It has been three months since the night where Slade Wilson took Laurel and I hostage. Three months since I have had to deal with the fact that the man I love put me in harm's way to help save Laurel. One of the women he really loves. Since that night, I have had millions of thoughts running through my head. Like the fact that he told me that he could never be with someone who he could really care about and yet, he was going to get a place with Sara, Laurel's sister. That right there tells me that he cares deeply for her or maybe even loves her. To me it says that Oliver was only trying to lessen the blow about the fact that I was not what he was looking for. Since the night with Slade Wilson, my whole attitude towards Oliver has changed. I came to the realization that I need to move on to someone who actually wants me and will not put me in danger to protect another. I mean, do not get me wrong I love being able to help save people, but, I could have been seriously hurt and I truly believe that Oliver would have been fine as long as Laurel was safe.

I am currently down in the lair doing some research on a string of home invasions where the criminals are beating the homeowners when I hear Oliver and Digg come downstairs.

"Hey Felicity," Digg said.

"Hi," I say back and give him one of my bright smiles. I know that Digg has noticed that something has been off with me for a while now and I am trying to keep him happy because he has enough to worry about with Lyla and the baby.

"How is my nephew doing," I ask.

As Digg and me are having a conversation about the baby, Oliver is silent through it all. I decide to call it a night as my research has not turned up anything new.

"Well, now that you guys are back from patrol I am going to head home for the night. I haven't found anything new on the thieves but I will try again tomorrow." I gather up my coat and purse with my tablet and head towards the door.

"Felicity," Oliver calls.

I freeze. I do not want to talk to him right now as my emotions are not completely under control.

"Yes, oliver," I manage in a normal voice without turning around.

"Laurel is stopping by tomorrow with all the information the police have on the robbers. Maybe you and her can go over it together and kind of brain storm" he asks?

In addition, that was something else I have been trying to avoid. Once everything settled down and Mr. Lance was let out of the hospital, Laurel started showing up here wanting to help. And now our team of three has turned into four with Laurel and Oliver at the top. I have been doing a pretty good job of playing nice when it comes to Laurel but she is not so nice. Whenever Oliver wants us to brainstorm together it pretty much consists of me listening to Laurel and all of her ideas and her never letting me have an opinion. Oh, and did I forget to mention that Laurel and Oliver are spending a lot of time together working on buying back his company. I am no longer asked anything about it.

"Felicity," Oliver calls.

I turn around and he is right there next to me. I was so lost in my head that I didn't even hear him.

"Yah, sure. I will be happy to listen to Laurel tomorrow on her ideas." I turn around once again to leave when I feel it. Oliver's hand on my shoulder. Something he has not done a lot of since Slade. I stand there for a second allowing the touch before gently moving out of reach.

"What is it Oliver?"

He just stares at me for a minute making me shift from one foot to the other before finally asking, "are you okay?"

I debate on telling him everything but as I am about to open my mouth I hear the door open and in walks Laurel. Oliver's attention is now off me and onto her. I pass her on my way up not even looking back. Oliver has completely forgotten about me, again.

I do not know how I was able to get home but I found myself in my apartment, showered and dressed for bed. This nightly ritual of helping the vigilante known as the Arrow is weighing on me. Surprisingly, I am able to fall fast asleep.