So this is my first fanfiction ever (excluding really lame ones I wrote when I was 14 and have since been deleted). With that being said, I apologize if it's terrible or for any mistakes. Sometimes I switch between past and present tense by mistake as well, so if I did that here please forgive me haha. Also, I changed the way I wanted this to go a few times so if anything contradicts itself let me know x.x Hope you guys enjoy!

It was a late Friday night in Starling City and surprisingly quiet. Their night in the foundry consisted of Felicity working on a new computer program while Oliver and John sparred on the mats and Oliver occasionally climbing the salmon ladder which Felicity certainly was not complaining about.

After they were done training, Oliver cleaned up and came back dressed in jeans and a blazer.

"I'm out. I've got a date with Lyla tonight." John said, grabbing his jacket, as Oliver came over to him and Felicity. John laughed as Felicity winked at him and held her fist out in a fist-bump gesture. He returned it as Oliver smirked at the exchange. John said his goodbyes to them as he made his way upstairs and Felicity turned back to her monitors.

"I have to go upstairs and talk to Thea. You want me to wait and walk you out?" Felicity shook her head and spun around in her chair to face Oliver.

"No that's okay. I don't want to keep you waiting and I don't know how much longer I'll be."

"Don't be here too late." He said, giving her a stern look.

"Oliver I can manage. Go do what you have to do." She jokingly pushed him away, "I won't stay up late and I'll be sure to lock up and look both ways before crossing the street." She stuck her tongue out at him as he turned to make his way up to the club.

She turned back to her computers to continue working. She didn't have a problem being alone in the arrow lair. This is where she felt safe. Though, as much as she'd hate to admit it, being out alone in the Glades at night did freak her out a little, but she was a grown woman for crying out loud.

She spent about another fifteen minutes working on her program before she finished. After shutting down all her computers and gathering her belongings, she went to shut all the lights off and then went over to the stairs to leave. On her way up she remembered it was a Friday night and did not feel like weaving her way through a mass of drunk people. She decided to just cut through the back alley. It would probably be quicker anyway considering where she had parked her car.

Making sure the lair door was properly shut and locked she walked towards the alleyway door while her ears were assaulted with loud club music. As she opened the door she was consumed with the frigid cold air. Hugging her jacket closer to her only helped to an extent considering her legs were still exposed from the dress she was still wearing from her day job as Oliver Queen's executive assistant.

As she starting walking down the alley, she momentarily forgot about her miniscule fear of being alone in the Glades at night until she heard catcalls and whistling from two drunk club patrons leaning against the wall.

Felicity tried to slightly pick up her pace, not enough for them to notice, but enough to make her feel a little bit better, as ridiculous as that sounded. Nothing's going to happen. It's just some guys. Quit being so damn paranoid, Felicity! Unfortunately, her own thoughts weren't enough to block out the sounds of the guys, who she then noticed were advancing towards her.

"Well, well, what have we got here? How are you on this fine night, gorgeous?" The tallest and probably most intimidating of them leered. Trying to summon all her confidence and courage she held her head high and smiled,

"Hello. If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be." She tried to hurry past them hoping they would leave her alone from there. She was almost passed them when the quieter one reached out and roughly wrapped his hand around her upper arm. Makes sense that that wouldn't have worked. She tried to scream, but before she could get a sound out she was being pushed backwards into the first guy and a hand went over her mouth to keep her from calling out.

"We're not quite done with you yet, sweetheart." The second guy said as he got in her face, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes assaulting her nose.

"We haven't even gotten started" said the guy who was behind her. While his hand was still against her mouth, he roughly pushed her against the brick wall. She suddenly snapped out of her fear induced haze and tried pushing and kicking the guy who held her tight against the wall. When that didn't work she maneuvered her head up just enough to be able to bite down on his hand.

"Ahh! You bitch!" he roared as he took his hand away only to swing it back hard against her face. She wanted to cry out but didn't want to give these men any satisfaction in showing her pain. However, she could not keep the stray tear that escaped from her eye.

