Felicity sighed as she sat on a chair next to Oliver's sleeping form. It had been only a few minutes since Digg, Lyla, Zari, and Nate (the other man supporting Oliver) had left. They were reluctant to do so, what with Oliver being unconscious and his attack, but in the end, Lyla gave Felicity her back up gun and quickly showed her how to use it. Felicity also promised that if she felt any sort of uneasiness that she would call them immediately. Zari and Nate also gave her their numbers and reluctantly they left for the night, with the promise that one of them would come by the next morning.

Felicity took his hand in hers, rubbing soft circles with her thumb. She was terrified that something would happen and by the time anyone came, it would be too late. And she wouldn't be able to do anything to help him. If anything went alright that night, she would start doing some research on first aid tomorrow, and maybe ask Digg or Lyla to teach her. She hated being powerless. She sighed and got as comfortable as she could.

She picked up her phone and took notes of things she needed to do; medical training, ask Oliver if she could have things delivered, ask Lyla to properly teach her how to use a gun, ask for a weapon of her own. She didn't want to be the helpless damsel in distress. She wanted to be able to handle herself.

She sighed and looked back at her husband. She liked calling him that. Loved it really. It probably had something to do with her crush on him. Ha! She had a crush on her husband! She was probably the only one having a crush on her spouse! Because that was her life now! She wanted to laugh, but she was afraid of disturbing him.

He was a little pale, but way better than how he was when they brought him. She had cleaned his handsome face from the blood and the dirt and now he looked so peaceful. She gently ran a hand down the side of his face and kissed his cheek. She wished she could have the nerve to do it when he was awake, too, but she was a chicken.

She remembered the touch of his lips, and even now she blushed at the memory of their one and only kiss. It was the best kiss she ever had. Granted, she wasn't the most experienced in the romantic relationship department, but she had had a couple of boyfriends before, but they seriously paled in comparison to Oliver. One kiss from him and suddenly all the other kisses seemed sloppy.

She wondered how he would be in bed. Probably amazing. Shew knew the rumors from before the Gambit went down. The ladies were raving about him. They all wanted a night with him. And if his kiss was so wow, she could only imagine how amazing his sex skills would be.

She shook her head to chase away those thoughts. It wasn't very likely that she would ever know about that. They weren't together. They were married only to help their situations. She had to repeat that a couple of times in her head. And it pained her.

She sighed and picked up her phone again to play a game, not letting go of his hand. She had advanced a few levels before she felt him squeezing her hand. She snapped her head towards him and saw his blue eyes on her.

"Hey, how do you feel?" she asked the moment she realized that he was awake.

"Fine. What time is it?" he asked trying to seat up.

"Careful, if you tear your stitches, I don't know how to redo them." She put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. For a moment she thought that he was going to protest but he laid back down.

"What time is it?"

"Uh, four seventeen." She checked her phone.

"What are you doing up?" he frowned.

"You were stabbed, Oliver! I couldn't just go to sleep! What if something happened? What if you needed something?" she sighed.

"Am I in your bed?"

"Well, yeah, we thought you would be more comfortable here." She shrugged and felt him squeezing her hand, that still hadn't let go of and Felicity wasn't about to either.

"Well, I'm going to go over to my-"

"You are not going anywhere, Oliver Jonas Queen. You will stay right there and rest. I'm fine right here." She said firmly.

"Felicity, that's a very uncomfortable kitchen chair." He said deadpanned.

"Oliver you're sleeping on the bed tonight and I'm not leaving you alone, end of story."

"In that case, we're sharing." He said and rolled to his side.

"Oliver, no. you're injured!" she protested. "I'll be perfectly fine."

"Felicity, get in the damn bed." He said firmly.

Okay, that was hot. And Felicity felt herself standing from the chair and getting in bed with her husband. And not in the way she would ever imagine. Nope.

She laid down next to him on her side, with her back to him. "If you feel any discomfort, tell me."

"I will now go to sleep." He said softly, his arm snaking around her waist and Felicity didn't know if she should be ecstatic or horrified. Okay, she was so excited. And she was blushing. Thank god, it was dark. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Had she been awake, she would know that Oliver never let go and he slept better than he had in years, even before the Gambit. And when he woke up, with his wife in his arms, he allowed himself to smile. Because truth to be told, ever since she came into his life, he felt lighter. She was a breeze of fresh air.

The next morning, Oliver woke from the knocking on the door. He sat up, wincing as he pulled on his stitches. "Coming!" he called.

