A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for all great comments on the last chapter of this story, now, after 2 weeks, chapter 3 is finally posted:)

- the wonderful edit by: pleasantfanandstudent

- corrected by: loveyoubeyondhope (please check out this blog:))

- written with the help of: loveyoubeyondhope

- special 'thank you' goes to miriam1779 and felicityollies for listening to my crazy ideas :)

Rating: +16 (T/M, can change)

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and mental illness, also swearing, +18 scenes in the future chapters (but no smut)

"Okay Felicity, now I really hope noone will notice us," said Oliver, but a barefoot woman in a golden dress wasn't something easy to miss. Oliver walked straight to the shoe shop and Felicity was doing everything she could to follow him on her ice cold feet. "When we walk in, you go straight to the chair on the left and I'll bring you socks and shoes. Do you know your size?"

"Size? No, but I know my name, human age and… that is it," she responded. They walked to the shop and Oliver immediately lead Felicity to said chair.

"Stay here and don't talk to anyone, I'll be right back."

"You are not trying to leave me here, are you?" asked Felicity, fear and sadness in her big, beautiful eyes. Now he was regretting taking her to the Police Station. Oliver promised he wouldn't leave her and Felicity hesitantly let him go to grab socks and some random shoes.

"Try on these," he said and gave her the smallest size of plain black shoes.

"Ow, ow! Oliver, they hurt!" cried Felicity and Oliver had to immediately take her shoes off in order to keep her quiet. He knew that people were now watching them because of Felicity, but he kept his head down and tried to ignore them.

"Keep your voice down!" He warned and chose the biggest ones for her to try on next.

"Are they supposed to fall off?" she asked confused and lifted her foot up, the shoe hitting the ground.

"No. Try these."

"Oh, they certainly do not fall off anymore" noticed Felicity and wiggled her foot in the shoe.

"Do your feet hurt?" Asked Oliver and felt the vibration of his mobile in the pocket. Tommy has been sending him messages for about an hour. A huge party was supposed to take place there the following day and the place was ready yet, Oliver's friend needed his help to take care of certain things.

"I am not sure, my feet hurt almost all the time," she said. "Ground is not really nice to walk on…"

"Felicity, you only have to tell me if they are too tight," said Oliver barely looking at her. He needed to assure Tommy that he is going to come to work tomorrow.

"Certainly not, in fact there is still room inside, is that a good thing?"

"Not really, I think you need a smaller size," Oliver leaned down to the boxes on the shelf and picked another pair of shoes for Felicity to try on.

"How do you know what the size is?" Asked the tiny blonde and Oliver rolled his eyes at her.

"It says on the box," he explained. "Here, try 7…"

A middle aged woman was passing by them and for a minute she stopped by the mirror on the wall, tying to decide on which shoes to buy.

"And how did you know what your size is?" Asked Felicity curiously and Oliver saw that the woman was looking at them.

"Stop talking," he whispered and gave her another pair of shoes of the same size to try on. He turned his back to the nosy woman, just in case she knew him. "Just try these on."

Felicity kept trying the shoes on for about an hour. It went faster after they finally found out what her size was, but Felicity was complaining that the shoes were ugly, nothing like she wanted them to be, but when he let her pick shoes she likes she disappeared for a long while and came back with high heel sandals in a light color.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked annoyed.

"No, why would I?" She pouted and gave him a confused look.

"It's not summer yet, you'd be cold," he said and led her back to the chair.

"You say that as if it is obvious to me," she told him and he had to bite his tongue not to say anything. He didn't want to fight with her, especially not in a public place. Having gotten to know her a little already he knew she cried a lot over almost every dispute.

In the end Oliver bought her two pairs of ugly shoes and a few packs of socks. Felicity walked out of the shop in her brand new shoes that didn't match the dress even a little bit. They went to a few shops with clothes and in every one of them Oliver wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He has never be more embarrassed in his life, the awkwardness of the situation was too much for him to handle. Firstly, Felicity needed underwear, then a few bras and then finally pants, blouses and a jacket. He spent hours in the changing rooms with her, because she was afraid he'd leave. Oliver was trying his best to explain why she can't just stand braless in front of him. His face was pure red when she casually took the dress off revealing her naked body and Oliver immediately jumped out of the changing room, but she immediately pulled him back in. With tears already in her eyes she was begging Oliver not to leave her and he was awkwardly trying to push her away not looking at her perfect, naked body.

"Oliver?" whined Felicity when Oliver was looking for some decent clothes for her to wear. She was standing in front of a short, pink dress, her eyes wide. "Look at how beautiful this dress is," she sighed.

"You don't need anymore fancy dresses," he growled and handed her a pajama set. He looked around and just in case hid behind a hanger with dresses.

