Felicity's eyes snapped open and she didn't dare move. She felt strong arms wrapped around her, a leg tangled between hers, and peaceful breathing against her neck. Oliver was in her bed. What in the world had possessed her last night? Asking Oliver Queen to sleep with her? Oh, that's right, she'd almost died. There had been a part of her that needed his touch, that needed the reassurance that he had her back. So that was how they'd gotten here, now the question how did she get out of here? She needed coffee but she didn't want to wake Oliver up since he needed all the decent sleep he could get but man, did she want that coffee. She slowly pulled her legs away until they were at an awkward angle, nearly hanging off. She gently picked his arm up, setting it on the pillow where her head had been mere seconds ago. She sat up, standing up slowly, stopping mid-way when Oliver mumbled before rolling back over and wrapping himself around a pillow.

She crept out of the room, easing the bedroom door shut. She leaned against it for a second, feeling equal parts giddy and terrified. Oliver Queen had slept in her bed. With her. She froze for a moment, struck by how much life had changed in the past week, it was beginning to feel like she was living in Bizarro World. She shook her head, moving away from the door, and making her way into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. She had a coffee pot that she had set on a timer and it had been this knowledge that had pulled her from bed. She grabbed a coffee mug from the cupboard and filled it with the steaming hot liquid. She picked it up, wrapping her fingers around it, and savoring the delicious smell as her eyes fell shut and she took a drink.

"All that work to sneak out of bed for a cup of coffee? It's nice to know where I rank on your list of priorities," Oliver said, startling her.

She nearly sloshed her coffee down the front of her t-shirt but saved it at the last second. "Well, guess who's getting their own cup of coffee on this wonderful morning," she said as she carefully set her cup down. "I didn't want to wake you up."

He smiled while he grabbed a cup from the cupboard, and it threw her for a loop seeing him maneuver around her kitchen with familiarity, like he did this every morning. "I was already awake."

She flushed and turned her back to him, using her coffee as an excuse to hide her face. "You could have let me know that before I made a fool out of myself."

He chuckled, making himself at home at the kitchen table. "I wanted to see how it turned out."

She rolled her eyes as she joined him. They shared a smile and a quiet moment while they each enjoyed their coffee. "You seem cheery this morning," she pointed out.

"I slept good last night." He gave her a look that left no room for doubt that she was the reason he'd slept well.

"Me too," she whispered. "Thank you," she added.

"I know what it feels like after a close call like that. Besides, I'll take any opportunity I can get to be near you," he admitted.

"Oliver—"

"Felicity," he cut her off. "Let me be very clear." He reached across the table, taking her hands in his, staring deep into her eyes. "I love you. I spent five years in hell and when I first got back, I didn't think there was any hope for me to be happy, I didn't think I deserved to be happy. I didn't think that when Tommy died or when my mother died. I only became more convinced that I would never be happy, that I would never have hope." He smiled at her, a blinding and rare one that stole her heart even more. "You changed my mind, you gave me hope, and you still do every day that I'm with you. I'm only sorry that it took me as long to realize it as it did. I will do whatever it takes to keep you in my life and make you happy because I love you and I want you, only you."

Tears had welled up in her eyes and her chest felt like it might explode, in a good way. "Oliver, you do make me happy. Being near you makes me so happy I feel like I have to pinch myself, even when you're being so stubborn I want to throw something at your head. I never wanted to acknowledge these feelings because I didn't want them to get in the way of all the good we do together but last night, more than anything, made me realize how wrong I was. I used to think my feelings, our feelings, didn't matter, but I was wrong. I love you, Oliver, and I'm sick of hiding it, I'm sick of worrying about what could happen if we act on our feelings or what could go wrong. I love you and at the end of the day that's all that matters." She was rewarded with one of her favorite things in the world, if not her absolute favorite, an Oliver Queen grin.

"So you're all-in, then?" He asked, hopeful.

She leaned across the table. "You're stuck with me now, Queen." She placed a kiss on his lips that was sweet and chaste but still managed to set her body on fire. "So what now?" She asked after she finally managed to pull away from him.

"Now we find Shepard and Tockman and put an end to this nightmare."

She couldn't agree more.

It had been a week since he'd woken up in Felicity's bed, a glorious week where he'd truly enjoyed letting his guard down and getting to know Felicity in a different way. They'd agreed to take things slowly and he was happy that way, beyond just being with her. He was happier than he'd been since—well, ever. Simply knowing he could touch her or kiss her whenever he wanted was enough to make him feel like he was walking on air, a very strange feeling for him.

