"C'mon, people, we have a game to watch!" Roy whined, when Oliver and Felicity appeared from the stairs. He was sitting in front of a big flat screen, with Diggle, Lyla and Andrew. Thea was coming from the kitchen with Connor, carrying bowls of sweets and popcorn.

"Oh, let me help you!" Felicity said, moving quickly towards Connor. She grabbed the big bowl from his hands while the boy pouted at his sudden empty hands.

"Fiss!" Connor whined.

Felicity laughed, by stepping around her step-son with more velocity than her big belly was ready for. She felt the bowl slip from her fingers when her belly touched it and with a quick movement tried to grab it again. She bended over, with a sudden movement. The pain was sharp and made her strain back, against Oliver's arms, that were already extended to go and grab her.

"Felicity!" there was a collective scream and everyone ran towards her, seeing her pale and sweaty face.

Felicity had her eyes closed, her back against Oliver's chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I don't know… My belly hurts, Oliver…" she whispered, too afraid to speak out loud.

Oliver cursed harshly under his breath and grabbed her, bridal-style, against his chest.

"We are going to the hospital!" he announced. Felicity's lack of refusal about the hospital was enough to tell him how worried she was.

"I'll drive you!" Diggle offered, already running towards the front door.

"We will go right after you!" Thea said, right before Oliver disappeared behind the front door with his wife.

"It's my fault…" Connor said softly, when they sat in the waiting room, his hands between his knees and his eyes downcast.

"What?" Thea replied, shocked. She rose from her plastic chair and kneeled in front of her nephew. "Don't you dare think like that! It was an accident! Felicity is strong…" Thea didn't want to say that everything would be alright, but she was sure the boy had nothing to be guilty of.

"If I hadn't tried to grab the bowl she wouldn't have moved like that!" he continued stubbornly.

"Connor, I've known Felicity for years now, and believe me, if she was here, she would be the first to smack you the head for saying stuff like that. She would be sad if she saw you like this…" Thea said, grabbing his hands and rubbing Connor's knuckles. "She is a hero, don't you forget that!"

Thea felt her heart tug painfully inside her chest. For the last four, almost five years, she regarded the blonde woman as a sister, a confident, a friend. Feeling the worry from her family about her sister-in-law made her remember a dark time, when she was not the real Thea.

"Does it feel like dejá-vu for you too?" Felicity said, when she entered the lair.

Thea was handcuffed to an iron bar on the wall, letting her move around the makeshift bed and food over a table.

Diggle looked at her, confused. It was his time to be guard of the young woman and he was finding it hard to follow Felicity's quick brain.

"Well, first we had Roy… I know he was unconscious and all, but it still feel like dejá-vu…" Felicity explained and Diggle's forehead smoothed in understanding.

Thea was observing them from half-rose lids. They would believe her asleep if they weren't who they were. Felicity, especially, learned during the last months how Oliver looked while feigning sleep and she had to confess his sister was much like him in that regard. She hoped she was like him in others as well… like, not killing people, worrying about family, trying to trust in love again… Yup, she really hoped it was a Queen trait… and even if Thea had another half to worry about she hoped it would be enough, since she recalled how Tommy Merlyn was and wishing on the girl the same strength of character as her other brother.

When Oliver arrived a minute later, taking his tie from around his neck with an impatient tug, he approached his sister. He pulled a chair to sit in front of her, out of reach for safety measures. He hated it, but after Thea tried to attack Diggle when he had his back turned on her, they realized they had to be cautious.

"How are you?" he asked, and Thea opened her eyes fully and regarded him in silence. "Do you need anything else? We can get you some other kind of food if you want…" he tried telling her, but Thea was ignoring him all the way, following the rest of the team's movements: Felicity's fingers on the board and Diggle's hands cleaning his guns.

When Roy appeared, shedding his wet hoodie, he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met the ones of his former-girlfriend. It took him some control to take his eyes away and walk towards Felicity.

"Anything for us to do?" he asked and Felicity shook her head.

"Apparently you are lucky… It's pouring outside!" Felicity commented, taking Roy's hoodie and putting against the ventilator system for it to dry quicker. "Now, go change into something warmer!" she commanded with an extended finger.

"Yes, mom…" Roy said, rolling his eyes, but walking towards the lockers nonetheless.

Thea caught the sudden smile in her brother's face and frowned. It was not a fake-smile like the ones he was so fond of using, it was not a smug one liked the ones he used to get out of things, and it was not the worried one whenever he looked at her, not sure if he was happy she was there or not. It was a pure bliss smile, like that blonde hurricane of a woman that was now making some hot tea for the rest of the team, was his guiding light in the middle of a storm.

