Author's Note; Okay, okay, I know what I said about not uploading... But this really got away from me and the next thing I know the chapter that was just suppose to be a filler is north of 6000 words...

So here you go... An extra long filler chapter!

Also, I couldn't help the little additions of Oliver's POV. They're nothing major, but they kept floating round in my head and slipping in, so I gave in and just added them.

And can I just say, the response I've got from this fic has been phenomenal! You guys are the best people in the world! Keep the reviews coming in, I wasn't joking when I said that they inspire me to keep it up.

Enjoy!


Previously in At Least It Wasn't Dirty Dancing:

"Felicity, I'm not comfortable leaving you alone with him," he said softly, looking up and meeting her eyes. She saw the concern swimming in the usually steel grey irises, but even that did nothing to persuade her otherwise.

"Newsflash, Oliver: you have no say in what I do or who I hang out with. You never have, and you never will."

"That's not fair," he growled, stepping up a step so that they were now eye level.

"Life's not fair," she bit back, turning to re-enter the house. "Oh, and by the way, Oliver?" She said, glancing over her shoulder to see him looking angrily after her.

"We're not done here."

Oliver's POV

What had just happened? It wasn't like Felicity had never snapped at him before. She had. Frequently. Especially when he was being an ass. But there was something very different about it this time. This wasn't just her telling him he was wrong. This was her genuinely furious. And furious Felicity was scary.

As he made his way back down the short walkway to the road where his bike was parked he kept seeing her angry face flashing before his eyes. When he reached his bike he swung a leg over, but pulled out his phone, hitting 2 and switching to Bluetooth so he could speak with his helmet on.

"Need me back at the Foundry?"

"Why does everyone always assume that I want them at the Foundry whenever I show up or call?" He

growled without thinking.

"Because whenever you call or show up you do want us at the Foundry." Digg said, and Oliver could hear the smirk in his friends voice.

"I- Never mind," Oliver huffed, revving the engine and pulling away from the curb, "I know that Felicity told you not to watch her house, but I need you there tonight. Roy's there and-"

"No."

"No"

"That's right. No."

"Digg. I'm serious. I don't trust-"

"Who? You don't trust who, Oliver? You obviously don't trust Roy considering how heart broken that kid was this evening, which, coincidentally, is the reason he's at Felicity's in the first place. Or you don't trust Felicity?"

"Of course I trust Felicity," Oliver snarled, swerving around a car that unexpectedly pulled out. "And what do you mean by 'that's why Roys at Felicity's in the first place'?"

"Oliver. You can't think that Felicity would just leave the kid alone."

"I didn't think-"

"Exactly. You didn't think. Now I'm going to hang up and go back to bed. Night Oliver."

"Digg!" He snapped, but the quiet beeping let him know that his friend had hung up on him. He gave another snarl of frustration and kicked his bike up a gear, racing back to the Foundry.

Felicity's POV

As she closed the door quietly behind her and rearmed the security system she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. She wasn't gonna lie. Putting Oliver in his place felt good. It always had. But this was different. Protecting someone against the hurt that he had caused, especially when she'd done such a crap job of protecting herself from him, had felt good. She'd had more of a purpose this time than any before.

She poked her head round the door jam to check on Roy once more. Her shout hadn't seemed to wake him, but he now had an arm flung over his head, dangling off the arm of the couch. She smiled, and retreated back down to her room.

She was exhausted. Helena coming back had brought up uncomfortable memories and feelings and added to her already uncomfortably high level of paranoia. Honestly, being paranoid takes a lot out of someone! But back to Helena. Whilst she'd put on a brave face and bravado in front of the others, she had internally been panicking for the last two days. Being tied up in her own office, with her own scarf, may have left some residual anxiety.

