I know that Sara just died in the show, but I can't fit that into my story. She won't be around for long though.

So Welcome back Birdie!


Roy sat on the rooftop directly across from the hospital. He was on patrol tonight, but his worry over Felicity made him sit outside. He sighed. It was an easy night. He had stopped two drug busts during the day, and the criminals were running scared from the team. Searching for Thea seemed to keep getting more futile. The note she left him still sat in his apartment, and it had hurt showing it to Oliver.

Oliver had fumed, but Felicity had managed to calm him down. Luckily just in time for Roy to state that it was his fault, and he would solve it. Oliver had left it to him, only texting Thea, and trying to keep an eye out for her wherever she went.

He sighed. It was going to be a long night. Oliver had made him start searches for the erased video footage from the elevator, so far no hits. Not on the box from her house, the envelope in the office. Even the guy who delivered it had no memory of making the delivery. Roy knew that it was going to be difficult, whoever this guy was he was good. The news about the drug in Felicity's system made everyone scared. It meant that whoever this person was, he wanted her alive and wasn't afraid to hurt anyone who was in his way.

"Try sitting back from the edge, you'll blend into the shadows better." a voice chirped from his left.

Roy smiled.

"Birdie is back."

He glanced over as Sara walked up to him. "Good to see you Birdie."

She grunted. "I hate that nickname Junior." Roy grimaced.

"Play nice kids." Digg laughed from the comm, walking to the window and waving at them.

"Felicity is awake by the way. Lyla and I are about to head out soon." Roy nodded. He turned back to Sara.

"She's awake, only has vague memories, and was drugged. No clue on who or why." He muted his comm, and quickly filled her in.

"I know." She smiled. "My dad filled me in his voice message. That's why I begged Nyssa to let me visit. She gave me only six weeks, and wanted me to tell blondie hi."

Roy laughed, and turned off his comm. "Right now I'd be surprised if you could get close to her. Oliver hasn't left her side since they put her in the room. Before that, Digg had to hold him back so they could do scans of her."

"About time." Sara muttered, looking at the hospital. "When did it start?"

"The day before Felicity's birthday."

Sara sighed, standing next to him.

"Roy, someone wants Felicity alive, and Oliver out of the way. Only one thing points to that. A stalker, who is escalating because Felicity is unobtainable to him at the moment." Sara squared her shoulders. "Gods help him if he actually gets her."

Roy swallowed. Stalking they hadn't mentioned to Felicity yet. Oliver was worried about her mental state if she began thinking that way. But Oliver didn't see the lair's screens lately. Felicity was researching everything that she could, any connection to who the person could be. Oliver didn't realize it but she needed to know. Protecting her would only hurt her in the end. "Roy, you can send Sara in. Felicity wants to see her."

Roy nodded, then pressed his ear, unmuting the comm link. "Oliver wants you to visit the room. I'm to stay here for the time being."

Sara nodded, then jumped over the roof, climbing down the fire escape to the alley below.


"Sarah is a pretty name. It means 'Princess' if I remember right." Felicity smiled at Lyla who was sitting on her bed.

"I like it too. Sara did save John, and I was thinking Meghan for her middle name. For the best hacker I know."

"Oh! Lyla that's so sweet. I would be honored." Felicity smiled.

Lyla squeezed her hand. "Well, John and I should head home. I'm tired, and you need to rest." Lyla leaned over as close as she could and hugged Felicity.

"Feel better, and don't worry. We're protecting you." Lyla whispered, bringing tears to Felicity's eyes. "Plus I put a gun under your pillow."

Lyla stood up, and Digg hugged Felicity, and they left, leaving Oliver alone with her.

"Sara is in town."

Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Really? I miss her! Why is she here?"

He smiled. "Lance told her what happened. She's only here for a while, but she'll be here in a few minutes." Just as the words exited his mouth, Sara breezed in the door.

"Felicity! How's my favorite blondie! Aside from what got you in here." She exclaimed, walking over and gently hugging Felicity. The two were friends, Felicity keeping Sara updated on the team.

"I'm doing okay. How long are you in town for?"

Sara shrugged. "About six weeks. So let's catch who did this, and get you back to hacking speed!"

Felicity laughed. "Okay. Do you need a place to stay? You're welcome to crash at my house."

Sara smiled. "Thanks. The new lair sounds awesome though, when do I get in there?"

"Soon."

Both of them looked at Oliver who leaned against the wall.

Felicity smiled. "What he said."

Sara nodded. "So, until whoever did this is caught. You little lady are not being left alone. If only for short amount of times. Got it?"

Felicity sighed. "I guess it could be worse being guarded by four heroes."

Sara and Oliver laughed.


"Oh for crying out loud Oliver. I can walk up to my front door!" Felicity sighed, as Oliver carried her up her front steps.

"You were just released from the hospital Felicity, I'm not letting you injure yourself going up the stairs." Oliver deadpanned.

It had been three days since the bombing, and Felicity being released from the hospital in the late evening had been to avoid the paparazzi outside of the hospital. Lance hadn't been able to tell them much about the investigation. Only that Oliver better get a new interior designer as the bomb had wiped out the entire floor. Oliver, financed by Walter, hired a team of bodyguards for Felicity, two to sit and both front and back of her house, alternating only every eight hours. He hadn't budged on it, after Felicity objected to him staying in her home. She had told Lyla to start moving some small items to the apartment though.

