Hello again! Let me start with thanking you all for the amazing reviews and kindness you've shown me, you have no idea how happy it all made me. Next, how on earth did this happen, you ask, A third chapter? well, may people asked me for a final chapter, and I really couldn't resist, so this is the final one. I loved writing this so much and I hope you enjoyed reading it so far.

I tried to minimize the angst and this is the best I could d.

This goes to my most amazing friend Sara for not getting mad when I suddenly stopped talking so I could write, for reading my stories, and for insisting that I could still write even when my block had me thinking otherwise.

I wish I owned Oliver. I don't.

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Oliver wandered aimlessly around the house.

Two months now and he still couldn't get a grip on his nightmares. Two months and his body still won't obey him when it came to sleeping.

Sleep never came easily to him before, but lately it's become next to impossible for him to fall asleep anytime before dawn, unless he exhausted himself into a stupor. Felicity didn't agree of that method however, so he opted to stay with her until she fell asleep then slip out of bed and wander around the house. Much as he did right now.

In all honesty, given how small her apartment is, there wasn't much wandering around to do. It took him all of five steps to cross the hallway and little others to wander the living room, and then to the kitchen and back. Obviously, he could just go out and walk the streets, but sleepless nights weren't the only intensified problem he had to deal with. He had gotten, if possible, even more protective than he used to be.

Before anything had happened, Oliver used to worry about Felicity and make sure to always know where she was, but ever since she woke up, he wouldn't let her out of his sight even for five minutes –which formed a problem given her working at the company in daylight, and since Oliver Queen living in the IT department didn't quite work out, he ended up assigning her four bodyguards, to which she argued mercilessly until he relented and kept only one of them.

A few hours later found him too bored with tense muscles and a racing mind, which is why he decided that six hours of sleep were enough for anyone. He headed into the bedroom and started shamelessly attempting to annoy Felicity into waking up. It wasn't going well so far.

It may have been selfish on his part, given that it was two in the morning, but he couldn't sleep and he really wanted her to get up. He reckoned that he had tried to sleep at first, but after two hours of lying in bed he had gotten up and started moving quietly around the apartment. He fixed that burnt light pulp she told him about earlier. He took out the garbage. He checked the broken dish washer in the kitchen, and when he ran out of things to fix, he tried to make something to drink but ended up almost setting off the fire alarm. The poor device now sat on the kitchen counter in pieces, and that won't be fun to explain in the morning.

It's strange how much rest someone still needs after sleeping for six months. He thought as his hand stroked her cheek.

Felicity's eyes fluttered slightly. She swatted the hand away with a scrunch of her nose and moved closer to him, burying her head in his shoulder and letting her hair cover the visible part of her face to effectively cut off his attempts at waking her. He sighed, although a smile started forming on his face, and proceeded to play with her hair instead. One way or another, he is getting her to wake up.

As his hand moved through her blond locks, Oliver mused at how he had forgotten what smiling felt like. The thing with sadness is that it cloaks you so completely and drowns you so sweetly that you forget what the little things feel like. Things like the sound of laughter or the warmth of a smile were all but gone for him, but then his Felicity opened her eyes and those things started seeping back into his life.

He had built his walls back up those past six months –and it was taking him longer than expected to put them down again- but each time she laughed at something or gave him that smile, he felt a crack going through those walls. It was exactly how she had gotten him to fall in love with her in the first place; with her soft smiles and babbling mouth that said the wrong words too often, but also produced the right ones when Oliver needed those most.

He grinned as he moved on from playing with her hair to tugging at her arm, knowing it'll probably get him smacked but still wake her up in the process.

"Not gettin' up I said" came Felicity's muffled voice and her hand grabbed his in an attempt to stop him.

"You've been sleeping for the past six hours," Oliver protested, and if he was slightly pouting then no one could see "actually you've spent most of the past five weeks sleeping"

"Is tired" she mumbled and he shook his head

"I told you that you didn't need to go back to work so soon," he poked her side and she squirmed away "you're just too stubborn to listen, then you get yourself exhausted and I can't properly see you when we get home"

Felicity answered with something unintelligible to that and Oliver poked her side again "can't hear you sleepyhead"

She huffed and raised her head slightly to look at him with one eye open and the other closed "I said," she yawned "it's not my fault you managed to screw up three years worth of functioning programs in two months flat" she thought a bit then added "and add insult to injury by downloading a virus. How on earth did you manage that one anyway?" the technical work was waking her up and Oliver suppressed a triumphant grin.

"That was all Diggle," he said, and it's not like he's ratting the other man out or anything, Diggle did majorly screw up the system and he said as much to Felicity himself "I didn't so much as touch the computers when you were.." at that he trailed off, as the incident was still a sore subject to him. He refused to even acknowledge the previous six months out loud after that first day Felicity woke up. They had talked about it when she woke up two months ago and never again ever since.

"When I was?" his fiancé raised her eyebrows with a new found alertness, spotting the opportunity to make him talk and latching onto it.

"When you were nothing," he said "go back to sleep. Goodnight" he threw his arm over his eyes and felt the bed shifting as Felicity sat up and scoffed.

"Oh now you want to sleep, pretty boy?" he could practically hear her eyebrows rising and couldn't help but smile "tough luck because I'm fully awake. Up! "

If anything, that got him to tighten the muscles in his arms and sink deeper into the mattress just to tease her. He hoped that she'd get distracted from the unneeded conversation or simply give up and go back to sleep. He should have known better.

