A/N: Another short piece from the one sentence drabble prompts. This one was 'We make a good team.' I was struck with a few lines of dialogue between Felicity and Lance and...next thing I knew this was just sort of happening.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

"We make a good team," Lance said breathlessly. She caught him as well as she could and helped him slide down the brick wall behind them. His service weapon was still clutched in his right hand even though she knew that was the same side the bullet had hit, high on his shoulder.

Air sucked sharply through his teeth as she pushed down on the wound ignoring how much blood seemed to be seeping from beneath her palm.

"I'm sorry," she said with a wince, lifting her head to look around and make sure there was no one left to attack them unexpectedly, but the man who had shot Lance just before he had returned fire lay still and silent on the other side of the alleyway.

Lance was attempting to sit up but it only took a small amount of pressure from her for him to lay back with a groan, "Stop trying to get up." she admonished lightly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, "I know how you feel right now, getting shot isn't a good thing,"

His head whipped towards her at that, the shock on his face letting her know he was feeling no pain just then, "You've been shot?" he asked incredulously, "When the hell did you get shot? That stupid son of a bitch is going to get you killed one of these days," his anger on her behalf was touching, but she certainly wasn't going to tell him she had been shot protecting his daughter.

"He's firmly on your side with that line of thinking, don't worry. Brooding and guilt laden is just his warm up act. Besides, like I always tell him and like I'm telling you now, it's my life, it's my choice."

He let his head fall back with a grunt and she suspected an eye roll although she couldn't be sure. "Yeah, I hear that from Sara and Laurel all the time." he muttered under his breath, "Independent women every last one of you. I don't know how I got so lucky."

"You raised strong women, Detective, nothing wrong with that." as soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt her cheeks flush, "Not that I'm implying that I'm equal to one of your daughters, to you, I mean, I'm sure I'm equal to them in other areas…." she sighed and shut her eyes for a second, "They're lucky to have you as a father...I….I didn't have that so…"

She looked around again, wondering how long it would take for Sara and Oliver to arrive, along with the ambulance she knew they'd called.

"Hey," he said softly, grimacing as he reached one hand over to cover hers, "I care about you, okay? You snuck up on me when I wasn't looking and...I don't want you getting hurt,"

"I don't want you getting hurt either," she said almost fiercely as his hand squeezed hers. There was a pang in her chest as she wondered if this was how it would have been like if her father had stayed.

When the Ducati roared to a stop next to them she didn't look up until Sara was crowded to her left, "Dad!" she exclaimed, hands hovering over Felicity's as if she suddenly didn't know what to do,

"Ambulance is on the way, right? Just hold here, it's not that bad," Felicity assured her, not moving until Sara's hands had replaced her own,

"Thanks, sweetheart," Lance said, and it took her a moment to realize he was talking to her and not Sara.

When she climbed to her feet, she noticed Oliver was in his suit, but Sara had come as herself and not her alter ego.

Good, she thought, that meant she could go with her father to the hospital.

She could feel the tension radiating off of Oliver as he approached and she braced herself for the angry words she was certain were going to follow. She was only supposed to have met with Lance to retrieve a file, nothing more. Getting shot at unexpectedly wasn't part of the plan. Lance had shoved her out of the way before he'd returned fire.

She'd almost left the lair without slipping in her earpiece but had gone back and put it in, knowing that she wouldn't have let Oliver leave without one. When he and Sara had heard the gunshots over the comms she'd heard his frantic voice and had been able to reassure him before she'd rushed to Lance's side.

"You're hurt," was not what she had expected to hear him say,

Felicity looked down and saw the front of her dress was stained with blood, along with her hands which she wiped hastily across the already ruined fabric, "No, it's okay, it's Detective Lance's, not mine. No more scars, promise," she said with a tight lipped smile, hoping to get him to understand she hadn't been injured,

"You're hurt," he repeated, this time motioning towards her legs as she stepped closer,

Her right knee was skinned, and both knees would have bruises, but it was nothing compared to what it could have been if she hadn't been knocked out of the way.

"Hey, I'm fine, promise," she said quietly as she closed the distance between them, hand coming up to rest along the strap of his quiver,


"No buts," she ordered, hand halfway up to lay a finger across his lips when she froze, knowing that wasn't a good idea, "I'm fine,"

She could almost feel his exasperated glare, even though his eyes were almost totally in shadow.

The sound of sirens approaching halted any further conversation,

"You guys need to get out of here," Sara threw over her shoulder, never taking her eyes off her father,

Oliver sighed, hands clenching because she knew he wanted to run a hand over the back of his head and couldn't,

"Let's go," he said gruffly as he reached out to take her by the elbow,

"My car is two blocks that way," she said, pointing in the opposite direction,

"We'll get it later," he stated, his tone letting her know he wasn't going to hear a thing she said right then,

However, when they turned and she remembered he'd ridden the motorcycle there she balked,

"No. No way, mister, I'm not getting on that thing,"

He whirled in an instant and had her by the shoulders, head bowed over her as she craned her neck back to look at him, and this time she could see his eyes. She also saw all the worry and fear he'd gone through, even if it was for only a few minutes when he thought she'd been hurt,

"Felicity…" he began, but it was all he needed to say. With a sigh she nodded and she felt his exhale of relief cross her face as he canted towards her for just a second.

He worried about so much, she couldn't add to his burden.

Even if it meant agreeing to ride to the lair on the back of the Ducati while wearing a skirt.