Today's the day people…mid season finale! Anyone else freaking out? This little drabble is inspired by spoilers that say Oliver is NOT going to be pleased when he finds out about Barry knowing his identity. I have no idea how that is going to play out, this is just my imagination going a little wild I guess! Let me know what you think!

Felicity kept her eyes down as she cleaned up the remaining medical supplies. Oliver stalked in the background, angrier than she had ever seen him. He reminded her of a caged lion, pacing back and forth all the while it's eyes were locked on to it's prey. Oliver's prey in this case had been Barry, which was why Digg had hauled him upstairs to the club not too long ago, leaving Felicity to deal with the caged beast.

"Give me one good reason why."

Felicity looked up to find Oliver standing before her, fists clenched at his sides, anger displayed all over his face.

"To save your life," she responded, looking him straight in the eyes. She wasn't going to back down from him on this. He needed to understand. She was going to make him understand that there was no other option.

"You didn't need him to do that. You could have looked up those vials when you brought me back here." Oliver stepped around the metal table he had just been half dead on minutes ago to stand in front of her.

"And what if I couldn't figure out what it was? What if by the time I figured it out, it was already too late? I couldn't take that chance - not with you." Felicity bit her bottom lip as the final words left her mouth. She had replayed her decision all throughout the night and although Digg had backed her up on it, in the end the decision was only hers. As she had touched Oliver's face in that warehouse, begging him to open his eyes, the only thing she could think about was seeing the blue in them again. The choice she had made was one she would never regret, because in the end it had saved his life. She would expose his identity again if it meant Oliver would remain breathing.

"You shouldn't have done it. You could have tried the herbs first."

"There wasn't time for that Oliver. You're heartbeat was slow enough as it was. It was either call the police or ask Barry for help, those were the only two options to choose from and I'm sorry if that doesn't work for you but…"

"You had no right to tell him my secret Felicity!" Oliver shouted, cutting off her ramble. Felicity's mouth fell open in disbelief, not at the rise in his voice, but at his words.

"Your secret? This hasn't been just your secret for a while now Oliver. I didn't just expose you. I exposed all of us. You might be the one shooting the arrows but Digg and I have just as big a part in this whole thing. If you go down we all go down, that's how a team works."

"I thought teams could trust each other. How am I ever supposed to trust you after this?" Oliver might as well have slapped her the way that Felicity recoiled from his words. She stumbled backwards, tears stinging her eyes almost immediately. She watched the anger seep from Oliver's face as soon as it registered what he had just said.

"Felicity..." Oliver said as he stepped towards her but she held up her hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"How could you trust me after this?" she repeated, as if saying the words could somehow help her to make sense of them. "After everything I've done. After all the hours I've spent in this cave. After giving up my life as an extraordinary IT tech to become a dumb blonde of an assistant. After all the times I've saved your pathetic ass, you doubt my loyalty to you?" Felicity wanted to be angry, but there was no rage in her body. Instead, she found herself frozen, her feet unwilling to move as her heart lay shattered in pieces on the floor. The dynamics of their relationship might be confusing, but one thing that Felicity always knew to be true was that Oliver trusted her. Not many people were privileged to know the real Oliver Queen and the fact that he had let her in, to not just his secret life but his entire life as a whole, was something that Felicity held close to her heart.

"I...I didn't mean that Felicity." Oliver said as he slowly walked forward. His chest met Felicity's outstretched hand and Oliver grasped it firmly, holding it against his chest. Felicity felt the steady thump of his heartbeat and allowed herself to get lost in it for a moment. Only an hour ago she was sure his heart would never beat again. Her eyes remained glued to the hand that was being held hostage against his chest until she felt Oliver's other hand against her cheek.

"Hey, look at me," he said as he gently tilted her chin up until her eyes met his. "I trust you Felicity. You are the only one...the only one who knows the real me. You're the only one who I can just be me around, without having to hide. I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it."

Felicity fought against the sob in her throat. She had held it together the entire night, from finding Oliver's half alive body to watching him crash on the table to seeing his eyes finally flicker open. She turned away from Oliver abruptly, burying her face in her hands, not wanting him to see the tears that ran freely down her cheeks.

When two strong arms banded around her waist she struggled to get free, still holding on to the sting of his words.

"I'm sorry," Oliver whispered, over and over again in her ear until Felicity couldn't fight any longer. She collapsed into his arms as Oliver pulled her firmly against his chest, his breath in her ear sending chills down her spine.

When Felicity's sobs had finally ceased, Oliver turned her slowly in his arms, bringing his hands up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Forgive me," he said as he rested his forehead against hers, his fingers still gently stroking her cheeks. "I can't do this without you. I need you Felicity."

Once again fighting back tears, Felicity found Oliver's eyes. No longer marred by anger, Felicity saw the truth of his words in them. They pleaded with her, and because she knew she would rather die a thousand deaths than walk away from him, she gave in. She realized then that she would never walk away from Oliver Queen.

"I forgive you," she whispered. Oliver let out a deep exhale as he pulled her against his chest again. "On one condition," Felicity added as she pulled out of his embrace.

"Name it."

"From now on, every decision that needs to be made gets made as a team." Felicity held up her hand as Oliver opened his mouth to speak. "And for my sake, please stop taking on genetically altered bad guys by yourself. I don't ever want to go through what I went through tonight again. Ever."

Oliver placed his hands on her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms until they met her elbows. "I promise. I'll do better at all of it Felicity"

Felicity closed her eyes, marveling at the way the fingers on her elbows were tracing small circles on her skin. "I almost lost you tonight," she whispered, recalling the sounds of Oliver's heart flat lining and Digg's frantic calls to get the crash cart. Tears threatened to spill again when she remembered how her knees had hit the pavement after the fourth time Digg had tried to restart Oliver's heart to no avail. Her desperate pleas not to give up echoed through the lair and after two more tries, Oliver's heart began to beat again.

"I'm right here, and I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon." Oliver said as he wiped away a stray tear. Felicity fell into his chest for the final time that night, pressing her ear to Oliver's chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart. When Digg and Barry came back downstairs a half hour later, the pair still hadn't moved.