A/N- This fic is set six years after the events of 3x09 so don't read if you haven't watched. Contains established Olicity, some fluff, little bit of smut, twists and heartbreak. Enjoy!

Felicity smiled up at her husband as he held out the chair for her. She sat down and he gave her a quick, chaste kiss before taking his seat. "I'm so excited to get out of the house for a little while. I mean, other than work. And by work, I mean both our day and night jobs. A nice, quiet date night is just what we need."

"We're not exactly known for quiet dates. I seem to recall a missile launcher ruined our first one." Oliver ordered an overly expensive bottle of red wine from the wide-eyed waiter who'd overheard the last sentence. Felicity sent him a chastising look, still having a hard time, even after all these years,whenever he spent money on something she deemed extravagant. "We haven't had a date in six months, Felicity. I want to splurge on my wife."

She smiled softly, the light reflecting off of her loosely curled blonde hair, and he was struck, just as he was everyday for the four years that they'd been married, by the thought of how lucky he was to have her, to be able to hold her in his arms at night. "I guess we can both use a little splurging for one night. And as far as the missile launcher, I seem to recall that that was not our worst date."

"So we had one bad day on our honeymoon," he said, drawing a snort of laughter from her.

"One bad day? We were attacked by a crazed assassin the first day we got there which led to Nyssa wrangling us into helping her track down his partner who locked us up in a little dark room for a day and a half."

The waiter left the wine and scrambled away quickly after taking their orders, having the bad luck of overhearing the strangest parts of the conversation. "The only reason Nyssa was even able to convince us to help her was because she managed to successfully guilt trip you over not inviting her to the wedding. And I take offense to the fact that you consider that dark little room as a bad day. It always held a special place in my heart." They smiled at eachother adoringly as they both took sips of their respective glasses.

"Okay, you're right. We did have a pretty spectacular time in that room," she acquiesced. The look he gave her melted her insides as she remembered all the things they did to pass the time that day.

They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, simply enjoying being together without the stress of work or bad guys or raising a kid. Just the two of them staring at each other over dinner, these were the moments they both cherished. "Maybe we should call Thea, check on Jack, make sure everything is going okay," Oliver told her as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, effectively ending the moment.

She reached across the table to take his free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure they're fine, Oliver. This isn't the first time Aunt Thea has babysat him and Jack loves spending time with her. The only thing that's going to happen is that he's going to pick up a few new swear words from her and Uncle Roy." It had surprised her, and at the same time it didn't, when Oliver had turned outto be the worry wart parent. She could only imagine what it would be like if their next child was a girl but she was getting ahead of herself. They'd only recently started discussing having another child. They'd only talked about children a few times before she'd become pregnant with Jack, both consumed with worry over what would happen if they brought a child into the dangerous lives they led. Things had gone surprisingly well in the two years since he'd been born, in large part due to the fact that there were plenty of people to keep the city safe now. They had a running joke about how there were more heroes now than criminals in Starling City, something that she wasn't going to complain about too much.

He put his phone back in his pocket, smiling sheepishly. "You know I worry but you're right. Thea is more than capable of watching him. This is our time."

They savored their meal, sharing a large piece of cheesecake for dessert before Oliver paid the bill, helping her with her jacket before they left the restaurant arm in arm. Oliver opened the car door but she didn't climb in, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his black dress slacks and pulling him closer to her. She took his head in her hands, leaning up slightly to reach his lips with her own. It didn't matter how many times they'd kissed in the six years since their first, every one affected her, making her knees go weak, and every nerve ending in her body tingle. The things this man made her feel were like a drug, something that she was addicted to and could never get enough of, more in love with him now than she'd ever been. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I don't want to go home yet."

"I don't either. The Foundry?" They were both breathing heavily, his fingers twisted up in her hair as she leaned against the car, his body moving with her. She nodded, face flushed and eyes bright. He kissed her once more, grinding his hips into her before he moved back, opening the door, the door for her. He chuckled softly when a frown came over her face as soon as he was no longer touching her. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, "The sooner we get there, the sooner I can rip that gorgeous dress off of you." She shivered in anticipation, moving quickly into the car. Oliver grinned, shaking his head as he closed the door, making his way over to the driver's side.

