AN: Yay! Another deadline met. This takes place exclusively during Arrow 2x6. I own nothing. And about half of the dialogue is direct from the episode, but I did make some minor changes.

Italics are flash back or Felicity using super hearing.


"I really don't see why this is necessary," Felicity complained. "I don't like heights, and heights don't like me. I'm 5'4" and 100lbs, and that bar you want me to move is more than half my weight. I couldn't even move it standing upright, and you want me to move it while I'm falling through the air!"

"Would you like me to demonstrate?" Deucalion asked.

"No, I understand what you want me to do," Felicity replied. "I've seen Oliver and Sara both go up and down one hundred times, I am simply telling you that it is physically impossible for me to do."

"Would it help if it were lower to the ground?" Deucalion asked.

"Honestly, YES!"

"Fine," Deucalion nodded. He jumped up the ten feet in the air to reach the bar and with every loud clank he slowly worked his way down to Felicity's level. He stopped just over a foot and a half above her head. "This, right here is your low setting. Seven feet, if you were to go any lower you would most likely break a bone, and while it wouldn't hurt for long, it would at least make you limp for half an hour. Now, what I want you to practice is being able to lift yourself up and then swinging down."

"But you just said I would break a bone if I went any lower."

"That's what this is for," he said, lifting two large pieces of metal the size of his hands. "This is a lock for the salmon ladder. It's going to keep the bar stationary while you practice. No going up and no going down. Think of it like gymnastics, in order to work your way up onto the high bar, you have to know how to move on the low bar. So, go on, pull yourself up." He carefully reached up and put the two locks in place, and motioned for her to step forward.

She grabbed the bar and slowly began to pull herself upwards until her chin was above the bar. "So now what?" She ground out.

"You hold until your arms fall off," he answered nonchalantly. "Or you can tuck your legs in and you practice swinging back and forth until you have enough momentum to swing around and hold yourself up at the waist. Either exercise builds up arm strength and upper body strength."

"Can't I just try and use my werewolf strength to do that?"

"Ms. Smoak, if you constantly used your abilities for everything what would that accomplish?" Deucalion asked.

"Absolutely nothing," she grumbled because she had already been told the answer to this question repeatedly.

"Precisely," he agreed. "In order to accomplish something you have to work for it, and if you don't put in the work, you don't advance. There will be times when you can't rely on your abilities to save you, like during a lunar eclipse, which is a continually recurring event. Yes, being what we are makes us stronger and faster, but it will never make us better unless we actually push ourselves to be better. This is how you push yourself. It doesn't matter where you start, as long as you keep practicing."

"So, what? Like twenty minutes three times a week?" She guessed.

"More like an hour every day."

"Are you insane?!" Felicity asked, letting go of the bar and surprisingly landing on her feet. "I have a very demanding job, I work almost eighty hours a week and I'm extremely fortunate if I get four hours of sleep a night. I don't have time to practice for an hour every day! Oliver practically sleeps here, I'm lucky if I'm alone down here for twenty minutes. What's going to happen if while I'm practicing John decides to restock the medical supplies, or Oliver decides to beat the crap out of a practice dummy? I'm not even supposed to tell people about this equipment much less actually train on it."

"You continue to practice. It doesn't have to be a solid hour, five minutes during lunch, or ten minutes after everyone leaves, start in small increments multiple times a day and as you continue you'll build up your endurance."

"Is this how you trained your pack?" Felicity asked.

"No," he admitted.

"So then why am I training like this?"

"Because it's how you would've been trained if your father was still alive. It's how your mother wanted you to be trained, and the one thing I will not do is disrespect the wishes of the dead."

Felicity grumbled something about demanding unreasonable requests to people new to their positions.

"Have you confided in Mr. Queen yet?" Deucalion asked, sensing he needed to change the topic. "It's been almost three weeks since your first turn; eventually you will reach the point where your relationship will crumble if he doesn't find out what you are from you."

"I can't just tell Oliver that I'm an alpha werewolf," the blonde reasoned, as she jumped up grabbing the bar. "I may have, by some miracle, made it through my first full moon without killing anyone, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready to face the rest of the world as anyone other than Felicity Smoak, computer tech." She was hanging now, knowing that if she didn't at least try and appease her uncle he would spend more time with her until she did as he instructed.

"But you aren't," her mentor argued. "You have always been Felicity Hale, firstborn daughter of Talia Hale and Martin Smoak, rightful member of the Hale Pack and daughter of a renowned Emissary, and heir to both the Alpha line and the Hale line."

"But I haven't," Felicity disputed. "I was born a human to a second. Something you yourself told me that my mother's colleagues frowned upon, that they would've let Isaiah bite me without consent. Suddenly being a wolf doesn't change anything."

"It proves that your father was murdered, and that your grandfather had no right to dispute your parent's bond. It proves that you are your mother's daughter."