"Grey again?" she whined and tears shone in her eyes. "Look at how pretty the others are." She raised her hand to touch a light purple pajama with colorful flowers on it, but she froze reminding herself of Oliver's warning not to touch anything. "Can I…?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, pick your favorite color, like a kid in preschool," he muttered. He had no time for her picking her favorite colors and patterns. He offered to buy her the necessary things, and he wanted to do it fast. He chose the clothes that he had around, and why all of them were grey he had no idea. Oliver looked at his watch. He spent almost the entire day in the shopping center with his crazy 'friend' and he really wanted to run everytime she was staring at some fancy dresses and fluffy sweaters. He felt like everyone is looking at him because of crazy Felicity who was walking funnily in her new shoes.

"Okay, now you have clothes and shoes, but you still need some… other things. I'll choose them all, so we could go home sooner, just don't say anything and stay close," Oliver told her and Felicity politely followed. She was walking very clumsily in her new shoes and pants, but when he asked she said that nothing hurts her, she's just very uncomfortable. Oliver took that to mean she was finally adjusting. After all she walked in nothing but a dress for (as Oliver assumed) days. "You'll need a toothbrush and a toothpaste," he said and threw random products into the basket.

"What for?"

"To brush your teeth, otherwise they will fall out," said Oliver not thinking much. He was way too tired for thinking. Felicity's presence was very exhausting. He wanted to chuckle when her eyes widened and she started checking her teeth with her fingers. "Hairbrush…" Oliver threw a random brown hairbrush into the basket, but Felicity looked sadly at a bigger, pink brush so he let her take it. He managed to realize she doesn't like dark colors. Apparently she loved pink… Just like baby Sara.

"What is this for?" asked Felicity a second later, holding the box with the pink hairbrush in her hands.

"To brush your hair," said Oliver and sighed when they got to shower gels, shampoos and body lotions.

"So they will not fall out?" Felicity tried to guess.

"So they will look pretty… What is wrong with you, woman?" wondered Oliver and Felicity's eyes watered again. She wasn't excited about being a human anymore. Why did Oliver think there was anything wrong with her? She thought that everyone will like her, just like in her old home. Besides he wasn't very kind anymore, he was acting strange. She felt like she was a burden to him and that he only made fun of her. Felicity had no idea that Oliver wasn't used to taking care of anyone, let alone a grown up woman who was acting like a child and not a very bright one.

"Choose one," said Oliver knowing she would whine if he picked something she didn't like. She was very picky as for a homeless person. This time though Felicity was standing still, not knowing what to do.

"What are these for?" She asked.

"What's a shower gel for?" Oliver's brows furrowed in confusion. "To shower! Come on, smell some and we'll go home, quickly! I swear I saw Hanna's boyfriend in the make-up section so she's here somewhere…" Felicity looked at him and blinked a few times, but then she tentatively took one bottle in her hands, opened it and making a weird face put it back on the shelf. Oliver looked around again. Felicity finally chose some cosmetics and Oliver left the shopping center hoping none of his friends saw him.

It was already the night when Oliver and Felicity came back to Oliver's apartment. Felicity got very quiet, she wasn't asking questions anymore, she was just silently observing Oliver, but it didn't really worry him, he only thought she's tired.

"Go take a shower now, Here…" Oliver started looking into the bags. "…you have all of the things you need, your new pajamas are here. There are towels in the closet," Oliver said and opened the bathroom door and closet. Oliver wanted to leave her in the bathroom and drink a half of his whiskey bottle, but Felicity was looking at him, tears in her eyes, again. "What now?" He asked grumpily. He felt very sorry for her, but why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn't she be found by someone who would know what to do?

"I… I really do not know what you want me to do," she sobbed standing in the middle of the bathroom. She didn't understand this world and Oliver wasn't really helping her to get it. Oliver sighed and rolled his eyes. Okay, she was sick, but for fuck's sake she had to shower before! Maybe she hit her head and lost her memories? That would explain some of her behavior…

"Here you turn the water on. Red is hot, blue is cold. Understand?" He let out a loud breath of relief when she nodded.

"Take your shower gel and shampoo and here… here is your towel. Enjoy," he said and quickly ran out of the bathroom before she could take her clothes in front of him once again today. He was tempted to lock her there for the rest of the night, but he realized after all the alcohol that he wanted to drink he'd need the toilet.

Oliver was sitting in his armchair for an hour, looking at the full whisky bottle and a few cans of beer. He responded to Tommy's text regarding Verdant and got up. He paced around the room and sighed. Felicity has been showering for an hour. One hour. Looking at the clock again, Oliver walked up to his bathroom door and knocked loudly. Felicity shut the water down immediately.

"Oliver?" she yelled.

"Yes, Oliver, who else can be at my home, huh?" he said, irony in his voice.

"Can I finally end the showering process?" asked Felicity and Oliver's jaw dropped. What if he decide to interrupt her after 3 hours? Wouldn't she just walk out on her own?

"Showering process? Who says that?" wondered Oliver aloud and shook his head with resignation. "But yes, you should 'end the showering process' right now!" Oliver went back to his room thinking what to do with himself. He was angry, upset, and embarrassed by Felicity. How could he take her to work with him tomorrow?

