Author's Notes: This has been floating around my head and I've been meaning to get this down on "paper" because my mind keeps running around with what I want for Olicity.

~*~Spoiler of Season Two Episode Six~*~

*I do not own the characters of Arrow*

This is my first fan-fiction, I do not have a beta, and all of the mistakes are my own.

Felicity walked into her apartment and looked to see if there was anything out of place. Her living room had everything in place. Her leather couch had a homemade blanket from her old MIT roommate's mother. There was also her Star Trek pillow cased pillow next to the blanket. Her bookcases still had her mini library of computer science and eclectic books; the other from ceiling to floor full of DVD's of her favorite TV shows and movies. Her coffee table was full of USB drives, random charging cords, the past six months of magazine subscriptions. Her 32-inch LCD flat screen on her entertainment center started collecting dust around it from the lack of use the past year since being a part of Team Arrow.

Nothing out of place here

However deep inside something was different. She walked towards her bedroom and turned on the light. It was starting to become a mess. There were clothes starting to pile up around her queen size bed. She walked over to the desk in front of her window and started booting up the computer.

Walking back to the back of her bedroom to her bathroom. The woman standing in the mirror in front of her was someone she did not recognize. Her hair was out of place, unlike earlier when her hair was brushed and clean. Also she has streams of make-up tears down her face. Now starting to have raccoon eyes also. Looking for her make-up remover pad, she carefully took the make-up off of her face. Washed it and put on her face moisturizer.

Much better. At least I do not look like a homeless bum anymore.

Walking out of her bathroom she walked carefully to her computer. She logged into the Foundry's security feeds to be sure to keep an eye there.

Sighing, seeing that Oliver and Diggle were not on the news feed. She stood up and started looking again for things out of place. Starting with her suitcase from their trip to Russia was still next to the door.

I really need to get rid of those clothes.

Then it hit her like a punch into her stomach. Tears started swelling in her eyes.

"Because of the life I lead- I think that it is better to not- to be with someone I could really care about. "

Before Felicity could control her thoughts and her emotions she yelled in her empty apartment, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" She broke down and started crying uncontrollability on her floor.

After what seemed hours she pulled herself off the floor and pushed her back against the wall. She grabbed her phone and texted the last person she even wanted to think about.

"Hey Oliver, I am not feeling well and would like to stay home tomorrow so I do not get anyone else sick. Will you be ok without me tomorrow? I will send you an email with tomorrow's agenda."

Light, friendly, casual. I hope that he does not notice a thing.

Her phone buzzed on the floor.

"Is everything ok? Do you need anything? I can be there in ten minutes. And of course you can have the day off tomorrow. I'm surprised you even asked."

Oh yeah, after that lovely conversation today in the office. Oliver Queen doesn't miss a thing.

"Don't need anything at the moment. Be safe out there tonight. Hopefully I'll be in the Foundry tomorrow night"

Time to find sleep.

Felicity walked into her kitchen, grabbed any cup she could find, the bottle of red wine on the counter. Walking back to her bedroom, pouring herself a glass.

I really hope that I will find sleep tonight.

This hurts so much.

Because unless she was reading way into what had happened.

He does care about me, a lot.

She drank as much as she could before lying down on her bed; still her work clothes, crying herself to sleep.

He looked through her window after reading that text message.

She just needs some time alone, to process. I will just make sure that she makes it to sleep tonight before heading back to the Foundry.

Felicity gets up off the ground and disappears from Oliver's sight. He tried shifting around the roof of the next building seeing if he could catch what was going on inside. She saw Felicity once again with tears streaming down her face. Drinking a cup of what looked like alcohol of some type. Collapsed on her bed, hugging a pillow, crying even more into it.

I cannot watch this any longer. I have to do and say something.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Felicity. Please be Felicity.

Nope. His phone read John Diggle. "Hey Digg"

"Oliver? Where are you?"

"It's a long story. Are you down for a cold one?"

"What happened? Does it have something to do with Russia? I knew something was up between you and Felicity"

"I'll tell you everything. Just not over the phone, ok Digg"

"Ok I'll see you at the Foundry in twenty minutes."

She's strong. This needs to happen so she can move on with her life.

With Oliver only needing twelve minutes to make it to the club from her apartment. He had seven minutes left before he had to leave.

And used every second watching her cry herself to sleep.