What you need to know (AU parts to clarify, although the story will explain):
-Sara came back from the island a year before Oliver
-Tommy is alive
-Walter going missing isn't mentioned, although you can probably still assume it happened
-Donna and Quentin are married (Felicity is their daughter), Laurel and Sara are half sisters (Dinah is their mother whom Quentin divorced a long time ago)

Alright! I hope you guys enjoy! I have a lot of it already written so I should be updating regularly and quickly.

Oliver paced nervously in the upstairs hallway of the mansion. Downstairs were roughly one hundred and fifty people that his mother had invited who were eager to see him, alive and not lost like they had all thought. He didn't really know half the people though, they were executives of Queen's Consolidated who were happy to have the heir to the Queen legacy back because it was good for the stock prices. The Lance family would also be downstairs. He supposed they may be slightly happier to see him now that he knew Sara had made it home about a year before he did, but even still the circumstances of his disappearance and his past involvement with Sara had not changed. Laurel knew Oliver had cheated on her with Sara, and many others. In addition, in the Lance's eyes he then almost got Sara killed. He doubted that Laurel or any of the Lances were ready to forgive him yet. But Oliver was determined to at least talk to Laurel because she needed to understand how important she was to him. Laurel had gotten Oliver through the Island. He wasn't the same person now either, he was going to clean up the city as the Arrow. Oliver needed her to see he had changed.

Oliver shook the tension out of his body and headed down the stairs, marching through the hallway with determination. He was going to find Laurel now while he had the courage. However, Oliver was so stuck in his own head he didn't notice the blonde heading towards him who had her eyes fixed on her tablet. They collided roughly and Oliver reached out quickly to gather her in his arms before she fell over.

"Oh my god I am so sorry, sometimes I don't look where I'm going and I was just catching up on some work on my tablet" the blonde woman rambled as she put herself together, pulling away from Oliver's arms.

Oliver was about to say it was his fault when the blonde woman looked up. He saw a flash of easy recognition come into her eyes.

"Oliver" The blonde smiled brightly, fixing her glasses.

Oliver didn't recognize her. He felt a lump forming in his stomach. She was probably someone he had slept with before the island, when he was an asshole who didn't care enough to remember names. She was wearing a long pink dress that hugged her fantastic body and had her hair up. She was gorgeous, definitely someone's name he should had remembered if he had any sense back then.

A few awkward seconds passed and after a while the woman realized he didn't know who she was. The blonde let out an embarrassed laugh "Oh wow. You really don't recognize me do you. I guess that makes sense, it has been about five years since we last saw each other. I probably look different but you look exactly the same...except maybe more muscular...if that was even possible, I mean wow I did not just say that out loud".

"So are you going to tell me who you are or are you going to make me sweat it out more" Oliver said kindly holding his hands out in surrender. "I can hazard a guess that the last time I saw you I was probably a huge asshole and for that I am incredibly sorry. I'm not the same person I was back then, being stranded on an island for five years really does change a man. Not to say you are one of many, I'm sure you are a fantastic person but I treated a lot of woman badly back then and..." Oliver started to say before he was cut off.

The blonde looked uncomfortable, letting out a nervous laugh while her cheeks turned red "Oh god, you think that I'm one of your conquests don't you".

"Wow" she mouthed. "I should go now because this just got awkward, probably my fault not yours...sorry and uh have a nice night" the blonde cringed as she turned to leave.

"Felicity, there you are. Dad is looking for you, he wants to tell everyone about how his daughter graduated top of her class from MIT again" Laurel said rolling her eyes at Felicity and wrapping an arm around her sister's waist. Then Laurel looked up and noticed Oliver. "Ollie" Laurel said, greeting him hesitantly.

"Laurel" Oliver smiled lightly, then he turned over to look at the blonde and the realization slipped in. "Felicity" he exclaimed, more than a little surprised.

The last time Oliver had seen Felicity she had been fourteen years old, throwing up Smirnoff ice coolers in the Lance's backyard and begging Oliver not to tell her parents. She also dressed like a Goth back then, to Quentin and Donna's disapproval. Felicity was the youngest of the Lance sisters, technically a half sister since Quentin had remarried Donna after his messy divorce from Dinah. Oliver replayed the conversation he just had with Felicity and winced.

