Oliver stood outside Felicity's hospital room, Connor and Emma sat on the chairs outside, Emma still looked a little distraught and worried but Oliver had made sure he assured the little girl that her mom was going to be fine. Oliver stood waiting for the doctor; he had surprised himself at how easy he found it to comfort the little girl and how easy she embraced him when his own son had taken a long time to embrace him. Hell Connor still hadn't embraced him the way a normal father and son should, but with Emma she clung to him so easily. If only the little girl knew how damaged he was, how tainted, if she knew of the horrible things he had done, if she knew what kind of monster he was would she embrace him just as easily?

"Mr Queen" the doctor interrupted Oliver's thought, "Ms Smoak is now awake, slight concussion, she will be fine but we do want to keep her overnight and monitor her".

"Is mommy ok Oliver?" Emma asks now standing next to Oliver.

Crouching down to her level Oliver stared at the blue eyed little girl, she really was the spitting image of Felicity. "Yes, yes she is ok, we can go and see her now" he smiled, taking her hand and Connor's and leading them inside.

"Mommy" Emma yelled letting go of Oliver's hand she runs and climbs the bed throwing her arms across Felicity.

"Hi Baby" Felicity groggily says stroking her daughters hair. "Hi" Felicity says looking towards Oliver and Connor.

"How you feeling?" Oliver asks, he did notice that she was rather good looking but something about her look refreshed, no makeup on showed him just how beautiful this woman really is.

"Good minor headache, how are you guys?" she asks back pulling Emma a little closer and planting kisses on the top of her head.

"We are all fine, the kids are fine thanks to you, you were really brav …"

"Anyone would have been if their kids were there" she smiles realising her mistake "I mean my kid and your kid, kids as in …"

"I know, I'm glad the cut didn't change that" Oliver laughs.

"Are you ok Felicity" Connor asks walking closer and taking a hold of her hand.

"Yes munchkin I'm fine don't you worry about me" Putting Emma into a sitting position and shifting over a bit for Connor to take a seat she stares at the two "we're you guys scared? Because you were both really brave from what I remember"

"Nope I wasn't scared" Connor says.

"Yes you were, you were a little scared" Emma pokes him.

"Just a little because you were scared" he answer back.

"No I was brave"

"No you weren't"

"Alright you two" Oliver chips in, knowing full well were this was headed, Thea and him had done it before the no you weren't, yes you were game, back and forth sometimes feeling like it lasted for hours.

Felicity giggles and wraps her arms around both of them and pulls them in for a quick hug, she won't admit to them but she was terrified, terrified that she wouldn't be able to protect them, that her daughter would get hurt and that her boss's son would get hurt too.

"Did the doctor talk to you?" Oliver asks.

"Yes, have to stay overnight" she scrunches her nose together when looking at the side hoping Oliver didn't realise.

"Yeah" Oliver simply says wondering why she looked a little annoyed.

"It's getting pretty late" Felicity says shifting little more to allow space for Emma to fit in the bed beside her.

"Yeah it is, is Emma … can she stay here, is she staying here?" he asks searching her eyes.

"Erm I know not really ideal, hospitals sick people, bugs but there isn't anyone she can stay with so…" Felicity holds her hands out pointing out the room they were in.

Just before Oliver could say anything Moira and Thea Queen walked through the door, not having listen to the nurses telling them they weren't allowed in Felicity's room they barged in after hearing the news of the shooting and that Oliver Queen was present.

"Ollie" Thea says rushing towards him throwing her arms around him as Moira embraced Connor in a tight hug.

"Oliver" Moira says hugging her son. "Why didn't you call us, we heard the news did you not think that maybe I wanted to know if my son and grandson were ok and not walking around with any bullet wounds" she says a little louder.

"Sorry mom, you're right I should have called" he pauses gripping his mother's hand he turned her to face Felicity. "Mom this is my friend Felicity, she also works at QC was at the restaurant with me during the shooting".

"Oh … are you alright dear?" Moira asks looking at the plaster on her forehead and her blonde daughter next to her.

"I'm good thanks Mrs Queen" Felicity smiles.

"If it wasn't for her covering herself over Connor and Emma, her daughter then I don't know what would have happened" Oliver says proudly, he had just met this woman but something inside of him felt the need to defend her. He didn't know where it was coming from and he didn't know why but he felt a tightness in his chest, he felt pride, pride that she had been so strong in that moment protecting his son and Emma.