"So what, my siblings are illegitimate? Laura didn't properly earn her place as alpha? All you've really told me is that my entire life was a lie, a lie I was perfectly happy believing. In the past month, you've told me my uncle is an undead serial killer, my siblings had lied to me my entire life, my mother was murdered because of a psycho path hell bent on killing every single member of my family, and my grandfather hated me so much that he sabotaged my parent's marriage and most likely killed my father in cold blood. I hate to break it to you, but I was happy thinking I was human. I was happy believing the lies."

"If you were happy believing the lies then you would've tried harder to keep in contact with Derek after your mother's death," Deucalion stated. "You would've accepted your 18th birthday present for what it was and not had your younger sister lock it away in a vault you didn't have access to at the time."

"You just want me to tell Oliver so I can test your stupid theory about him being my Lieutenant," the blonde grumbled.

"It's not a theory if it's true Ms. Smoak."

"Uncle Duke, there is only so many times that I can repeat the same sentence at a normal volume without resorting to more extreme measures, so please do pay attention this time," Felicity began. "I am NOT forming a pack."

"So if I told you that Alpha McCall had inquired about formally recruiting Isaac-"

Felicity quickly cut her uncle off with an uncontrolled and automatic growl of "my cub."

"You should also continue to work on your ability to lie," Deucalion advised with a knowing but kind smile on his face, much like a parent trying to teach a lesson to their child.

"I'll work on it," the younger alpha agreed with a tired sigh before dropping back down to the ground again.


"Isaac, it's Felicity, please call me back when you get this; you haven't called me in over a week and I'm a little worried. Derek assures me you're alive, but for all I know you could be in another coma," Felicity said into the phone as she rode the elevator up to Oliver's office. "I love you. Please be careful." She hung up the phone and began sliding it back into her pocket, when it chimed signaling she had another alert. After a few quick swipes she pulled up the security feeds from the club and noticed Roy had placed another arrow in the wall signaling he wanted another meet. "Well, at least one person is prompt at returning messages." She put her phone away and quickly thought back to the last two weeks and how they had drastically changed a huge portion of her life.

"Promise me you will be careful," Felicity told her siblings with a small scowl. They were all gathered outside of the hotel and Sara was waiting for the other blonde by her car, the boys and Deucalion had opted on leaving a few minutes earlier. "I mean it. I might not be able to stop you from doing stupid things, but I will guilt you all into precautionary measures to ensure your own survival."

"We'll be fine Lis," Derek assured her with a teasing groan.

"And Scott," Felicity said turning to the other Alpha. "If they step out of line at all, feel free to call me and I will ground them faster than you can even ask."

"I'm 22 years old," Derek objected with a scoff.

"And I am still older than you," Felicity reminded him. "Rank has nothing to do with it. I'm older, and I know all of the family account information."

Scott just smiled happily and chuckled at the older beta's discomfort. He handed her a small tin of cookies. "My mom made those for you guys for your trip back, and to apologize for my Dad's behavior."

Felicity just rolled her eyes good naturedly. "No one holds your Mom responsible, if anything she went out of her way to help, speaking of," Felicity began searching her bag and pulled out three envelopes and handed them to him. "These are for you and your pack. One is for your Mom, for helping our so much, make sure she actually uses it, not lets it sit around. The second one is for access to the servers, that way you guys have access to all of the research you need, plus if you need assistance you can send out a SOS, and backup will be here in a matter of hours. And the third is an emergency stipend along with my contact info. Use it for whatever you think you guys need: Equipment, food, bail, anything at all."

Scott hesitantly opened one of the envelopes with his name on it and his eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his skull. "I, I can't take this," he stammered trying to give her the envelope back.

"You can and you will," Felicity told him. "Most of it is yours by right from the last true Alpha, willed to his successor i.e. you, and I added some of mine because it's the only way I can think how to help. I'm not much older than you in terms of experience, and I don't have a pack backing me up. Giving you and your pack this helps me feel like I'm contributing. You gave me back my family, Scott. Let me repay you for that kindness."

"Thank you," Scott told her, shaking her hand.

Felicity just nodded and smiled, before turning back to her younger siblings. She turned specifically to Cora, "You sure you want to stay in Buenos Aires?" She asked. "I can't convince you to move closer?"

"I like it there," Cora told her. "Besides, it's not like I'm not going to visit and call, and if you think I'm not coming back for Christmas and eating all of Aunt Clara's famous pecan pie, you're delusional."

"I'll split it with you," Felicity compromised with a teary smile. Cora pulled her into a tight hug and squeezed as hard as she could. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Cora assured her. "If you need any tips or pointers, I'm here, especially if you full shift. These two goofs haven't figured it out yet."

"And what makes you think I will?" Felicity asked.

