So, you all know the story about my inconvenient run in with some user. That user contacted me again telling me that because I would even think to stop writing because of a review, that i was not a serious writer and I'm alittle offended. But don't worry, I'm not going to stop writing anytime soon. And thank you all so much for reviewing, following, and favorite-ing my stories and me! I love you all so much.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ARROW OR THE PORSCHE IN THE STORY OR THE DRINKS OR THE FOOD OR VEGAS OR THE RESTAURANT THAT I MADE UP IN CASE THAT IS ACTUALLY A REAL RESTAURANT. (Just putting it out there) ;)

Mamma Smoak's Threats

"Well, look who it is?" Donna said as she saw her daughter and none other than Oliver Queen drive up in a Porsche. "What took you guys so long? You said you'd be here 2 hours ago!" Donna exclaimed focusing on whether to hug or slap them for getting her so worried.

"Well, Mister Smily over here plugged in the address to your old apartment." Felicity said, as she hugged her mom while pointing to Oliver who was getting out 2 small suitcases while wearing an ear-to-ear smile.

"What were you doing at the time?" Donna asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Sleeping." Felicity said sheepishly. Donna and Oliver both laughed.

"That's all you guys packed for your WHOLE trip? And you've been on the road for what, 1 week now?" Donna asked pointing to the small suitcases.

"We have more in the trunk mom, geese." Felicity said as she helped Oliver with her bag and the trio started to go inside the house.

After a while, Donna had moved out of Vegas to a smaller city near-by. Less traffic and noise, plus she was still able to keep her job, since it was only an hour drive. So she now lived in a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with a large dinning and living area. Donna loved it.

As Felicity was in the living room, messing with Classy, Donna's grey kitten, Oliver was helping Donna set the table.

"Are you in it for real this time?" Donna asked. "Because, my Felicity, she's a good girl that's been through a lot."

"I've been through a lot too." Oliver chuckled as he got out the silverware.

"Yeah, yeah, 5 years on an island, that's nothing compared to what Felicity's been through." Donna waved off as she put the mashed potatoes on the table.

Oliver chuckled louder, but not so loud that Felicity could hear them. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't 'in it'." Oliver said placing the silverware next to each plate.

"Oh, they allllll say that." Donna rolled her eyes as she placed down the small oven roasted chicken.

Oliver's smile slowly dropped, "Look, I know you're looking out for Felicity. I was too. I though it'd be safer for her to stay away from me, I thought she'd be happier. It's...dangerous being with me."

"Yes, because you're a big deal. Wouldn't want Felicity to get kidnapped." Donna said sarcastically. "We both know you're distancing thing was a big mistake that only hurt both of you. But, you're a good man Oliver. I know that. You're different from what those stupid, manipulating pressarizzi-"

"Paparazzi and The Press, two different words." Oliver corrected.

"Correcting me all ready, just like Liz." Donna laughed. "Anyways, my statement still stands. You're actually the only boyfriend of Felicity's I like."

"You didn't like...Cooper?" Oliver said slowly and quietly.

"Heck no! That kid was ugly. U-G-L-Y. Looked like he came from a dumpster. You are a LOT better than Cooper in personality and looks." Donna said giving Oliver a pat on the back. Oliver just smiled, he would definitely be asking Felicity or Donna to see pictures.