A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks again for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Just a heads up that I am going to take a short break from this story because I will be on vacation and won't have time to write.
Prompt: Mama Smoak comes to Starling City! Pleassee?
I tend to stray a bit from the prompt but I did my best. Enjoy! :)

****Thank you to those who pointed out that there was a major mishap with this story. I don't know how there was a jumbled mess of words in there considering I triple checked it but I am reposting it now.

Mother Dearest

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Felicity's distressed voice alarms Oliver and he immediately pushes away from his desk. He sees Felicity through the glass windows of his office, standing tensely with hands in fists at her sides. With a furrowed brow, he turns to see the woman she is addressing. His eyebrows rise slightly when he takes her in. She is a petite blonde woman, no more than 50 years old, wearing a short, sequined cocktail dress. Her bright red lipstick was applied sloppily to her lips and her eye shadow reminds Oliver of the time Thea first discovered makeup. Despite her trashy and unkempt appearance, Oliver sees a slight resemblance to his favorite blonde girl.

His jaw clenches when he sees the woman step forward and Felicity nervously cower back. He strides out of his office because, let's face it, this woman may not be the biggest threat they have ever dealt with, but he will always protect Felicity when necessary. And now, seeing Felicity look as if she may run away at any second, she needs him.

Exiting his office, he strides over to Felicity. He lightly touches her elbow, "Is everything okay, Felicity?"

She begins to respond when she is interrupted by a loud cackle. Oliver turns to look at the woman in front of him.

Her eyes run appreciatively over Oliver's firm chest. He shifts uncomfortably in response.

"Well, sweetheart, I certainly know why you were able to keep this job."

Felicity balks and gives him a pointed look, "Mother, Oliver is my friend."

"Yeah right, honey. We girls don't have guys who are 'just friends'."

Oliver speaks up, "Well Felicity does. There is no doubt that she is one of my best friends."

Felicity smiles at his confession. Oliver was never one to talk about his feelings often, but knowing he thought of her as a best friend as well as a partner sent a jolt up her spine.

Her mother takes another step forward and points her finger at Felicity, "Oh, baby doll. You were never able to keep your legs shut long enough to make friends."

Oliver steps forward in a predatory stance, "That's enough. You do not speak to her like that ever again, do you understand me?"

Felicity pales and crosses her arms over her chest as if to make herself smaller. Oliver turns to her and wraps an arm around her. The older woman's eyebrows shoot up.

"Mom, please just leave. You have left me alone for 6 years. You can't change that now."

It was true. For six years, Felicity was gratefully living her life without her mother's demeaning presence. Her childhood was anything but normal. Her mom had her way too young and was never the mother that Felicity deserved. She was a cocktail waitress at a casino in Las Vegas, though Felicity used the term 'cocktail waitress' loosely. Seeing her mother leave the house in barely any clothing and then have her come barreling through the door at 3 a.m. with a new man every night clued Felicity in to her real occupation when she was only eleven years old. That's right, Felicity, beautiful, intelligent, and funny Felicity, had a lowlife stripper as a mother. When she wasn't building computers and learning code, Felicity was wiping up her mother's vomit when she got so wasted she couldn't lift her head and opening the windows to get rid of the ever-present odor of sex.

The woman laughs. "Aw, sweetheart. You think I'm here to make amends? You know I will never forgive you for screwing my boyfriend, you little bitch."

Before Oliver can interject, Felicity goes toe to toe with her mother, a tear slipping down her cheek but she quickly brushes it away.

"He came on to me! I was thirteen, Mom. I ran away from that vile man and he was mad I wouldn't put out, at thirteen, so he fed you lies. I am not like you, Mom. I am not some…whore. And stop trying to belittle me with your pet names; you don't affect me like that anymore."

Her mother's face twists up in an ugly smile. "You were never this…forward. You always used to hide your emotions for your dearest mother and now look at you. I think this is the first time I have ever seen you cry. What are you, pregnant? You do look like a bit fat. Good luck raising the little brat. Just remember: like mother like daughter. "

The words are barely out of her mouth before Felicity slaps her mother across the face with fire in her eyes. Oliver's eyes widen in shock and he looks down at Felicity. He pulls her behind him in case her mother tries to retaliate. The woman is already sporting a red mark on her left cheek.

"It's time you leave. Don't come back again unless you are ready to act your age and apologize to Felicity."

Oliver pulls out his phone and calls Diggle, who rushes in seconds later to escort the woman out.

Felicity falls into her chair with a sigh. Oliver kneels down next to her and pushes a stray hair behind her ear. She sits up a little and places her hand on his, which is now resting on her cheek. Her touch warms him immediately.

"I am so so sorry that happened, Oliver. I didn't even know she knew where I worked! God, I'm not like her, am I?"

Oliver's face hardens and he stands up, pulling her from the chair and into his embrace. "Felicity, you are nothing like that woman. You are warm and kind and loving and beautiful. You are everything she is not."

Felicity smiles and leans back to look into his eyes. "Thank you, Oliver."

"Besides, seeing you slap her was pretty hot."

Felicity laughs and he returns it with a light chuckle. He leans in and gives her a light kiss.
"I guess it's a good thing our wedding rings are getting cleaned today."

Felicity laughs, "Yeah, right? What were the chances of that happening? Thanks for playing along, by the way. If she knew we are married she would rip me apart even more."

He grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze. "How about we head over to Big Belly Burger for lunch? We can talk about this more then."

She nods and he pulls her toward the elevator. Seconds later, she plants her feet down, halting the movements.

She looks at him curiously. "You really consider me your best friend?"

His lips curve up, "Of course I do, Felicity. Don't you?"

They start walking again. "Well, duh."

When they reach the elevator, she plants her feet once again.

"I don't look that fat, do I? I'm not even that far along!" she huffs, her lower lip jutting out in a pout as she tries to stretch the fabric of her cotton dress more to accommodate for her barely visible bump. Her mother was always able to flood her mind with insecurities. Felicity would be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about their child's future and whether she will be better than her mother. Oliver smiles down at her comfortingly, no doubt seeing the doubt swirling in her head. Dragging her into the elevator, he pulls her in for a long kiss, leaving her breathless. That's all the reassurance she needs.

A/N: Okay so I clearly went for the popular theory that Felicity's mother is NOT a good person. And because I am so incapable of having Oliver and Felicity not be together in the end, I added that as well. Though I tried to make it so that you wouldn't think they are together until the end. Which, by the way, was fairly easy since I feel that Oliver would react that way regardless of whether he was romantically with Felicity or not. Sorry for the rambling and the original posting that was a mess. Please review! :)