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I Have A Type

Felicity can't pretend the kiss didn't mean anything to her...because it did. It really did. The million dollar -no pun intended- question was, what? What did it mean to her? As much as she wanted it to, it didn't mean hope...hope for a romance...a chance...that hope with anyone but him was taken by him.

As much as she wanted normal, simple, and innocent...Ray was not Oliver and she can't stop the aching in her heart as something in the back of her mind tells her that...it's okay.

On her way home, oddly enough, she finds herself comparing the two kisses, and she knew right away Oliver's 'goodbye kiss' won.

Oliver wasn't Ray. He wasn't rich, anymore. He couldn't afford her couture dresses or rent her 2 million dollar necklaces. He wasn't innocent and will always have a dark side to him.

Ray wasn't Oliver either. Yes, they both cared greatly for her and go to great lengths to protect her but...somehow she found it easy to believe if she was hurt, Oliver would defiantly be there in a heartbeat maybe 1/2 a heartbeat.

Suddenly she got to thinking about how hungry she was, and how she was craving Salmon. That soon lead her thought to the Salmon ladder, and to Ray...and Oliver.

Her last though was 'I have a type' before the front of the car started to crumbled and cave in. Next thing she knew she was pushing her way out the crushed door. Her vision started to get dizzy but all she could here over the buzz was the wails of a child. She looked to her left and saw that some lady had fell out of the car behind her and had a large gash on the head, she was also unconscious.

She used all her strength to move her self over to the car and saw that there was a car seat that had been flipped over. She went and flipped the car over, whispered soothing words. The little baby girl giggle and Felicity smiled as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Felicity woke up, the blinding light burning her eyes. A nurse was at her side monitoring her heartbeat.

"Your awake!" She exclaimed dropping her papers. "We were expecting you to rest for at least 5 hours..you've only been out 2 hours." The nurse explained. "Is there anything I can get for you? Water? Food? Pain medicines? We looked on your profile...Mrs. Smoak and there wasn't anyone to call is there anyone you would like to call?" She asked.

"Um..."she thought awhile but she came up blank. Who would come for her, it was Oliver's night out, and Ray probably went home.

Another nurse came rushing in, "Mrs. Smoak...Oliver Queen is here to see you."

Oliver came rushing in his face full of worry.

"Felicity." He said softly although it came out as a growl and the nurses took it as there time to leave.

"Oliver? What are you doing here, I'm fine."

He took three long strides and was up to her and by her side. He placed a hand on her head where she realized that she had hit it on the car door while helping the baby...the baby!

"How's the baby?!" She exclaimed. She started to sit up but realized right again that it was a mistake as she grimanced in pain.

"She's alright her and her mother are fine. Felicity why weren't you looking where you were driving. I called you 5 times and you never picked up, I thought that you were with Ray after the..." He paused.

Felicity gasped. "Oliver, the kiss meant nothing. I swear, it's just...nothing. Why would I be with R-" She paused as a nurse came running in yet again.

"Mrs. Smoak, Mr. Ray is here to see you, he wanted me to give you this." The nurse said pushing a large bouquet of flowers into her arms.

Felicity turned to Oliver whose jaws were clenched and hands in fist.

"Tell him to come back later, because I'm busy." She said and turned to Oliver who looked at her with shock and confusion. "Oh and bring this back too." She replied handing him the flowers.

"Why?" Oliver asked.

"Because, Oliver...I have a type..." She said, as they both leaned closer. "And that type...is you." She mumbled before slanting her lips onto his.