"Oliver…" Felicity was standing in the middle of the living room, her pajamas half wet, her hair dripping on the wooden floor. "Are they supposed to leak water like this?" She asked, clearly uncomfortable with the cold water running down her back.

"What are you doing? Where's your towel?" He quickly brought it and wrapped her hair in it, cursing under his breath.

"Oh… red warm, blue cold, wrap your hair with towel, wear clothes labels in the back, shoe size 7…"

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to forget? I am learning what you have told me," she explained. "I have heard that humans have to repeat things, otherwise they forget. How strange is that! Uh… Oliver, why am I… wrinkled?"

"Because you have been showering over an hour?" He guessed angrily. She has probably used all of the warm water! "What are you, a mermaid?"

"No, silly! I used to be an angel. Mermaids do not fall from the sky and I have heard that they can go back to their previous form if they survived 30 moons with humans on Earth…"

"Stop it right now!" shouted Oliver. He has heard enough and wasn't going to take any of her shit. How was it possible that noone has heard of her in the nearest mental hospitals? She couldn't have traveled far with nothing but a dress!

"Okay," he said, his voice calm. He had to remind himself that it's not her fault, yelling will only make her cry. "We should set up some rules. Rule number 1 is: don't say stupid things. Rules number 2, 3, 4 and 108 say: follow rule number 1, are we clear?" Felicity nodded hesitantly.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Yes" she responded and looked down at her feet. He immediately felt sorry for her, his heart ache when her tiny frame trembled helplessly.

"It's just that… I have a reputation in this city" he explained looking at her, hoping she would look at him with her bright, hopeful, innocent eyes that he already liked so much. "And please don't get me wrong, but some things that you say are… weird. And we wouldn't want people to think we're weird, right?"

"Right" said Felicity, not really understanding what he was trying to tell her. She only knew that the rumours about humans were real. They were afraid of the truth. And they got easily annoyed. Oliver was helpful and very nice to her at first, but then he started being mean and irritated every time she asked him questions. He couldn't understand that she used to be an angel, that she fell from Heaven and that she had no idea what shoes are or what a shower is. She had to try asking less questions. She could figure things out on her own, right? She could use his sandwich information device or the small important device. Or maybe the flat screen on the wall of his room? People were doing various things in it, she could learn from there! She has heard of a magic mirror controlled by a small box so that had to be it! Big fat boxes from the past were now flat screens, she has heard that from her befriended old angel. He could touch the Earth without consequences; he was supposed to watch over humans. Thinking that their conversation is over, Felicity took a deep breath and walked towards the bedroom she slept in last night, but Oliver stopped her.

"Um… sorry, but that's my bed. I brought all of your things here, you'll be sleeping on the couch," he announced and showed her her new bed - right in front of the tv.

"Oh, of course! So… I get the room with a… flat black screen," she noticed.

"That's a tv."

"Yes, it is a tv indeed," she said pretending to know what she's talking about. "Do you allow me to… turn it on?"

"Yeah, but I guess you don't know how, huh?"

"Umm… I do know… I have turned on a fair amount of tvs before." Oliver furrowed his brows in confusion after this abrupt change in her attitude, but soon he found out that she has no idea how to turn the tv on. He watched her as she walked up to it and narrowed her eyes trying to find any kind of a clue. "Why isn't the controlling box attached to it?"

"Try this" said Oliver and threw the remote on her bed. "Goodnight" he smiled, guilt heavy in his chest. He really didn't want to yell at her, but she was so freaking annoying! But also very cute… Yeah, she was cute, standing in the middle of his living room, dressed in a purple pajamas and orange socks with tiny unicorns, the remote looked somehow strange in her delicate, perfect hands… She was something else. A part of him knew she was too pure for this world, that she was as beautiful as the most angelic angel he has ever imagined, but he also knew that this couldn't be real. Her perfection couldn't have been angelic. She was simply a beautiful woman, lost in her own world.

"Goodnight, Oliver" her clear voice brought him back to reality.

"Don't watch too long, I'm going to wake you in the morning, we're going to work, remember?" he smiled.

"Yes, of course I do remember," she smiled back at him. "And I promise to behave as well as I can, you would not have to be embarrassed by me," she swore. "I hope our trip to the shopping center was not too bad… because… because despite all those uncomfortable clothes, I really enjoyed it," she confessed.

"It wasn't bad," said Oliver. "Not at all, but I'm not used to women dressed in nothing but a thin dress running around like it's the most normal thing in the world."

"Right, of course you are not," she admitted and for a while they stood in awkward silence.

"Goodnight," he said finally, when he convinced himself that she's not upset anymore.

"Yes, goodnight, kind Oliver," she said and watched him as he closed the door leaving her in her new room alone. She played with the remote for a while and she managed to turn the tv on, then she walked up to the wall and hesitantly did what Oliver did to switch the lights off when she was in the bathroom - and it worked. Proud of herself she sat on the bed, snuggled into the covers and played with the remote, changing channels and changing the settings. She fell asleep hours later with a small smile on her face and the remains of tears that fell down her cheeks every time she reminded herself that she never will be an angel again.

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