Shaking herself out of that downward spiral, she changed quickly into a pair of her comfy flannel pyjama bottoms and pulled on a faded and worn t-shirt. Her hair was dealt with quickly, seeing as she'd yanked it out of her ponytail earlier and scrubbed her hands through it in frustration. Tossing her glasses down onto the bedside table she made quick work of brushing her teeth and clearing her face of makeup. Satisfied with her nightly routine, she collapsed onto her spacious double bed, snuggled beneath the covers and closed her eyes.

For once, Oliver didn't come into her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.


The alarm blaring woke her at 7, as usual.

What wasn't usual was the smell of fresh coffee and the music coming from her kitchen.

She snagged her glasses off her bedside table she tip toed out her door, sneaking down the corridor, hugging the wall as she went. She quietly picked up her old field hockey stick she kept hidden in her linen cupboard before taking a deep breath and jumping round the door into her kitchen. She swung the stick and hit the very large human form that was bent with its head in her fridge.

"What the HELL!" Roy roared as he tried to stand up, smacking his head on the inside edge of the fridge. As she stood holding the hockey stick poised over her shoulder for another hit it felt a bit like déjà vu.

"Roy! Oh my God!" She cried, dropping the stick and stumbling back when she saw the distinct trembling of his hands. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

"Flick, it's okay!" He hissed, closing his eyes as he fought to get the trembling under control.

"No its not! Did I hurt you?"

"I'm hopped up on Mirakuru. I don't think your field hockey stick is going to make a dent."

"Its- I'm still- Wait, Flick?" She said, replaying what Roy had just said in her head.

"Er, yeah. Sorry, its just a natural shortening isn't it?" He asked, ducking his head in apparent embarrassment. At least he's got the Mirakuru under control, she thought idly. That was a good sign. She hadn't had to intervene for him to calm down. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

"No, its fine!" She reassured him, feeling safe enough to approach, "I just haven't heard it in a long time." She gently moved him to sit at her table before going back and fixing all the food in her fridge which had been knocked over when Roy hit his head.

"What's a long time?" Roy asked, rubbing the back of his head. She froze momentarily before answering.

"Since I was 4. My dad used to call me that."

"Why'd he stop?"

"Well, its difficult to call your child anything when you abandoned them."

She hadn't meant to sound so bitter, but she supposed it was only natural when you've been left with some serious Daddy and abandonment issues.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Roy mumbled, scuffing the floor with his barefoot awkwardly.

"Its alright," she reassured him, throwing a smile over her shoulder to let him know she wasn't angry, "Its not exactly something I advertise. Now. What were you digging around in my fridge for? And can you pour me a coffee while I do breakfast?"

"Oh," Roy said, standing and retrieving two mugs from the cupboard, "I was looking for some bacon. Bacon makes everything better."

"Roy, another fact that isn't immediately obvious when it comes to me, I'm Jewish."

"Jewish? So no bacon?" Roy asked, and Felicity couldn't help laughing at the stricken look on the young man's face.

"Yes, Roy. No bacon. I can, however, make you my breakup specialty."

"And what's that? More 80s movies?" He quipped, putting her coffee on the bench before resuming his position at the table.

"No," she said, poking her tongue out at him childishly, "Chocolate chip pancakes."

"Felicity. I'm not 8 years old."

"Maybe not, but chocolate chip pancakes will never fail to make you smile."

Roy snorted, but she ignored him and carried on making them breakfast in silence. When she was done and putting the food on the table she took note of the fact that a smile did make its way onto Roy's face. She refilled her coffee before sitting down and digging in.

"So, what are you going to do today?" She asked, taking her plate over to the sink.

"I don't know," he mumbled, getting up and copying her actions, "Go home, I guess. Hope Thea's already collected her stuff. I assume that I'm fired, so tonight I'll use Oliver's secret entrance and do some training down in the basement."

"I'm sorry, Roy," she said, squeezing his arm sympathetically, "You know, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, okay? I have a spare room, so you don't need to sleep on the couch."

"The couch is better than some places I've slept." He confessed, but he smiled at her gratefully all the same. Looking at the iPod dock on the counter Felicity cursed as she realized she was running late.

