A/N: Here's chapter two! I've a very concrete plan as to where this is heading. So I will continue this. I just don't know how fast my updates will be since I'm starting my year long travel around the world in four days! (I'm hoping to finish it before I leave... or in the 10 hour plane ride)
The sound of gravel crunching under weight made Oliver turn around. He knew who it was, it was 1:30 AM, so it would be Roy arriving on the rooftop. Life had been easier since Roy joined the group on a permanent basis. If they had no person in particularly that they had to target. They would meet at 1:30 and if nothing big would have come up, one of them would head home. The other would stay and patrol the glades.
"What's going on with Felicity?" Roy asked as he came to stand next to Oliver to look at the street below. There was already a zip line down to the building across, Roy had learned that Oliver liked to have multiple escape roads where ever he was.
"What do you mean?" Oliver asked, of course he knew what Roy meant, but he was not going to add fuel to the fire.
"What I mean is that's she unusually quiet." Roy said turning to look at Oliver, but he kept his eyes on the streets and surrounding buildings. "There is no way you've not noticed that. She has not made a single comment about the fact that my suit is much better then yours."
The corner of Olivers mouth was tugged upwards as he glanced at the young man next to him. Next to that he stayed quiet and quickly turned his attention back to the city.
"Look man, I know we have a city to protect and all. But I'm telling you something is wrong, she's not herself." Roy said, he could not believe Oliver was so stoic about this, usually he was fine tuned on everything that had to do with Felicity. "You know what's going on don't you."
"It has been a long day, you think you can handle the rest of the night?" Oliver asked turning fully to Roy. It had been Oliver's night to patrol so he knew what he was asking of the young man.
"Yeah man. No problem." Roy answered, stoked that he got another night. Oliver walked towards the zip line and Roy called after him. "Make sure Felicity get's home alright."
Roy looked as Oliver hooked his bow around the zip line. The same time as Oliver's voice carried into the earpiece he was wearing. "Felicity I'm heading back, we're going home. Roy call Diggle if you need anything." With that he let himself glide down the zip line. Landing with ease on the other building, before taking off jumping across buildings and out of Roy's sight.
It took Oliver seven minutes to get back to the foundry, where Felicity sat waiting to go. The car ride was silent, Oliver glanced at her every once in a while. She was turned away from him slightly, looking out the window. Oliver had learned over the years that if she was not talking, she was thinking about something she didn't want to talk about.
They arrived at her apartment building and even then they got out of the car in silence till Felicity said. "You don't have to walk with me."
"Yes I do." Oliver said, just like he always did. He'd been driving her home at least three time a week. She always said he didn't have to go with her, he always did. He liked to know for sure she got home, into her apartment completely safe. In the beginning she fought him on it, but as time taught her, he wasn't going to budge, she learned that she enjoyed the minute alone with him.
Sometimes she would share something about their day, or mention something that was bothering her. When he told her that if she ever wanted to tell someone about her day, she could tell him. She knew he meant it, but she had never taken him up on his offer. Now she did, just in that minute that it took to walk to her door, up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to the apartment on the left side.
This time however, she stayed quiet. She wanted to tell him how she felt, to explain she was mad and angry and disappointed. She wanted to say that she was hurt and confused and that she didn't understand how and why her dad had acted that way. That she was disappointed in the fact that her silly hopes about her father being a spy and having to go on a mission was the reason he disappeared, or some similar hopes were al squashed. But that would take longer than a minute and a minute was the only thing she allowed herself to have.
She opened the door to her apartment and turned back around to Oliver with a small smile as a silent thank you.
"Are you going to be okay? Alone?" Oliver asked a little bit awkwardly mentioning towards the open door.
"Oliver I found out that my dad is a giant asshole, it's not like I broke my leg and arm, where you know I wouldn't be able to cook for myself or shower myself and would need your help." Felicity said as the image of her and Oliver in the shower together popped up in her head. "What I mean is I can take care of myself."
"I know you can." Oliver answered and Felicity that always expected a but to follow that statement, all the men that had said that to her always had a but. Oliver didn't and that made her feel strong, but on the other side incredible vulnerable. "Are you really going to be okay?"
"I'll be fin..e." Felicity said her voice breaking, but at that moment she wasn't sure if she believed herself. Oliver smiled at her and placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb wiping away the single tear that fell from her eyes.
"I promise, you'll be fine." Oliver said and Felicity leaned into his caress a real smile forming on her lips.
The apartment door across the hall opened and an old lady put her head around the doorframe. "Oh Felicity darling it's just you."
"Hi mrs Booth, sorry for waking you." Felicity answered.
"Don't be silly dear, I was still awake." Mrs Booth answered with a smile.
Oliver's hand fell down and he smile quickly at mrs Booth, before turning back to Felicity. "I'll pick you up in the morning." He then walked back towards the exit bidding mrs Booth a good night.
Felicity waved at mrs Booth one more time and entered her apartment. "Dear." Mrs Booth called out and Felicity looked at her. "For the past two months I've seen that boy bring you home at all hours of the night." Felicity blushed and couldn't help to duck her head. Having no way to explain why Oliver brought her home so late.
"You should invite the boy in sometime." Mrs Booth and with one final wink she closed the door.
Felicity smiled as she closed the door. Leaning with her back against it, how she wished she could invite him in. Her smile falling from her face, why did things have to be so complicated, why did her dad have to show up right when she felt happy. Tears started to fall from her face as she slid down the door, her arms came around her knees as she let herself cry into them.
A/N: Let me know if it was just as good as your expectations! Reviews fuel my writing urges! Let me know what you think positive and or negative!