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What did you think about last Arrow episode? Pretty intense right? That's why I decided to write this little fluffy story ;) Hope you'll like it.

In this story, Oliver has a dream, and it's definitely not about the Island…

Tell me what you think! And forgive me for my mistakes, English is not my first language.


Oliver couldn't sleep. Every night, he was fighting his demons, thinking about what happened to him on the Island, what happened to Shado. About what could happen to his friends, his family and his partners. Everybody could see how tired he looked, but most of the people stopped asking him questions, letting him live his life, hoping that one day, he would open up about his fears.

That night, like every other night, he couldn't sleep, but this had nothing to do with the Island. And when he woke up, he was in a terrible, terrible mood…

He arrived late at QC, didn't say hello to anybody, and barely listened to Felicity's instructions about his next meetings. He canceled one meeting with his lawyer, didn't answered his phone when Isabel called, didn't have lunch, letting Felicity and Diggle go together. Yes, he was in a terrible mood and Tommy didn't make him feel better.

As soon as he arrived at Verdant, Oliver had to listen to his best friend's comments about how tired he looked. "I know" was the only thing he answered definitely not ready to start a discussion about this right now. But, unlike his friend, Tommy was in a good mood, and kept going.

"Dude, you really should try to sleep, look at you, how are you supposed to do your CEO job and your Arrow job if you don't sleep", Tommy said, while installing bottles behind the bar and cleaning some glasses.

"I'm fine" said Oliver. "Just give me a beer and I'll be better"

Tommy did so, but couldn't help but be worried about his friend. "Ollie, you've been through a lot, but you can't continue like that. Maybe you should see someone, a doctor…"

"I don't need to see a doctor" Oliver started to lose his patience. He didn't want to hear these bullshits. To avoid this conversation, he decided to go downstairs hoping that maybe, the salmon ladder could calm his bad mood. But Tommy grabbed his shoulder, preventing it from going further. "Look, Oliver, you can't run everytime someone wants to help you".

Oliver knew that Tommy was worried, and wanted to help, but for that kind of dream, there was nothing he could do. "Man, maybe if you talk to me…" Merlyn continued.

Turning back to sit on a chair, Oliver finally decided to explain his problem to his best friend.

"I just had a bad night" he started.

"Yeah, you only have bad nights, since you're back from the dead" Tommy said.

"This one was different"

"What was that about?" The man asked, in concern.

"Felicity"

"That's not the first time you dream about her being killed, but she decided to follow you, so you should accept the situation, even if it's difficult for you because all your guilty issues…"

"It was not that kind of dream Tommy" Oliver blushed. Tommy was wondering why his friend was blushing. Never in his whole life, had he blushed. Never. It took a few seconds to Tommy to understand what his friend was talking about. "Oh… OH… Oh man…" he said, with a big smile, definitely relived to see that it was not death related.

"So are you all grumpy because you dreamed about your EA-nerdy-partner in crime in a situation where she was apparently naked?" Tommy teased. He was very ready for that conversation.

"Not funny at all, Tommy" Even if he talked about his dream with his friend, Oliver was still annoyed.

"Actually it is. So, what was this dream about? Was she the sexy librarian girl? I'm pretty sure she's hot without her clothes. Not that she's not hot when she actually wears clothes"

Oh Tommy, you shouldn't have said that… If Oliver and Felicity were not a couple, Oliver couldn't help but be jealous of every man around her. When a man was, according to him, to close to her, he threatened him with his gaze.

Not only was he jealous, but he was also overprotective and there was no way Tommy would think about her like that. If he was not his friend, he would have punch him.

But he couldn't, so Oliver simply took a deep breath before talking again. But he didn't have time to say anything because he heard that someone was arriving.

And it was Felicity, of course it was Felicity. He couldn't avoid her just because he dreamed about her, and him, in a bed (and in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom…)

When she arrived next to the two men, Oliver tried to act as relax as possible. But when he saw her, so beautiful, he thought about his dream. About how sexy she was in his shirt. About how good her kisses were. About how his skin felt good when she touched him. But it was all a dream and it will never happen…

But all his efforts to stay calm, to think about anything else than a naked Felicity were destroyed when he saw her white t-shirt, her wet white t-shirt. So wet that he could see her pink bra…

He didn't know if it was because his gaze focused too long on it, but Felicity quickly explained her situation.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your buddy moment, but it's raining cats and dogs outside and as you can see, I'm very wet. Not me… I'm not wet. Of course I'm not wet. My clothes are wet. Damn. And of course, that's the day I decided to wear this." She said, pointing this damn white wet t-shirt. "So everybody can now see my bra. An old man almost fell because he was watching it"

Stop Felicity, please. Don't talk anymore about your bra, thought Oliver.

Tommy was looking at him with an incredulous gaze, enjoying the whole moment a bit too much…

"Felicity" Oliver said with a soft voice. God, even after running under the rain, she was still beautiful.

"Sorry" she answered with a small smile. "Can I borrow one of the shirt you leave here, because I can't stay like that, it's definitely cold…"

"Yeah of course" Oliver told her. Fine, now she will wear one of his shirt, in front of him. She will be sexy as hell in one of his shirt. In his last dream, she was wearing one of his shirt. Just one of his shirt…

"Oh man, you're so screwed" Tommy whispered to his friend.