"I've got to say, Oliver, seeing you this happy is great," Dig told him while they hid outside a building they thought Frank Shepard was hiding out.

"Really? 'Cause it's wigging me out," Roy offered his opinion that nobody had asked for. "I've seen you smile more this last week than the entire time I've known you and it's kind of creepy. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you guys and Felicity is an awesome girl but you're downright chipper. I'm starting to think someone kidnapped the real you and replaced you with this weird, smiling person pretending to be you."

"Like Invasion of the Body Snatchers," Dig said, chuckling.

"Invasion of the what?" Roy asked. He shook his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Is that why all three of you had to go to watch a building Shepard might be in? So you could give Oliver a hard time?" Felicity's voice rang out through their comms.

"I'm just expressing a concern that my friend may have been kidnapped and replaced by whatever the hell Diggle is talking about," Roy told her sincerely.

"Roy Harper, so help me God, if you—"

"You don't have to finish that sentence. I'm done. " The words rushed out of him, making Dig chuckle and Oliver sigh.

"That's what I thought."

"Head back in the game, we've got movement at the front door," Dig said, back to business.

"I see him. Roy, head down there and keep an eye on the door. Last thing we need is a bunch of lowlifes joining this fight." Roy nodded and made his way down to the street. "Dig, take the other side. I'll take him head on."

Oliver climbed down the fire escape where he'd been perched, dropping silently to the street and using the shadows to hide as he waited for Shepard to walk away from the man he was talking to. Shepard nodded his head, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He laughed belligerently and stumbled away from the man who was going back inside the bar. Shepard swayed across the road and Oliver stuck a bolo arrow in the quiver, aiming for Shepard's legs, and released it, sending him crashing to the pavement.

Shepard's cursing got louder the closer Oliver got to him and Oliver ignored him, turning his comm on. "Felicity, we got him. Call the SCPD—"

Oliver hadn't been paying attention and therefore hadn't noticed that Shepard had pulled a pistol out of his jacket and was aiming directly at him.

"Oliver!" Roy yelled as he ran over to him. Oliver had no time to react as Shepard smiled at him behind the muzzle of his gun.

"Screw you, Arrow," Shepard said as he moved to pull the trigger.

BANG!

Oliver heard the gun go off but instead of taking the bullet to the chest, like he should have, he found himself sprawled on the pavement. Confused, he pushed himself to his feet as Dig knocked Shepard out and took the gun from his hand.

"Oliver! Answer me! Are you ok? Oliver!" Felicity's panicked voice screeched through the comm.

He didn't answer as he caught sight of Roy on the pavement, blood pooling beneath him. "Roy!" Oliver slid into the ground next to him, putting pressure on the bullet wound in his chest, blood welling up over Oliver's hands. "Stay with me, Roy. Stay with me."

"I've got this. Get out of here and meet us at the hospital," Dig told him as sirens started to ring out, getting louder with every second.

"I'm not leaving," he replied through gritted teeth. Dig's hand touched his shoulder lightly.

"Oliver, you can't go to the hospital dressed like that. Go back to the lair, get Felicity and meet us at the hospital. Go!" Oliver spared one last look at a pale Roy before he cursed and got to his feet, taking off at a run towards his bike while Dig took his place putting pressure on Roy's wound.

It took eight hours of surgery before the doctor came out to talk them. Oliver and Felicity had managed to convince Dig to go home around hour five and Felicity had curled up in her chair, head tucked in under Oliver's arm, and fallen asleep around hour seven.

She bolted out of her chair, wide awake, when the doctor came over to speak to them. "How is he?"

"He lost a lot of blood and the bullet nicked his lung. We came close to losing him a few times in surgery but he pulled through. He's still critical and he'll remain in the ICU for the night but he's stabilized and we expect him to make a full recovery in time."

"Can we go in to see him?" Oliver asked.

"He's in recovery. I suggest you come back tomorrow afternoon, he should be able to see people then."

He could tell Felicity wanted to argue but she chose instead to nod her head wearily. Oliver put his arm around her shoulder and they made their way out to the parking garage, both of them far too exhausted to talk. Oliver took the keys for her car, opening the passenger door for her.

The entire drive back to her place, Oliver couldn't shake the image of Roy bleeding out on the pavement from his mind.

"It's not your fault, Oliver," Felicity said as they pulled into her driveway.

