A/N: This one has the potential to be a multi-chapter (same scene, different POVs), if it is desired. Just a quick drabble I wrote after watching the new episode. I want to do Barry justice, because I do like him, but Olicity is my ship. Does anyone else feel the writers sent mixed messages about this ship?!

Anyhow, standard disclaimers apply. Not beta'd, reviews welcome, thank you for the follows, favs and reviews on my other works, and none of the recognizable characters are mine. Enjoy!

"Can you please help my friend?" That was what the beautiful blonde he had really hoped to get to know had begged of him.

That was earlier. Felicity had promised she didn't like Oliver (Barry was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Oliver Queen was the Vigilante!) like that, but he was starting to wonder if perhaps she was in denial. The driver, Diggle (who, looking back to before he knew for sure, should have been clear was not just a driver), was worried, yes. But Felicity...she took worrying to a whole new level. And he didn't miss the hurt that briefly flashed over her face at that moment when Oliver passed from being unconscious to sleeping and he'd called for someone named "Shado." Barry recognized the tone he used, it was a cry of warning, but having never heard one with that degree of desperation, Felicity didn't.

And now she was pacing, rapidly. When she wasn't pacing, she was typing furiously on her computer, tracking down anything she could on the compounds of the drug, who was supplying it, who would want it released. He recognized what Felicity was doing, because he'd done it over and over again every time his dad lost an appeal. And sometimes, Barry thought ruefully, even and especially in between appeals.

Diggle silently kept watch over Oliver, and Barry assumed he wasn't paying attention to him until he went to try to calm Felicity.

"Wouldn't recommend it, Allen." Diggle's deep voice cut into Barry's thoughts.

"What?"

"If you disturb her right now, she will make you regret it." Barry let out a wry chuckle as he looked over to Felicity but heeded the older man's advice.

"Just friends, huh?" At that, Diggle let out a chuckle himself. Barry had a lot of questions, and that was not the one he'd intended on asking first. It is, however, the one that came out, so he went with it. He'd get to the why, how long, who knows, and could Oliver help hims later.

"That's what they say." Barry and Diggle shared a smile, knowing that there was no way those two were not 'just friends.' No one runs a background check on law enforcement for a 'friend.' Even if out it did turn out he was stretching the truth. A lot. And yes, Oliver had a big secret to hide. There was still no reason for Oliver to do a background check.

"Does he know how lucky he is?" Barry had met Felicity only briefly, but even he could tell she was special. He felt a quick twinge of loss; in different circumstances ones in which Oliver Queen didn't exist- that spark he felt with Felicity could have really turned into something amazing.

"Not yet. Neither one of them are ready, really."

"I can-"

"Felicity?" Oliver groaned weakly. In a flash of blonde, she was at his side, standing not uncomfortably close to Barry. She ran her hands all over him, making sure he was really awake now and there were no injuries she'd miraculously missed. Diggle smiled, noticing as Barry did that she was his first waking thought.

"What the hell was that, Oliver? You told me you had this, you'd beaten guys like that before!" Oliver groaned again.

"Could you please...save the yelling for...when I don't feel like I'm dying?"

"Oh, you'd better..."

"Mr. Queen? You got hit with some pretty nasty stuff," Barry started to interject, hoping to stop the tirade against the very injured Oliver. Felicity turned her glare to him, and he could see Oliver trying to place his voice, and knew it clicked when Oliver's jaw tensed.

"Felicity, what is he doing here?" Oliver ground out, glowering at Barry. "Diggle, you allowed this?"

"Oh no you don't, Oliver, I am not your underling in this. Barry had the scientific knowledge to save you, and he wouldn't blow your cover like calling 911 would have-" she glared at Diggle as she said that. Diggle held up his hands in mock surrender, and Barry could only watch in amazement as Felicity continued her tirade, sounding very much like a significant other who was worried about her loved one but was angry she had to be.

"Just friends, huh?" Barry said again dryly.

"Yeah. Just friends," Diggle responded with no small hint of sarcasm.

"Right." Barry shook his head in disbelief. He missed his train out of an unfamiliar city. He was most likely out of a job. He lost out on a chance with an amazing woman to the playboy vigilante he considered a hero.

Life was somewhat looking up though, Barry thought. Maybe Oliver had a spot on his team for a forensics guy. At least then he'd have front row tickets to the show that was Oliver and Felicity, not to mention the good that could come out of proving his dad wasn't a killer. It could be fun. Yeah. Fun.