"Let's chalk it up to a good feeling, but I have faith you'll figure it out before Derek does," Cora whispered in her sister's ear. "Love you."

"Love you too," Felicity told her before another tight squeeze and letting go. She shifted her attention towards Derek who was pretending to be ignoring her. "Alright, come here before I change my mind."

"Who me?" Derek inquired with a smirk.

"Yes you," She scoffed, and pulling him into a hug. "Promise me you'll look out for them, ok?"

"I'm not the alpha Lis," he told her.

"You're the oldest, that makes you a different kind of alpha," She assured him. "What you lack in power you make up for in experience."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Quoting Mom now?"

"You know it," she smiled. "And promise you won't put me on radio silence again; I mean it Der. I'm not helpless."

"I know," he replied. "I promise to pick up the phone on a regular and more frequent basis."

"And not get almost killed," she added.

"And limit my near death experiences, or if they do persist not mention them," he joked.

"Ass," She said pulling away and punching him in the shoulder.

"Hey, you're stronger than me, that hurts now," he laughed.

"Of course it does you're a wimp," she replied haughtily before stepping away. "I love you, moron."

"I love you too, tech junkie," he told her sincerely. "Although if you could stop sending me copies of my weekly electronic footprint I would really appreciate it."

"I'll think about it," she teased. Finally, she shifted her attention to the newest member of the Hale clan and despite his apparent awkwardness at the amount of familial PDA, he really had made vast improvements over the past four days. "Can I get a hug?"

Isaac quickly scooped her smaller body into his arms and squeezed. He mumbled something in response to her question, but Felicity was too surprised and losing too much oxygen to register what it was.

"Isaac, air," She gasped.

The younger beta quickly put her back down on the ground and looked very sheepish after he let her go.

"It's ok cub," she told him. "You just caught me by surprise."

"You'll come back right? To Beacon Hills?" Isaac double checked. The implied 'me' went unspoken, even if the other wolves did realize what the teenager meant.

"Yes," Felicity assured the teen. "And even if I don't come back that often, you can visit whenever you feel like it, and I'm going call and email every week. Soon, you're going to be so sick of me, you wonder why you even asked me to keep in touch."

Isaac pursed his lips together to keep from what Felicity could clearly identify as a pout. She wasn't entirely sure when this had happened, when her brother's former beta had suddenly become her beta, but she knew somehow over the course of the past four days Isaac's loyalty had shifted. The one thought that was going through her head the most was that she didn't deserve this, she had already failed this kid once, and now he was looking at her like she was holding the world up, but she squashed those thoughts back down as much as she could. Her siblings needed her, and Isaac was included in that grouping now.

"Be safe, go to school, try and have fun like a normal teenager," she told him seriously. "But not too much fun," she added hastily.

Isaac nodded resolutely, "I'll be good."

"I know you will," She smiled, this time giving him an actual hug as opposed to nearly being strangled. "Bye cub, love you." She knew the teen wasn't ready to reply yet, but she felt him nod his head again and she took the sign for what it was.

"How is this my life," she wondered aloud to the empty elevator before it reached her destination. She quickly stepped off of the elevator and headed to Oliver's office, only to find him in a heated discussion with Isabel Rochev.

"You were supposed to sign this report at last night's board meeting," Isabel told him. "You know why you didn't?"

"Probably because I didn't attend last night's board meeting," Oliver replied.

"Where were you?"

"I have other interests outside of this company," Oliver said.

"I don't." Isabel pointed out.

Oh boy, Felicity thought to herself before attempting to interrupt. "Mr. Queen?"

"I thought you were serious when you said we were partners," Rochev argued.

"Isabel, I missed one meeting," Oliver tried to defend himself.

"This week," the other woman countered. "Last week it was two meetings, and the week before that you were out of town for a week because of a personal matter."

Felicity knew what Isabel's inflection meant she said the words 'personal matter' along with everyone else in the office who continued to gossip about the absence of their CEO and his secretary. The fact the entire company and every board member believed she was sleeping with Oliver was not lost on her, in fact it made her somewhat more of a social pariah at outside work functions, and while many times her wolf wanted nothing more than to yell and roar at her coworkers to the point they wet themselves in fear, or in Isabel Rochev's case tear the woman's throat out and use it as a toy, she had settled for smirking at the other CEO's very awkward hobbling with the removable soft shell cast around her ankle.

It was true that she hadn't wanted to give Rochev vampire blood for the supernaturally inflicted injury, but the rational human side of her knew it was wrong to keep the woman in severe amounts of pain. The two halves of Felicity's personality had come to a rather enjoyable compromise; she would sneak the smallest amount of vampire blood in Rochev's coffee, after siphoning some of the magic out so as to not completely heal the other woman's leg, relieving a majority of Felicity's human guilt and satisfying her wolf's need for vengeance. Thierry had told her in no uncertain terms that using his blood would only be a waste of a perfectly good medical miracle if she gave it to the bitch and Katie and Marcel had seconded the opinion, but Felicity knew her parents and her aunt and uncle would have scolded her until she did the right thing.