"If I'd been paying attention or if it had occurred to me that he would have a gun—"

"Stop," she said forcefully, slipping her hand into his. "Don't play the what-if game, it won't do you any good. Roy made a choice, he jumped in front of that bullet to save you, just like you would have done for him. Don't cheapen what he did by blaming yourself."

That was something that was easier said than done. He didn't want people to give up their lives to save his, he didn't want to put these people at risk, even though he knew in the end it was their decision. He looked at Felicity, whose blue eyes were shining bright with concern, and he was struck by the fear that he might lose her someday or that she could lose him. He brushed an errant piece of blonde hair that had come out of her ponytail back behind her ear, placing a light kiss on her forehead. "Let's go try to get some sleep before we go back to check on him."

Two days later, Felicity entered the hospital after finishing work. Oliver and Dig were heading to the lair to train and she wanted to come check up on Roy. He'd been moved out of ICU but he'd spent most of the last two days floating in and out of consciousness. Even though he wasn't alert, she still didn't want to leave him alone. He was family.

She rounded the corner to his room and almost slammed into a petite brunette who was just closing the door to his room. "Sorry!" She exclaimed before she froze in place. "Thea?"

The youngest Queen regarded her with wary eyes. "You're Felicity, aren't you? Oliver's assistant?"

Unsure of what to say, she nodded.

"What are you doing here?" She asked before she put her hand up. "You know what, I don't want to know. I'm sure it'll be lies anyway."

"You came back to check on him," Felicity stated.

Thea looked back over her shoulder towards Roy's room. "I just wanted to see for myself that he was alive."

"You still love him," she pointed out.

Thea narrowed her eyes. "He's a liar, just like my brother."

"Doesn't mean you don't love him."

Thea snorted bitterly. "But it does mean that I have no room for him in my life." She pulled her purse close to her. "Don't tell my brother or Roy I was here."

Felicity shook her head. "You know I can't do that."

"Go figure I run into the only person who won't lie," she sighed. "I'm not coming back. You can tell them that."

"Roy's been looking for you since you left, he's worried."

"He should have thought about that before he lied to me," she snapped. "Tell them I'm fine, that I'm off living some happy little life, tell them whatever you want, I don't care." She brushed past Felicity, strutting down the hallway.

"They miss you, Thea," she called after her.

She paused but soon resumed walking, her pace speeding up. Felicity watched her disappear around the corner, shaking her head. If she hadn't been worried about Thea before, she was now. Something was very different about her, darker almost. She was definitely not looking forward to telling Oliver about this conversation.

She pushed Thea from her mind and opened the door to Roy's room, surprised to find him awake. Hope came across his face when he heard the door open but it quickly disappeared when he saw it was Felicity. "I thought I heard-" he trailed off."

Felicity thought about not telling him but he had a right to know, so she nodded, saying,"She was here, Roy. She came to check on you."

He tried to sit up, grunting in pain. "I have to see her, I can't let her leave without telling—"

Felicity walked over to the bed, standing over it. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"I have to see her, Felicity," he told her, desperation in his voice.

"She's already gone. The only thing you're going to do is hurt yourself more," she chided him gently.

He stopped trying to move but the look on his face broke her heart. "She's not coming back, is she?" He asked after a long silence.

"I don't know, Roy," she told him honestly. "She loves you but she's hurting right now. It might be awhile before she comes around."

"If she ever does," he finished her unspoken thought.

The sadness on his face killed her. "Look, Roy, I know you miss Thea and that you just got shot but I'm not going to stand around and let you wallow in self-pity." His jaw clenched but he didn't say anything. "You're a good man, Roy. You saved Oliver's life almost at the cost of your own, you're a hero and you should remember that. Plus, the bright side of taking a bullet for Oliver means he owes you and I know you'll enjoy milking that for a while."

The right side of his mouth ticked up in a partial smile. "You have a point." He grabbed her hand, squeezing it once before letting go. "Thanks, Felicity."

"You're the little brother I never wanted, Roy, it's my job to make you feel better. We've got to have each other's back but God help me if you jump in front of another bullet, even if it is for Oliver. We're family, we all need each other, so try not to get yourself killed from now on because I'm getting real sick of hospital visits."

He smiled and started to say something when the tv caught his attention. He grabbed the remote, turning it up and at the sound of her name, she whipped towards it. There was a picture of her curled up next to Oliver in the hospital waiting room, sleeping, on the evening news.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered.

