A/N: I'd like to thank Google Translate. That is all. Enjoy the chapter ;)

It was early in the morning when Felicity forced herself to leave her office finally. Well, she had convinced herself, but the whole action of getting up and moving was proving to be difficult. She kept staring off into the distance. Thinking that she may have just saw what the Bratva had on The Depot and possibly knew their intentions and Michaels took it all away from her, and maybe that shouldn't have been a thing? Maybe she should have lurked around on it collecting enough information that she could figure things out on her own research.

A warm grip on her shoulder brought her back to reality and she turned in her chair. Oliver.

She looked at him with a blank face.

The slept together, but had no responsibilities towards each other, so what the hell was he doing? Did he want more? Was he waiting for her to leave?

"Are you okay? You've been staring off into nothing for the past twenty minutes." His hand moved from her shoulder as he now stood over her chair. She abruptly got up making a face at him as she began shuffling about her papers and stuff she needed to put into her bag to go home. She just needed to go home. She could have a bubble bath and tea and something to make her forget that The Depot and Bratva were possibly doing some mind control shit. She didn't need whatever Oliver's shit was right now.

He stopped her hands again and spoke softly, "You know what was on those files, don't you?" It sounded more like a statement then a question. He was so close to her and was still touching her hands softer now. Does he think he has some power over her now? He never would be this personal with her at work, but then again it was two in the morning. What was he even still doing here?

He pulled her head up to look at him. His blue eyes filled with concern. "Felicity, what is it?"

Her mouth parted to tell him everything, but she stopped herself. She was going to tell him the half truth, "Michaels took it off of me. Made me put it on a server to Langley and delete it all from my computer. I have pretty high security clearance...she took it all because there's something she doesn't want known."

He frowned as he removed his hands from her face. He stepped away from Felicity rubbing his hands over his face. "Did you see anything on it?"

She focused on packing her bag and shutting anything off that didn't need to be left on. Refusing to answer him. Knowing he knew she knew something.

"Protivozachatochnaya vaktsina," he spoke in thick Russian.

She nodded agreeing with what he had said. Mind control vaccine.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. It was such a bizarre thing for him to change the subject to that.

"I uh, just kind of want to go home and never think of anything again…"

He drove her home and she must've fallen asleep at some point because she woke up to being placed on her bed. She saw his shadow go into her bathroom as she forced herself to sit up and remove herself from her dress clothes.

She was in her MIT sweatshirt and shorts when he returned with a warm cloth. He approached her and began gently wiping her face free of makeup. She couldn't believe this was Oliver Queen before her being so gentle and kind.

No words were spoken as she let him tuck her into bed. He was not going to press the decoder situation further, which she was grateful for. Now her thoughts were to what one would do with this mind control vaccine. When he began to leave that's when she stopped him.

"Oliver…"

He turned to her looking at her to continue.

"Can you stay...not that I want to sleep together, even though we did that, but just next to me if you want...I...I don't know how to feel right now, but if it's an inconvenience you can go and I can shut up." God, Felicity, could you be anymore pathetic? She was scared to be alone, but she just wasn't going to admit that to him.

He had left the room. For a second Felicity thought it was to confirm that she was an idiot with her words and he'd left but he'd returned after shutting her lights out. He removed his shoes, dress pants, jacket, tie, and shirt. She watched with fascination as he crawled into the bed with her in nothing but his boxers. Did he seek comfort from her too? Or was she just another toy?

Taking her by surprise he pulled her into his chest and she complied.

"You make me feel safe too you know." He said softly that she almost didn't believe her ears. How did he know she felt that way? Her hand moved up from her side to his neck. Her way of letting him know she heard the confession. "There's a lot of evil out there Felicity and when I'm with you, you've become some kind of light that I'm attracted to. A light that I feel like can pull me out of the evil, the darkness, whatever I'm in. When I'm with you I have a soul again."

She didn't know what to say. Instead she softly kissed his collarbone. She didn't know if she could open up to him like that. He just told her words she never imagined hearing from him. Perhaps after all she wasn't a toy.

"Oliver…"

He pulled her head into his chest now, "You don't have to say anything. Just get some rest."

"Felicity Smoak." Tommy was in her office first thing. He shut the door and looked at her like he was about to rip her head off.

"What's your problem?"

"Oliver and you. He's not the man you think."