"Mr. Queen," Felicity tried again to politely get Oliver's attention, to which Oliver simply held up one finger in her direction saying he needed a minute.

"Company wide revenue is at double digits since you and I took over," Oliver began.

"Oliver." Felicity ordered using the tiniest bit of her power without flashing her eyes, but even if it did happen on accident she was wearing multiple cloaking charms. Oliver sighed and Isabel turned around as if to snap at the other woman, but Felicity quickly countered the impending move by cutting Isabel off. "I'm sorry to interrupt your," she started waving her hands in a clawing motion, which probably would have been more effective with her actual claws, "hegehh, umm, I need to talk to you about your plans for this evening with Mr. Harper."

Isabel turned back around to face Oliver obviously waiting for her business partner to explain himself, but Oliver simply got out of his office chair and headed for the door.

"You'll have to excuse me," he said politely.

"We have work to do," Isabel pointed out. "It's important."

"So are my evening plans. I'm sorry," Oliver told Isabel. Then he exited the office and headed to the elevator with Felicity in tow. "We are going to have to work on your excuses," he told the other blonde quietly.

"You're right," Felicity agreed, knowing that Deucalion had told her pretty much the exact same thing yesterday morning during training.


Felicity and Oliver were watching the news about people protesting the particle accelerator in Central City when John finally returned from the field, or rather Oliver was watching the news while Felicity wondered how the world respond to learning about the existence of werewolves from a scientific standpoint, since now most people believed the universe was created by colliding two atoms instead of intervention via the gods. She was still having trouble reconciling her scientific beliefs and upbringing with that of her new found family heritage, and if the frequency of her uncle's tension headaches during training were any indication, most werewolves favored magic over science and didn't like to over think the areas where they overlapped.

"Where did you go?" Oliver wondered out loud when John descended the stairs to the lair. Felicity inhaled and tried to distinguish the different scents in the room so she could attempt to identify John's current thoughts and emotions via chemo signals, but so far the only emotion she could properly identify on anyone was fear, and John did not smell afraid.

"Is everything ok?" Oliver continued.

"Yeah," John answered simply, pulling out large black case from underneath one of the tables. "I just need a few personal days."

"What's going on?" Oliver asked.

"I have to help a friend."

There was a new scent in the air now, it was heavier than fear, but it wasn't as pungent. Fear was almost acrid and left a taste in your mouth, but this scent just made her want to give John a hug, which would probably not be a good idea, since she was fairly certain there were guns in the case he had set on the table.

"Who?" The archer questioned.

"Lyla Michaels," Digg said.

"It's his spy girlfriend that works for ARGUS," Felicity told Oliver, while her mind supplied her with a more accurate term mate.

"She went to Russia looking for Deadshot," Digg explained. "For me. Now she's missing."

Oliver nodded in understanding, "Felicity, I think it's time we visited our Queen Consolidated subsidiary in Moscow."

"Yeah," Felicity agreed whole heartedly.

"Oliver what are you doing?" John asked his friend.

"Just need to help a friend," Oliver answered simply.

"I can't ask you to do that," John told him.

"You didn't." The blonde archer pointed out.


"I must advise against this course of action," Deucalion began from the front passenger seat of Felicity's newly rescued Camaro.

"I'm going to Moscow," Felicity told him. "I have already done the responsible thing and informed Olga Knyazev that I was going to be in town and that I was here to help a friend with some legal issues and do some work for Queen Consolidated. She is requesting that I stay in the fortress of a mansion she shares with her brother, I am to have dinner with them to discuss possibilities of renewing the truce, and I am not to go more than thirty feet away from one of her trusted body guards/spies, who are going to report back my every move, action, and syllable that exits my mouth."

"The Knyazev family are formidable opponents and have more resources and man power than the Argent Family and Calaveras Family combined, you would do well not to underestimate them."

"You make it sound as if I'm going to war with them," the younger alpha said.

"It's worse than that, you're wanting to work with them and expecting them not to double cross you."

"If one of your extended pack members was in prison illegally being held, what would you do?" Felicity asked.

"I would let them rot there for being incompetent and getting caught, and if they broke out and accomplished their task before returning to me I would welcome them back, while lightly scolding them for not completing it in a timelier manner," he answered easily.

"It's those types of answers that make me question your commitment to your rehabilitation," his niece told him.

"Would you prefer it if I lied to you?" he honestly wondered.

"I just," Felicity began, trying to organize her thoughts as they pulled into the private airport. "I wish you would have trusted me to help you since the beginning."

"You have always had my trust Ms. Smoak, but like any good parent I will always put your safety before my own, even at the cost of my own wants."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe we needed you after Mom died?"