He looked down at Felicity and kissed her forehead, before getting up. He walked to the door, picking up the gun on the table, that he recognized as Lyla's back up. He opened the door partially and came face to face with the Diggles.

"Good morning, boss," Lyla said.

"Come on in." he opened the door widely for them.

"How do you feel man?" Digg asked him.

"Better." He said sincerely.

"And does that have anything to do with the sleeping lady in the bed we put you on last night?" Lyla raised an eyebrow.

"It had everything to do with her," Oliver said looking at her sleeping form. "Make yourselves at home. I'll be right back." He moved to the bathroom.

"They are both idiots," John told his wife.

"Oh, I know." She sighed exasperatedly.

The couple moved to the sofa to wait for their boss. Lyla thought it funny that Felicity hadn't even stirred. Oliver didn't take long in the bathroom and stopped in the kitchen to get the coffee maker going.

"Any news?" he asked as he joined them, sitting next to Felicity.

"Anatoly said that you are staying home for the next three days. It's an order, too. And now it's not the time to push him." John said.

"I know." He almost rolled his eyes.

"Other than that, things are relatively quiet," Lyla said. "So, how about moving?"

"I had hoped that when we moved, we would be able to move to the place I plan on having as my base of operations in Russia." Oliver sighed, "But since they are getting bolder, I was thinking about moving to a safer apartment until the house I want is mine."

"Well, you can start looking when Felicity wakes up. No time like the present." John grinned.

"Actually, there is an apartment available in our building." Lyla offered.

"That might not be a bad idea." Oliver nodded, thinking. "We'll ask Felicity when she wakes up." He reached pushed the hair back from her face.

"How did she end up in bed with you, anyway? When we left, she was pretty adamant that she was going to sit by your side all night." Digg grinned.

"I woke up around four and I saw her half-asleep on the chair, she protested, but I told her that she was either sharing with me, or I was getting up to move to the sofa." He shrugged.

"Oh, boy. She was terrified last night when I told her what had happened and especially so when she saw you covered in blood." Lyla said. "I'm glad she got some sleep."

"Me, too. How did your back up ended up on my coffee table?" He asked returning the gun to her.

"We didn't want to leave her alone with you out of commission, but she insisted we all needed to get some rest, so we compromised. I showed her the basics and left it with her." She returned the gun to her ankle hostler.

"Thank you." He said sincerely. "Zari and Nate came, too, I assume?"

"Yeah, your ass is heavy, and we needed someone to carry the supplies," John told him.

"Zari was good for Felicity last night," Lyla said.

"Yeah?"

"You were losing a good deal of blood and when we started you on the bag, I think it hit her hard. She looked unsteady on her legs and Zari had her on a chair before I could and she stayed with her, distracting her. I think they hit it off."

"I didn't want to worry her."

"It's not like you asked to be stabbed, man." John rolled his eyes.

Felicity stirred next to Oliver and he turned his attention to her. She was so relaxed. Oliver had never seen her this relaxed, in the short few months, he knew her. And he found that he couldn't really take his eyes off her. That made him oblivious to the smiles the Diggles exchanged.

"Hey," Oliver said softly when she opened her eyes.

"Hey" she hummed and then her eyes opened wide. "What are you doing up? You should be resting." She sat up.

"I am resting. For the next three days, I won't be going in. I haven't had this much rest in years, don't worry." He assured.

"But-"

"Don't bother, Felicity. It's a lost cause." Lyla chuckled.

"Oh, good morning Lyla, Digg." She smiled at them

"Morning, Felicity. Was he a good patient?"

"So and so, John. So and so." She said with a teasing smile. "Is that coffee I'm smelling?"

"Yes, it should be ready in a minute." Her husband nodded.

"I'll go wash up, then." she dragged herself out of bed. She grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

"You don't drink coffee." John narrowed his eyes. "The only reason you have a coffee machine is that the rest of us do."

"Yes, but Felicity likes coffee." He shrugged.

They filled him in on the events of the previous night, after he passed out, both from Lyla's and Digg's POVs. The bastard's body had been left in a certain place, with an arrow through his chest (Oliver's symbol only known within the brotherhood, even postmortem) to send a message. Whoever messed with the American Captain would end like that.

"How do you feel?" Felicity asked rejoining them with four mugs, one tea for Oliver three coffees for the rest.

"I'm much better, don't worry." He said softly.

"Actually, we were talking about you two moving out of this place." Lyla directed the conversation.

"Oh, if the place has a proper wardrobe, I'm all in," Felicity said.

