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“Where is she?” he sighed heavily as he slumped down into Felicity’s chair.
She had to leave for a couple days to travel to Central City. Cisco needed her help in Star Labs, working on some new contraption or ray gun… or something nerdy. He shook his head. He just missed her was all. It felt like she had been gone an eternity. The days when she had left when they weren’t dating felt like forever, but now that he was dating her it was about a thousand times worse. Maybe he was being needy, but he didn’t care. He loved her and he was allowed to miss and want to see her.
The sound of the elevator door opening caused him to perk up, but when he saw Cisco and Barry walking through, he visibly deflated.
“Wait…” he said, “Where’s Felicity?”
He stood and both men flinched backwards.
“Now before you freak out,” Barry said,
In a few quick strides he was standing in front them, “What the hell happened?” he punctuated each word.
“I told you he was going to freak out,” Cisco spoke.
Oliver glared at both of them, “You have five seconds to tell me where she is or I’m going to put an arrow in both of you,” his voice neared Green Arrow level deepness.
“Hey! I can’t heal like he does,” Cisco said.
“Three….. two….”
Barry dug into a bag and thrust his hand forward, near Oliver’s face. He blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out what exactly he was looking at. It looked like a doll, smaller than the Barbies that Thea used to play with. But then it moved.
“I told you not to put me in your bag!” a tiny voice yelled, “You have crumbs down there and it’s disgusting!”
He leaned his head back further, “What the hell?”
“Oliver! Holy crap you’re huge…. That’s not even the first time I’ve said that to you,” her tiny cheeks turned bright red, “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
“Agreed,” Barry and Cisco said.
“What happened?” he asked again, holding his hand out for Felicity.
“Be careful, she bites,” Barry mumbled.
“How would you know what I’m like in the bedroom?” she shouted.
All three of them stared at her for a moment.
“You literally bit me three times already,” he said.
“Right,” she turned away from his face.
She slid into his hand and wrapped her arms around his thumb; height wise she seemed to be about the length of his palm. Not very big at all. This was the last thing he ever expected to happen. His life had gotten strange over the last ten years, but this might take the cake for weirdest.
“I was trying to help them with their shrink ray and it blew up,” she yelled, “You should have waited for Ray to get back.”
Cisco looked offended, “I know how to make a shrink ray without Palmer.”
“Obviously not!” her voice was so high pitched it sounded like a little squeak.
Luckily, Oliver had excellent hearing.
“So, how are you going to fix it?” he asked the two men.
Cisco and Barry looked at each other. “Well uh, I’m going to have to put it back together and work on the anti-shrink version,” Cisco swallowed thickly, “It could take a couple days… a week.”
“A week?” she screamed.
“You better get to it,” Oliver said. The threat clear in his voice.
“Right. I’m leaving. Right now. Goodbye,” Cisco scrambled back to the elevator.
“Uh here’s some clothes,” Barry tugged them out of the bag, “Iris had some doll clothes that were about her size.”
He took them and watched them both leave. With a sigh, he moved back to her desk and set her down. He got down on the floor so he was level with her and set aside the doll clothes.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
“No! I look like Alice when she drank from the stupid drink me bottle or was it the eat me cake,” she shook her head, “Either way! I’m tiny. I’ve already spent my entire life short as hell, but now this!” she gestured to her body.
“They’ll figure it out,” he said.
“I hope so,” she pouted.
She motioned him closer. He leaned in and she reached out to rest her cheek against the bridge of his nose. It felt weird to feel her touch like this. So small and gentle.
“I missed you,” he tried not to speak too loudly or with too much breath. He didn’t want to knock her over or deafen her.
She turned her head and nuzzled her nose against his, “I missed you too.”
“I have to get back to the office,” he said, “I stopped by just in case you came home.”
“You’re so cute,” she kissed right between his eyes.
“I don’t want you to be here alone. Someone might step on you.”
She sighed heavily, “Alright, but no more bags,” she leaned back.
He did the same, but stopped when his breast pocket was at her level. She eyed him for a moment before climbing in. She was a little taller than the pocket, but she sat down and hid behind his handkerchief.
“This is much nicer than Barry’s bag. I swear he never cleaned in. There was a discontinued flavor of tic tac in here for Pete’s sake!”