"I was so far gone when the fire happened the only thing I would've done is gotten you and your siblings killed as well," Deucalion answered. "It's why I will never completely regret my actions. You are alive."

"What good is life when the people you care about aren't able to share it with you." Felicity pointed out as she pulled her car to a stop next to Oliver's town car. She quickly got out of the driver's seat and pulled her bag from the back before she walked over to where her friends were waiting for her.

"You ok?" John asked.

"Yeah," Felicity answered. "I'm fine. Uncle Duke just wanted to see me off. He's worried about me travelling so far so soon after the surgery."

"Is he ok to be driving?" Oliver asked. "With his eye sight being what it is?"

"He actually took his driving and vision test yesterday; according to both of the test administrators he passed with flying colors."

"You're not letting him drive your car, are you," Oliver guessed.

"That car is my baby. He can't have it, not even for a couple of days."

Oliver smiled, while John chuckled at their friend's protective nature, "Did you at least call him a cab?"

"Yep, it's waiting at the entrance, so as soon as we've taken off and he stops sulking, he's all set."

They were about to head to the door of the jet when another town car pulled up next to Oliver's.

"Are we forgetting something?" John asked.

Isabel Rochev stepped out of the back passenger seat when the vehicle came to a complete stop, "Where do you think you are going?"

"Tahiti," Felicity answered quickly.

"That's funny, the flight manifest says you are going to Moscow," the other woman replied.

"Well, we're going to stop by there, you know, after Tahiti," she corrected.

Rochev turned her attention to Oliver, "What kind of partner decides to interact with our overseas holding behind the other's back."

"It was an oversight," Oliver admitted.

"Oh. Well, lucky for our partnership I'm a fast packer." Isabel passed the group and headed into the plane, followed by a reluctant Felicity.

"Oliver, her tagging along does not help matters any," John pointed out.

"I will take care of her. John, we are going to bring Lyla back, wherever she is," Oliver promised.

"Mr. Queen!" Deucalion called out, and headed over. "I believe Felicity left this in the car by mistake." He handed Oliver a box with a strange triangular symbol on it. "Could you make sure she gets it after take off."

"Why after?" Oliver questioned, carefully accepting the box.

"She will attempt to throw it at my head if you're still on the ground."


Felicity was waiting patiently in the Customs line behind John and Oliver when she spotted who she assumed was her security escort, considering instead of the normal sign with someone's name there were Deucalion's pack symbol next to her mother's, milling about in front of the other driver's with signs, only instead of crisp black suits and ties, they were wearing black button ups and folded leather jackets over their arms with their hunting ranks and trophies proudly displayed. She supposed Olga Knyazev meant it as an intimidation tactic or even a way to gauge Felicity's rationale in having member's openly wear the trophies of the creatures they had successfully killed, but Felicity had to admit it looked more silly than anything. What type of grown man would wear a prominent fang choker and several bangles that looked to be made of claws?

"I've arranged a meeting with the chief operating officer of our Moscow subsidiaries at ten am," Isabel explained to Oliver. "Try your hardest not to miss this one."

Felicity and John were still waiting in line to be cleared to officially enter the country, and even thought the airport was loud and crowded and Rochev was trying to be at least a little discreet, Felicity could make out their conversation without even really trying to.

"You know I'm not this person that you seem to think I am," Oliver pointed out.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On if I think you used the corporate jet for a weekend of fun with your assistant," Isabel replied.

"Excuse me?"

"A blonde IT girl all of a sudden gets promoted to be the assistant to the CEO. There are only two ways that happens, one is nepotism and she doesn't look like your cousin."

"That is absolutely not happening," Oliver told her, looking back momentarily almost as if to check Felicity wasn't eavesdropping.

"What were her qualifications, aside from an abundance of short skirts."

Felicity broke the pen she was writing with at that point, wanting nothing more to either take back her earlier generosity with Thierry's blood or break the woman's leg with her own newly discovered magic.

"Her skirts aren't that short," Oliver attempted to defend his friend and failed, seeing as Rochev had turned her back and walked away before Oliver could even formulate a reply to her accusation.

Felicity and John got their passports stamped right at the same moment and headed to where Oliver was waiting.

"What was that about?" Felicity asked.

"Nothing," Oliver answered. "Everything with Knyazev is set."

"You have friends in the Russian Mafia, color me not at all surprised," Felicity noted.

"You're going straight to the hotel in a cab," the older blonde answered.

"No," Felicity corrected. "1. You are not leaving me with her, and 2. I'm not going to the hotel, because I am not staying in the hotel. I'm staying with family friends, which I told you on the jet. Robot Rochev is not my responsibility."

"Digg and I need to get a drink and see if Anatoly is willing to help us," Oliver argued, walking away from the agitated alpha before she could come up with a response.