They reached the Foundry in record time, dashing out of the vehicle and using the side entrance, racing each other inside, becoming drenched from the rain that was now pouring down. Seconds after they were inside, and making sure nobody else was here, Oliver slid her jacket off, taking her in his arms, one hand gripping her right hip as the other grasped her head, holding her impossibly close as his mouth sought hers out desperately. She moaned as his tongue caressed hers and his right hand reached up to knead her breast, alternating between rough and gentle. They backed up into a table and Oliver reached behind her, unzipping her low-cut red dress that was soaked from the rain, his lips never leaving hers as he pushed the straps off of her arms. He undid her bra next, freeing her breasts, and breaking their kiss so he could revel in her bare body, a sight he would never get enough of. His hands slid down her smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, sliding over her panties before grasping her thighs and lifting her up, setting her down on the cold surface. She yelped, jumping a couple of inches off of the table before slowly sitting down on it.

Oliver kissed below her ear. "I'm sorry," he said but she felt his smile against her skin, telling her that he wasn't very sorry. She was soon distracted by his lips making their way slowly down her neck, his tongue darting out and tracing a path along her collarbone before moving down to her left breast. His tongue circled her nipple teasingly before encircling it, making her gasp as he lightly bit her, his other hand moving to massage her right breast. He pushed her a little farther up the table, fingers pulling her panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor where they joined her discarded dress and bra, the only thing she was left wearing were the black stilettos that he loved so much. "Have I told you lately how astoundingly beautiful you are?"

"I think it's been a few days," she answered breathlessly.

"It's true," he said as his finger traced the inside of her thigh, stopping just before he reached her apex. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I'll do my best to remind of you of that as much as I can for the rest of our lives." He cradled her face gently in his hands, kissing her softly, grateful that he had her. "I love you, Felicity."

She smiled up at him sweetly, her immense love for him clear in her eyes, "I love you, Oliver."

Unable to wait any longer, he undid his pants, kicking them off as he pulled her up to the edge of the table. He entered her tortuously slow, holding her hips in place as she tried to make him drive deeper into her. He kissed her languorously until he was fully buried in her, staying still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by her. He stared into her eyes as he began to move slowly. She was his wife, the mother of his child, the love and light of his life. He didn't know where he would be without her and he never wanted to find out. His arms wrapped around her tightly, her breasts pushing up against his chest as his thrusts quickened. She cried out his name, spasms rippling through her body, legs quivering as he pumped into her three more times before joining her in her orgasm. He peppered her damp forehead with kisses before withdrawing from her, Felicity gasping at the sudden emptiness.

"Now these are the kind of dates we should have more often," she told him when she could finally breathe again.

He chuckled, scooping her up in his arms unexpectedly, making her squeal. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Somewhere more comfortable."

Three hours later, they were curled up on the training mat, covered by a small blanket she'd found in a closet, exhausted and satiated. Her index finger traced patterns across his chiseled muscles while he played with strands of her hair absentmindedly. It had been a little over nine years since the first time he'd walked into her office with that bullet-riddled laptop and so much had changed. They were happily married with a wonderful son, miraculously managing a balance between their lives as the owners of Queen Consolidated, parents and heroes. There was a time when she never thought this could be possible, a time when they felt too far apart, a time when she couldn't even tell him that she loved him. He'd stood in front of her, across the room from where they lay now, and told her with absolute certainty that he loved her. She hadn't been able to tell him then and she'd regretted it the moment he'd walked out the door. She almost never got the chance to tell him and it had changed her entire life. When she discovered that he'd died on that mountain top, fighting Ra's al Ghul, it had felt like he'd taken her soul with him that day, leaving her with a raw, gaping wound for the two months that she believed he was dead. "Hey." he whispered softly in her ear. "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about the first time you told me you loved me," she answered quietly.

"During the mirakuru attack?"

She shook her head. "When you meant it."

He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his body around hers. "I meant it then, I just didn't realize it. You're talking about what happened with Ra's six years ago, aren't you?"

She nodded, her hair brushing against his naked chest. "I regretted not telling you for so long." She sighed sadly, glancing around the room. "While you were gone, I had a hard time being down here. John and Roy used to find me just staring at the spot you were standing in when I last saw you. You dying destroyed me and I never want to feel that again." She didn't know why these thoughts were laying heavy on her mind, today wasn't the first time in recent weeks that she'd thought about the day he died. Maybe it had something to do with how happy she felt, knowing that it could disappear without a moment's notice.

"Do you remember the night I came back?" He asked.