"How would you feel, if we were to move in the same building as John and Lyla?" Oliver asked his wife casually.

"I think that would be great. It's not like I know anyone in this place."

"Yeah, that's for the best." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We don't have the best neighbors."

"I'll call the super and arrange for you to see the apartment." Lyla stood and went to the kitchen to make the call.

In the end, she managed to book an appointment to see the apartment that very same day. They had enough time to eat breakfast and get ready before it was time to go. The car ride took about twenty minutes. The neighborhood was so much better than theirs. Cleaner and tidier. An older man met them at the entrance of the building and took them to the fourth floor to show them the place.

The apartment was a 2-level three-bedroom unit. On the first floor, there was a kitchen, living room, dining room, a small bedroom, and the guest bathroom, which had a washing/drier machine. The second floor had the master bathroom, the two larger bedrooms, and a small balcony. The living room had one wall with built-in bookcases and cupboards underneath them and the wall with built-in shelves creating a nice place for a TV. The apartment was comfortable and bright.

"I like it," Felicity said after the tour.

"We'll take it then," Oliver said and turned to the man. They

spoke in Russian, but Felicity assumed that everything was in order when they shook hands.

"When can we move in?" Felicity asked.

"He's giving me the keys, so whenever we get some furniture," Oliver told her. "The apartment we're staying came with the furniture."

"I don't suppose there is an IKEA in town?"

"There is, actually. Where do you think we got our furniture from?" John piped.

"Great."

The Queens returned to their apartment and Felicity forced Oliver to the bed. He started protesting, but then she sat next to him with her laptop and he shut up. They spent a good portion of the day browsing and shopping for furniture. Felicity arranged for them to be delivered to the new place and by the time she was done with that, Oliver had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

Oliver mostly let her get what she wanted, but she would occasionally ask for his opinion. They only got the basics, as Oliver was planning on having them move into a secure property as soon as possible. Felicity got them both double beds and nightstands, they got a kitchen table with four chairs, a sofa, and a coffee table. They got some kitchen essentials, too. They had some sheets and towels they got as gifts from the wedding, but Felicity got them new quilts and pillows.

Oliver promised her that they would go shopping the following day to get a tv and some other appliances they would need. Then Felicity forced a pain killer into him and left him to sleep, while she packed up the apartment, which granted didn't take too long.

By the time Oliver's 'sick leave' was over, they were moved into the new place and all the furniture was assembled.

The morning Oliver was finally going back in, he lingered a few moments in her doorway, watching her sleep. She seemed a little more relaxed since they left the old place. Maybe they should have moved sooner, it's not like money was a problem.

He went to leave, but something stopped him. He turned back towards Felicity's room and approached the bed. He gently pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her temple. Then he was ready to go.

Felicity was steadily working her way through the list Oliver had given her. Their offshore accounts had accumulated a lot of money. Like, a lot. And they probably weren't anywhere near the amount the Queen accounts held, but frack, that was a lot of money.

She was currently on the kitchen table with her laptop. Oliver had come home half an hour ago, dismissing Lyla from guard duty. She was lost in her thoughts, so much so that she was startled when she saw Oliver in front of her.

"Oliver!" she jumped.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

"it's okay, I wasn't paying attention." She shook her head.

"I noticed." The corners of his mouth lifted just a bit. "Listen, do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Before my father died, he gave me a notebook and told me to right his wrongs. To help the Glades that he failed." He said, producing a battered notebook.

"The Glades?" she frowned.

"It's a part of Starling City, the poor part. People have been targeting the people of the Glades, stealing their money and their homes. So, they turn to violence. I want to correct that."

"Okay" she nodded waiting to hear the rest.

"This notebook is filled with the names of the people that are responsible. Can you help me?"

"I think I can, but I will need more power than my laptop." She nodded.

"That's why I gave you the card, Felicity, to buy whatever you want. And they make deliveries here."

"Oh, good, I've been meaning to ask you about that." Her face lit up. "What else do you want me to do to them?"

"Well, return the money you can to the people they were taken from and then, relive them from the rest of it. If you can help the authorities to arrest them would be amazing, too. I also want you to buy whatever property is available for purchase in the area." He replied.

"Okay, I think I can do that." She nodded taking notes. "I will need to create an offshore LLC, I think. Any preferences for the name?"

"Verdant."

"I knew you liked green." She said under her breath.

"I do." He said, making her blush.

"I'll just order some things, then." she cleared her throat.

"It can wait until tomorrow. It's late."

"I'm usually the one saying that." She cocked her head.

"Yes, you are. Now, bedtime."