"Shit! I need to get ready, I'm supposed to be at the office in 20 minutes!"

"I'll do the dishes," Roy said, nudging her gently towards the door (once more impressing her with his control).

"Thank you!" She called, already disappearing down the corridor.

She flung herself in the shower, and made quick work of her usual morning routines. Grabbing the first dress she saw in her wardrobe, she found appropriate undergarments and made even quicker work of getting dressed. Deciding that her shoes from the previous day would work fine she cantered back down the hall, collecting her tablet and phone up from the lounge and putting them in her bag before charging into the kitchen to grab her customary coffee-to-go. The sight that met her melted her heart. Roy was at her sink, a tea towel flung over his shoulder, finishing with the last off their breakfast dishes, and a thermal mug sat on the end of the bench closest to the door.

"You're a God send, Mr Harper," she grinned, making a show of reaching up and placing a smacking kiss on his cheek, making sure to leave the bright pink print of her lipstick. Roy shrunk away, pulling a face and complaining. "There's a spare key in the bottom of the umbrella stand by the door, just use that if you leave. Oh, and the security code is 9-1-7-2-3-8."

"See ya later, Flick." Roy said, smiling at her again.

"See ya later, Harper," she smiled back, collecting her coffee and handbag on the way out the door.


When she arrived at work the first thing she saw was Oliver pacing like a caged animal in his glass prison (his words, not hers). Usually when she was greeted by that sight she would put away her things and go in, talk him through his schedule with her usual amounts of babble thrown into the mix until he had calmed down enough to sit in his chair and resume going through paper work. This morning, however, she got her things squared away and made a show of sitting at her desk. Instead of going and talking him through his schedule, she e-mailed it to him, making sure it was all straight to the point. When she glanced up Digg caught her eye from his usual post in Oliver's doorway so he was between their two desks. He raised his eyebrow at her and she smiled to let him know that there wasn't anything wrong (other than what he already knew).

"Felicity!" Oliver barked and Felicity had to grind her teeth before standing and entering his office.

"Yes, Mr Queen," she said, deliberately keeping her voice cordial with a touch of frost.

"Close the door, please."

She did as instructed, smiling and rolling her eyes at Digg.

"Was there something you needed, Mr Queen."

"Don't call me that." He growled, standing from behind his desk and stalking towards her. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Sorry, Mr Queen. If there's anything work related," she emphasised, glaring at him pointedly when he growled, "I shall be at my desk."

With that she turned on her heel and started to retreat back to her desk when his hand clamped down on her elbow.

"Let go of me." She said, her voice dangerously low. As if she had burned him, he released her. When she saw his face in the reflection of the glass she could feel the guilt bubbling in her stomach. He looked as if she had physically struck him, and if she wasn't mistaken, he actually stumbled as he retreated. Flinging the door open, Digg looked at her once more concerned. In the last few weeks that seemed to have become his permanent setting around her. This time she couldn't bring herself to smile at him. Oliver had never grabbed at her like that before. He had been increasingly tactile with her since his return from the island for the second time, but there had been something dangerous about it this time, like he wasn't in control. Which is ironic, considering he was the one who told Roy that he wasn't in control…

She made sure to close the door behind her, but rather than taking her seat, she collected up her tablet and headed towards the elevator.

"Digg, if he needs me for anything that is legitimate work, tell him I'm downstairs in the IT department. They had a problem fixing something in the firewall the accountancy department use. Seeing as I helped create it, I'm going to help fix it." She explained calmly. She didn't hear his reply as she stepped into the elevator.


Felicity managed to avoid Oliver for the rest of the day. She returned upstairs when she knew he would be going into back to back meetings, and left again promptly when their lunch hour began, going to a coffee shop in the opposite direction to where they usually went.

Before she knew it, it was 6 and Digg was telling her he and Oliver were heading straight over to the Foundry.

"I'm going to head home first," she told him, gathering up all her things, "Roy text me just before and said he's still there, so I'll collect him and be over in about an hour."

