed her arms and stared at him and finally huffed, "Fine."

Tell me what you think! And I would enjoy some ideas for the next chapter!

~MadameDegrassi354