"Oh" Moira says in disbelief looking at the timid blonde that lay in the bed. "Thank you Felicity it takes a strong and brave woman to do what you did, keep a level head and not panic, I don't think I could have" she smiled taking Felicity's hand in hers and giving it a tight squeeze and touching Emma's cheek.

"I'm sure you would have done the same thing" Felicity smiles, she had Moira Queen before and she was always a strong business woman who was constantly on the go and always forgot who she was.

"So Emma is staying tonight with you?" Oliver asks going back to what he was initially saying before his family came barging in.

"Yeah, like I said there's no-one that can look after her so she …"

"She can stay with us dear, I will have a room made up for her, it is the least we can do" Moira interrupts.

"Oh no, no, no" Felicity shakes her head.

"Really" Connor says excitedly.

"Can I Mama, sleepover at Connor's" Emma says smiling at Connor, everyone notices the conversations the two are able to have with their eyes about what they want to do during the sleepover.

"I don't think so baby" Felicity says in a panicked voice.

"Felicity, my mom is right, please let her stay with us and I will bring her round tomorrow when you get discharged" Oliver adds seeing the worry engraved in Felicity's eyes.

"She has never been to a sleepover before and she doesn't have pj's and …"

"Please mom, please" Emma begs now standing on her feet on the bed hovering over Felicity.

"Please" Connor joins her walking closer to Felicity.

"Don't worry I will have one of the staff pick her up some supplies" Moira says.

"Hey" Oliver places a hand on her shoulder giving it a small squeeze. "I know we don't really know each other" he pauses noticing the rise of her eyebrow "ok we don't know each other at all but she will be safe with us, much more comfortable as will you and she doesn't have to sleep in a hospital with sick people" Oliver grins.

Feeling a little outnumbered at Emma's pleading eyes she finally gives in. "Ok" she whispers.

"Yay" Emma and Connor say in unison. Emma leans down and kisses Felicity on the lips as she climbs down and runs to take hold of Oliver's hand.

After everyone says their goodbyes Oliver walks back into Felicity's room after leaving his family to go to the car.

"Hey" he says entering her room.

"Hey is everything ok? Is Emma ok?" she lifts herself up slightly.

"Everything is fine I just wanted to … see if you were really ok with Emma coming back with me?"

"Yeah fine, just never been apart and …" she takes a deep breath. "I was thinking of maybe getting discharged she … she wants to have a sleepover because Connor is really her first ever friend and it sounds exciting but she has never been away from me since the moment I popped her out" she releases her breath.

"Felicity …"

"She likes to cuddle, we share a bed and she can get really cranky if there isn't something to cling onto, sometimes she gets nightmares and your place is huge and it could all be too overwhelming and …"

"Felicity breathe, listen I will be there if any of that happens and maybe it would be good for her to be a little independent I mean I know she's only five" Oliver jokes. "If anything happens, I will bring her back her to you" he promises.

"OK, just … take care of my baby please" she holds back tears.

"Of course, hey I wanted to ask you something … before you kind of looked annoyed or …" he pauses searching her eyes wanting to understand what was going on with her.

"Oh its nothing its silly, I … wish I was conscious so I could tell you to take me to Glades memorial instead of Starling memorial" she curls her lips up.

"Oh" Oliver looks at her still not fully understanding.

"Cheaper" she mutters rolling her eyes. "Anyways this is my card, my number's on there any problems call me please and if anything please bring her back here" Felicity says handing him the card her hand brushes his. Oliver notices how cold her hands are as they send shivers down his spine. Why did he feel such a strong magnetic pull towards her. He had never felt like this before and it started to scare him a little.

"I will" as he turns to exit "Felicity just so you know before you even mentioned it when we got here I sorted the bill" and with that he makes a firm exit not allowing her to protest. He knew that she would protest tomorrow but for tonight he was just going to leave it at that.

Once they had arrived at the Queen Manor, Emma looked up at the ancient mansion in awe, she had never seen anything so big.

"Your house is so big" she exclaims.

Once inside Moira gets Raisa to help bathe and change Emma into something different. Moira had asked Raisa their nanny and maid to buy some utilities for Emma but had also asked her to pick up a few new outfits for the little girl too.