She laughed, "You don't know him anymore."

"And you do?" he challenged, "I read his files. The ones you don't even have access to. The people he's killed the things he's done for Bratva...Felicity."

She stood up in his face, "I've killed. You've killed we've all killed and had reason for doing so. You don't get to stand here and suddenly tell me Oliver isn't who I think. You should be way more concerned about your own damn father. You're a nice guy, Tommy, a friend, but do not ever tell me what I should think of someone!"

Tommy laughed, "Wow he's got you. I saw you two the other night. I was still here. He's so concerned. He took you home and fucked you didn't he? He's manipulative. He's dangerous. My father may have done terrible things, but Oliver has done terrible things that are a whole other level."

He stormed out of her office leaving her speechless and even more confused than ever.

She wanted to hit something or someone, bad.

The laces on her shoes were probably too tight, but in her current state of mind she didn't care.

She was upset. Upset at Tommy mostly, but the realization that he had insulted whatever was between her and Oliver. That infuriated her.

She stepped into the very testosterone full CIA gym.

Adrian, Barry, Oliver, and others were in there. Her plan was some cardio on the treadmill and then punching the shit out of a bag before she left.

She picked a treadmill far away and out of sight from the guys. She just couldn't have that distraction especially since Oliver was there.

Not one of them bothered her which she was grateful for. Until she went to the punching bag. Tommy stood there.

"I think I need this bag more then you do, Merlyn." She spat at him.

He grimaced coming at her fast and she blocked his attack.

"Why don't you just use me as your punching bag since I'm the one that's got you fuming." He went to punch her and she surprised him by ducking and kneeing him in the ribs. It was hard and he dropped to the floor. Oliver and Barry came over now at the commotion.

"Felicity, why are you beating Tommy to a pulp?"

She turned back to an inquisitive looking Oliver before answering Barry.

"Because he's an ass."

She was home for an hour before a knock rang through her door. Her hair was wet from the shower she had took and she had a robe over her tank and shorts. If this was someone with an intent to harm her she was not in the mood. Setting the popcorn bowl down she headed to the door opening it to reveal Oliver.

"May I come in?" He asked politely which ticked off Felicity more. She wasn't in the mood for anyone.

"No," she went to slam the door in his face, but he caught it and came in anyway. She walked over back to her couch and he came sitting on the armrest.

Silence took over before he broke it.

"I finished Tommy for you." There was a half smile dancing on his mouth. So he was going to be playful. Not tonight.

"That's nice, Oliver. Just what I wanted." She angrily shoved popcorn in her mouth and began dramatically chewing it.

"What's your problem?" His eyes pierced hers.

"You men thinking that you can claim me, sway me, tell me how I should feel and what I should do. You know Oliver, I've been so vulnerable with you, which is my mistake, but you're a philanderer. You can't expect me to believe you care an ounce about me. I was pissed at Tommy, because I realized he's right about you. So you've fucked me. That clearly was the end goal and you're not getting anymore from me; so you can quit showing up at my damn place!"

He dropped from the armrest to sit next to her. She sat criss crossed, but her body turned to his. His hand came to rest on the side of her cheek and she wanted to swat it away, but held control of herself.

"I meant it. You're a light. I'm a moth attracted to your flame. Don't you dare say that I don't care about you because nothing on this earth could be more wrong."

She just looked at him. Trying to read his face and his movements anything to set off that this was a lie, but he continued.

"I've done some very morbid things. There's been so much darkness surrounding me. When I came back from Bratva and you found me in my office, I felt relief. I felt like I could count on you. When I took you out of that bunker, I was so scared you'd been hit with something worse. In that moment I realized that I cannot live without myself if I don't open up to you. I've got a terrible way of doing it Felicity. I care for you. I will protect you at all costs. You just have to trust me."

He leaned in to kiss her as to confirm his words. He hesitated just incase she refused, but she didn't.

How could she refuse him now?

The kiss was soft and tender.

"What is this then, Oliver?"

"You're mine."

It was a claim. Not a question and she nodded her head agreeing to it. She was his.

They'd fallen asleep together on the couch after talking for hours. They tossed questions back and forth. Both telling each other things know one else knew. The trust was building.

She learned about the first time he killed and she shared with him the first time she killed.

