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Felicity Smoak	As promised, or threatened, hard to tell, Felicity is back down in the cave, the pot of coffee on the little kitchenette stand burbling its last, well, burble as the dark liquid hits the carafe, sending the aroma through the room. The floral-dressed blonde is in her rolly-chair, the monitors around her not only booted up, but already showing different pictures of distinctly different locations around the world. In one, runs city streets; she's plugged into CCTV in London where almost everything is filmed. In another, there are satellite images of mountain ranges in Europe; needle in a haystack. She's looking for anything that might hint that a new structure is there, or some movement that hadn't been there a day ago, a week ago.. and again, finding nothing. The third is the voice recognition system running, as well as facial. She has an old picture of what could be the man Ra's al Ghul, but she's not certain. It's old, it's grainy, and it could be a number of people. But, it's the best she's got at the moment. "Come on.. come on. Seriously? Like.. you'd do that?" Felicity hits a key, obviously in response to what happened on a screen, and she's shifting pictures, following along, "You are the worst sort of human being.." is muttered. "Your mother must be proud." No doubt she's being ironic there! "Let's see..." her voice has the word lengthen as she switches her algorithms and sits back to watch her handiwork.
Oliver Queen	"I thought you'd have gone home," comes the voice from the elevator, as Oliver emerges. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants. Just a pair of sweatpants. Barefeet and shirtless. "You know you can do that, right? Ra's let me go. He wouldn't do that and then come immediately after me." Oliver offers a smile and then he is off to Felicity's favorite spot of the Arrow cave. Well, not a favorite spot for her to go to, but her favorite spot when Oliver goes there. "I'll be fine," he asserts again, as he rolls his head around on his neck.
Felicity Smoak	Felicity half-spins in her chair to see Oliver's entrance, and true to form, she simply watches him for those few steps before answering, "What? And miss this?" There's a pause before she realizes what she said, how it could be misconstrued, and continues, gesturing quickly at the monitors, which also is sort of towards the 'ladder as well, "I mean.. that. Definitely that." Spinning around, she spots her hand, which is a touch higher than the monitors, and lowers it deliberately, "The monitors, that is." She exhales in a breath and leans back in her chair, causing it, too, to lean back. "He let you go, yes. But there's a whole lot of empty space that I really need filled."
Oliver Queen	Approaching the salmon ladder, Oliver nods to Felicity. "Anything I can do to help fill you in?" He grabs the bar and starts up. *clank* *clank* *clank* He is moving at the standard pace that he ascends with. Clearly whatever his experience was with the Al Ghuls, he has recovered enough to be back in peak form.
Felicity Smoak	It really never fails. The moment Oliver is on that salmon ladder, Felicity gets very distracted, and now is absolutely no different. There's that moment when she murmurs, "You're doing it again.." before she takes a deep breath, "Do you know where you were taken? Anywhere?" When Oliver is in front of her, exercising like that, the monitors are distinctly ignored as she sets her chin on the palm of her hand, propped up by her elbow. The cuts, scrapes, bruises are apparent and coming in to their various hues. "Should you be doing that? I mean.. I'm just asking.. not that I mind, but.."
Oliver Queen	A twist of his body, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and releasing as he pulls the bar back and throws it up to the next hook at the same time. *clank* "Nowhere pleasant." His focus is on what he is doing, as he kicks out his legs, continuing to move up the ladder. *clank* "What else should I be doing, Felicity? You can't baby me forever. I was taken, I'm back. And I'm fine." *clank* *clink* The angle of the bar is off, and it misses one of the hooks on the side. Oliver falls to the mat, and just barely ducks his head out of the way as the bar falls down, clattering with a loud echo in the cave.
Felicity Smoak	'Nowhere pleasant' isn't helpful. Felicity chuffs a soft, frustrated breath and looks down at her keyboard, then to the monitors, mumbling something. She's sympathetic, she is.. and she was so very scared, but now so very happy he's back. But.. she feels she needs to know. Not for him to relive it, but for her to track, to trace. "I'm not babying you. You just have a habit of pushing yourself harder than-" *clank* Felicity is up from her seat faster than even she knew she could move. "Oliver!" //That's// never happened before. "Are you okay?" Don't think she didn't hear the word 'fine'. It's becoming their secret word!
Oliver Queen	Oliver scowls as he sits on the mat, shaking his head. "Yeah, it just slipped," he says, glancing back at the metal bar as if it was somehow the bar's fault. He looks up and sees Felicity running over. "Seriously, don't worry, it happens..." He does not quite get up, letting her cross the distance to him as he drops his hands into his lap. "You don't need to worry about me," he protests softly.
Felicity Smoak	Felicity does move around the computer table and head to the small raised platform upon which the ladder rests. "Seriously, it doesn't," is given, the concern laying deep in the words. She pauses for a moment, looks around the cave and puts a hand out in order to straighten her skirt as she sits down next to him. She's not offering the hand up, she's coming down. "And, of course I do. Just like you worry about me. Or, you would if I was in the same situation, which I'm not. And probably wouldn't be, because, well.. I'm.. me. And you're you." Felicity smiles and reaches to touch Oliver's arm, her fingers trailing down for that brief moment of contact. "You've been through a lot. When I asked where you went, I didn't need a story. Just.. places that I could track. That might give me hints. I don't want to know until you decide you want, or can tell me." She'd never pried about LianYu, and she's actually never been there. She's not even certain she knows half of what happened. All she knows? Oliver is here, and she's sitting down on the floor beside him. "You know the floor's not comfortable, right? I can feel the chill."