Once she was cleaned Raisa put Emma into a flowery white dress and had let her hair down. It was still early and they hadn't had any dinner, making their way down the big stairs one at time Emma was in awe of the place, she wished her mother was there too, to see how amazing Connor's house was.

"Hi Emma, you look beautiful" Moira says guiding the little girl to the dining table.

"Thank you" Emma says, "The dress is really pretty" she giggles.

"Mom" Oliver whispers, "Please tell me you didn't get her a whole new wardrobe Felicity will not like it …"

"Oliver, son I have missed shopping for little girls, I'm sure Felicity will not mind" she shrugged it off taking a seat at the dining table. Thea had left straight after knowing Connor and Oliver were safe meeting up with her boyfriend Roy.

"So Emma do you go to school?" Moira asks

"Yes Mrs Queen I go Ravenscroft" she smiles hoping Connor would come down soon.

"Ravenscroft? Oliver isn't that the school you had an appointment with?" Moira asks.

"Yes" he replies.

"That's very lovely sweetheart, so why couldn't your daddy look after you because mommy is in hospital?" Moira says.

"Mom" Oliver hisses his jaw clenches hating how his mother always the biggest snooper he had ever known it did not surprise him that she was snooping on a five year old child too.

"I don't have a daddy just a mommy" she answers touching her dress, since putting it on she couldn't help but keep touching it, she had never owned anything so pretty, her mom would always put her in jeans and sneakers.

"Oh, what happened to your daddy?" Moira continues getting death glares from Oliver.

"Mommy says he wasn't a nice person, so we are better at just being the mommy and Emma show, I like the mommy and Emma show" she says contently earning an honest smile from Oliver.

Although Oliver smiled at how evident it was that this little girl loved her mom, he wondered who her dad was and what had he done to be such a bad person. He wondered if he abused Felicity, if he as a deadbeat, after thinking about his baby the whole time he was away on the Island and then coming home to Connor, he couldn't imagine not fighting to get home for him and not coming home to him. He wondered why her dad hadn't fought for her, who wouldn't fight for this beautiful little girl who was smart and funny.

After dinner Connor and Emma are playing upstairs, Connor is showing Emma all of his cool toys and his different books.

Once bed time comes round Oliver reads them both a story and then leads Connor back to his room.

"Ok princess" Oliver says pulling the covers to tuck Emma in, he had gotten Raisa to make the bedroom near his ready. "You ok?"

"Yes, but this room is very big" she says looking a little frightened.

Oliver couldn't help but agree more, she was tiny, and especially lying in the centre of a king sized bed. "Hey if you need anything I am right next door and Connor is only a few doors down remember, you have nothing to be scared of sweetie" he brushes loose strands of hair away from her face.

"Ok goodnight Oliver" she reaches her arms out waiting for him to embrace her.

"Goodnight angel" he leans forward gently hugging her.

Since his return from the Island Oliver barely ate or slept and if he did sleep he was a light sleeper or he was plagued by nightmares. So when the door to his room opened slightly he immediately opened his eyes taking in his surroundings preparing to fight whatever intruder there was. He looked towards the door and noticed the intruder was a small little girl.

"Oliver" she whispers.

As Oliver gets up and put his shirt on he walks towards her. Crouching to her level he notices the silent tears that fall down her cheeks. "What's wrong angel" he wipes away her tears.

"I'm scared, and the room is so big, I miss mommy" she admits clutching onto her pyjamas.

Oliver remembers Felicity saying they shared a bed and that she was never separated from her. Lifting the girl from the ground he walks towards his bed and places her down. Tucking her in, he then lays on top of the covers facing her.

"Want to stay in here tonight?" he asks.

She simply nods and reaches her hand out of the covers and touches Oliver's face, he had seen her do it before to Felicity and Felicity had done it back, he thought he even saw Emma lightly touch Connor's face. The touch seemed to be their thing, fingers brushing down each other's faces as a way of connecting.

With that Emma quickly falls into a deep sleep and so does Oliver. Realising that his own son had never come into his room or slept next to him he wondered if he was missing out on something, a deeper connection. But for right now Oliver Queen who was haunted by nightmares of his time away slept sounding, never tossing or turning, never having a nightmare, he was content.