"You sure he should be coming in tonight?" Digg asked, obviously unsure about how the team was going to function tonight.

"He said earlier that he wants to come. He could have changed his mind, which, you know, I don't blame him if he does. In fact, you might be right. I'll ask him if he wants to stay home. Either way, I'll see you at about 7:30. Do you want me to pick up anything for dinner?"

"Na, we're going to swing by Big Belly on the way. Let me know if Roy does want to come in tonight. I'll get Sara and Oliver out on patrol before you get there so we minimise their contact."

"Thanks Digg," she said, giving his arm a squeeze as she moved past him and left the office.

Oliver's POV

He watched as Felicity stopped to talk to Diggle on her way out. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything today since she'd left his office. He couldn't believe he had grabbed her like that. He had always sworn that Felicity would be the one person that he would never harm. He knew he had failed in not harming her emotionally, but he had never even considered that it was in his capability to hurt her physically. When he'd heard her breath catch before she whispered for him to let go he could swear his heart had stopped.

He didn't know what was going on with them lately. Ever since the Clock King fiasco he had been trying to make sure Felicity didn't feel isolated or left out. And yet, here they were. It was almost like the few hours that she'd ignored him when they got back from Russia. But at least he'd known what he'd done then!

Diggle appearing before him snapped Oliver out of his musings. He didn't miss the grin on Digg's face, but he couldn't grudge him that. After all, it was incredibly difficult to catch Oliver off guard.

"You ready to go, boss?"

"Fine," Oliver huffed, switching off the desktop screen (Felicity had consistently told him off for leaving the monitor running all night when they first took their secret identities on) and gathering all the papers that had been scattering his desk up and throwing them into the briefcase that Thea had gotten him as a 'congratulations on finally growing up and having an adult job' present (to use her words).

"I thought we'd stop by and get some Big Belly on the way?" Digg said as they got in the elevator.

"Yeah, sounds good. Look, Diggle. Do you know what's going on with Felicity?" He couldn't help asking. Everything between them had seemed fine. She'd been talking to him at least.

"Oliver, I'm not getting in the middle of that. You need to talk to her, not anyone else."

"Digg. Have you ever considered going into politics?" Oliver huffed, sick of his friends enigmatic answers.

Wisely, Diggle didn't reply.


Felicity's POV

"Honey, I'm home!" Felicity sung out jokingly. A heavy sigh (that Felicity could hear from her position in the entryway) came from the kitchen. Entering the room Felicity saw that Roy had taken advantage of her offer to stay, and had actually made dinner.

"A girl could get used to you spoiling her, Harper. Coffee this morning, dinner tonight…" She joked.

"I needed something to do," he sighed, taking a moment away from stirring the pasta to turn to her and give her his full attention, "And to say thank you. I know I said I'd go home today but…." He trailed off.

"But you didn't want to face reality." She finished for him sympathetically. His hunched shoulders and the way he turned away from her told her that he was embarrassed. "Roy. I meant what I said this morning. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like. You're an excellent house guest, and it's kind of nice to have someone to hang out with."

"Felicity, you see me almost every night anyway." He pointed out, dishing up two plates of pasta while she poured herself a glass of wine and got him a glass of water.

"Let's be honest, I don't know you or see you nearly as well as I see the others. And you're a great guy, Roy. And an amazing cook!" She added, inhaling the aroma coming off her plate. His ears were tinged a red that nearly matched his ever present hoodie. They ate in silence, and when Roy made to get up to do the dishes, Felicity pushed him gently back into his seat.

"No, you cooked, I'll do the dishes." She filled the sink and finished the last mouthful of wine before speaking again. "So, what did you get up to today then?"

"Not much. Watched a bit of TV. Went down to the shelter in the Glades to do my community service." He stopped at the disapproving look she threw him and explained, "Its left over from before- before Thea made me straighten up." He swallowed audibly and clenched his fist on the table. Felicity took that as her cue to move on.

