Author's Note: As you would know if you read my page or my summary, I don't watch the Arrow. So I apologize if any facts are wrong. But I LOVE OLICITY SO MUCH IT MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM!

Disclaimer: Arrow is not mine. Most really smartly put together things aren't.

CHAPTER 1: Storms

Oliver Queen was afraid of one thing. Storms. He realized how stupid it was: He fought evil immortals, seen the woman he loved kidnapped (alright, I lied, he was terrified of that, too), and had even been shot too many times to count. But storms always got him.

They reminded him of the island, how the thunder would roll and crash, and the lighting would strike trees so close to him he could smell the sizzle of electricity; feel the tingle on his skin. The rain would pour down, drenching his chance at firewood and a warm night.

There was a terrible storm system that was going to hit Starling City that night. Felicity was going to out of town (he had asked her if she wanted to come over that evening, and that's when he found out), and no way would Oliver want John (as great as he was) to see him scared of a storm.

So he sat in front of his fake fireplace in his mansion, trying to ignore the howling wind and rain pounding on the roof. He had a bowl of popcorn, and a movie playing, and he tried to convince himself that he was perfectly fine, that he had gotten over his fears, that this wasn't a problem at all.

The doorbell rang and Oliver jumped, instinctively reaching for his bow and arrows even though he knew that he didn't have them. Then he shook himself. For goodness sakes, it was the doorbell. In this weather. At this time.

Oliver got up anyway, treading lightly in his socks to look carefully out the front door. He opened it in a hurry when he saw who it was. "Felicity? What are you doing here?"

"I'm glad to see you too." She responded, beaming her Felicity grin at him. "Now could I please come in, because the air is really cold and wet outside. Well, the rain's wet, the air's cold. I suppose the rain's cold, too. And, I came because you sounded like you wanted company this afternoon when we talked. But if you don't want me here, or if you made plans or-"

"Fel-i-ci-ty." Oliver groaned, stopping her mid ramble. Then the thunder started, and he winced. "Come on in. I thought you said you had family stuff."

Felicity walked straight in, throwing her wet coat carelessly on the floor and slipping off her boots. Oliver hid his smile when he bent to pick it up. "Well, I was going to go see my parents, but they told me they didn't want me to come because the weather's too bad. We rescheduled." She glanced around. "Ooh, whatcha watching?"

Oliver led her into his bathroom. "Do you want to dry off some? I have some extra clothes of yours that you had given me in case of emergency."

"Oh, that would be great, thanks, Oliver. I'm soaked." Felicity smiled, and he went to get the clothes. She closed the bathroom door, and Oliver heard her humming to herself while she changed.

Oliver walked into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs and preparing some tea. Another boom of thunder and he dropped one of the mugs. Only his lightning quick reflexes kept it from shattering all over the floor.

Breathing more heavily now, Oliver leaned against the counter top. After he had regained control of himself, he filled the tea pot with water and set it on the stove. Another, longer rumble and he started shaking.

"Oliver? Are you ok? Because you look like you're going to pass out." Felicity's voice came floating in from the hallway, and then she entered into the kitchen. Moving quietly, she approached him and rubbed his back. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just, it's stupid."

"It's not stupid, Oliver."

"I'm afraid of storms." He murmured.

Felicity nodded in understanding, slipping an arm around his waist. "That's ok. It's ok to be afraid of something. You, especially, deserve the luxury."

Oliver smiled, wondering not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, what he had done to deserve such an amazing woman. "Thanks, Felicity."

She smiled. "What would you do without me?"

"I honestly don't know." He replied, kissing her forehead. Felicity turned the stove on, bringing the water to a boil. They didn't speak while they waited, and Felicity didn't comment ever time the thunder rolled and Oliver winced, only grabbed his hand and squeezed it tighter.

Tea made, the two of them walked back to Oliver's couch. The movie was still playing, but Oliver started it over, not having really concentrated on it. Felicity snuggled right up to him, and Oliver, instinctively put an arm around her.

Halfway through the movie the storm was right on top of them. It was one of the worst that Starling City had seen in a very long time. The wind howled, and the mansion, as secure as it was, creaked and groaned. Branches and trees could be heard snapping and falling over outside. Rain pounded on the roof, loud and un-ignorable. The thunder growled and grumbled and the windows, though shaded with curtains, lit up over and over again, showing the lighting outside.

Then the power went out. "Aw, darn. I liked that part!" Felicity said, attempting to keep the mood light. Oliver was too busy trying to keep from freaking out to respond.

"Hey, Oliver, it's ok." Felicity curled herself into his lap, and despite his fear, a small smile crossed his features. "The storm isn't going to hurt you. You've got a nice, sturdy mansion, and, um, windows! Thick windows with curtains. And you've got me. I mean, you've got me here. With you. Obviously." She stopped and looked up lovingly at him.

Oliver nodded. Her words helped, but not completely. "I didn't use to be afraid of storms. It started on the island, when there weren't sturdy mansions and thick windows with curtains. And no you." He leaned down and kissed her. "I know I'm safe here, but I keep remember there, the wind and rain and lighting, and I'm terrified."

"Then let's do something else. Get your mind off of it. You get the flashlight." Felicity stood up, grabbed a blanked and all the cushions off the couch. "Got any more pillows?"

Half an hour later they were snuggled up together under a fortress of blankets, pillows and leaning chairs. As the story Felicity was reading to him continued, Oliver realized that he hadn't even noticed when the storm ended.

Author's Note: I hope that was satisfactory! Review, but please don't be offended if I don't reply. My system is experiencing what seems to be a very popular glitch, and it makes it difficult to respond.