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Chloroform

With a grin on his face, Oliver sped back to Felicity's apartment. He felt a strong sense of pride and purpose when he watched over Felicity. Of course he wanted her safe, but he loved knowing he was the one who got to protect her.

The smile vanished as his eyes saw Felicity's front door… it was slightly ajar. Oliver shuffled through his memory trying to find a reason for why the door wouldn't be closed.

I saw her close it.

As a wave of panic overcame him, Oliver made his way up her steps and through the front door.

"Felicity?" He began to look around the room, "Felicity are you here?"

Once he turned on the light, he was greeted with a sight that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Sitting beside the front door, he saw Felcity's purse wide open as though she had just grabbed her keys. He looked around for her coat, which usually hangs from the small coat rack, but it was nowhere to be seen.

What scared him the most was the fact that her phone and tablet were sitting on the small table beside the front door.

She never goes anywhere without her tablet.

His eyes peered around the room until they made their way to the floor. Right under his foot, he saw a worn white rag. Lifting it up, he felt the cold sensation on his fingers. Bringing it up to his nose, he took a small sniff and felt an immediate need to lean on Felicity's furniture for support.

Chloroform.

Without skipping a beat, Oliver clenched his jaw and whipped out his phone to call Digg and Roy.


Felicity's eyes opened to find herself in a room surrounded by natural light. "Oliver?" She spoke quietly to herself. The last thing she remembered from last night was wanting to be with him. She felt around and immediately knew she was alone. With a disappointed sigh, she sat up and leaned over to grab her glasses from her bedside table. The moment she realized they were not in their usual place, she hastily took another look around the room.

This is not my room.

Without being able to see very well, she squinted to search for her glasses. She recognized the shape of them and reached to her side. Sitting on the spare pillow, her glasses lay carefully on top of a handwritten note.

She put on her glasses and read the note as confusion overcame her.

Good morning honey, I hope you slept well! I am so very excited to have you back in our family home! Together, we will start again and I cannot tell you how glad I am that you are here to be a part of it!

Breakfast is being served when you wake up so come and say hi!

Love, Dad!

Felicity's breath got caught in her throat as shock rocked her body. Family home? She took another look around the room and only recognized a few items. They weren't identical but they were similar to the ones she had when she was a child. Regardless of his obvious efforts, Felicity knew this was not her childhood home… This place was far too nice.

The smell of pancakes interrupted her thoughts. She slowly made her way to the door and placed her ear against the wooden surface. She heard he light buzz of the television.

Electronics!

Felicity let out a sigh of relief.

If there is a television, there is likely a phone.

Deciding it was worth the risk, Felicity placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly.


Oliver paced the room after filling Diggle and Roy in on the entire situation. As Diggle fiddled with Felicity's computers, Roy sat in silence clearly deep in thought.

"You left her alone even though you knew about her father?" Roy's voice was filled with anger directed at Oliver.

He didn't respond.

"Did you or didn't you? I thought you lov-" He cut himself off before continuing, "liked her. Why would you just drop her off and leave?"

Before Oliver had a chance to respond, Roy had already begun to speak, "Oh, let me guess… Laurel called and needed you to pick up a carton of milk so you decided to leave the most important and vulnerable member of the team defenceless!"

"I didn't just leave!" All of Oliver's guilt and frustration came out in those four words. "I was coming back… I needed to get my bow and arrows!"

"Well, she was taken by some freak because you didn't stay so-" Diggle cut Roy off before he said something that Oliver would make him regret.

"Oliver, what search is Felicity running?"

"What?" Oliver asked with confusion, clearly still upset about Roy's claims.

"It says that the search is 74% complete. What search?"

A grin formed on Oliver's face.

"Felicity was running a trace on where the emails were being sent to. The search should give us a location."

Diggle smiled. "She really is irreplaceable."

The two spent a few minutes thinking about the cherished member of their team. Roy's sarcastic comments however, brought them out of it.

"Now all we have to do is wait. That's a great use of time."


Felicity walked down the narrow hallway, following the smell of pancakes and the sound of the television. Before she knew it, she was standing mere feet in front of her father.

"Felicity!" His voice was pure and filled with joy. "How'd you sleep?"

She stared blankly at him. She never thought she would see him again.

"Felicity? Is this about last night?" His hands were now on her shoulders. "You know that's what needed to be done. I have done everything these last few years to make us a family again." He gazed intently at her.

Felicity felt a shiver go up her spine as she took a quick step away from her father.

"A family?" Her voice became filled with the sadness from her past and the strength of her present, "Are you kidding me? We can't be a family again… You weren't there. You never were."

Felicity felt stupid for bringing up the past, it made her feel small and helpless.

"When you left-" She stopped to take several breaths. "It destroyed me. I will never forgive you for that."

"You think I wanted to leave? Seriously Felicity!" His voice was harsh as he took a step closer to his daughter. "Your pathetic mother lied to me again and again! She wanted me to leave so if you have a problem with the fact I wasn't there, you should talk to her about it!" His face turned a deep shade of red as fear crept into Felicity's every bone.

She peered speechless at him.

His hand moved to the side of her face and rubbed his thumb against her cheeks. She pulled away from his touch.

Oliver is the only one who gets to do that.

Oliver!

Felicity suddenly felt a rush of hope as she remembered that Oliver would notice she was gone, even if it wasn't until later this morning because she didn't show up for work.

"What are you talking about?" Felicity asked quietly, refusing to make eye contact.

"The past. I am talking about the past Felicity." He smiled at her again, his emotions were suddenly in check as he patted her on the shoulder with the hand that was so recently on her face.

Felicity was overcome by fear. She was utterly afraid of the man she should be able to trust.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Your mother has admitted to her lies-"

Felicity cut him off.

"When did you talk to my mother?"

"Felicity, don't be surprised at the thought," he laughed. "All three of us are going to be talking if we're going to be a family again."

"All three of us?" Felicity asked perplexed.

"You, me and your mother! Go sit with her as I finish making breakfast." He pointed to the couch and Felicity turned too see a blonde haired woman sitting; she was facing the television.

Felicity looked fixedly at the woman's light blonde hair.

How did I not see her before?

Felicity criticized herself for not taking a better note of her surroundings.

"Don't make me ask again." Her father's words were cold.

Hesitantly she walked around the couch and began to see more and more of the woman.

That's definitely my mother.

Dressed in a tight black cocktail dress and wearing bright red lipstick, Felicity recognized her… she hadn't changed in years. A feeling of distress overcame Felicity as she noticed tears streaming down her mother's face. She took a step closer to the woman on the couch and noticed her hands were tied.

"Don't be shy honey!" Her father's voice stung in her ears, "Say hello to your mom! I heard you guys haven't had much contact lately!"

Felicity heard his voice but didn't take her eyes off of her mother.

"Not to worry!" He continued, "That's all about to change."

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