"Do you want to come to the Foundry tonight? I know things aren't exactly going to be comfortable anytime soon, but you are still part of this team, okay?"

"Thanks, Flick," he grinned gratefully, "But I might just turn in early tonight."

"Do you want me to swing by yours on my way home? Pick up some stuff for you?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. I went by earlier. But, if- if Thea's there tonight, can you- can you just make sure she's okay?"

"Of course I will, Roy. And if she's not, I'll get her extremely drunk and watch Dirty Dancing with her." She joked, finishing putting the dishes away.

"I'm gonna watch the game then go to bed." He said, officially closing the subject by standing and leaving the room.

Felicity took advantage of the fact that she'd come home before heading to her second job for once by heading down to her room and getting changed out of her office attire and into something more comfortable. And warmer. The Foundry wasn't exactly the best location for retaining heat. She pulled on a pair of jeans, tank top and a comfortable sweatshirt. Returning to the hall where she had left her bag she slid her feet into her panda ballet flats that had been seriously neglected since she'd taken on the identity as Oliver's EA.

"Roy, I'm heading out. Let me know if you want me to grab anything before I come home." She called, already opening the door.

"Text me when you're coming home." He called from where he was stationed in front of her TV in the lounge.

She arrived at Verdant, and pulled her car in around back. As it was midweek it was quiet at the club, something which she was thankful for because it meant that Oliver and Sara would both be out patrolling.

Sure enough, when she'd made her way downstairs, Diggle was the only one there to greet her. He touched the comms unit in his ear before speaking.

"How's the kid doing?"

"'The kid' has a name," she said, looking at him disapprovingly, "But he's okay. He's actually handling it a lot better than I was expecting. Which isn't necessarily a good thing because he could just be repressing everything, which means that he's going to just explode at some point. And Roy hopped up on Mirakuru exploding is bad. Very bad. Catastrophic, actually."

Digg held up a hand to stop her before touching the earpiece again to unmute the comms and began throwing directions to Digg and Sara out in the field. Felicity moved to her usual station and went about checking up on the searches she'd left running the previous night before switching over to look through the footage from the club, checking to see if Thea was there. She was, and she looked just as heartbroken as she had the night before. Setting up some new searches, she checked over her shoulder to see Digg still wrapped up in logistics so she decided to take advantage of the fact that she wasn't needed at the moment. She stood, and made her way up to the club.

As she'd expected, the club was fairly empty. Enough so that she stood out like a sore thumb in her jeans and sweatshirt. She skirted around the edge of the bar to get to the stairs, which she mounted quickly, and ducked into the office.

"What is it?" Thea's tired voice called from where her desk was hidden behind various shelves of booze.

"Thea? Its Felicity. I'm a fri- I'm Oliver's Executive Assistant," she corrected herself, rolling her eyes slightly at the job title.

"You're Oliver's friend. The one who came to the hospital to see Walter last year, right?" Thea said, apparently ignoring Felicity's correction, "What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to see if- see if you're okay? Which is totally random, because you don't know me, and how on earth do I know that something's wrong, and more to the point that I know exactly what that something is. In hindsight I realise that this is probably really creepy. You know what, never mind." Felicity rambled, realising as she spoke that she actually shouldn't know that Thea and Roy split up and that she might have just made a huge mistake.

"No, its okay. I figure Ollie probably told you, right?" Thea asked, her head dropping to her hands.

"Um, not exactly?" Felicity said. Her struggle to want to tell the girl as much of the truth as she could, but not being able to betray the teams trust had her saying it like a question.

"Then how'd you know?" The younger woman asked curiously.

"Well, I kind of ran into Roy, last night when I was stopping for a drink before heading home, and he was really cut up about something so I started talking to him and he just said that he thought he made the biggest mistake of his life and, um, yeah.. We kind of got talking and then he was too drunk to go home alone and it probably wouldn't be the best place for him considering you've been practically living together so he actually stayed at mine…" She trailed off, realising she'd probably just revealed too much, but there was no going back on it now.