Thea could recall Malcolm's words while training her. How he used Moira and Oliver's secrets to taunt her, to angry her and finally to make her trust him. Because Malcolm Merlyn never lied to her… But he never cared deeply for her like she saw Felicity do for the team. It was not the first time she noticed how the woman used small tricks to make the guys' life easier. Thea would feign sleep and observe her. How she kept their clothes tidy in case they had to change quickly, how she kept the mats taken care of and how she always had a warm meal for them, no matter if it was 7 p.m. or 4 a.m. She started connecting the woman with the fairy-tales she used to read as a child, with the fairy godmothers running around the troubled heroes and helping them in their demands.

"Do you want some?"

Thea was brought from her thoughts by a sudden voice in front of her. She was so far away she didn't notice Felicity's approaching her with a cup of fuming tea.

"It's Marrakesh… Oliver's favorite…" she said, shrugging her shoulders in doubt.

"So, you don't think I'm going to grab it and send it against your face, burning you?" Thea replied in a sarcastic tone.

"No…" Felicity answered in a shocked tone like it could never go through her mind.

"I don't like tea." Thea said simply and Oliver sighed knowing it as a lie.

"Okay…" Felicity stated nonplussed and returned to the table where a delicate teapot rested, surrounded by different teacups. One with a green pattern, another with blue, one in red and the last in yellow. Felicity put the purple one she was holding over the table, like she was expecting Thea to change her mind and grabbed the yellow one, sipping contently. It was a strange sigh, the delicate things between big strong hands, but still unbroken, a bit like the blonde woman in the midst of the calloused men of the team.

Oliver approached Felicity and put his hand over her shoulder to whisper something in her ear. Her eyes shone with excitement and she clapped her hands.

"Oh, and the red velvet too!" she squealed and the other two men looked at the couple in confusion.

"Oliver just promised me cupcakes next time!" she explained. "Maybe some scones and we could start a 5 o'clock tea group!"

Thea snorted under her breathe making the group in front of her look at her. She hide it under a cough, but it didn't fool anyone.

Felicity's charm was starting the attack.

"You know, one day when she was sick, your dad got in a kind of accident… she was so worried for him she took care of Oliver instead of worrying about herself…" Thea suddenly started telling, omitting parts like her imprisonment and what kind of accident Oliver really had.

It had been four months since they got Thea back.

She was still prisoner in the lair, always under surveillance either through the cameras put together by Felicity or by the member of the team in charge of being with her. She was never left alone through a careful schedule drawn by Felicity.

And everything was going kind of smooth… if you count Thea not trying to kill any member of the team as smooth… She even accepted Felicity's coffee once, so they saw that as an improvement. Oliver would sit in his chair speaking with her, even if she didn't answered back. He would tell her of his past, some of the things that happened on the island, others that his team went through and sometimes, when he was feeling down, he would recall some episodes from their childhood.

Felicity liked to sit quietly in a corner, hearing his soothing voice lull her to sleep, until Roy or Diggle came down and shook her, telling her to take Oliver home.

Thea was still keeping her distance, she wouldn't let anyone touch her and her answers would always be sarcastic or short. Until a fated night.

She was watching Felicity type furiously in her computer, while giving the team directions around a place they were invading that was thought to be a human traffic market. She could see the tension in the other woman's shoulder, and her pale and sweaty face and not for the first time she wondered how long Felicity would endure until she passed out. It was clear she was sick, but still, her mind raced and her fingers followed quickly and Thea wondered how dangerous the mission was. And then she saw Felicity jump and start yelling.

"Get out of there! You triggered some kind of explosive... I'm receiving info about the radio waves… I'm trying to…" and then Felicity jumped again, wincing and grabbing her right ear where Thea knew she used her communicator.

"Oliver! Dig! Roy!" she yelled and Thea rose from her bed. If Felicity was pale before, now she looked like a dead body. She swayed in place and grabbed the table for support. "Oh thank god…" she whispered, probably hearing an answer that escaped Thea. "And Oliver? Did the explosion hurt him badly? Oh good… yes, I will be waiting…" she said and then took out her earpiece and started walking around the place, arranging painkillers, bandages, disinfectant, needle and thread.

Thea kept a close look on the woman, until the rest of the team appeared, Diggle and Roy under each of Oliver's arms, helping him walk and almost dragging him.

