AN: Sorry for the long wait! Blame my lack of inspiration, Doctor Who or….whatever. This chapter is a bit shorter, sorry for that. I hope you'll like it anyway.

Providing information was something Felicity could do with her eyes closed. Well, not literally, but metaphorically. She still needed to see the information in order to give it to her husband's men, but it only took her a few hours. Felicity being the diligent person she was, worked through the night and into the wee hours of the morning. At quarter past two a.m. she sent the file she'd put together to her husband and all the men he was going to take with him. They were already at the Triad's base, stalking out the place and making sure that there were no interruptions.

After that they shut down their communication systems and turned off their cell phones. No way would the Triad see them coming just because their IT guys picked up a signal from a strange phone right outside their front door. Of course, this silence only made Felicity worry more than usual. Oliver had told her not to hack into the Triad server, but the temptation was big and almost impossible to handle. However, her dear husband hadn't told her not to hack any cameras in the area.

She was only a few minutes too late. No sign of Oliver or his men outside the big warehouse, only a pile of dead Chinese guys. Apparently the plan was working so far. The suspense was too much for her and Felicity had to shut down the computer and leave her office. Thea found her in the living room pouring herself another glass of red wine.

"What's up, Fliss sis?" the young girl asked and sat down next to her sister in law.

"Please don't ever call me that again! That's like the worst nickname ever!"

Thea grinned and shook her head.

"Speedy is worse, believe me. So…wanna tell me what has you out of your office and away from your computers, getting drunk in my living room?"

"In case you forgot, it's my living room too. And I can't sit in front of my computer waiting for a sign from Oliver and going completely crazy. Wine helps, especially red wine. How do you do this? How do you deal with everything? Being left behind and not being able to be there and help."

"Easy. I wouldn't be of any help if I'd be there. Oliver would be unfocused and couldn't concentrate on finishing the job. And that would only end in him getting hurt. Staying here makes it easier for him and his men, so I gladly do it. But you'll never be able to stop worrying about him. It's a dangerous world out there."

Felicity smiled weakly and hugged the young girl. Hugging her was almost as good as hugging Oliver. Maybe it was a Queen thing. Maybe Queens gave miraculous hugs. She relaxed instantly, all the tension left her body and her mind and she sighed happily.

"Thank you. I think I needed to hear that." She whispered in Thea's ear, gave her one last squeeze and let go. Not one second to soon, as it turns out, because a knock from the door startled both women. There stood Oliver, a little bit bloody and bruised, but alive.

"Hey honey, I'm back. And I brought you a little gift." He said with a half-smile and opened his arms for her to step in and hug him too. She didn't exactly step in, she jumped in and clung to him like a limpet, sobbing into his shoulder but not quite crying.

"I was so worried! You were gone so long and I couldn't find any footage of what happened! Are you okay? Is everybody okay?" she asked, her hands roaming over every inch of his body she could reach. When one of her hands skimmed over his ribcage, he gasped and pulled her hand away. He set her down on the ground, not letting go of her hand, and framed her face with the other one and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm fine, Felicity. All of our men are still alive and I'm fine. My ribs are bruised, but it's nothing serious and should be healed in a couple of days. Until then, I'm going to have a few chats with our special guests in the dungeons."

"My dad…"

"He's alive and well. Okay, he's not exactly well, but he'll live. You can talk to him, when you're ready."

Felicity hesitated, nodded then and pulled at his hand.

"I'll talk to him in a few days. But right now my main concern is you and your health. Come on, Oliver, I'll finally be able to play nurse with you."

The smile that bloomed across his face made her heart beat wildly in her chest and her stomach tighten. What was this man doing to her?

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After she had smeared a salve on his ribs and bandaged his smaller cuts, Felicity sat down cross-legged on the bed next to her husband. Said husband couldn't take his eyes off her, watching her like a hawk with the hunger of a lion. His deep blue eyes burned into hers, searching her face, no, her soul for answers to a question that hadn't been asked. But she was a smart woman and she knew what question it was. Would she hate him, now that his secret was in the open and they were going to talk about it?

"Tell me all about your secret." She whispered and lay down next to him, clinging to his arm and snuggling into his side. Oliver took a deep breath, furrowed his brows and pulled his wife closer to him.

"Nine years ago, at the age of eighteen, I had an affair with a girl from Italy. Helena Bertinelli. She was the daughter of a business partner and two years my junior. Our affair was short and passionate, but we were hot headed teenagers and not exactly careful. She got pregnant, and nine months later our son Jamie was born. Her father was furious, my parents were furious but I was…happy. Jamie was a beautiful boy with the most amazing smile. But our parents were blind of the possibilities and scared of what it might mean. So they started a war. Bertinelli was head of the Italian mob in Starling, you know? I didn't know what to do. I loved my parents and wanted to protect them, but protecting Helena and Jamie was more important in that moment. So I took them and hid them in one of my safe houses. Turns out, my dad knew about it. The war raged three days, and in the end both my parents were dead and so was Helena. My father…he shot her in the head. After he shot me in the shoulder. Bertinelli came and saw what had happened, so he killed my dad and took me and Jamie to his house to take care of us. Mom was killed on her way to my dad's funeral, but that's another story. Anyway, Bertinelli and I agreed that Starling wasn't save for Jamie so he took him to his family in Italy and raised him there. I haven't seen him since I said goodbye to them at the airport, but Frank sends letters and pictures every month to keep me in the loop. One day, when Jamie turns eighteen, we want to tell him the whole truth and let him decide what to do with his life. He can have Bratva, the Italian mob, we really don't care. We just…love him, you know? He's really smart for his age. Already skipped a class in school and he loves cars. Franks says that he's quite the mechanic and even build a few motors and computers himself. One day he'll be a genius, working in a big important company and saving the world."

"What does he look like?"

"He's got his mother's hair….dark brown. But my eyes. Frank says that he's got the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. He's a little short for his age and has a scar on the left side of his lip where he fell from a tree a few months ago. And another one on his right hand because he tried cutting a bread with a knife that was a little bit too sharp. He's a whirlwind. Always running around and doing stuff…breaking stuff. Just like I used to be back in the days."

Felicity smiled at him and put a gentle hand on his cheek.

"I'm very proud of you, Oliver. Thank you for sharing this with me."

They didn't say anything after that, they only cuddled up to each other, clung to each other as if their lives depended on it and tried to control their rabid heartbeats. It was wonderful, something completely new and foreign to both of them. Holding Felicity in his arms was Oliver's new favorite hobby. His life made sense with her there. More sense than it had made with Laurel or Sara or Helena. Even McKenna wasn't anything but a distraction from his ruthless life. Felicity was his salvation. His eyelids grew heavy and he was about to fall asleep. But there was something he desperately wanted to tell Felicity. So he did, with the last of his strength.

"You're it for me, Lis. You're my salvation and my hope. I love you so much."

Then he fell asleep, not noticing the big smile on Felicity's lips and the love burning in her eyes.