Felicity pinched the bridge of her nose. "See, I told you it got awkward" Felicity muttered to him.

Laurel looked at them, sensing she missed something. She was about to say something when Felicity cut her off.

"I better go find Dad and let you two talk about stuff...so much stuff. Uh, it was nice seeing you again Oliver" Felicity said still blushing and untangled herself from her Laurel's grasp.

"Are you alright" Laurel asked her, concerned.

"Yup" Felicity said to Laurel with a wave of her hand, already walking away.

Oliver watched her leave, still in shock. He also mentally kicked himself not being able to look away from her ass as she walked away. He tried to remind himself that it was his ex-girlfriend's kid sister but his eyes did not listen. Felicity was also very clearly not a kid anymore.

Oliver felt a hand come down hard on his arm and it knocked him out of his thoughts.

"What did you do to her" Laurel said, her face a combination of anger and hurt.

"I just didn't recognize her, that's all I swear" Oliver said, upset himself. He was supposed to be mending things with Laurel not making them worse.

"Oliver, I know exactly what your face looks like when you are checking out a girl and trying to hide it from me. I've seen that face a thousand times before" Laurel accused harshly. "It isn't enough that you slept with Sara and almost got her killed but now I have to worry about you going after my baby sister. She's only twenty, she can't even drink yet" Laurel yelled.

Oliver bowed his head at the mention of Sara. She had returned, mysteriously, about a year before Oliver had but he hadn't had a chance to talk to her yet. Oliver felt like an idiot, clearly he wasn't going to make any progress with Laurel any time soon.

"Laurel, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about everything. I'm not the same person I was back then and I know I caused you a lot of pain" Oliver attempted anyways, he didn't think it could make things worse at this point.

Laurel laughed cruelly. "Stop, just stop" she spat "Stay away from Felicity. Actually, stay away from my family".

Oliver watched Laurel walk away then he left the party altogether. He spent the night clearing the streets as the Arrow to clear his head.

Oliver was standing in Walter Steele's office waiting for him to come back from a meeting. They were supposed to talk about Oliver returning to the company. Oliver was leaning on the edge of the desk when he saw Felicity walking towards him carrying some files and her tablet.

Oliver smiled at her, surprised to see her again and in Queen's Consolidated of all places. Felicity smiled back at him hesitantly.

"I was trying to decide if I should just turn around and come back since Mr. Steele clearly isn't here but then I figured we should probably talk because we will probably be seeing each other around sometime...especially since I work here and your name is sort of on the building. I guess Laurel didn't tell you I work here, did she" Felicity said, placing the files on the desk and crossing her arms behind her back.

"You work here" Oliver said slowly, half asking.

"IT department. I sort of just started but I'm like the only one who actually knows what they're doing down there" Felicity said lightly.

Oliver shook his head and laughed. "I just can't believe how different you look. Last time I saw you-" Oliver started.

"I had black hair, piercings and really angry eye makeup" Felicity finished, gesticulating with her hands around her face.

Oliver smiled "Exactly".

Felicity had been the picture of a rebellious teenager back then, except for the most part she only looked the part. Despite her appearance, Felicity had a near perfect GPA and as Oliver learned recently was accepted into MIT early. The cooler incident was the only time Oliver had ever seen Felicity misbehave and he had promised her never to tell anyone about it.

Felicity nodded "Yeah I figured this look works better for me".

"It certainly does" Oliver said without thinking. He realized at the same time that Felicity did that he was staring at her again. Oliver cleared his throat and looked away quickly. Felicity was blushing again, Oliver thought it was cute and also kind of sexy but he tried very hard not to think about her that way at all.

Felicity shook her head. "Look Oliver. I did actually mean to come talk to you at some point" Felicity said seriously. Felicity sat down on the couch in the office and crossed her legs.

Oliver noticed her skirt and her legs, he kicked himself again.

"It's about Laurel" Felicity said frowning slightly.

Oliver nodded, paying attention.

"I'm really happy you are back, you know and alive. You were always kind to me growing up" Felicity said softly. "But you weren't here the past couple years. How you treated Laurel back then, with all the cheating and lying, then to disappear, well it just about ruined her. I can't see her go through that again. And we just got Sara back" Felicity said.

Oliver nodded in understanding.

