Felicity woke with a start, the room around her still very dark. She wasn't sure what woke her until she glanced down beside the cot. Oliver laid sprawled out on the concrete floor, having slid off in his sleep. Felicity giggled as she slid herself down on top of him, avoiding touching the cold concrete with her sleep-warm body.

"Oliver." She whispered, laying her face against his shoulder.

His eyes were open before he was fully awake. He looked up at her, confused, as she propped herself on her elbow atop his chest.

"Felicity," he paused and watched her raise an eyebrow, "why are we on the floor?"

"Is your cute butt cold?" She giggled.

He smiled at her and, before she knew it, he'd lifted her up and held her bridal style over the cot. She yelped in surprise and laughed as he gently placed her back down. She watched him walk across the room, still fully naked. He picked his watch up from the desk; they'd been enjoying each other and sleeping on and off since she called to get out of work yesterday morning, or maybe it was still the same day, it felt like an eternity of time to her.

"It's getting late." Oliver sighed, breaking her from her thoughts.

She froze. "Do you want me to go?"

"No." He quickly responded, walking back to her.

He cupped her face in his hand and scooted back onto the cot beside her. "I don't ever want you to go, Felicity."

She smiled, "Good, me too."

She snuggled closer and rested her forehead against his collarbone, draping her leg, along with the sheet, over his waist. He ran his hand through her hair and let it rest at the back of her neck as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Well this is new."

They both jumped at the voice. Oliver turned and silently thanked Felicity for inadvertently throwing the sheet over his bare ass. He pulled her closer behind him and tugged the sheet tighter around them.

"Dig." Oliver floundered, speechless. "Dig." He repeated, opening and closing his mouth while making small hand gestures.

Felicity couldn't help laughing at how ridiculous Oliver looked. John laughed with her and Oliver shut his mouth and tried to look mad.

"I came to see if you were still down here," John explained through his fading laughter.

"You knew already." Oliver said thoughtfully.

"I knew something was up, I didn't think it was this. I can't say I'm surprised, though, Oliver, you're hard to kill." He paused. "So what happened?"

John turned around as Oliver stood from the cot and put his boxers back on. They walked up the stairs together. Felicity only caught the first bit of their conversation.

"You can't run out and die on her, Oliver. It's hard enough just as your friend."

"I don't plan on it, Dig."

"I can't believe it took you two this long."

Felicity smiled and watched as Oliver walked Diggle out and probably promised to explain everything tomorrow. He rushed back to her and snuggled back on the cot.

"Tomorrow, we tell everybody." He smiled.

"That you were never dead?"

"That I'm finally alive." He kissed her forehead.

I'm so sorry it took so long to update! This, my friends, is most likely the last chapter. If anyone wants more story, feel free to leave a review and ask for more and I will be more than happy to oblige! In the case that that does not happen, I would like to sincerely thank everyone who followed/favorited the story, feedback is always appreciated.