Their past relationships; she even told him of the ex in Spain. He talked about the women that he used for most of his life. He learned to appreciate women more once he was through with Bratva. They had abused women in ways that Felicity never imagined. Oliver was filled with regret over the things he was forced to do. He had to survive though and she understood that.

They gently went into their family lives. Both proved to be a hard subject in which they completely switched topics. She was dying to ask him that one question, "Oliver, why did you hate me?"

His face was blank as he looked at her, not showing any signs of thought or that he was going to answer her. She went silent knowing that this might be the end of the conversation for the night. She decided to close her eyes.

"Kapiushon."

The hood? Why was he talking about a hood in Russian?

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

One of her proudest moments was taking down a Russian thug named 'Kapiushon' whoever this person was she literally handed them over to the American government on a silver platter. All the bank information. All the travel information. She was fresh into the agency and had cracked into sealed information no one else could. It never crossed her mind and now that she thought about it, after not hearing that name for years, it made sense Oliver was Kapiushon. She had put the death sentence on his head. She had made him choose between life or death. Double agent or traitor.

Oliver's eyes were blank when she stared back into them as hers swirled with emotion realizing what she had done. She'd hate herself too.

"You were that." She tried to make it come out softly, but there was no use.

"I am him. I'm still him. He still lives inside me, Felicity." A darkness surrounded Oliver's eyes then silence.

"I hated you because you destroyed everything I built and my reputation. You lit me on fire at the stake."

She interrupted, "I was doing my job. I'm sorry," she shouldn't apologize about this but she had to.

"I got to know you. I'd like to think if given the chance again you wouldn't take it. Not if they gave you all the facts which they didn't before."

"Oliver…"

"You don't have to apologize, Felicity. I'm the one that's sorry for being such an ass when I knew that someone could take me down. I was messy. You're incredibly smart. It's over. I've accepted everything. Does that answer your question?"

Her answer was her curling into his chest as if trying to absorb some of the pain she brought this man.

He'd gotten a call that abruptly woke them both. He scrambled out of her apartment quickly telling her he'd see her at work the next morning.

She thought nothing of it till she sat at her desk after being engrossed in her computer realizing it was past noon and he hadn't shown to work.

She had hacked into the log to see if he clocked in this morning. He hadn't.

Maybe he didn't make it here or they sent him somewhere.

Bratva. As soon as the word entered her brain she knew it was something was them. That's why he was so short of words. That was one thing he didn't go into detail about. And after last night, was it conscience or not?

She couldn't fret it had been only a few hours and he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He was hers now though. She had every right to worry.

Tommy entered her office later on in the day. She could tell he was walking on eggshells around her. She turned to him giving a smile.

"Sorry about the other day." She quickly said.

"Me too, but Oliver was supposed to be here at a meeting and never showed. Cisco can't track him… I was going to go over his apartment and was wondering if you'd accompany me before we put out the whole MIA agent alert thing?"

Shit. Something was wrong. Or he could be fine at his apartment or bleeding out…

In the passenger seat of Tommy's car she realized she'd never been to Oliver's. She knew where he lived because well it was important information incase she was ever bleeding and needed help…

She discovered Tommy also lived in this building and the reason he brought Felicity was because of the high tech lock on each apartment door.

"What the hell kind of fortress is this? When you said we'd have to pick a lock I thought you meant with a bobby pin not my damn tablet!" She whisper yelled as they walked down Oliver's floor to the apartment.

"It's an extremely secure upscale apartment complex. I'm going to go in first with my gun after you open the door."

"Aw how sweet to take a bullet for me," she said sarcastically as they reached Oliver's door.

"I have my own gun on me, Tommy. This isn't my first day breaking into a place where bad guys can be on the other side of the door." She hated being underestimated.

He rolled his eyes at her and she smiled. Focusing on the door lock she realized that it was pretty secure. She'd have to do this fast before security came up to question them. The door unlocked in a minute.

Tommy walked in first with his hand reaching for his gun as Felicity followed him doing the same.

Ransacked. That was a good word to describe the place. She knew Oliver was a pretty well organized man. Something happened here.

They split up as she went left towards what appeared to be his bedroom. Drawers were opened and emptied. Articles of clothes littered the floor. There were knife marks in the walls and other random places. Signs of a struggle were painted all over the room.

She entered the bathroom that was attached to see the door had been kicked in. She turned the light on and screamed.