"I don't think I'm explaining it very well but just please don't hurt Laurel again. I know Sara can take care of herself, she has more than proved that since she came back. But I don't think Laurel can take another heart break" Felicity said, pleading with him a little.

Oliver walked over and sat beside her. "I don't want to hurt her" Oliver assured her "Or you. It doesn't sound like any of that could have been easy for you. I'm sorry for that".

Felicity looked up at him, surprised a little "Oliver Queen apologizing, that's a first".

"I don't expect you or anyone to believe me based on my word but I really have changed. I'm going to prove it" Oliver assured her.

"I don't know, I didn't mind you too much before. You did keep my secret" Felicity smiled.

Oliver laughed. "You mean your first time drunk from Smirdoff coolers at your parent's BBQ. If I remember, I also held your hair while you threw up" Oliver added.

"And you made me drink four cups of water. You know I tried to call you in the morning, to thank you, but that was the day you and Sara..." Felicity started sadly.

"I know" Oliver said "I'm sorry".

"I'm really going to have to get used to you apologizing" Felicity said in happier tone.

"Hopefully I won't have to do it too often" Oliver said softly.

Felicity glanced at her phone quickly, suddenly noticing the time. She stood up abruptly and Oliver followed. "I better go, I have a billion deadlines today" Felicity said nervously.

"Luckily, you have an in with the boss if you run into any trouble" Oliver joked.

Felicity looked at him warmly. "I really did miss you, Oliver Queen" she said with sentiment.

Before he knew what hit him Felicity threw her arms around him for a quick hug. By some miscalculation Oliver's face ending up burrowing into Felicity's neck, for however briefly. He smelled her hair and felt the warmth of her neck against his face.

Felicity pulled away quickly, blushing again. "Uh, I better go" she stuttered, she almost tripped over the couch as she walked out of the door.

Oliver decided that the blushing was definitely sexy.

Felicity couldn't handle Oliver Queen this way, not at all. She was working for his company now, which would not have been a problem and hadn't been a problem until recently. Then he came back from the dead and walk back into their lives. That was also fine. The problem was the way Oliver was looking at her now and the attention. Oliver would come into her office with these ridiculous tasks for her to do or with coffee. They even went out for lunch a couple times. Felicity could feel his eyes on her, staring at her with a weird lustful look on his face. It was driving her crazy. Felicity wasn't even sure Oliver knew he was doing it, he usually caught himself when he started flirting. The problem was Felicity found the whole thing kind of exciting. She would never admit it to anyone but she had a huge crush on Oliver when she was younger. A very huge inappropriate crush. Now, it was still inappropriate but not for legal reasons but for Laurel reasons.

Then there was the fact that Felicity was sure Oliver had some sort of terrible secret. In the past week, he had come to her office with a bullet laden lap top and syringes full of "energy drinks". Felicity had a bad feeling about the whole thing and she had been meaning to talk to him.

As Felicity walked through the parking garage, she flipped through her phone to dial "Oliver Queen".

As she sat in her car she heard the ringing right away, from the back seat. She turned around, shocked to see Oliver dressed up as the Arrow bleeding all over her upholstery.

"Help me" Oliver groaned.

Oliver was driving Felicity home in his car because he promised to have her car cleaned after the incident. Felicity had insisted it be as soon as possible. Mostly so she didn't have to explain the blood stains inside her almost brand new mini cooper her parents had given her as a graduation present.

"Soooo" Felicity said, playing with her hands in her lap "You're a super hero now".

"I'm not a super hero, Felicity. I guess I'm trying to make amends for being a shitty person. I want to save the city. I want to make it a safe place for the people I love. It's what my father would have wanted" Oliver said thoughtfully.

"I always knew you had a good heart. Even if you did cheat on my sister with my other sister...like some sort of telenova" Felicity said jokingly.

Oliver smiled lightly.

Felicity looked down at her lap. "You know, I think she's going to forgive you. She's been talking about it a lot" Felicity said hesitantly.

Felicity tried to stifle the burn of jealousy she felt rising in her chest. Her face suddenly felt very hot, she opened the window a crack to let some cool air into the car.

"Maybe you should ask her out for lunch or something. I think she would say yes this time..." Felicity said, trying her best to sound encouraging for Laurel's sake. A good sister would be happy for Oliver and Laurel. A good sister would say these things to help two people who probably loved each other find their way back together.