"And I don't need a drink?" She grumbled before heading over to the hunters. "You two must be Ms. Olga Knyazev's people."

"Alpha Hale?" the one on the left questioned.

"Let me guess, you were expecting someone taller and more rough around the edges." Felicity nodded understanding their confusion.

"I'm supposed to ask for credentials ma'am," the one on the right said. Felicity flashed her eyes at both men and they nodded. "Welcome to Moscow Alpha Hale."

"Please, call me Felicity," the blonde smiled. "I don't like using my title outside of formal events."

"It would be improper to use your first name, current truce terms dictate all alphas in good standing be referred to by their title along with any accompanying betas, Ma'am," the one on the left told her.

"Well, since I left my betas at home and I haven't been an alpha long enough to have a standing with most of the families, why don't we compromise and go with Ms. Smoak," the alpha smiled politely. "And if I could just get your names, we can all be on our way."

"Mikhail," the one on the right answered promptly.

"Pyotr, Ma'am." The left one said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Felicity answered honestly. "Mostly because I am slightly mad at two of my compatriots, but since they ditched me to get liquor, I shall respond with better liquor in kind, preferably before Robot Rochev figures out I'm not following her to the hotel."

The two Russians stared at the alpha like they weren't sure what was going on, or even why the alpha was telling them this.

"It's a joke," Felicity sighed. "I rely on my sense of humor in tense situations, also I really don't want Isabel Rochev to follow me, so let's go. I'm sure Ms. Knyazev would love to have me under surveillance as soon as possible, and right now she is more preferable than my other alternative."

"Lady in fur hat is Rochev, yes?" Mikhail asked. "She is headed here."

Felicity closed her eyes and murmured 'why me' under her breath before turning around to face the angry higher up.

"What are you doing?" Isabel demanded. "Why are you talking to these people?"

"Generally it is polite to get the names of the people who are picking you up and driving you somewhere," Felicity began. "Especially if it's cold out and more than twenty minutes away. Now, if you will please excuse me, I have important dinner plans I can't afford to miss."

"Plans with Oliver?" Rochev guessed.

"No. I'm having dinner with a family friend, and I would like to be able to get some work done before the meeting tomorrow morning. So, if you'll excuse me I'd like to leave now and I'll see you and Oliver and John in the hotel lobby at 9am."

Rochev seemed to look at the two large Russians for a moment and then back at Felicity and then back at the Russians. "What exactly are you playing at?"

"Ms. Knyazev sent us to pick up Ms. Smoak from the airport," Pyotr answered.

"And why would this Ms. Knyazev want to have dinner with you?" Isabel turned to the other woman.

"She knew my parents," Felicity answered. "Oliver said we were going to Moscow so I called to let her know I would be in town. She requested we have dinner."

"Why?" the woman demanded, but Felicity just smiled and chose not to respond, so Rochev turned back to the Russians, "Why?"

I will not rip her throat out. I will not rip her throat out. I will not rip her throat out, Felicity continued to repeat to herself, and she could tell from the exasperated expression on the two men's faces they were thinking very similar things.

"A good soldier follows orders, not questions them," Pyotr replied with a smirk. "You are not soldier, you are pest. Move or be crushed."

Felicity fought the manic grin down and managed to hold a stoic expression on her face while Rochev looked like she might kill Pyotr.

Mikhail pulled his buzzing phone out of his jacket pocket and answered it, murmuring in quiet Russian, before leaning over to his associate and telling him something. Pyotr nodded in understanding, while still holding the human woman's glare.

"Car this way Ms. Smoak," Mikhail said, directing her towards their vehicle.

Felicity nodded in understanding, not wanting to interrupt of the battle of wills going on, despite wanting to be a spectator, and followed the Russian.

"She not yours?" Mikhail double checked.

"No," Felicity confirmed. "Not even in a million years."

"Pyotr can shoot?"

"I defer to Ms. Knyazev," Felicity answered smartly. "But happy to watch if Pyotr does."

"You not bad, for wolf," Mikhail chuckled.

"Thank you."


"Now that is a lot of drugs," Felicity said, starring at the offensive smelling bag in shock and wanting desperately to burn it. It smelt of concentrated wolfsbane, the kind some wolves used to get high, and even being near the blue pills was entirely too tempting and horrifying.

"Courtesy of Knyazev," Diggle supplied. "I have enough weight to land me in the Koshmar."

Felicity took a breath and thought about John and the mission, getting her mind off of the pills, then went over to grab a coat off the table. "You need to be wearing this when they process you. Guards will take it but that's the point." She handed the coat to John so he could put it on and grabbed her tablet pulling up her photos. "This is Knyazev's man inside the prison, a guard."

"He'll know where in the gulag Lyla is being held," Oliver added.

"When all Hell breaks loose," the werewolf continued, pulling up the plan and schematics, "you need to meet us at the rendezvous point with Lyla or-"

"Or I am a permanent Russian," John finished.