As if they've done this before, the guy who had originally grabbed her arm was now standing guard while the other guy pushed her against the wall for the second time. She gasped in pain as her head bounced off the brick wall. As if sensing she was about to try and fight him off again, he pulled out a switchblade and held it tightly against her throat managing to draw a small amount of blood as the sharp blade cut through the skin.

"Try something again and it'll be the last thing you do"

Paralyzed by fear, all defensive training that Digg had drilled into her memory was gone as her jacket was quickly removed from her and a hand was then trailing up her thigh. She didn't want this. She wanted Oliver. The only thing keeping her somewhat sane right now was to think of Oliver. Much to her dismay, it wasn't enough to block out the fact that the guys lips were all over her face and neck. Hands where they shouldn't be. With his hand now very well up her dress, he roughly brought his hand to where she most certainly did not want it. Felicity let out a short sob as she squeezed her eyes shut to try and block it out.

Hearing a thud, her eyes shot open to see the guy standing watch on the ground unconscious and a blur of red as the guy was suddenly ripped from her. She let out a breath which felt like it was the first since she was approached. Felicity sunk to the ground, blindly searching through tear-filled eyes for her jacket. It was then that she realized how much she had been crying when her contacts were irritating her eyes. When a gust of cold air hit her legs she realized the bottom of her dress was still pushed up. Feeling like she wanted to vomit, she hurriedly pulled the bottom of her dress down to where it should be. Felicity closed her eyes and brought her knees to her chest hugging them to stave off the cold, not just from the weather, but from the shock as well.

Sudden warmth enveloped her as her jacket was draped against her.

"-icity. Felicity? Hey, can you hear me. Open your eyes." A hand touched her shoulder and her eyes shot open as she tried to jump back but not being able to get far since she was already sitting against the wall of Verdant.

"Roy! Take these out to the dumpster. They're doing nothing but getting in my way." Thea pointed to a crate of empty alcohol bottles behind the bar.

"Say 'please'." Roy said as Thea pouted while stressing the word 'please'.

"That's more like it." He turned to head over to the crate only to run into someone.

"Ollie! What are you doing here?" questioned Thea. Oliver gave a nod to Roy and turned back to Thea.

"I wanted to talk to you about the gala we're having this weekend."

"Yeah, I'm just going to go take these out now," Roy put on his red hoodie, "I just have to go check on something with one of the bouncers real quick. Some guys were causing trouble here earlier. Got to make sure they kicked them out."

After he cleared up the problem with the bouncer, Roy grabbed the crate and headed back out to the alley where the dumpsters were kept. When he got outside he placed the crate on the floor to open the top of the dumpster when he heard a noise at the end of the alley. When he looked over all he saw were two guys, but as he walked closer he noticed a blonde girl being assaulted while another stood by as if on look out. Too bad for him he was facing the wrong direction. Picking up his pace, Roy ran over to the scum on watch and knocked him unconscious before the guy could even figure out there was a threat. Luckily the guy who currently had is hands all over a very non-consensual girl had not yet figured out anyone else was in the alley. Grabbing the back of the guy's shirt, Roy roughly pulled him away from the blonde and into the opposite wall. The guy hazily tried to get up and defend himself but Roy gave him no chance as a strong right hook to his head knocked him out cold.

When he was certain that both guys were no longer a threat and there was no one else around, he turned to the girl who was no curled up against herself against the building wall. As he got a closer look he realized that this wasn't just any girl. It was Oliver's IT girl, Felicity. He walked over with his heart in his throat seeing her shaking, eyes closed, with tears running down her face. Grabbing her jacket that was lying a few feet away, he gently covered her with it as best as he could while crouching down to her eye level.

"Felicity. Felicity? Hey, can you hear me. Open your eyes." He gently placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention while trying not to frighten her in the moment.

It didn't work. She shrieked and jumped back staring wide-eyed at Roy. It took her a moment before she recognized who it was and she slightly relaxed.

"Are you okay?" They both winced at their own accord, "Of course you're not okay." He said quietly to himself.

"Come on let's get you inside." He carefully put his arm around her shoulders and slowly helped her up. He took her jacket from her hands and helped her into it and then took off his hoodie and draped it around her shoulders.

As they made their way toward the door Felicity mumbled something that Roy couldn't make out.