There have long been rumors around Queen Consolidated that Oliver Queen was romantically involved with his Executive Assistant, Felicity Smoak and we've acquired pictures of the two that seem to confirm those long-standing rumors. These pictures were obtained while Mr. Queen and Miss Smoak accompanied a yet-unnamed friend, who was shot during a mugging gone wrong, to the hospital. A rep for Queen Consolidated said they do not comment on the personal life of their C.E.O. after we reached out for a statement.

Roy turned the volume back down while Felicity stared at the tv, mouth hanging open in shock. "Why would someone take pictures of us while we were in the hospital? I didn't even see anyone take that picture."

"My guess is that this is just the beginning. One of the perks of dating a celebrity," Roy teased, earning him a glare.

"I better go call Oliver, see if he's seen this yet. I'll come back tomorrow after work."

"Have fun," he called after her while she walked out of the room.

She made her way out to the parking garage, heading for her car, phone propped up against her ear as she dug for her car keys. Oliver finally picked up the second time she tried calling him. "Have you seen the news?" she asked without preamble.

His silence confirmed that he had and she climbed into her car with a huff. "I ran into Thea when I was going to see Roy."

"You saw Thea?" He asked in disbelief. "Is she back to stay? Is she still at the hospital?"

"No, she's already gone. I doubt she's even in the city anymore. We can talk about it more after I get back to the lair, I'm on my way now."

"Dig and I just left to go check out a lead on Tockman. We shouldn't be gone too long."

She forgot about Thea and her irritation with the pictures, her stomach churning while she thought of Roy laying in the hospital. "Be careful, okay?"

"Always," he said, hanging up before she could point out that hadn't been the case the other night.

Though, she could admit she hoped they caught Tockman soon, she was sick of that worry lingering in her mind and it had only grown since Roy had been shot. They'd come close to losing one of the team and it was a startling reminder of the life and death stakes they dealt with on a nearly daily basis. Sometimes she wished Sara was still around, even if it was only for the added protection that she gave the guys while they were off saving the city. Team Arrow could use a dose of estrogen because even though she enjoyed being the only girl around most of the time, there were occasions where the testosterone was a little much.

She parked her car in its usual place, climbing out, and shoving her hand in her jacket pocket so it was wrapped around the taser. She walked into the building, heading down the stairs, and made her way over to her chair. She shrugged her jacket off, draping it over the back of the chair, and hit a button on the computer to wake it back up.

Every electronic in the room beeped loudly at her, scaring her. She screamed, once, her hand quickly flying up to her mouth when she saw every computer monitor in the lair was lit up with the same message.

I'm coming for you Felicity.

It had to be Tockman. He was the only one who could hack into her system, though he shouldn't have been able to. Obviously, the added security protocols she'd added to the system after he escaped was not enough. Her hands frantically dug through her jacket pocket, searching for her phone and the taser. She gasped when the room was plunged into darkness, every electronic sizzling after power had surged through them, once again destroying her system.

"You and I have unfinished business, Felicity Smoak."

She turned around slowly, silently praying the guys showed up soon, and she came face to face with The Clock King. Felicity backed up into the chair as Tockman stepped into the light, smiling at her. "I've been waiting for this since our last meeting."

"I guess you have to pass the time in Iron Heights some way," she blurted before she could think better of it.

Instead of the anger she expected, his smile grew and he took another step towards her. "You're right and what better way to do that than to spend the time plotting my revenge."

"You sure did a bang-up job. Both Sophia and Shepard are locked up, I guarantee that you won't get away with this."

He waved his hand, showing that he couldn't care less about the people who had helped him escape. "They served their purpose, though I will admit things did not go as planned. That witch wasn't supposed to get her hands on you before I did but you took care of that for me or should I say your boyfriend did?" He ran his hand lightly across one of Oliver's training dummies, then across a table, then a chair, touching everything as he moved closer to her. "It was quite funny how everything worked out after my sister died, which was when I became consumed with digging up every single bit of information I could about your life. Of course, I had to use my outside contacts since I was rotting inside that hell they call Iron Heights. I had planned to use the information to destroy you once I got out and then fate dropped Frank Shepard into cell, raging about the Arrow and Felicity Smoak." He had stopped three feet away from her, falling eerily calm. "So I used my information to buy my escape. It didn't really matter though because my sister was already dead," he spit venomously, his arm flying and sending a computer monitor crashing to the floor. "All I wanted to do was save her life and you ruined that!"

