And there she was at the station. At the exact same spot, where almost a year before, she had waved goodbye to her home. Everyone deserves a place to call home. And if she wants to be true to her heart central city was exactly that. Her home. Her safe haven. That feeling may have fainted cause of the uncertainty of a definitely fluid situation she deal back then but stepping back and taking her distance cleared the view for her. She realized that even then when she felt disappointed and that the city had failed her she never felt unwelcomed and that is what home is. Whatever the situation is and despite the circumstances it's yours.

The time she passed in another city was doomed to be temporary. As Ziad K. Abdelnour quoted: "Life is like a camera. Just focus on what's important and capture the good times develop from the negatives and if things don't work out just take another shot." And she was taking this shot now. New shot in front of well-known nostalgic background she had missed.

First thing she did was to call her friend Amaya. After all she was the one who took care of everything during her absence, her apartment and belongings and she was willing to be the decoy when she had orchestrated her getaway. She owed her. Amaya wasn't seeing it that way. "That is what friends are for Fel." She replied to her almost hurt. How she had doubt that she was more than glad to step in and backup her. She was so proud that she had corrupted the innocent little Fel and get her in such a mess when she dragged her at that color fest that triggered this domino effect.

Felicity crashed at her place for a couple of days and this whole roomie thing continued for almost a week. The only thing that changed was the location. She had to return to her apartment at some point but she was feeling so more in her comfort zone having someone with her. A week that was all she needed and that was all that took to return to her life.

She found her tempo, her pace. And everything was great, safe and normal. Oh how much she had missed some normality in her life. Almost a year living a double life, pretending to be someone else, was more than enough for her. She wanted to be free, she wanted to be herself.

The one thing disturbing her recently retrieved piece was that feeling, a presence that was spying her, the same feeling that pushed her to step up and make that call few days ago. She has to be him checking that I'm keeping my part of our deal, she thought.

It was late evening. The sky was getting dark shadows tend to disappear from any direction around her and she was enjoying that, not even her shadow was following her.

She turned at the corner and she bummed on someone. The last person she expected to meet was Bill.

"What are you…?"

"I promised you that wasn't the end, remember…?" he answered her sarcastically.

Cold sweat ran down her forehead and her hands started shaking. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, it was just that he caught her off guard. His visit was at least unexpected.

His eyes narrowed and she knew that she couldn't' postpone the inevitable any more. She had to give him a closure. Or he was determined to take one by force.

He grabbed her from her arm and tried to make her follow him. His hold was so tight, her skin was turning pale beneath his fingers.

And then she heard him.

"Let the lady go." His modulated voice echoed in the ally.

"It's a private conversation. Don't interfere." Bill focused almost blindfolded to her didn't even turn to face him.

"I'm afraid I have to insist."

"What is that you don't get?" Bill said and it was then that he turned to face the unknown guy that was getting in his feet.

"And who are you…" he looked at Oliver who was in his arrow suit and laughed "… you clown?"

"He is green…" Felicity tried to make the introduction but he cut her.

"Green or whatever… I'm blue." He said pulling his jacket a little to point his badge. "So… get lost." He added and pulled it from his belt showing it off in front of Oliver's face

Oliver had already heard enough. "I'm the law in this city." He said stepping towards him and grabbing his hand with such a force that made him dropped it to the ground and lose his hold on Felicity at the same time.

Bill was shocked. No one had disrespect his authority before. He wasn't brave or bald. He was a weak insecure man covered behind the fictitious power of his position. It took him a moment to react and then he stormed to the direction of Oliver.

He tried to punch him but he missed. And then he tried again. Oliver grabbed his fist and squeeze it forcing him to kneel before him.

"Now you ow an apology."

"Sorry." His words taste like venom in his mouth.

"Not to me. To her."

"never." He said and tackle Oliver down.

He fought back. His moves giving out his emotions. He was furious, like a wounded animal. It wasn't his hand's pain driving him. He was deeply hurt just not physically, his ego was burning him, choking him from inside out. But Oliver was better. He didn't push it too far. He wasn't there to deal with him. He was there for her.

And it was then when she stepped in and kick Bill who was laying on the ground, it wasn't like her to hurt someone when he was at his lowest but this particular person deserved it. And proved her right. He may be wasn't worthy enough to beat Oliver but he grabbed her leg and twisted to make her fall.

Oliver instantly stepped between them pulling her away from him. He was so urged to protect her that pulled her so hard that she ends up to his embrace.

Bill in the meantime seize the opportunity to get his badge from the ground and get the hell out of there.

Felicity couldn't believe what had just happened. He from all the people was the one who saved her. And he was there in his arms. So closed to him. Feeling his heart hammering in his chest. His warmth radiating from his body. So closed to him. One more time. It was their accident that start everything and then one more time. She knew by then. She had remembered him riding her to the hospital. Her face over his shoulder. The feeling of his leather hood on her cheek. But this time it was different. She was facing him. Or whatever was distinguish at least. He seemed more covered now. His hood drop a shadow over his eyes that were already been covered from his mask. But the rest of his face was hidden too. Hidden behind a light colored beard. Without even noticing what she was doing she approached even more to look him closer. And then unable to restrain herself she kissed him.

He felt surprised at the beginning but he didn't think it further either. A moment after he pulled himself together and away from her. his beard tickled her now redden skin and she snapped open her eyes when she heard his "Enough" The one thing she didn't knew was that he was trying to prevail upon his urges, he was demanding himself to stop and not her.

"Ok… next time hung upside from your web, it will be fun to try." She was just being herself as always

"You are funny Miss Smoak." He said and disappearing behind the turn he rode his bike and he got lost in the night.

"I knew it." she said to herself when she heard the roar of the bike's engine confirming that the picture of him rushing her at the hospital on a bike was a memory and not a dream.

"And there will be a next time." She promised herself.

THE END