Felicity put her tablet down, "Just thinking out loud, but are we sure this is the best plan we can come up with? I know Lyla is your friend but-"

"Felicity," John interrupted politely. "Lyla isn't my friend; she was my wife."

Mate Felicity's wolf corrected again with a small whimper, but Felicity held it back. "Explain that sentence."

"Lyla and I met back in the Army in Afghanistan, but we didn't stay married long once we got stateside," John admitted with a heavy sigh. "Couldn't figure out a way to stay married without a war to fight, so she joined ARGUS and I circled back for my third tour. I can't leave here without her Felicity, I just can't."

Felicity's wolf was crying at her human pack member's admission, and she was having an even harder time reigning it in than normal, mostly because both sides of her were in agreement and wanted to comfort her friend. It reminded her of when she used to ask her mother about her Dad.

Oliver's alarm on his phone went off and pulled Felicity out of her reverie.

"Two-minute warning," Oliver said, holding out his hand for john to shake in case the plan went south.

"Good luck John," Felicity smiled sadly, before wrapping a scarf around his neck and placing a kiss on his check, not even bothering to try and reign in the scent her wolf was emitting, so that any other wolves would know who John was.

The older human grabbed the bag of drugs off the table and headed out of the room, while Oliver and Felicity waited and looked out the window silently for Anatoly to signal the first part of the plan had gone smoothly.

They didn't have long to wait before Oliver's phone went off again and he answered the call.

"They have him," the person on the other end of the line said.

Oliver nodded in confirmation before turning to the alpha, "Clock's running."


To say the man who was helping them was surprised when Felicity showed up with Pyotr and Mikhail with her at the request/demand of Olga was an understatement. He looked like someone had just told him the Russians had faked their version of the moon landing, his mouth clearly wanting to hang open despite the refusal of his lips to part before glancing back and forth between Oliver and Felicity. Oliver had a tenser expression on his face as if to question why the two men were here, only knowing that he couldn't, because Felicity had already explained their presence, and despite her reluctance to involve the two guards, it was obvious they didn't trust Oliver with the wellbeing of their charge.

"Do you think Digg's ok?" Felicity asked meekly, moving her gaze from her phone to her friend, and internally being torn between going on a murderous rampage to get both Digg and Lyla out and needing a hug and reassurance. The murderous rampage was more appealing to her wolf, but she could also feel Anatoly's gaze on her and knew he would be ready if she even tried to deviate or take things into her own hands, probably with a wolfs bane bullet. She had a feeling that this Anatoly Knyazev was Olga's older brother, who she had mentioned during dinner the previous night, and not her second cousin.

"I think he's doing the same as he was when you asked five minutes ago." Oliver placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt at easing her worries.

"They're coming," Anatoly said.

The Bratstvo member took a few steps towards the moving vehicles and said something else Felicity couldn't catch, even with her heightened hearing, while Mikhail and Pyotr stood a little closer to her in case things went south.

Anatoly held out what was clearly a cash stuffed envelope to the men with guns who had stepped out of the car, but they made no move to accept it, even after Anatoly said something to them in his native tongue in what sounded like a pleasant voice.

She saw Mikhail and Pyotr begin to reach for their weapons on their belts, but Oliver simply started walking towards the man they were supposed to be making a deal with, and told him something in Russian that made the stranger reconsider.

The Russian official took the money and his goons put their guns down, while Oliver and Anatoly headed back to the cars.

"What did you say?" Felicity asked.

"Please," Oliver said, winking cheekily.


"We should go without him," Mikhail said as they walked down the hall to Oliver's room.

"And what's going to happen if we show up without Oliver?" Felicity asked him, despite already knowing the answer herself. "Anatoly will shoot me, John will rot in the gulag, and you and Pyotr will probably die too."

"I survive," Pyotr argued.

Felicity stopped and stared skeptically at the two guards, "You don't like Oliver, do you?"

"Oliver Queen is Bratstvo Captain," Mikhail pointed out. "We have understanding, not friendship."

"And yet you're protecting me," Felicity said. "A wolf."

"Your loyalty earns protection," Mikhail explained. "You save your own, not get others do dirty work. Rare quality. Good quality, even in wolves."

Felicity nodded in understanding, but didn't say anything further, silenced by the weight of her earlier mistakes. The alpha chose to continue to Oliver's room in silence and knocked on the door, only to have Oliver open it, before she removed her hand. "Hi," she greeted.

"Hi," Oliver replied.

"It's time. Ready?" she asked.

"Yeah," Oliver began, only to be interrupted by Isabel walking in front of him to exit the room.

"I think she can take the night off," Isabel said, looking back at Oliver for a second. "Don't you?"

Felicity looked down at the ground for a second, practically strangling her wolf and its want to do something violent and rash.