She listened to his heart beat for a moment before answering. "Of course I remember. I remember sitting alone in my dark house, thinking about you and how I would never see you again, imagining what would have happened if I'd just told you how I felt that night. And then you knocked on the door."

His knuckle drifted across her cheekbone soothingly. "When I got back to Starling, there wasn't anywhere else that I wanted to be. All I could think about was seeing you and I'll never forgot the look on your face when you opened that door."

She laughed. "I slammed the door in your face."

"I mean after you opened it again. When you believed that it was really me. You threw yourself into my arms, telling me over and over again that you loved me."

"That was the first night we were together," she added.

"The first of many," he told her as he cupped her chin, tilting her face up to him so he could kiss her. "If Ra's hadn't killed me during that fight, it would have taken us a lot longer to get where we are today. That moment when I was dying, all I could think was how stupid I was for believing that we couldn't be together, convinced that I couldn't be the Arrow and Oliver Queen. It took me dying to realize that none of that mattered. What mattered was you, what mattered was how I felt about you, that's what was and still is important."

She recalled the agonizing moment when Nyssa had shown up at the Foundry with news of Oliver's death and she'd collapsed into the arms of John, sobbing and screaming. She never wanted to feel that again.

"Stop thinking about it, Felicity. It's in the past and we have a long, happy life together to look forward to, one filled with love and our amazing kids."

"Kids? As in plural?" she teased.

He rolled her over, his body on top of hers, the weight comforting and familiar. His face turned serious as he brushed her hair back, staring down at her. "I want to have another one. I know Jack wasn't completely planned but he's the best thing that ever happened to us. I want to give him a sibling."

"I do too but I'm worried. I already worry about keeping Jack safe, I'd die if anything happened to him. What if someone targets our children because of what we do?"

"I will never let anything happen to Jack or any hypothetical siblings we give him and I will do whatever it takes to keep our kids safe. Things are different from when I first came back from Lian Yu. Starling City is different, we're different. We've built a family, Felicity, not one with just us and Jack. We've built this huge family unit out of people we care about, people who would give their own lives to protect our son, we have a safety net."

She thought for a long moment. He was right. Things were different and they'd built something that mattered but he was wrong about one thing. "You built this, Oliver. You brought us together, you made us a family. You brought John and me and Roy into this. Every person who is loyal to us, every person who has risked their lives for this city, you are the one responsible for all of this."

Love brightened his blue eyes, her heart swelling as he gazed down at her. Dear god, she loved this man. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. "There you go again, underestimating yourself," he told her.

"I'm not the one trying to dodge the compliment." After a quiet minute, she nodded her head. "Let's do it."

His face was still guarded but she knew him better than she knew herself. She could see the hope lighting up his face but she could also see the worry that she didn't mean it.

She grabbed his face, pulling him closer to her, pouring everything she felt into him. She used the passionate kiss to assure him of her love for him, to let him know that she still believed in him and that she always would. He was an amazing father and she was lucky that he was her husband. "Let's have another baby, Oliver," she told him once she managed to tear her lips away.

He grinned, happiness emanating off of him. "I love you, Felicity."

It was another hour before they finally pulled away from each other, reluctantly getting dressed. She looped her arm in his as they made their way out of the side entrance. They got ten feet out the door when she stopped suddenly. "I forgot my purse."

"Want me to go get it?"

She shook her head. "No, you go get the car. I'll be right behind you." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back inside.

Oliver smiled, shaking his head. He shoved his hands in his pocket, strolling down the paved street, content. He was going to the home he shared with his wife and son, a house that would hopefully become fuller relatively soon. Life was perfect, something he never thought possible, and it was all due to Felicity. He owed everything to her.

Bang!

His heart stopped, the world slowing down as he turned back to the alleyway, the side entrance just out of sight. "Felicity?" He called out into the night. Panic seized him and he started running full-speed towards where he'd just been standing with her. "Felicity?"

The only thing he saw was her blonde hair strewn out on the ground, partially muddied by the small puddle she'd landed in. Terror gripped him as he fell to his knees, pulling her into his arms, cradling her. He'd pulled his jacket off, holding it against the bullet wound in her chest, trying his best to staunch the flow of blood with his shaky hands. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes flickering open and shut. "Oliver?" Her voice was meek, blood trickling out of the side of her mouth. "I think that guy took my purse." She looked down at herself, shock clouding her eyes. "Did he shoot me?"