"What was that?" She spoke again, still quiet, but this time enough for Roy to understand.

"O-Oliv-Oliv..er" she shivered.

"Oliver? Don't worry he's still inside talking to Thea. Let's get you settled in the office first and I'll get him."

Once inside, they navigated through the halls until reaching one of the office rooms. He led Felicity to the couch and sat her down. Sitting down next to her still shaking form, "I'm going to go find Oliver. Stay here. Don't go anywhere, okay? You're safe now." Hesitantly she nodded at him. As he left the room, she let out a shaky breath and leaned back into the couch trying not to break down any more than she already was. She could still feel the hands on her thighs, the lips on hers, the hot breaths in her face. She wanted to vomit. She wanted Oliver.

Roy ran out into the club area toward the bar where he had last seen his girlfriend and her brother. Spotting only Thea as she was talking to the bartender, he quickly hurried over to her.

"Thea! Where's Oliver?" he shouted not only to be heard over the music, but in fear Oliver had already left when it seemed he'd be the only one to calm a distraught Felicity.

"He's on his way out. Roy? What's going on?" Thea was not used to seeing her usually stoic boyfriend so frantic, especially to find her brother.

"Roy!" she shouted as his eyes searched for which way Oliver would have gone out.

"Felicity," Thea looked at him confused, "there were guys in the alley when she was trying to leave." The look he gave her was all she needed.

"You left her alone?!" Now she was worried. Sure, she didn't really know Felicity all that well, but she was close to Oliver and Walter. She knew she was a good person.

"She's in the back office!" Roy shouted as he finally spotted Oliver about to head out the club doors. He took off running while Thea quickly headed to the office.

Pushing through the crowd of drunk club patrons, he ignored their protests of him bumping into them. He wasn't sorry. This was way more important.

"Oliver! Wait up! Oliver!" he shouted as loud as he could over the blaring music and voices of everyone in the club. One of the bouncers at the door noticed and stopped Oliver from continuing as he nodded toward Roy. Oliver gave the bouncer a confused look before turning around.

"Roy. Everything okay?"

"You need to come with me" the demanding tone Roy used did not seem to go over well with Oliver.

"Excuse me? Roy, tell me what's going on."

"It's Felicity," Now he had Oliver's attention, "These guys in the alley-"

"Where is she?" If looks could kill, Roy was sure his life would have been over.

"She's in the back office." Before he could finish Oliver was hastily making his way through the club as Roy caught up.

"Talk." Oliver ordered. No tone for anything else.

"There were two guys. One standing watch while the other has her against the wall. Hands all over her" An animalistic noise emitted from Oliver and Roy wasn't sure if he even realized he made the noise, "I got them away, but she's shaken up. Really bad. The only thing she's said was your name." Roy rushed out. At the last part, Oliver's face went blank but his eyes showed nothing but rage and concern.

As they approached the door, Oliver ripped it open trying to control his anger at the thought of someone laying their hands on Felicity.

As the door flew open Felicity jumped in surprise, away from Thea who had come in only a few minutes prior to find Felicity staring into space. When she had entered the room at first she was taken aback by the sight of the normal babbling and upbeat Felicity Smoak, now distressed and quieter than she had ever seen her before. Not knowing what else to do she sat next to the blonde just trying to be there for her until Roy could inform Oliver of what had happened.

"Felicity…" Thea had never heard more emotion from Oliver since the Island, not even before. She got up from the couch to move next to Roy who was standing in the doorway.

Oliver walked straight toward Felicity without hesitation and without the caution most people would be using right now. Not because he didn't care for her state of being, but because it was like a known fact that she would always feel safe when he was around. Which proved to be true when he knelt down in front of her and softly cupped her face in his hands seeing red from what was now a bruise on her face from where she was hit.

It took her a moment to register what was happening but as soon as she looked at Oliver a weight lifted from her shoulders and a sob escaped from her lips as she lunged herself at Oliver wrapping her arms around him.

"Oh god. Oliver" He returned the embrace while moving up to sit beside her on the couch. Thea and Roy exchanged looks before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind them.

"Felicity," Oliver slowly pulled back so he could look at Felicity, "what happened? Talk to me."