"Felicity-" Oliver tried again.

"What happens in Russia, stays in Russia," Felicity said, turning around and heading back down the hallway. "Even when it makes no sense what so ever." She didn't check to see if the guys were behind her as she headed back downstairs.


Everyone in the truck was sitting in a tense and uncomfortable silence. Felicity was sitting in the front passenger side, while Oliver was being squished on the driver's side bench seat between Mikhail and Pyotr. The two Russians seemed happy restricting Oliver's personal space and making him increasingly uncomfortable, and every time her tried to go to the other bench they held him down and squished him more.

Felicity wasn't sure how long they had been sitting outside, or even how much longer they were going to have to continue to sit there, but eventually she decided she needed to say something before she exploded and shifted. "What were you thinking?!"

"What?" Oliver questioned.

"Almost sixty-four million women over the age of consent in Russia and you sleep with her," the alpha spat out.

"So we're not doing the whatever happens in Russia stays in Russia?" Oliver asked.

"We're still in Russia," Felicity said.

Anatoly opened the driver's side door and quickly got in to start the truck. "There is nothing money cannot buy in this country," Anatoly said.


"Diggle should be heading out with Lyla in two minutes," Oliver said.

"Breaking out of prison is harder than it looks," Anatoly pointed out to the younger man. "You of all people should know that." He then put the truck out of park and headed up the road.

"Got it," Felicity said after typing a few commands into her laptop. "I shut down the phones the guards can't call for help."

"If your friend and that woman are not here by now, they will not be here at all," Anatoly replied.

"I'm going to make sure they aren't held up," Oliver said getting out of the tight seat, only this time with no force holding him back. He quickly went out the back hatch and around the corner.

"Oliver doesn't know," Anatoly guessed. "What you are? What you do?"

"He doesn't," Felicity confirmed. "I'd like it to stay that way."

"Is he pack?"

"I don't have a pack," Felicity said, "and I have no intention of starting one."

"Your lying needs work Alpha Hale," Anatoly told her.

There was a loud explosion followed closely by the sounds of gunshots. After a minute of watching out the back door there were four figures rushing towards them and Pyotr and Mikhail quickly helped them all in the truck before Anatoly let his foot off the brakes and began moving back down the road.

After several minutes of driving with no one following them Anatoly announced the all clear.

"Stop the truck," John said before turning to the unexpected passenger. "Get out." When the man didn't move John repeated the order louder. "Get Out."

Lawton opened the side door and hopped out followed closely by John, who had a gun pointed at him. John led Lawton out in front of the truck, but when his hands started to shake with gun held in front of him Lawton smirked.

"That's the thing about honor John," Deadshot said. "You can't turn it on and off." The sniper started to turn around and walk away, but stopped after a step. "I'm just curious, how is it you think your brother ended up dead?"

"You shot at a client that Andy was protecting and you missed," John said.

"I don't miss. Your brother was the contract."

"Who would want to kill Andy?" John asked.

"I don't know their names, just an alias. H.I.V.E." Lawton just smirked and began walking away. "Food for thought John. Food for thought."


Felicity was the first one off the jet when it landed back on the tarmac and from the way she practically flew down the stairs and over to her car, someone would've thought she was on fire. However, when she came to a halt in front of the hood of her car and lovingly lifted the hood of her Camaro and began fiddling with something, the tension and urgency she had in her shoulders quickly dissipated. "Still here," she said followed by a sigh of relief.

"I was wondering why it wouldn't start after you left the other day?" Deucalion said, only to barely catch a wooden box Felicity had thrown at his head. "Really Ms. Smoke, throwing a heavy object at your blind uncle."

"You tried to drive my car." Felicity glared.

"Dare I say it, but I'm beginning to think you care more about that car than you do about me."

"Only a little," she joked.

"I had a very interesting conversation with Olga Knyazev earlier," Deucalion said. "She mentioned something about you and her brother blowing up a gulag."

"Technically John planted the bomb." Felicity motioned to one half of the happy couple who had barely stepped onto the tarmac.

Deucalion chuckled lightly and shook his head back and forth. "You couldn't have at least tried to refrain from getting into trouble."

"I think you're forgetting just who my father is."

Deucalion looked at her with a puzzled expression on his while he mulled over the words she had spoken in his head. She held out one hand and wiggled her fingers at him, showing off several band aids on her finger tips.

"Dad says hi." She quickly turned back around to lower the hood, and then picked up her bag and put it in the back before getting into the driver's seat. She waited a minute for her uncle to wrap his head around the new information before honking the horn at him two times. "You coming to dinner or not?" She yelled out the window. The other alpha seemed to be jolted out of his reverie at her question and got in the passenger seat.

"He's still there?" Deucalion double checked.

"He's safe," Felicity told him. "Now, what were you trying to tell me earlier about claiming pack members?"