He ran at her and she ducked to her left, scrambling across the floor.

BANG!

She instinctively covered her head, waiting for the pain to start but a cursory glance showed that she hadn't been hit. She looked over and saw Tockman writhing on the ground, clutching his leg, cursing. She looked up, expecting to find Oliver and Dig but it wasn't him running over to her, gun in his hand. "Dad?" She exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

He came over to her, unconcerned with the injured Clock King, and offered her his hand, pulling her back up to her feet. "I was checking up on you."

"Good timing. Which means I'm not going to ask how long you've known where this place is." She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he's most likely known for a while.

He smiled at her. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I heard about Shepard shooting your friend and I became concerned."

"He's going to be okay. Me too, thanks to you."

He squeezed her shoulder. "I can't let Oliver save you every time you're in danger. I have twenty years to make up for."

She couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, this is a good start."

"I get the feeling I'll have plenty of opportunities to save your-" He stopped talking, a strange look on his face as he looked down at his chest, fingertips coming away blood-soaked. She watched twin spots of red bloom on his white shirt as he paled.

"Dad?" She said, panicked, as he fell to his knees. Tockman was lying on the floor, gun pointed at her. She hadn't even heard it go off. Her senses kicked in and she was about to drop to the floor when Oliver came in, kicking his hand and sending the gun flying before doing the same to his face, knocking him out cold. She fell to the floor, cradling her father's head in her lap. "It's going to be okay. We're going to get you help, you're going to be okay."

He smiled at her, squeezing her hand weakly. "I'm sorry, Felicity. I'm sorry for everything."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "You can apologize later, when you're okay."

"Felicity," he said sadly. "There isn't going to be a later." He flinched and coughed weakly, blood sputtering out. "You need to know that I love you. I made a lot of misguided decisions but I just wanted to keep you safe from all of this. You and your mom were my world, I should have stayed or I should have come back. I should have done lots of things differently."

She shook her head vehemently. "Don't worry about it, okay? You can apologize later-"

Another wet cough wracked his chest. "Just remember that I love you, Felicity."

"I love you, too, Dad," she sobbed.

He smiled, mumbling, "That's my girl." His eyes slid shut and she knew he was gone.

They held the funeral a week later in Central City. Oliver had accompanied her, and Dig had offered but she told him to stay home with Lyla. Roy had only gotten out of the hospital a couple of days ago and was still bedridden, otherwise she knew he would have offered to come along too.

It was a short and sweet service for a man she didn't know, filled with people she didn't know. Honestly, she didn't pay much attention to it while she stood next to Oliver, his hand rubbing her back comfortingly. They'd been inseparable for the past week while she mourned the man she never got a chance to know. She hadn't expected his death to hit her as hard as it did and she suspected it was because he'd died in her arms moments after saving her life. Even though the time they'd spent together had been tumultuous, she was happy they'd managed to be in each other's lives for even a brief time. In the end, he'd lost his life saving hers, something she would never forget and would be forever grateful for.

It wasn't until people started moving away from the grave that she realized the service was over. She looked up in time to see Owen walking over to her. "Could I talk to you alone for a minute?" Oliver looked at her, silently asking if that was what she wanted.

She nodded. "It's fine. I'll meet you at the car." She tugged her jacket closed, a chill settling in her bones. "I'm sorry, Owen. He was your father more than he was mine."

"I owe him a lot," he told her.

"He saved my life. He died because he saved my life."

"I know. Don't beat yourself up about it, I can't imagine any other way that he'd want to go out." Owen pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, handing it to her.

"What's this?" She asked as she took it, unfolding it and reading it. Her mouth dropped with every sentence she read. "Are you serious? Is this for real?"

He smiled, nodding. "Two million dollars in a Cayman Island bank account under your name."

"How?" She asked, mystified, staring at the paper that detailed her new bank account.

"Second-in-command mobsters make good money. It also helps when you've been skimming off the top for two decades."

"So not only is this mob money, it's stolen mob money?" She was torn between shoving the paper in her purse and burning it, getting rid of any evidence that could get her killed or arrested. "I can't take this," she finally said, reluctantly. "You take it. Like I said, he was more your father than mine." She tried to hand it back but he refused to uncross his arms.

"I have my own account that he set up for me. That's yours, Felicity."

She stared at the paper in her hand, torn. "If you don't take it, I'm going to donate it all to charity."

