Sorry I totally meant to post this yesterday but in had some technical issues and now this isn't as long as I was hoping it would be I'm sorry but after this the chapters should get longer because I think I know kind of where I want to go with this story but your feedback would be helpful.
Ok well thank you for everything here's the next chapter.
For Oliver's part in this story to come later should I include Ra's offer or figure out a different resolution to that problem or? What would you all like to see? And how about roy and diggle finding out? I think I know how I want to write it but do you have certain things you want to see?

Thanks!

Felicity glared at her reflection in the mirror.

Glasses. Replaced by contacts.

Colorful dresses replaced with jeans and a simple tee shirt. A waitress uniform for the evenings.

And blonde hair. What blonde hair? Her hair had been dyed back to its original color of poop brown with its chestnut streaks that show up in spring and stay through summer only to disappear at the sign of the first falling leaf.

She had vanished from Starling only a few days ago, packing up her belongings swiftly. She got rid of the majority of her clothing, she didn't need the short pencil skirts anyway, and put the furniture she wanted to keep in storage. The main things she couldn't part with were her multitude of laptops and few tablets. She didn't actually need that many and with her changing her life she probably wouldn't use them but she wasn't getting rid of them. There was Arrow information on them locked away and encrypted and although she will keep the majority of them under her bed and she wouldn't need to use them, she wasn't going to get rid of any of it.

And now I'm thinking about Starling again. Him again.

Felicity couldn't help it. She had just up and vanished on her family. She was sure they would be worried.

Her empty apartment should be explanation enough.

She could still remember what happened the other day with Ray when she was telling him she was going to be gone for an unknown amount of time. Or rather Felicity remembered what didn't happen.

She entered his office early that morning, her heart set on her much needed "vacation". He was working on, she wasn't even surprised, his ATOM suit. He apparently wanted it to fly smoother and it had taken up all his time and Palmer Technologies was paying the price for it.

She had shook her head. Not her problem.

She had told him she was quitting, leaving, vacationing, whatever he wanted to call it. He barely made a sound. Didn't glance in her direction. Didn't pause in his work.

She sighed and watched him as he was oblivious to her presence. She had tried to help him and ended up sleeping with him too. She wanted to move on and it felt right but now she knew it wasn't and she was disappointed in herself for having a one night stand. For thinking that someone else was willing to stay.

He was gaining a five o'clock shadow. Again. He looked tiered and worn but you probably wouldn't notice if you looked into his eyes. They were alight with almost a maniacal excitement, like a child with a new toy. And as she thought about it the suit was a toy to him. He didn't realize what it meant to go out and protect people, putting their life before your own. He just saw the suit as something waiting to be made and used so he could make up for something that wasn't his fault. And maybe that's what Felicity was too. A tool that had been used and was no longer needed. He had gained the company. Through her. He got her to help him and to use her smarts to fix his suit. He figured out his suit. Through her. He finished his suit. Through her. And now he barely acknowledges her existence.

Just like everyone else.

Felicity had forced herself to walk out, ignore him because he wasn't worth it and now after 3 years she was putting herself first again. She didn't need him. She put a quick note on her desk explaining about her quitting, vacation, sabbatical, whatever, so he would know what happened to her.

If he actually came looking that is.

Felicity shook her head to clear her thoughts and exited the bathroom to start her day. She was currently back with her mother living in her old bedroom and her mom was at work on The Strip. Felicity joined her for the late shift and always chuckled at her decision.

"Honey I'm not sure what's going on with you and I won't push," Donna Smoak raised her hands in a pacifying gesture. "But isn't that late? You need to rest and I can tell something's bothering you. You don't have to work."

Felicity had shot her down. She needed something to do and working at night would distract her from what she would usually be doing from 9pm to 5am.

This was her change. She was starting over as a new version of herself. She needed this, she had to once again lock up her heart like she did after Cooper and hope that Oliver Queen wouldn't get through her defenses again.

Ok this chapter was supposed to be longer but I felt it was better to end it there. I promise they will get longer as the story progresses but this one just didn't end up as long. Please tell me what you think!