"Well okay then. You'll need to carry me up to my room then. Not that you're staying in my room. That would be nice, but injuries happen more commonly inside the home like tripping out of the bathtub, or accidentally cutting my finger open cooking dinner. Not that we're going to bathe together! Or do anything together for that matter! Oh my God Oliver just tell me to shut up!" Felicity glared at him.

He chuckled, opening the door. "Where is the fun in that? It's funny how you ramble."

"I'm sure the concussion has something to do with that." Felicity huffed, "Now please put me down."

Oliver relinquished his hold on Felicity, placing her feet on the floor, and stepping away. "Remember what Dr. Hamilton said," he started.

"Not to be too stressed, to take it easy, sleep and eat well. And not to visit him again under such circumstances." Felicity smiled. "I'll be fine Oliver."

He nodded, watching as she turned the light switch on and her living room was full of flowers.

"Whoa. Oliver they're lovely but I don't need so many."

"Well, I got you a bouquet of pink roses. My guess is that your friends in IT sent the rest. Sara must have brought them in." He looked around the room, noting that each flower arrangement was different. They even had different vases.

"Oh, that's sweet of them." Felicity smiled, and sniffed an arrangement of daisies. She then turned, and glared at Oliver.

"Now, you're going to leave. I'm going to be here for the night, your guards are posted all around my house, the security system will be set, live feed to the lair. Then around four am Sara is going to come in and crash in my guest bedroom. So shoo! I don't need a babysitter!" She waved her hands towards the door.

Oliver held his hands up. "Okay Felicity. I get it. Take a deep breath I'm leaving. Just remember to set the,"

"Alarm after you leave. I get it. Now go. I'm fine." She opened the door, showing him out. He turned and looked at her.

"Just call if you need anything."

Felicity leaned against the door. "I will Oliver. Now please go workout. I'm fine." She smiled.

He smiled back, and stepped closer. His heart pounded as he lifted a hand to run his fingers down the side of her face. "I care about you Felicity. I need you to be safe."

She smiled, and he could swear his heart stopped at the sight. "I know. I'm perfectly safe here. And if you do workout and patrol, you can come by with Sara and crash on my couch."

He laughed. "Yes ma'am."

With a wink, Oliver backed up and Felicity, still smiling, closed the door. He mounted his bike, and rode back to the lair night silent around him.

He pulled into the lair's parking area, turning off his bike. He walked to the storage area, placing his helmet on the shelf, Oliver watched Sara go up and down the Salmon Ladder.

"Felicity home safe?" She huffed from the top. Oliver chuckled, hitting the space bar on the computers. The screens lit up with views of the hallways in Felicity's house. He watched as Felicity carried a steaming cup up the stairs to her bedroom, opening and checking every door on the floor. He nodded, glad that the training he insisted on was working.

"Hello? Oliver? Problem?"

He shook his head, moving to the outside view of the cameras facing her house. A man was walking by, and the lights went out in her home, Oliver turned the camera, and watched the man walk to a house two doors down and open the door with a key.

"No problem. Felicity's resting after checking her rooms. And she appreciated all the flowers you moved into the living room."

THUMP

Oliver turned looking back at Sara, who looked right back at him. "What flowers?"

"There are at least fifteen dozen flowers in her living room. You didn't put them there?"

"Oliver I never moved anything into Felicity's house besides the pink roses you gave me. I put those next to her bed."

Oliver's heart stopped as he and Sara silently communicated the same thought.

Someone had been in Felicity's house.


Felicity ran the brush through her hair again. She was smiling like an idiot, she knew that.

Dipping a hand into a jar, she spread the lotion over her hands as she moved to the bed. Her bedroom was light purples and blues, a black comforter embroidered with colorful threads.

Opening the top drawer of the bedside table, Felicity pulled out a candy bar that she had half eaten, and tossed it in the trash. She then climbed into bed and turned out the lights, settling in for the night. She tilted the tablet towards her, watching the cameras Oliver had placed outside her house. Nothing out of the ordinary, the guards had just changed shifts, and settled into watching for the night. Rewinding the tapes, she watched Sara come in with the pink roses, then leave. Followed by two delivery men from a florist. Frowning, she tagged the name of the company, but watched as Mrs. Allen from next door let them in, turning off her alarm. She sat up and switched to interior camera view watching as one of the men with Mrs. Allen arranged the flowers in her living room, then left. She switched back to the outside view, and saw two men in the van drive away, as Mrs. Allen closed up her house. Felicity sighed. While it wasn't Sara bringing in flowers, Mrs. Allen was the best neighbor and she trusted her.

Clicking off her tablet, Felicity plugged it in, and pulled up the covers falling into a deep sleep thanks to the drugs.

In the trash can next to the candy bar, was a destroyed glass vase and mangled pink roses.


Alice was home. She was home. She looks like an angel.

Slowly he moved out of his hiding place. She had checked every room, every space save the crawl space above her closet. He moved and looked down into her sleeping face. He ran a hand down her smooth, soft skin. He smiled as she moved from his touch.

Mine. My Alice.