AN: I had a dream about this and had to write it down. I don't have a Beta so forgive me for any typos. I don't own Arrow although I would love to. Please R&R!
She was swiveling in her computer chair in the new lair biting her pen. She wasn't as fond of this lair it was more claustrophobic, plus it didn't have the salmon ladder. Which was something she very much enjoyed. She was waiting for one of her many searches to come up with something on the whereabouts of Thea. She was all alone at the moment, so decided that she would hone her already exemplary archery skills. She had been with Oliver on his arrow crusade for a little over two years now, and he still didn't know she was already an archer.
She found an alcove, which was a nice hiding spot for her magenta bow, and black arrows she drew her bow aiming at the farthest target and nailed it. Glad that she had some time to herself, as the boys were out on patrol and Laurel was at the office. She shot a quiver full and then returned everything to it's rightful place, accidentally missing one arrow on the floor behind a target.
Just after she put her quiver and bow away, Oliver walked through the door in his Arrow suit. She let out a silent sigh of relief, she had gone this long without him finding out she wasn't going to let it out now. Well there were a lot of things she hid from him, he was just too occupied keeping things from her to notice.
To him she was Felicity Smoak, born and raised by her single Jewish mother in Las Vegas and MIT grad of 2009. Who she really is, is another person entirely. Elizaveta Knyazev was her given name when she was born in Moscow, a name given to her by her father Anatoly Knyazev. She never got to see her father, but that's not surprising due to his ties with the Bratva. When she was three he left, and they moved to Vegas, changing their names from Czarina and Elizaveta Knyazev to Claire and Felicity Smoak. As soon as she got her hands on her first computer she was able to look Anatoly up as well as his contacts within the organization.
About four years ago she heard chatter about an American who had just become a Captain in the Bratva over in Asia. In 2009 at her graduation, Anatoly walked up to her. He gave her strict instructions for her to move to Starling City and work at QC. This of course didn't sit well with her and she argued with him for a good hour. To be honest she was still reeling that one of her parents actually came to her graduation. She never told him that she already had a job lined up for her there, she was too stubborn.
"Elizaveta, he is still alive and when he comes back, he will protect you." Anatoly explained cryptically.
Frustrated she replied "Who Papa? Who is he? Why do I need protecting no one knows I'm your daughter."
"It is not a matter with the Bratva, I cannot tell you now, but when he comes into your life you will know. He must never know who you really are though."
"Ok I won't tell him" she vowed not knowing how hard it would be to keep that promise.
The day she found Oliver in the back of her car shot, was the day she realized what her father had been saying. Laying on the table across his heart was a tattoo identical to the one her father had, and she gasped in shock. Digg assumed it was because she was dealing with her first gunshot wound. He was wrong, about both aspects. This was not her first gunshot wound, not by far, she lived in Vegas and in order to pay for college she had to do some highly illegal activities. Which is why she got so angry when Oliver treated her with kid gloves.
Oliver was suddenly waving his hands in front of her vacant face. Who knows how long she had been thinking about the past and her secrets. "Felicity?"
She finally snapped out of it "Yes?"
"You've been standing there staring into space for the last fifteen minutes, I was starting to worry."
"I'm sorry I was just thinking about...stuff" she finished lamely. He gave her a puzzled look as she sat back at her computers still in a daze.
"Where did this black arrow come from?" he growled a panicked look across his face.
Still not thinking clearly she piped up "I thought I was missing one when I put up my quiver and bow." Her eyes popped open her jaw dropped and she slowly turned her seat around until she was staring straight into Oliver's eyes. Eyes filled with rage and betrayal.
"Your what?"
Shrinking down she replied "My quiver and bow..."