"How pathetic does it make me that I'm just really glad that he has someone looking out for him too?" Thea asked, and Felicity's heart clenched as she heard her breath hitch. She approached the younger woman and awkwardly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It doesn't make you pathetic, Thea. It makes you one of the best people I know." She said, glad that for once she got to be 100% honest, "I promise, I'm not condoning what he did. But he has no one, and he was really cut up about it. He really does regret it."

"You know the worst part?" Thea managed through her tears, "I know that he was only doing it to push me away. He did the one thing that he knew I wouldn't be able to bounce back from. I hate him for having that power over me. And I hate myself for letting him." She managed before a sob erupted and she was curling into Felicity like a young child. Felicity, much like she had with Roy the previous night, wrapped her arms around the girl and made soothing noises.

The pair stayed like that for a couple of minutes until Thea had calmed down. The younger girl pulled away and wiped at her face, cleaning away the tears and the smudged mascara.

"God, I'm so sorry. I barely know you and I just sobbed all over you like a total girl." Thea tried to laugh it off, but the slightly hysterical hiccup detracted from the overall effect.

"It's okay," Felicity reassured her with a bright smile, "You wouldn't believe the number of times I've had to clean up your brothers tears." She joked. It worked. This time when Thea laughed it was a lot more natural.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure it happens all the time with Ollie." She giggled.

"That's better," Felicity smiled, holding out the box of tissues that had been on the desk behind her, "I really did just want to come and check in with you. And- And I promised Roy I would make sure you were okay, too." She added the last part quietly. Thea stiffened, but a weak smile remained on her lips.

"Of course he would." She sighed heavily, shaking her head.

Felicity's phone ringing loudly in her pocket startled them from their female bonding moment. Checking the caller ID she saw that it was Digg.

"Sorry, I have to take this," she said, smiling apologetically, "What's up?" She said into the phone, turning away from Thea.

"Felicity, I need you back downstairs. Sara and Oliver just got back. Their both hurt and something went down between them out there and their about to rip each other to pieces." He said shortly, and from the tinny quality of his voice and the fact that she could hear various other noises from Oliver and Sara, she knew she was on speaker.

"Okay, okay. I'll be there in a minute." She said, hanging up abruptly. Turning back to Thea her chest clenched at the worry on the other girls face.

"Was that Roy? Is he okay?"

"No, no it wasn't," Felicity reassured her, shoving her phone back in her pocket, "It was my mum. I'm sorry, I have to go."

"No, it's okay. I understand. But- But thank you."

Felicity smiled again, and took a moment to scribble her number onto a piece of paper on the desk.

"This is my personal cell. If you want to talk, or even if you want a go between between you and Roy for whatever reason, just let me know." Felicity gave her one more smile before leaving the office.

The scene that greeted Felicity down in the Foundry was not pleasant. Sara was on the med table with two obvious wounds on her right thigh and her right arm cradled against her chest, and Oliver was limping heavily as he paced back and forth. Both were still in their costumes and they were snapping angrily at one another. Diggle seemed to be trying to both stitch Sara up (who kept pushing him away as he got between her and an increasingly angry Oliver) and force Oliver to sit down to stop him from injuring himself more. As the three's yelling reached a crescendo Felicity sucked in a great breathe.

"Enough!" She yelled, using her extremely loud voice. It worked though. Silence descended upon them as they all turned to look at her in surprise. Feeling slightly flustered, but taking advantage of their attention she made her way towards them. "Sara, sit still and let Digg stitch you up. Digg, don't be mean just because you're grumpy. And Oliver," she said, turning to face him for the first time since their miniature confrontation this morning, "Sit down or I'll get Digg to knock you out."

