I'm rather overwhelmed by the responses I've gotten, so here's a little something that's been floating around in my brain for a while now. Tommy lives AU! In which he wakes up to some surprises, none of which were the ones he expected.

This is so unbeted it's crazy. This may become a separate fic, because I have ideas but we'll see.

The first time Tommy woke up it was because of the nightmares. Well, that and how real the pain felt shooting through his lower chest. There was a flurry of people, vaguely familiar voices called to him in his delirium but it faded quickly then he felt at ease again.

He was somewhat aware of the people there, coming and going. Thea's hands held on to his left hand tightly; as if she left go she'd lose him. He wanted to squeeze her hands. To open his eyes and look at her, make some self deprecating comment about himself to get her to smile, but heaviness never left him.

Oliver hovered around for sometime, saying little but Tommy knew he was there. Laurel came to sit with him everyday, rarely leaving his side for the first week and a half. Oddly enough it wasn't any of them who surrounded him when he woke up. Blinking rapidly he looked around slowly, sunlight low in the windows, but bright enough to make out a silhouette in the corner. After a moment Felicity came into focus, one foot on the chair with her chin perched on her knee as she held her book.

"Any goo-" his voice came out low and raspy, flem catching in his throat as he started to cough. Yelping is surprise she dropped her book and looked up at him moving to get him some water. She looked around slightly panicked before digging out a straw from her purse and bringing it over to him.

After finishing the glass of water, she refilled it and set it on the side table before going to grab a nurse. Tommy laid back, watching as a she reentered behind some nurses and doctors.

"We need to check-" one of the nurses started but Felicity stopped, barely in the door.

"Just let me know when I can come back in," she said, pointing in the direction of the door with one hand while the other went to her pocket to retrieve her phone.

"Don't," Tommy started, getting her attention before she left. His voice still raspy from the oxygen tube and lack of use, he cleared his throat.

"Don't tell him," he finally got out. Felicity didn't need further explanation, just nodded after a moment.

"Or Laurel," he added, Felicity's foot already out of the door. She nodded again in recognition of the request but didn't look at him.

After fifteen minutes they allowed Felicity back in the room, Tommy now sitting up in bed. The nurse finished taking blood, before reattaching the IV fluids and turning to Felicity..

"Everything looked fine, but we're running a few more tests, just in case," she said to an edgy looking Felicity. She nodded and smiled before the nurse left, Felicity's eyes flitting about to anything except Tommy.

"You've got a horrible poker face you know," he said, her eyes finally meeting his, eyebrows up in what he guessed was surprise.

"I didn't te-"

"Look, I'm assuming he's footing the bill for the private room since I'm assuming I'm broke. It makes sense, you work with him so-"

"I didn't tell him. Couldn't if I wanted too, but I wouldn't since you asked me not to. He's not here," she cut in. Tommy looked at her in confusion as she stood and started pacing.

"Well, obviously he's not here. It'd be rather difficult to hide 200 or so pounds of pure muscle and not see him here. He's stealthy, but I don't think he's the type to hide behind the curtains and risk having his shoes seen," she rambled on, gesturing to the curtains by the window as she paced in front of the chair she had vacated.

She stopped pacing, turning to look at Tommy's confused if not slightly amused expression. With a deep breath she finally spoke the words she'd been avoiding.

"He's gone, has been for a little over a week now." Her voice was softer and sounded to Tommy, a little defeated.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"A little over three weeks now,"

Three weeks? Tommy's hand moved to his face, then hair in shock. It seemed he was growing a short beard, his hair longer and more uneven than it had been in-well, ever.

"So this," he said pointing to his face. "Is just a welcome back gift, along with the 21 gun salute outside my door?" He asked her, having noted the officers when she left but unable to get an answer from the medical staff.

Felicity gave him a weak smile, looking from him to the guarded doorway and back. She was silent for a while, a debate seeming to be going on inside her mind if the lost look in her eyes was anything to go by.

"Well, first off, those are cops. You're thinking army. Hopefully, they won't be needed. You were moved because of an attack. It seemed that with the chaous someone slipped in and attempted to-" her hands started moving as she spoke, her phone balanced on her knee as she went on without taking a breath.

"Couldn't get to Daddy dearest, so they settled for second best?" Tommy filled in, despite being rough from disuse Felicity heard the anger, pain and spite in his voice perfectly.

"I'm assuming they saw it that way," she said, moving the chair closer to his bed a little. Her phone vibrated, looking down she saw the message from Diggle. He was five minutes out.

"So, because of that, there's a plan," she started slowly. Having just completely woken up she didn't wish to overwhelm him but felt he needed to know. He didn't know her well, didn't trust her like Diggle or Oliver so while it was needed, it didn't mean he had any reason to trust her.

"Plan?"

"Yeah," her phone vibrated again, another message from Diggle.

Don't tell him yet.

"Crap on a cracker," she sighed, picking up the phone and responding before she looked up at him.

"Oliver's?" Tommy asked, his voice was angry and more than a little distainful.

"No, mine." She informed him, his eyes softening slightly before Diggle entered.

"So, what's he know?"

"I know I'm awake and right here, so I can respond to questions asked about me," he informed him as Diggle stopped by the foot of his bed and handing a plastic bag to Felicity, before crossing his arms and glaring at him.

There was the noise of a shopping bag rustling, but it did little to deter the staring contest between the two men. After Felicity checked the bag's contents she rolled her eyes at the two men before her.

"Fine, I know there was an attempt on my life. I know I've been out for about three weeks, Oliver's MIA, no one's mentioned my father and I'm not sure if I'm relieved by that. Laurel and Thea have been around at times, there are guards and my door and I have a beard. Which may or may not have to do with some sort of plan."

Diggle nodded at him, "Was that so difficult?"

Tommy muttered under his breath and reached for the glass of water as Diggle and Felicity seemed to have a silent conversation.

A resolved sigh escaped Felicity before she reached into the plastic bag and pulled out two boxes and set them beside him in his bed. He looked from them to her in confusion.

"So, have you ever had any interest in being blond or a red head?"