"You ok?" He asked her softly. He could only imagine how difficult this whole thing must be for her. He knew a thing or two of fighting with parents, saying things he never meant. But he had the good fortune of coming back and apologizing. She, however, was taken before she could.

Moira moved her gaze from the moon to Oliver. She gave him a weak smile. "Just miss home, that's all." She shrugged her shoulders and brought her knees to her chest, hugging them. She tried to make it look like it wasn't that big of deal. But it was. Her mind kept replaying the scene over and over again. The image of her parents fear, as she both walked, and was taken away, burned in her mind.

Oliver saw the tears she was trying to hide. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Moira's head laid on his shoulder as she began to sob quietly. "We'll get you back." He promised her.

"I know." She removed his head from his shoulder and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, I got your shirt all wet"

Oliver gave a small chuckle. "This old thing has seen worse."

Moira let out a laugh. "I bet." Somehow in the 30 minutes she's been awake in this loft, she felt safe. She felt like things might work out in her favor. "This place feels a bit like home. We're just missing the dog."

"We have a dog?" Oliver asked surprised.

"Mhmm. Will and I named him Apollo, for obvious reasons. We found him when he took me to the park." She smiled at the memory. "It was easy to convince you of letting us keep him. Mom on the other hand had to be persuaded. She gave in eventually. I like to think that it was because of my stupendous use of my puppy eyes."

Olivers attention spiked as he heard her mention Williams name. Did that mean that his son lived with them too? That they all lived together as a family? He felt happy about his future. The Oliver from 6 years ago wouldn't have believed himself to be a family man. He started his crusade thinking he was going to be alone. But slowly, he let people into his fight, into his life.

"You ok?" Moira asked him when she noticed his silence. He looked lost in thought. "Did I say something wrong?" She looked up at him worried.

"No, Moira" he grabbed her hand. "Just the opposite."

Oliver released her hand and saw her shiver as a light breeze blew their way. "You should probably go back to bed. You need your strength for tomorrow." He got up, and grabbed their mugs. "Also, I don't want you to get sick. Felicity would kill me if you got a cold."

Moira couldn't help but crack a smile. She folded the blanket and carried it inside. She went to the sink to wash the mugs, but Oliver stopped her. "Bed" he said.

"Fine, I'm going" She said walking towards the stairs. "Goodnight da- I mean Oliver" She ran up the stairs before he could say anything. Thank god the lights were dim, because she felt her cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

What Moira didn't know was that Oliver's heart swelled when she called him dad. The smile lingered until he fell asleep, next to the love of his life.

Moira woke up to the smell of something heavenly. She turned her head, and read the clock. It was already noon. She stretched, and pulled back the sheets. There was a bathroom across the hall, and she tidied up before heading downstairs.

"Well good morning sleepyhead." Felicity greeted her, already ready for her day "I was afraid I was going to have to check your pulse to see if you were still alive."

"You won't believe how many times I've heard that one before"

"We made french toast." She pointed to the plate that sat at the middle of the dining table. "Please help yourself. Oliver had to leave early. He has some mayor things to take care of. He'll meet us at the bunker later."

Moira took a seat at the table, and grabbed some breakfast. Felicity handed her some orange juice, and took a seat next to her. She sipped her coffee, and just stared at her.

"Do I have syrup on my face?" Moira asked, when she noticed Felicity staring. She grabbed the napkin that sat next to her plate, and began to dab her face.

Felicity shook her head. "No. Sorry." She blurted. "You're just so beautiful."

Moira had to gather all her strength to not burst out laughing. She looked at Felicity and realized she was being completely serious. Sure, she was her mother in the future and she had to say that, it was like an unwritten rule. But this Felicity, from this time, was under no obligation to say this to her.

"Really?"

Felicity nodded. "I always thought you'd have my eyes, but I can't complain." She said, her voice dreamy.

"Well if you must know.." Moira scooted her chair closer to her. "I got your wit."

"I'll take it." They both laughed.

Moira was then hit with a realization. Her eyes widened and Felicity looked at her scared. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm keeping you from work. You probably have things to do, and here I am taking my sweet time hogging your house." Moira stuffed the remaining food into her mouth and dashed to the sink with her dirty plate. She gulped down the orange juice, and went to turn on the sink.

"Hey. Hey. Stop" Felicity pushed the handle of the sink down, shutting off the water. "Moira, its ok. I'm my own boss. I don't have to go into work if I don't have to or if I don't want to" She said to her. She returned her gaze to the sink. "How about I wash these dishes, and you can go upstairs and get ready. There are towels in the bathroom closet if you want to use the shower. Also I went and bought you some clothes while you were sleeping. Hope you like something."

Moira wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you." She said releasing her and heading up the stairs.

A half an hour later, Moira walked down the stairs in black skinny jeans, and a white sweater, her dirty blond hair still damp. Over her arm she had the maroon leather jacket. She had her black boots in her hands. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she gave a small twirl. "Thank you!" She said rushing to hug Felicity

"I'm glad you liked it!" She said rubbing her back. "Now come on, we have a few things to pick up before we formulate a plan to get you back home." She grabbed her arm, and headed towards the car.

Moira buckled in as Felicity turned the key. They drove out of the apartment complex, and sped down 12th Street.

"So where are we going?" Moira asked.

"The computer in the lair needs an update. And a few weeks ago I ordered the new Phoenix 3000, and it has finally arrived." She said excitedly.

"Phoenix 3000? That's kind of a lame name." Moira chuckled.

"That's what I said! But it's the fastest intel processor on the market."

"Well, I guess you'll be the judge of that."