Warning: mentions of rape and slight language.

"Felicity?"

"Hi, Oliver." Her voice was hoarse, like she'd been yelling.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really." She sounded like she was holding back a sob.

"Where are you?"

"The foundry."

"I'll be there in five minutes. Keep talking to me, Felicity. Are you hurt?"

Oliver was already on his way, adrenaline pumping and fear spreading.

"Y-yes."

"Alright, I'm pulling in right now, okay? I'm here."

He sprinted through Verdant's entrance and down the stairs to the foundry. Oliver's eyes immediately snapped on to the still figure sitting quietly against the glass case that held his Arrow getup.

He carefully sat down next to her, checking out every square inch of her body for any signs of injury. His jaw tightened as he noticed her torn blue dress and the numerous cuts and bruises lining her arms and legs. Her eyes were wet and glassy, like she needed to cry but was holding it back.

"Felicity," Oliver said, his voice calm and sharp. "What happened?" Truthfully, it didn't matter what happened. No matter what, he was going to hunt down the son of a bitch that did this to her, and he was going to get what he deserved in full.

Felicity averted her eyes, instead staring intently at her shoes.

"I-I did something...that I didn't think through very well. It's my fault. I promise you, it is. So no need to get all Arrow-y and stuff."

He looked curiously at her. Whatever she did, someone still clearly hurt her, and they were going to pay.

"Just tell me what happened, Felicity."

She cleared her throat. "There was this guy-his name's Alex Stiler, which I know because he dropped his drivers license- and he was throwing rocks at a stray dog. The dog was bleeding and whimpering and I've always loved animals and I got really pissed off that he was hurting this poor dog. I yelled at him to stop and that allowed the dog to get away, but then the man cornered me-and, he, uh...hurt me."

She shut her eyes.

Oliver took a slow breath. "And by hurt you, you mean..."

Felicity swallowed. "He raped me, Oliver."

He couldn't fully process that. Felicity, his Felicity, had gotten raped because she saved a dog's life. She'd been raped, because she was being a savior, a bright light, an angel. She'd been attacked. And even after all this time, of self-defense lessons and his vows to protect her, it hadn't been enough. He had failed her, and he didn't think he could ever forgive himself.

Oliver was up and on his feet in an instant, his hand already wrapped around his bow.

"Oliver, no."

He turned around slowly. Felicity had stood up as well, the blanket that had been wrapped around her shoulders now at her feet.

Then something happened. She must've been able to look into his eyes, and see the pain and desperation that lurked within them. They were murky with rage and bloodlust. They were the eyes of a hero with a twisted side, just as they were the eyes of a killer with a heart of gold. The yin and the yang, the opposing forces. Felicity could see that he was a perfect example of that.

"No killing. Not saying that you automatically would kill him. I'm sure you wouldn't, because it's not like he attacked Thea or Laurel or anyone that important you. I don't even know why I would consider the idea of you killing for me again, especially after the whole Count Vertigo thing where I screwed everything up, which I still am very sorry about and I know you said it's not my fault but I-"

Oliver took her hand, which quickly shut her up.

"Felicity," He said slowly. "You are just as important to me as Thea and Laurel. I would kill for you any day. Once again, the Count thing was not your fault. And neither was this. You saved an innocent's life, even if it was a dog, and that definitely makes you a hero. You are good, Felicity, in every way possible, and it's time you start reminding yourself of it. Now, I'm going to find this jackass who hurt you, beat the hell out of him, and then leave him for the cops, okay?"

Felicity nodded, smiling inwardly at how sweet and gentle his tone was towards her.

The next day, Alex Stiler was behind bars, and Felicity, Oliver, and Diggle were leaving the hospital. The doctor gave her a few stitches and ran a few tests, but she was very positive and said everything looked good.

Oliver or Dig stayed by her side at all times, fiercely protective of their blonde IT girl, which Felicity didn't exactly mind. Oliver had promised her 24/7 supervision, and that was easy, considering he had already decided he was staying on her couch for the next few days.

"Not like I have a job or anything." He'd told her with a shrug, to which she gave him a disapproving stare.

Felicity met with a therapist once in awhile to talk about how she was doing. She occasionally had nightmares; the kind that made you sweat and shake and shriek. But Oliver was always there, wrapping his arms around her waist, placing light kisses on her forehead.

Diggle supported her. Oliver protected her.

She was okay.

Omg, super short, I know. This idea had been bugging me for awhile though and I just had to write it down. Don't you love protective Oliver? Let me know what you think.