"You're not waking me up at 2 in the bloody morning only to pretend you're sleeping, Oliver" Felicity said as she threw her arms up, and Oliver couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, bloody!" he mocked "we're going British now?"

"Oh shut up," she rolled her eyes but was grinning "I was reading Harry Potter in my break earlier" she almost started to babble about wizards and dead pets but caught herself and remembered the task at hand. "Honestly Oliver," and there went the grin "we'll have to talk at some point"

"We did talk," his tone lost the light quality it had a second ago and slipped into vigilante mode "we talked the day you woke up and that was enough talking"

Felicity crossed her arms and jutted out her chin, and with a level tone she said "If you want to pretend that it all just went away that day then fine so be it, but at least have the decency to look me in the eyes as you say so."

Oliver moved faster than she could comprehend. One moment he was lying down with an arm thrown over his face, the next he was staring at her with greens as hard as stones. "There is nothing to talk about." He said stoically.

"Oh! So the blanket I found by the column in the lair is nothing, and the half empty list is nothing, and the fact that you still can't sleep at night is nothing, and the elaborate alarm system you installed here last week –and don't you dare deny it I'm not a fool, is nothing" she took in a deep breath and stared back stubbornly at Oliver's face "Oliver you asked me to marry you and I said yes, but how on earth are we going to share a life, if you won't share what's bothering you with me?"

Her tone went soft at the last few words, and she grabbed his hand as if she feared he'd get up and run if she didn't hold him –and maybe, if it were anyone else, he would have. But this is Felicity. His Felicity. Oliver knew that he couldn't run away from her anymore than he could do so from himself.

"You know why I can't sleep," he dropped his gaze and flexed his jaw "you saw what happened the first week I tried to sleep normally again."

"Nightmares," Felicity sighed and reached for his right hand to start fiddling with the silver band sitting there "it was just the first week Ollie, and you didn't even try afterwards. You can't spend the rest of your life not sleeping. The island's nightmares went away eventually didn't they?"

"Those are worse," he breathed out, chancing a look at her to find her nodding for him to continue "I still dream of it. That night. I dream of.. well, it hardly matters what the details are. Still the same thing. Losing you. Always losing you."

Oliver may be capable of clearing off the streets of Starling city of criminals, and he may move as fast as a monkey child and jump off of buildings or take out twenty men on his own, but the one things he is really bad at is voicing his fears, so this little admission had taken little over a month and a lot of courage to come out, and Felicity knows as much.

"Well, silly you," her voice didn't hold pity –she knew he hated that- and it didn't hold heartache, although he could see that in her eyes, but it held lightness and the promise of a smile "you're not going to lose me, you're kind of stuck with me now," she pointed at their rings "for better or for worse"

"We're not married yet, so that doesn't apply," he said but his tone was now lighter as well and he felt a smile tugging at his lips "try it again in a few months"

"Rude! Of course it counts now as much as it would then," she bites down her lip then asks "and when is then, by the way?" Oliver starts to answer but Felicity cuts him off as she says "not that I'm trying to rush you because you already proposed and I know that's a big deal and it's been only a week but I have a wedding dress in mind and I was thinking I could go for a fitting before someone buys it but I didn't even see it myself it was Thea who suggested it and Diggle kept teasing me the other day about the Queen's heir getting married and needing" she took a deep breath ".. a huge wedding and that got me nervous because it obviously needs preparing and –"

She was cut off by a pair of lips crashing into hers which shut her up effectively and if any trace of sleep was lingering behind her eyelids then it has fled now. The kiss didn't last long however because Oliver couldn't help the smile fighting to occupy his lips and he pulled back "That," he started "was one of your best rants yet. You lost me at Thea" he grinned.

Felicity smiled back nervously and raised her hand to adjust a pair of glasses she wasn't wearing "So, basically, wedding time" she blushed slightly as she amended "but like I said if you feel –"

Sensing another rant coming, Oliver raised a finger to her lips with an amused look "I don't feel rushed, or I wouldn't have proposed to begin with." It wasn't the most romantic thing he could have said, but his eyes were getting heavy all of a sudden and he could feel the pull of sleep. "We'll talk more about it tomorrow and set a date. Right now? I want to sleep," he removed his finger and smiled at the woman now staring at him with raised eyebrows "as in actual sleep without exhausting myself into it, I think it could work and if I have any nightmares.." he trailed off.

"Then you have me and hot cocoa and there's a new show we can start," Felicity finished for him "although just so you know, this talk isn't over and you'll have to promise to wake me up if anything happens –no tickling though"

"Okay," Oliver grinned, as an idea sprung to life and sleep was forgotten "No tickling. Got it" his smile did say otherwise and Felicity had all of one second to guess what was about to happen before he lunged at her and tickled her into a heaving mess of laughter.

The thing about Felicity's laughter is that it didn't only send cracks through Oliver's walls, no, her laughter melted those walls away all at once, and as he felt another wall crumbling, his grin came a little more naturally, and the light in his eyes shone a bit brighter. Yes, they still needed to talk, and yes there'll be many more sleepless nights, but whenever those came he'll have a small apartment to wander through and a loving blonde to wake up and that alone should be enough to make anyone happy.

For the first time in a very long while, when Oliver closed his eyes to sleep that night, he believed that happiness is what the future held for him.

For both of them.

A/N: It's done! No more chapters and that makes me sad, but we still have the proposal fic coming up soon! yay! Spoiler: she says yes!

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