Oliver Queen	Oliver looks up to Felicity and smiles as she drifts down to sit next to him. He seems content, for the moment, to remain there. "I get that," he says softly, staring ahead into the Cave. "And I know, you're just trying to help. But this isn't a mystery to solve. We know all of it." He shrugs. "Other than where their secret base is - we know their goals, their motivations, their methods. And what they want from me." He turns and looks over at her, and smiles as her fingers trail along his arm. "I love that you are trying to solve this for me, but not everything is a problem to be solved." He considers her words, and nods. He slips his arm around from her fingers, for a moment, and then slides it over around her shoulder, pulling her slightly against his side. "It's not that cold," he murmurs, turning his gaze back ahead of them. He sighs contentedly as he sits there, running his hand up and down along her arm as if to warm her up.
Felicity Smoak	"I don't know anything about their organization. Just a hint at location could help me get a satellite feed, and.." And.. Felicity isn't about to give up her protests, even if he says they know everything. They don't! She doesn't. Or.. Felicity looks up at Oliver, blue eyes on his, and she shakes her head ever so slightly, "It feels like I don't know anything, even though I know all that. That there's just something out of reach, and I just can't see it, can't get to it." She exhales in a soft noise, and looks away again, a light shrug lifting a single shoulder, though it's not dismissive. It's more.. she can't let it lie. It's part of what makes her her. The comment about it being cold on the floor was honestly not a come-on! It wasn't one of those shallow, 'I'm cold' so that the big hunky.. gorgeous.. amazingly sweet.. man would put his arm around her. But, it's nice. Really nice, and she leans in, just a little. "The floor is a slab of rock. Of course it's cold. And hard. And.. and.." Felicity exhales in a sigh and looks up at him, "I hate that this happened. This.. kidnapping thing. I hate that you're in a position where no one can really help. And I really, really hate the feeling that I'm grasping at things, and nothing can or will help."
Oliver Queen	A slow shake of his head, and Oliver leans back next to Felicity. "I get it. But really. There is nothing here to solve." He gives her arm a squeeze. He turns to look at her, allowing his gaze to linger on hers. "It happened. This sort of stuff is always going to happen to me." He pauses, watching her. "Is that something you can handle?" He tilts his head slightly. "I know we never really got a chance to finish...talking...the other day." He pauses, thinking. "This is what my life is, Felicity. And what it will be, I think, as long as I can still lift a bow and do something for this city."
Felicity Smoak	Felicity's been somewhat tense, but with those words, she relaxes, or rather, feels as if she's admitting defeat, if only for the moment. "Yeah," and she looks away again. It's when they remeet in that middle, and their gazes hold the others, that he speaks. And it's not just to her, it's actually more to her heart. "I know it," she says softly, "I'm just afraid of how we handle it is all." Felicity shrugs and exhales in a long sigh. "I haven't gone anywhere, and it's not just because of your sister." There's a hint of a jest behind the words before she settles back down, her expression deathly serious. "Oliver, I can take the life. I just need to know you're there, even when you're not. And.." there's a pause before, "I know. If I wanted a normal life, though, I'd have gone into waitressing with my mother. Or.. someone's secretary. Not some crazy hacker that traded mom's basement for a cave."
Oliver Queen	There is a deep sigh from Oliver, and he nods. "We handle it the only way we can - one day at a time." He watches her, trying to get a sense of her body language. Watching her face, her eyes. "And yes, I was finally able to see that. It took me long enough, but we all knew I wans't nearly as smart as you are." His hand gives her arm a squeeze again. "I can't promise you that I'll have control of my life. You've seen it. I could be abducted, or get a call from Batman that he needs my help, and I'll have to be off." He pauses. "There's a difference between a normal life, and this kind of crazy life." He leans to the side, nudging her. "Do you really want to sign on for..." He waves around with his free hand. "This? Not just the work part, I mean."
Felicity Smoak	Felicity offers up a tight smile but it's one all the same. "We all can't be geniuses," she murmurs. "Some of us just have to be.." handsome, built.. "you." The chance to back out is met with something of a lopsided smile, "You know, I was going to give you the same thing. A chance to back out." She looks away before lifting up her eyes again, and there's that ghost of a smile still playing at the edges of her lips. "What? I can load games onto the machine, too?" She's teasing, really. "Seriously. If I didn't want to, I'd have been gone after Vera left us at the restaurant." She's kind enough not to mention that other 'Vera sighting'. She doesn't do that, even if they both know. "I don't know if I could handle any other kind of life. I'd die of boredom, and a 9 to 5, living in a little white picket fenced house isn't for me."
Oliver Queen	There is a certain smirk that comes when Felicity speaks of geniuses. But Oliver listens to the rest, patiently. Nodding along in agreement. When she gets to the end, he nods, as if accepting it. He had given her a chance to back out. Which only seemed fair since she carved one the last time they actually spoke about it. But that was before his trip. Before his abduction. "Felicity," he says, pausing for a moment to smile. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" He seems to wait for her to open her mouth to answer before leaning over to place his lips over hers, swallowing up whatever witty response she was about to unleash at him.