Surprisingly they all did as she said. Sure, Digg looked at her with mild amusement before turning to Sara. When he went to stick her with local anesthetic she rolled her eyes and made him put it back down. Oliver held out the longest, glaring at her with an impressive Arrow stare before limping over to her chair and sinking down.

"Thank you," she said, much quieter this time. She cautiously approached Oliver and crouched to assess the ankle he's been limping on for injury, "What happened?"

"Oh, you're talking to me now?" He snapped and she recoiled from the venom in his tone.

"I never stopped talking to you. Now get your head out of your ass or I'm going to get Sara over here when Digg's done with her and I think that you'll find she was ready to rip your head off." She said back with equal fervor. That seemed to shut Oliver up because he sat back and crossed his arms like a petulant child. "Now. What happened?"

"Bike accident. I sprained my ankle. Sara's got a few scrapes. The slices are from a knife fight."

"Sprained ankle. I can do that." Felicity said, not really listening to what Oliver had said past that. She wasn't concerned about Sara; Digg was seeing to her. As gently as she could, she started to unlace the leather boots. Oliver didn't make a sound, even though she could feel him tense underneath her fingers as she supported his calf with one hand while gently tugging the totally unlaced boot off. She stood and pulled his stool that he used when sharpening his arrows over and folded a towel up onto it to provide some cushioning. She retrieved a few of the ice packs from the medical cart before returning to Oliver. He gave her a half-assed smile as he propped his foot up on the stool, but the smile grew a bit more genuine as she positioned the ice packs around his already swollen ankle.

"You want some Aspirin?" She asked jokingly as she knelt down to remove his other boot.

"I'm good," he smirked. She stood and got his grey zip up sweatshirt from where it was discarded over the salmon ladder bar, tossing it to him as she went to assist Digg with Sara.

Thankfully, he was done with stitching her up. Felicity handed the other woman her t-shirt, letting her start the process of changing into her street clothes.

"Someone wanna tell me what the screaming match was that I walked in on?" She asked, looking pointedly at the lethal blonde. Sara huffed and took a moment to duck into her shirt before trying to reach behind her to undo the laces on her Kevlar corset. When she saw the slight wince at the contortion, Felicity took pity and moved behind her to undo the tricky ties for her. Sara smiled gratefully when it dropped and pulled it out from under her top and dumped it on the table next to her.

"Someone was wearing his kiddie gloves, again, and he nearly cost 3 cops their lives," Sara spat, glaring at her boyfriend with a look that wouldn't surprise Felicity if it caused him to drop dead.

"Sara!" Oliver said, obviously exasperated, "I will not go about killing any and all criminals who threaten the police. I won't go back to that."

"But you're more than happy to let them kill the only people who are legitimately trying to help this city."

"That's not fair," Felicity chipped in. She knew what must have happened. They must have been watching over one of Detective Lances operations again and something had gone down. "And Sara, I know you want to protect your father, but seriously, people are going to get suspicious if the Arrow and the Black Canary keep getting involved in your fathers operations."

"And with all due respect, Felicity, you have no idea what its like to have a father to protect."

It was like Sara's words had been delivered by a blow from the woman's bow staff. The air caught in her lungs and she couldn't seem to expel it. Digg froze where he was reordering things in the medical cart and Oliver snapped something back, which Felicity didn't hear due to the ringing in her ears.

"Felicity." Sara said entreatingly, reaching out a hand to try to touch her shoulder. Felicity stumbled back, still feeling the physical reaction to her words. She couldn't have known that. There was no way that Sara could have known about her father. She hadn't even told Diggle. That left-


A/N 2; So, don't shoot me...

As much as I hate to admit it, I can totally see Oliver telling Sara about Felicity's father and just not thinking it was a big deal. After all, she didn't exactly tell him anything über secret... But I think that she wouldn't see it that way.

If you hadn't already guessed, I've made you hang out for another chapter without giving you the big argument... but I don't think its exactly a secret that its going to happen in the next chapter...

And I promise that this time when I say there's going to be a wait for the next chapter, there will be.

Cheers! x