"I …I-I was-… and he had his-" She barely made out the words before a new set of tears started to form and couldn't stop her lips from quivering, which only then made her remember the feeling of the other guys lips on hers. Frantically, she started rubbing her lips against the back of her hand trying to forget the feeling. Trying to banish any evidence of what happened from her memory.

Oliver gently grabbed her hands with his, "Hey. Shh It's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. No one's going to hurt you again." His words were so soft and gentle that had she not been as close to him as she was, she may have not even heard it. Conjuring up whatever strength she could muster, she began to speak.

"I, uh, I finished up my work so I decided to head home. I didn't want to go through the club crowd so I took the alley. It was closer to my car anyway. I thought it'd be a good idea," she let out a short humorless laugh, "jokes on me right?" Oliver held on tighter. "There were these two guys. I tried to get by them but the one grabbed my arm. The other one, he… he, um, oh god. He pushed me against the wall. He pulled off my jacket and his hands were on me." He was almost certain she wasn't aware of the fact that she pulled her hands away to subconsciously smooth out the part of dress covering her thighs, which as he looked down, he could see were also covered in faint bruises. They were going to pay. "He, he, uh, kissed me. I tried getting away but he was too strong. I tried. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey. Hey, look at me. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for!"

"How am I supposed to help Arrow when I can't even fend off two drunk guys? I'm useless!"

"Don't you dare. You are nothing but perfect. You will never be useless, do you understand me?" She nodded, but not after some hesitation, and in doing so her hair moved slightly away from her neck where he caught a glimpse of red.

With a finger under her chin, he gently moved her head up to get a better look.

"Felicity." He started, with barely contained rage, "what happened to your neck?" He asked, praying she wasn't going to say what he feared he already knew.

Confused she brought her hand up to her neck resulting in a small sharp pain.

"Oh… He had a knife. He threatened me if I tried anything to get away again."

With his jaw clenched so tight he felt it might break, Oliver stood up and headed toward the door with the intent of putting about fifty arrows each into the men responsible for this. His hand was outstretched ready to grab the handle when he heard a strangled cry behind him.

She had no idea what happened at first. Then she saw the murderous look in his eyes and watched as he stormed toward the door. She knew his goal was to find those guy and go all Arrow on them, but as soon as he left her side, her stability and feeling of safety was fleeting. She felt ridiculous. Things could have gone so much worse and here she was falling apart like she never thought possible. When Roy first left her to get Oliver, a part of her was worried he would think she was pathetic for acting like this. But when she saw him, she didn't care how pathetic she looked. Oliver was there and she could breathe again. And now he was about to leave and she didn't know if she could handle it. Everyone gets an exception once in a while, and this was hers. She didn't just want Oliver. She needed Oliver. He was the only thing that could keep her frazzled mind grounded and he was about to leave her alone in an unfamiliar office. Though not like leaving her alone in the lair would be any better either.

"Oliver. Please don't leave. I… I don't want to be alone. I can't- …" Oliver turned toward her, no longer looking ready to kill as he gathered her in his arms. She tightly returned the hug as her shock was now wearing off. She suddenly felt completely drained and probably would have fell to the floor in a heap of desperate mess had Oliver not tightened his grip on her, practically holding her up.

'Come on. Let's get you home." Making sure her jacket was secure and buttoned around her, he took off his blazer draping it across her shoulders. Felicity folded Roy's hoodie and placed it on the arm of the couch. With one arm around her waist, he led her out of the office into the hallway. Upon passing the alleyway door, Roy entered from outside. His gave Oliver a short nod, barely noticeable. Later, Oliver would get a call from the SCPD asking if he knew anything about the two men beaten and tied up in the alley of his nightclub. Not only did he not know anything, but his security cameras had a malfunction that could not be recovered. As grateful as he was, Roy's work was nothing compared to what he would have done had be gotten his hands on them.

So that's all I have so far... how did I do? I originally started writing this at work one day and meant to just write it all in one shot and post it all at once. Then I ended up making it longer than I had planned and figured I'd post what I had to motivate me to finish it... or if I should finish it? Thank you for reading!