Having been on a roller coaster of emotions after these past few month's Felicity was more than happy to be escaping Sterling City with Oliver. It was a dream come true, driving off into the sunset. Happy, is what he said, I'm happy. She was too, beyond happy. They were together, together, she had to keep repeating it to herself, a reminder that it has not been a dream. He chose her, wanted to be with her. Standing on the balcony of the hotel, she smiled to herself. She heard the shower turn off and she knew he was about to walk into the room. Her cheeks flushed remembering what they had done earlier in the morning. It was extremely hard keeping their hands off each other, but she was determined to see some sites while they were here. Felicity had never been to NYC. She shook her head as his arm circled her waist.

"Don't even think about it Queen." He led a trail of kisses down her neck. "You will take me to Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, and a Broadway show." She was falling apart she could feel it. "Please? You promised!" As quickly as he started he stopped.

"As you wish." She smiled to herself and finished getting ready for their outing.

They left the hotel hand in hand. She laughed and he tilted his head and smirked at her. She felt so carefree and happy. They spent the day laughing and flirting, taking in the sites just like a normal young happy couple would. "Dinner, then a show?" He asked her with a smile.
She knew from this smile that he was reaching the end of his rope and was ready to call it a night. Fluttering her eyelashes she was trying to be as cute as she could. "Yes please." He sighed, her smile faltered for a second but she recovered it quickly, she was sure he did not notice. She stopped walking and pulled his arm towards her to turn him to look at her. "Then we can do whatever you want." She winked at him. He let out a boyish laugh and pulled her against his chest.

"Whatever you want, Felicity. As long as we are together, I am happy." Her whole body flushed with warmth. How does he do that to her? He leaned into her and gave her a kiss. Then without letting her go he reached one arm into the street and hailed a cab. Within seconds they were on their way. "237 W. 44th St." He said to the driver. She looked at him with a frown. "Please" he added. He took a hold of her hand, weaving his fingers with hers. "I think you will like this restaurant. When we would travel with my father on business Thea would beg to come to this place. I honestly think that it was because of frog."

"Frog? In the restaurant, and you're taking me to eat there?!" He smiled as they pulled up to their location. "As long as I don't have to eat a frog." She said under her breath, and made a face of disgust. His smiled grew even wider. A red awning welcomed them, as well as a big green sign that read, Sardi's. They walked inside. Felicity's jaw dropped as she realized where she was. She grabbed onto Oliver's hand and pulled him behind her as she walked around looking at all of the Caricatures on the wall. "I get it now." She looked over at Oliver. He shrugged his shoulders as if asking her, what do you get now? "The frog." He smiled at her. "Muppets take Manhattan, I loved that movie, of course it was so silly, a frog a pig a bear a Gonzo, what was he anyways, Alien? A Broadway show. . ." She was just rambling now. She was a bit surprised that he knew the reference, but understood because Thea was younger, sometimes she forgot how young, knowing how much they have all been through.

"Felicity . . ." He said slowly also squeezing her hand to stop her rambling. She gave him a shy smile as they were led to a table.

They enjoyed their meal and talked about the caricatures around them. He surprised her them with two tickets for the Majestic. "You wanted Broadway." He smiled and slid the tickets across the table.

"Phantom of the Opera." She sighed. Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes. Everything was so normal. To good to be true. She blinked them back. Smiling, "I don't think this," she said pointing to herself and then to him, "could get any better." He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Thank you." She pulled his hand up to her face and leaned into it. She hadn't realized but that thank you was for more than just dinner and a show. It was for saving her, and opening up her heart and for most of all loving her.

"We should get going if we are going to make it to this show." He winked. They left the restaurant it had gotten chilly; he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his side. She was completely happy. The walk was short since the theatre was just down the block. She had to remember to thank Thea for helping them out with the money part of their trip. She knew it was really Malcolm's money, but she would NEVER thank him. Ever.

The seats were amazing, their own box seat, alone where they could enjoy each
other and the show without nosy on lookers. Surprisingly there was not much oh and ah's over Oliver Queen, some whispers as they walked through the streets but really New York was the place to go when you are outed as a vigilante.

The lights in the theatre dimmed. Felicity had butterflies, she was so excited, she has never seen a show like this, yes many shows while her mother worked in Vegas but this was Broadway. She squeezed Oliver and as the show started.

"Lot 665, purchased by the elderly Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, is a papier-mâché music box in the shape of a monkey." From the first line she was lost. She never felt her phone vibrate or the twelve calls that she missed.

As the lights came up for intermission, Felicity realized that the bathroom was the next place she had to visit. The line to the bathroom was ridiculously long; as she watched the boys smoothly walk in and out of their bathroom. She grumbled to herself. As she was entering the stall she felt her phone buzz. She ignored it, assuming it was just Diggle checking in on her. He had been doing that a lot since they had left. He was still angry and hurt by Oliver and was not his biggest fan. So trusting him with her was very hard for Diggle to do at the moment. When she was finished washing her hands and was heading back she felt the phone vibrate again. She sighed and took it out. Ready to defend Oliver to Diggle and assure him she was alright. Felicity was shocked when she looked down at the phone to see the 14 calls that she missed and the many text that were waiting for her. Thea, Diggle, Laurel. A lump formed in the back of her throat and she became flustered. The texts were not explanatory at all. They were you need to call us! Pick up your phone! The last text message was in all capitals, COME HOME! 911.

She looked up from her phone, her eyes locked with Oliver who was standing across the theatre lobby. They met in the middle and without saying a word to each other left through the front doors and into a cab. "JFK airport." He took her hand and with a sympathetic look, "I guess the honeymoon is over." She could not help the
flush that crept over her face. She smiled as he kissed her hand.

"Let's go home." She sighed laying her head on his shoulder and hoped this was just the beginning and not the end of their journey.