"You're going to be okay, Felicity. Everything's going to be okay." He wanted it to come out reassuring but it sounded more like a desperate plea.

Understanding dawned in her eyes. She knew the truth, even if he wouldn't admit it. This wasn't fair, she didn't want to go. She wanted to watch her son grow up, see the man he would become. She wanted to experience life with Oliver, grow old together, spoil their grandchildren. She was foolish to think they would get a happy ending. They'd fought hard to get where they were but it wasn't enough. The universe was cruel, ripping her away from her family, leaving her boys on their own. She was scared, terrified, to die but as she stared up into Oliver's heartbroken face, she shoved that fear down, not wanting it to show on her face. She knew the others would help him, take care of him but she knew Oliver. He wouldn't accept help easily, if at all. She tried to reach up to touch his face but her limbs wouldn't cooperate with her and she knew she didn't have much time. "You're right, Oliver. Everything is going to be okay, you hear me? You are going to let them help you. Don't be stubborn and thick-headed, let them in. You and Jack are going to need all the help you can get."

Tears streamed down his face and he shook his head violently. "Stop, Felicity, don't talk like that."

"I love you, Oliver. Take care of our boy." She smiled one final time before her body went limp, falling eerily still.

Oliver shook her gently, whispering her name. His head fell, his cheek pressing against hers, running his fingers through her hair as he sobbed into her neck. A painful, animalistic howl escaped him as he held the body of his dead wife.

Roy and John arrived at Verdant at the same time, climbing out of their cars within seconds of each other. "Do you know why we're here?" Roy asked as he caught up to John.

Dig shook his head. "All I got was a 911 text from Oliver."

Apprehension filled them as they walked into the empty club, making their way through and punching the code into the secured door. Diggle made it down the stairs first, Roy running into his back when he froze in place. "Oliver, what happened?" John's voice cracked as he took one step forward.

Roy stepped around him, quickly wishing he hadn't when he saw Oliver perched on a chair, leaning onto the table and clasping Felicity's hand. The scene wouldn't have made his heart sink if it wasn't for the devastated look on Oliver's face and the blood he could see on Felicity's chest, the same chest that wasn't moving. He stared at her, incredulous, waiting to see her breathe. The moment dragged on until he came to the horrible realization it wasn't going to happen.

"She's dead," Oliver told them in a shattered whisper.

John walked over to him, hand grasping Oliver's shoulder, but he couldn't look at what was on the table, staring down at the floor instead.

"Who did this?" Roy asked, voice thick with his held-back tears.

Oliver's shoulders heaved and he didn't respond for a second, his voice despondent when he finally did. "She got mugged. That's it. How stupid is that? Everything we've been through and survived and she gets killed by some prick looking to steal a few bucks." He shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "I'm sure it's on the security footage but I can't look."

"We'll find him, Oliver," Roy said as he started to walk over to the computer but found it was harder than he thought it would be to sit in that chair, knowing she wouldn't again.

"Maybe we should call Quentin," John offered.

"Not yet. They'll just take her away." He squeezed her hand harder, a sob rising in his throat. He didn't want to accept it. This couldn't have happened. They were just talking about having another kid, they had sex on this very table only hours ago. They'd been talking about the first time that he told her he loved her.

That was it. It clicked in his head what he needed to do. He stood up abruptly. "I need Thea to watch Jack for a day or two and I need the two of you to find this guy. Don't turn him over to the cops until I get back, I'd like to have conversation with the man who killed my wife." He picked Felicity up, ignoring that her skin was noticeably cooler than when he'd brought her down here not that long ago.

"Where are you going, Oliver?" John asked, following him over to the door.

Oliver stopped. "I'm going to Nanda Parbat and I'm bringing my wife back alive." He didn't give John the opportunity to say anything else before he bolted out the door, leaving John and Roy alone to share a worried look.

A/N- I was thinking the other night about how often in comic books the girlfriend/wife dies and I had a sad thought about what if Olicity got their happy ending only for Felicity to die. So I had to write a fic about it :) (even though I told myself I couldn't write any fics until I finished working on a different project) Also, I'm running off the theory that Oliver gets resurrected by the Lazarus Pit (I'm not 100% positive on how they'll use the bit but I did a little bit of research on how DC's used it before) and in my world, Thea and Quentin are in the know about Oliver because I think after nine years, they should know what's up. Reviews are always appreciated and I hope you enjoy this story that seized me and wouldn't let me go.