Oliver took in the information and nodded.

"I'll think about it" He said.

Oliver noticed Felicity looked uncomfortable. She was squirming in her seat and playing with her glasses. It worried Oliver because he didn't understand it.

A couple minutes passed in silence. It was awkward because Felicity was never silent. Oliver had found her constant babbling annoying when they were younger but now he found it incredibly endearing.

"Is everything alright. Your being way too quiet. It's either some sort of miracle or something is bothering you" Oliver asked jesting her but with genuine concerned.

Felicity laughed nervously.

"I just found out you're a masked vigilante and that your driver is actually your side kick. I was initiated into 'Team Arrow' quite unexpectedly. I just need some time to process it all" Felicity said, reassuring him. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough of the truth. Besides Felicity wasn't ready to admit the rest of it, not even to herself.

There he was looking at her again. Felicity felt herself blush. She was glad it was dark so he wouldn't see. She was happy when they turned the corner onto her street.

He pulled up in front of the Lance house, the lights were on like her parents were waiting for her. Oliver thought that Quentin probably was. He was very protective of all his daughters. Oliver knew that more than most. Quentin still had not forgiven him and Oliver doubted he ever would. Felicity was still living with her parents. Her theory was they didn't want to become empty nesters. Felicity said she didn't mind the free rent but she would probably move out in a year.

Oliver looked over at Felicity who gave him a half smile.

"Thanks for the ride I guess" Felicity said.

"I probably should be thanking you, you sort of save my life" Olive smiled.

"I'm expecting a raise from my boss on Monday" Felicity shrugged.

Oliver laughed "Well, you do deserve it. From what I hear you run the IT department pretty much single handily".

"And don't you forget it mister" Felicity said reaching over and tapping him lightly on the chest.

"Sorry" Felicity said awkwardly, removing her hand from his chest quickly and running it through her hair "I think I need some sleep".

Felicity started to open the door to the car but Oliver hopped out quickly and opened it for her.

Felicity smiled, surprised as he helped her out of the car.

"It really is the least I can do, after everything" Oliver explained "Get some sleep. We can talk more later if you want about the Arrow thing".

Felicity grimaced "I have to say, I never thought my career path would lead me here"

Oliver laughed. "You're remarkable. I'm lucky to have you" Oliver said with certainty.

Felicity felt her face go warm again. It wasn't the first time he called her remarkable. She liked it...a little too much.

"Goodnight Oliver Queen" Felicity said, walking towards the front door.

Oliver was leaning against the car and smiling, looking very handsome despite having recently been injured.

After Felicity was inside her house she leaned against the door and bowed her head. She couldn't help but smile and let out a little laugh.

"Felicity Lance, you are such an idiot" Felicity said to herself, shaking her head. She had been repeating over to herself in her head her new mantra. It was "you are not falling for Oliver Queen".

Quentin came down the stairs in his pajamas looking very concerned.

"Do you have any idea what time it is young lady. All your mother and I get these days is a text saying I'll be home late and then you show up at 1am. Was that Oliver Queen's car I saw outside? What on earth is he doing driving you around, the nerve of that boy-" Quentin said sternly.

"Dad" Felicity said cutting him off "Oliver was just driving me home from work. My car broke down. He was nice enough to take me to a shop to get it fix but it won't be ready until tomorrow".

"I don't like that kid and I never have" Quentin said harshly.

"You know Oliver is my boss, right" Oliver said pinching the bridge of her nose "Also, I am twenty years old. We all agreed that I would live here for a couple of years to save money but I wouldn't have to report my every movement to you".

Quentin nodded and his face softened. "I know, I'm sorry sweetheart. Your mom and I worry too much, especially after Sara. But Sara's back now. And somehow, your mom and I raised a genius who I'm sure can take care of herself".

Quentin walked over and pulled his daughter into a hug.

"You look tired, you should get some sleep. We won't bother you in the morning anyways. Your mom made a ridiculous brunch date with Moira Queen and Walter Steele at the golf club" Quentin said amused.

Felicity scoffed "Really".

"Yeah" Quentin said walking up the stairs "She has this idea that were socialites now, she knows I've never played golf in my life".

As Felicity lay down on her bed to go to sleep, she kept thinking about her day and how ridiculous it had been. In her head she repeated, "your are not falling for Oliver Queen".