Owen cracked up, laughing so loudly people were turning to stare. "I didn't believe him but the letter explaining the accounts said that was probably what you were going to do with it. Donate it if you want, all he asked was for you to keep enough that you didn't have to worry about money. He just wanted the best for you."

She folded the paper back up, shaking her head. "I'll think about it for a bit, see how I feel after a little while." She readjusted the strap on her purse, shoving her cold hands in the pockets of her jacket. "What about you? What are you going to do now that you don't have to follow him around?"

He grinned. "Actually, I was planning on moving to Starling City. I've always enjoyed the time I spent there over the years. There's nothing left for me here and I met someone there."

"You met someone?"

He nodded. "At that fundraiser, actually. Before shit hit the fan. She was on a date but he drank too much and I ended up helping her put him in a cab. We've hung out a few times and talked nearly everyday since."

"What's the name of this lucky lady?"

"Laurel Lance. She works for the district attorney."

This time it was Felicity's turn to laugh loud enough to draw stares.

Owen gave her a funny look. "What?"

She smiled up at him. "Nothing. I'm just always surprised by what a small world it actually is. She's a great girl, just be careful. She has some friends you don't want to get on the wrong side of." She looked over her shoulder towards Oliver, who was leaning against the car, watching them intensely.

Owen groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."

Felicity chuckled, reaching up to pat his shoulder. "I told you, it's a small world. You'll be okay, as long as you don't screw things up too bad."

Owen rolled his eyes but his smile told her he couldn't care less about Oliver. "I guess I'll be seeing you around then, dear cousin of mine."

She wasn't going to tell him that it made her happy to know she had a family member close by, even if she didn't know him. They would change that if she had anything to say about it. If there was a lesson to be learned from all of this, it was to cherish those around you before it was too late. That was a mistake she wasn't going to make again. "I'll see you around, Owen. Take care of yourself." They shared a final, bittersweet smile before she made her way back over to Oliver.

"What did he want?"

"Oh, you know, just letting me know that I'm now a millionaire, apparently." She handed him the paper, fully enjoying watching his mouth drop open in shock.

"What are you going to do with it?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I honestly don't know. I might keep a little for myself, donate the rest. I'll sleep on it and then make a decision. Though, this does mean I don't have to work anymore, I could quit, not be your secretary anymore."

She swore he pouted for a second. "You don't really mean that."

"Of course not. You'd be completely lost in that office building if it wasn't for me."

"I'm not going to argue with that. So did Owen have anything else to say?"

"Only that he's been getting pretty close to Laurel since the fundraiser and he's moving to Starling City."

"So what you're saying is that he's not going away anytime soon?" Oliver said, sighing.

"Nope. He is my cousin after all, you're going to have to learn to play nice."

She saw a flash of surprise in his eyes before it was gone. "I can play nice, I just didn't realize that you could," he teased.

She looked over to a somber Owen climbing into a town car. "He doesn't have anyone else. He just lost the only person he had in the world, the man who raised him. He's family, we need to look out for each other." It was basically the same thing she had told Roy while he was in the hospital. "My father did the best he could for Owen. Between that and saving my life, I think it more than makes up for leaving when I was a kid."

Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "So what now?"

"Now we ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Oliver raised an eyebrow and she grinned. "Wait, I forgot, that's not our life. I guess we'll just have to settle for saving the city again," she said, sighing dramatically.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Maybe once or twice but I don't think I'll ever get sick of hearing it." Standing here with this man, she felt more at peace than she had ever felt in her life. Even with all of the craziness and danger and sadness and death that was in their lives, she truly felt that everything was going to be okay as long as she had Oliver at her side.

The blue eyes that always felt like they could see straight through her soul looked at her with pure adoration. "I love you, Felicity Meghan Smoak."

"And I love you, Oliver Jonas Queen." She leaned up to kiss him.

Yep, everything was going to be just fine.

A/N- I just wanted to thank everyone that has faved, followed, reviewed, and simply read this fanfic. A special thank you to those that reviewed every single chapter diligently (You know who you are) You guys are the best! :) I had to write this story because Olicity makes you want to yell your love for them from the rooftops, or is that just me? Ever since I started watching Arrow, I haven't been able to stop fangirling and this has been the best way to pass (most) of the hiatus until new episodes arrive. I started this as way to express my love for Arrow and Olicity and by the end of it, I've renewed my love for writing, in large part thanks to all of you :) I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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