Shot Threw The Heart

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity sat in her chair leaning back, and just resting. Mentally she felt drained, and physically she was sore, and in pain. Aspirin wasn't cutting it, and she didn't want anymore of Diggle's special little pills. They made her loopy! Her jacket was in her lap, one she recently bought to fit in with all the leather wearing heroes of Starling City.

She felt good about what she did! She did! Only right now, she was still trying to adjust to the pain in her arm, and the wreak the foundry was. Even the lights weren't working yet! She had so much work to do, and didn't feel like doing any of it right now. Diggle had sent her home, and she'd one--for a few hours. Now she was back, sitting in her yoga pants, and a loose shirt that was easy on her sore arm. It was in a pink sling, but she knew she'd not wear it around the others. They were stronger then her. Her recent attempt to keep up with them and not be the one who feel behind, had ended with her getting shot. At least Sara had acted impressed! That was something!

Felicity wanted to do something to impress everyone. Prove they needed her more then she needed them. Because she did. She needed to belong to the group. Maybe she could do something with the foundry again. Redo it better this time. Make it something really impressive.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver had just dropped Sara off at her father's place before returning to Verdant. In his attempts to avoid his mother he didn't return home until very late, when he knew she would be asleep or at least in her bedroom. The two were falling into a pattern, and she seemed to gain some sort of understanding and acceptance to his decision. Or, maybe not. He felt like he didn't know his mother at all anymore. After all, he'd practically disowned her as his mother, but remained acting as her son for Thea's sake. He hated that his mother had turned him into more of a liar . . . but he was also aware that Thea could never know about this. He would do anything to protect her, even if it meant pretending to get along with a woman he no longer held any respect for. Though apparently, he had to do a better job of it since Thea wasn't convinced.

Between that, and everything else that was happening -- most recently, the Lance family tension, their system getting hacked and destroyed, and Felicity getting shot -- Oliver wasn't even sure where to start. Being at Verdant now, he decided he would take a look around and see the damage; see if he could start repairing anything. While his knowledge of such things obviously wasn't as extensive as Felicity's, surely he find something to work on. However, as he descended the stairs, he noticed the lights were on and it didn't take him long to see who was occupying the room. His expression went to puzzlement as he walked closer to where Felicity was seated. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "You should be home resting." Not here. This wasn't a good place to rest at all. It wasn't comfortable and it was a work space. She should be home, in her apartment, recovering from her injury -- since she had refused to go to the hospital which Oliver still wished she would do.

[Felicity Smoak]

At the sound of his voice, Felicity looked up from her jacket, pushing it under the desk, as she used her legs to pull her closer to where she should be working. What was he doing back here? She had though to have the night to herself. "And you should be at home resting too." She countered, her voice lighter then it had been in a few days, but still not quite back to her quirky self. Looking back at him, she wondered why he was here.

"You know there is a thing called working too hard." She teased, knowing there wasn't something he could do here. Everything was computer, and tech. Hardware and software. Not fighting crime, kicking ass, and saving a city of people who didn't even know they were in danger. "You should go see Thea, or to a party." While she stayed here to work things out.

[Oliver Queen]

She told him that he should be at home resting as well. But, he wasn't the one who had been shot. He knew he should have done more to make sure she had not been out there like that. He job was here, in the safety of these walls and while there were instances where she needed to be out in the field . . . it was usually when he could keep a solid eye on her. Not when she was out on her own. He ignored her comment about going to see Thea or going to a party. "You should take your own advice," he told her when she stated taht there was a thing as working too hard. He walked closer to her until he was standing right near her, looking at her, still not sure what she was doing here when she was injured.

"Go home, Felicity," he told her softly. "You don't need to do anything here right now. Take time to recover." She had been shot. Everytime anything happened to her, Oliver knew it was his repsonsibility. And Diggle's words would always resurface in his mind, to that day when Felicity had joined the team and Diggle questioned their ability to protect her. He could always tell himself that he would never let it happen again, but he was realizing his failures. Still. She was here, she was alive, and she was safe once more. That was all he could ask for, because he couldn't bare to lose her.

[Felicity Smoak]

"You should take your own advice," Her advice, Diggle's Sara's. Everyone was sending her home, and she really rather be here working. This was her job, and she needed to finish it. "I don't know Thea, and I've really enjoyed the party scene." She teased, trying to brush off things, even while he came to stand over her. She felt like she failed in a way, but came back from that too. She just wasn't sure what that meant for now. She proved she could catch a bad guy too, only had gotten shot in the process.

"You don't need to do anything here right now. Take time to recover." Pushing the chair back, she stood up, though was even shorter without her heels as she was barefoot right now. Felicity turned to lean back on the desk, and left eh chair between them. "I have rested, and recovered. I need to get rebuilding this before something else happens to the city." Or before they could train, or do anything really here! She had a lot of work to do. "What are you doing here?" Bot subtle, but she was changing the subject.

[Oliver Queen]

She claimed that she had rested and recovered, but he hardly believed her. "I don't mean for a few hours, Felicity. I mean for a few days." She needed that time, and he wanted to make sure she didn't push herself too hard. Which was ironic, because she often suggested that he did that very thing. Even still, she was the one who had been shot in her heroic deed of saving Sara. "Don't worry about this right now," he further told her. Though his attempt to send her home wasn't going very well. "I'd rather you focus on getting better, and coming back when you're 100%." Not pushing herself like this. "Diggle, Sara, and I can handle things in the meantime," he assured her. It wasn't that he wouldn't miss her and all she could do, but he wasn't about to make her work when she had her arm in a sling . . . or well, was supposed to have it in a sling. She had nothing to prove, least of all to him. He knew he had not been very good at showing that -- based on what Diggle had told him -- so wanted to make more of a solid effort to let her know she was appreciated, and needed.

She asked what he was doing here and was well aware of her attempt to divert the subject. He wasn't about to give in to that though. "Making sure you aren't here, but rather, home and resting." While he hadn't expected her to be here, it was better than the actual reason he was here: avoiding his mother. He hated at home because even when he saw Thea, all he could think about was his mother's lie. Their home no longer felt like one. It lacked all the comfort and warmth a home was meant to provide. Instead, it was just a house. The Arrowcave felt more like a home because here, he was surrounded by three other people that he dearly cared about. "Come on. Let me take you home," he said, half turning his body in attempt to convince her to let him. /font]