"He got hit on the head, there's a lot of blood oozing from it, some bruised ribs and a few burn marks…" Diggle counted and started immediately working on the head injury. "We should sedate him…" Dig said and Oliver tried to smack him away, but failed. "Yeah, he is still out of it, sedation it is…"

Quicker than anyone thought possible, Felicity grabbed a syringe and stoke it against his neck. Dig and Roy were left with surprised expressions on their faces, while Oliver fell asleep.

"What? I'm kind of a pro when it comes to stick needles in people's necks…" she said, shrugging her shoulder, while starting to take care of the burns.

Roy was cutting bandages and reaching whatever they needed, while Thea observed with fascination that well-oiled machine. It was like they could hear each other's thoughts.

When Diggle stepped back and Felicity finished her job, they all sighed.

"I know, I know…" Diggle said when Felicity sent him daggers. "We will buy an MRI machine and X-Rays too…" and the woman smiled.

Roy yawned openly and Dig sighed, cracking his back.

"Damn, I'm getting old…" he said and Felicity chuckled.

"Go home…" she said, grabbing the two men's arms and pushing them towards the exit.

"Are you sure?" Roy asked and Felicity nodded.

"Go have some rest. You didn't sleep last night either, both of you! I know, so don't try to deny it!" she said and the men walked out, with smiles on their faces.

Felicity went back towards the lockers to grab a quilt and put it over Oliver's body. She touched his cheek softly and kissed him on the lips, before going back to her computers.

Thea was speechless. She just saw the team in action, not fighting, but saving and helping another member, probably a normal occurrence for all of them. Thea felt a pang of loneliness in her chest when she remembered how Malcolm used to prowl on her insecurities making him the only available person to help her.

For the next two hours, she observed Felicity type, organizing some prints and making some improvements in her databases. However, when she tried to get up, her eyes widen and she grabbed the table to steady herself.

"Is the floor moving for you too?" she asked Thea and the younger woman rose from her sitting position. Felicity took her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

"You are kind of green…" Thea said, not unkindly.

She saw Felicity walk, unbalanced, towards the med table were the medications where and then, her knees buckled and she staggered on the floor.

Thea jumped towards Felicity, being able of grabbing her arm and pulling her towards her "prison".

"Hey, wake up!" she said, while trying to slap the woman, but she kept her eyes closed. Eyeing around, she noticed the water bottle near her bed and the bed itself. Pulling Felicity she put her over her bed and grabbed the cool water. Using the pillow case she poured the water over it and put the cloth over Felicity's burning forehead.

"What is going on?" she heard a voice say from behind her and she turn around to see her brother standing there with an awed expression in his face.

"Your girlfriend is sick. She has a fever and she passed out…" Thea said, while trying to clean the sweat from Felicity's face.

Oliver closed the distance between them to assess the situation. Going back towards the med table he grabbed a few pills and a glass of water and brought it back to Felicity.

"Hey… Felicity… wake up… you need to take it!" he tried to rouse her, but the only thing he got was a low rumble, until she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the two heads hovering.

"Hi!" she waved, trying to be chirpy and the two siblings rolled their eyes.

Oliver helped her sit down and take the pills with the water.

"Thank you, Thea…" Felicity said suddenly, when Oliver accepted the glass back.

"I just didn't want you filling up that empty space on the floor, it clashed with the decoration of this place." Thea replied, without looking her in the eyes.

Felicity smiled and rose with the help of Oliver.

"Maybe we should go home…" Oliver said, but he looked towards Thea, a fight appearing in his eyes.

Felicity sighed and squeezed his hands and Oliver made his choice.

"Have a good night, Thea…" he whispered, kissing her hair and for the first time in almost two years she felt her eyes prickle and had to breathe deeply to stop the tears from falling.

"Good night, Oliver… Felicity…" she whispered, before turning back and slipping into her bed.

Felicity smiled sleepily at Oliver and he nodded back, with renewed hope in his eyes.

"So, Felicity, after taking care of your father's injury, because of his fall from the roof, tried to walk away and suddenly asked me if the floor was moving for me too… She was so worried about him, she completely forgot she was sick and while taking care of him she exhausted herself…" they all laughed and Connor smiled a bit.

When Oliver appeared with a flushed Felicity, they all rose to hear the news.

"It was a pulled muscle…" she said somewhat embarrassed.

"You don't have to feel ashamed. Now you have to worry for three, if you minimized it and it was something worse then you should feel that way!" Lyla stated, with a no-nonsense voice. Felicity looked grateful at her and smiled softly.

"Let's go home…" Felicity proposed and they all returned to the Queen mansion, much more relieved than two hours ago.