He laughed, “I promise you’ll stay clean.”
Felicity was so mad at everyone at Star labs. She knew it was an accident, but why of all the people there did she have to get hit with the blast. Probably because her hand had been on the screwdriver that was in the machine while Cisco screwed with the wiring. It could have hit either of them, but she was the lucky winner.
She sighed as she curled up in Oliver’s pocket. It was warm and it smelled like him. A vast upgrade to her previous mode of transportation.
“Are we almost there?” she called out, “I’m starving.”
“What was that?” a voice asked.
She put her hands to her mouth.
“Uh… hi Adrian,” Oliver mumbled, “I didn’t hear anything…”
“Right… sounded like squeaking.”
She felt movement and figured Oliver was shrugging.
“Weird,” Chase muttered.
Oliver let out a sigh of relief and continued into his office, “You have to be more careful.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” she stood and peeked out at the office.
Everything was so big. She hated it. It was weird. He leaned down so she could get onto the desk. She reached down to pick up one of the pens. It felt like it weighed a ton.
“Stupid thing,” she let it fall with a clatter.
“Here,” Oliver said setting down a large bowl of diced fruit. He kept fruits and veggies in a little fridge in his desk.
Felicity leaned up and looked down into the bowl, “I don’t think I can eat that.”
He grabbed a knife out of his desk, “Which do you want?”
“The strawberry,” she pointed enthusiastically.
He sliced the tiniest piece off of it and handed it to her. She plopped down on the desk, legs spread as she held the large piece of strawberry. It was large to her at least. About the size of her torso.
“I feel like a mouse,” she mumbled as she nibbled on it.
“The cutest mouse,” he said.
She huffed at him, “You’re so full of it.”
Felicity was just glad that Oliver was much more careful with her. He was quiet and gentle. Barry and Cisco tried, but they just weren’t Oliver. She ate about half the strawberry before tossing it back into the bowl. Cleaning her finger on a tissue, she looked up at him with her head tilted slightly.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she smiled, “I’m just glad I have you.”
He returned her smile. “And I’m guessing you would like to use my tablet,” he set the thing on his desk.
“Oh, I love you.”
It powered up and she climbed on top of it. She kicked away her shoes, using her feet to work the keyboard. Moving back and forth across it, so that she could type really wore her out after only a few minutes.
“This is the best workout I’ve had in months,” she panted.
In the bunker that night, Oliver was the one that stayed behind to help on the computers. Curtis had offered, but Oliver immediately shut him down and sent him out with the rest of the team. Digg led the team as they followed a new lead on Vigilante. Felicity sat on Oliver’s shoulder, watching the screen and telling him what to do. As much as he liked to pretend he was completely inept when it came to computers, he knew a good amount. He would never be a her level, but comparing the two of them just wasn’t fair. They both had skills in different areas.
He typed as quickly as he could as she gave him instructions. She leaned in close to his ear, leaning against him just a bit, but as she was about to say something he twitched.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
She furrowed her brow and leaned back in, her hand pressing in the same spot as before. He laughed that time. Then it clicked.
“Are you ticklish?”
“No, Felicity focus, we have a mission.”
“Alright, alright.”
She found the spot again and he laughed harder.
“Fe-li-ci-ty,” he whined.
“Okay, no more, I promise.”
She was so going to use that ticklish spot to her advantage in the future. They managed to get through the night without any problems. Other than the lead running cold. They would just pick it up again the next day.
Oliver took her home and they got ready for bed. She had to bathe in a mug in their kitchen and using the bathroom was interesting, but she somehow managed. And without making a damn fool of herself. When they got into bed, she climbed up onto Oliver’s pillow and snuggled close to him.
“Don’t squish me,” she said.
“There’s no way I’m going to hurt you, Felicity.”
She believed him. He closed his eyes and she wiggled down close to his ear again. Her fingers found the ticklish spot again. He laughed and jerked away from her.
“Felicity!” he yelled, trying to sound annoyed.
“You’re just mad because you can’t get me back,” she teased.
“When you’re the right size again, I’m going to get you,” he promised.
“Until then,” she tickled him yet again.
He whined, “Oh, c’mon.”