Felicity Smoak was shaking with trepidation as she stepped into her employer's office. Elisabeth Carter sat in her chair elegantly sipping a cup of hand brewed tea. Knowing what she knew made Felicity nervous that her job was in jeopardy. I mean, it's not everyday you unintentionally eavesdrop on your boss's love life.

"You wanted to see me Ms. Carter"?

"Yes Felicity. It has come to my attention that Mr. Queen and myself may not have been discreet yesterday", yep, here it comes Felicity, "so I have no other choice but to bring you into my confidence. Either that, or terminate you, and I don't want to do that. A person of your skillset and disposition is a rare find these days. And I have grown quite fond of you".

"Well, umm.. thank you Ms. Carter. And, whatever it is you can trust me".

"What about Ms. Dinah Lance, can I trust her"?

"Well, you see I didn't know what to do and I needed advice so I called Dinah cause she's my best friend and it turnes out she knows Oliver and hates his guts, not that he's a bad person but he hurt her in the past, before the accident, so...I would say yes, you can trust her".

"Very good. From this point on, Felicity, everything we say is off the record and you will have no knowledge of it, is that clear"?

"Yes Ms. Carter".

"Good. First things first, my name is Nysaa Al'ghul-Queen. Oliver Queen is my husband".

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Oliver Queen sat quietly outside. He had yet to cut his hair, the consequence of having to be apprehensive of people and not wanting to lose the man he had come to know as himself. He had begun "therapy" the day before, which made his parents happy that he was willing to seek help. He smiled to himself, if they only knew.

He smiled again as he heard the voice of his best friend.

"Next time I invite you for a yacht ride tell me to go screw myself".

"Tommy"?

Oliver already knew it was him, but he couldn't hide the fact of how joyful he was to have his best friend back.

"Hey Ollie".

The two men embraced and welcomed the other back home, although Oliver was nine years late to the party.

"So, your mom tells me your going to therapy"?

"Yeah, and I'm glad I am. It's hard to talk to people you know, but...it's crazy how easy it is to talk to her".

"Her? Alright, is this therapy, or "therapy "?

"Therapy. Straight and simple".

"Oliver, for as long as I've known you, relationships between you and the opposite sex has never been straight and simple".

"It is with her. She's just, so..."

"Jena se qua"?

"Exactly. I can't explain it".

"Well, if you've got this under control there's nothing I can do for you buddy. Except..."

Oliver feigned worry as he saw Tommy get "that" look.

"Alright Tommy, what are you thinking"?

"I'm thinking, we make a day of it. We hit the town and ser all the new sites. You and me, how about it"?

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Nyssa's Office

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Felicity lay back on the sofa, breathing into the brown paper bag that had, at one time, held her lunch.

"Don't worry Felicity dear, I promise everything will be alright".

"Alright, great, I'm working for an assassin who has threatened to kill me if I so much as let anything slip about the reason she's here, why wouldn't I be fine".

She continued to breathe into the bag.

"Felicity, listen to me", Nydsa said. taking Felicity's hand, "I promise no harm will come to you, my threat is meaningless because I trust you, and care for you".

"Care for me? as in...".

"Only if I weren't married", she said, a gleam in her eye.

"Oh...well, no judgment here".

"The sentiment is appreciated. Now, with that out of the way, how about I treat you to lunch, seeing as how you have seemed to have devoured yours during your mild breakdown".

Felicity blushed at the observation, and then agreed.

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Big Belly Burger

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Tommy and Oliver were happily devouring their meals when they noticed two women walk in; one, a Mediterranean beauty with

deep brown eyes that made Oliver quiver inside when she loolooked at him. The other was a blonde with her natural black roots showing. Her light blue eyes were framed by glasses and accented her pleasantly full face. Tommy was amazed at her beauty was so unparalleled, even standing next to a woman who shouldhave been able to give her a run in that department. But in Tommy'seyesand heart, no woman ever could.

"Hang tight buddy", Tommy said, "I'll be right back".

Oliver smiled as he watched his friend, hoping Nyssa wouldn't hurt him too much.

Tommy approached the two women with a confident swagger, which didn't last long as Nyssa grabbed the hand Tommy had intended to shake Felicity's with and twisted it painfully.

"I would appreciate it if you would leave my friend alone, Mr. Merlyn".

"Okay", Tommy weezed out, looking to his friend for help, only to find him snickering.

"Nyssa, could you let my boyfriend go, please"?

Oliver's eyes shot up in surprise while Nyssa contemplated.

"Very well dear. Next time Mr. Merlyn, I would appreciate an introduction".

Tommy shook his hand as Felicity hugged him.

It was a slow day in the diner and the quartet was allowed to speak freely, well, freely enough. Oliver and Nyssa confided in Tommy and Felicity the entire story; how Oliver survived the sinking of the Merlyn's ship, surviving on Lian Yu for five months before being found by Nyssa and the League of Assassins. He also told of hiw he had almost lost his self identity before being rescued by Nyssa and the love she demonstrated for him. Finally they told Tommy and Felicity about their mission.

"About a month after the wreck this washed up on shore". Oliver pulled out a small, worn, faded leather journal.

"I dried it as best I could".

He slid the book to Tommy and 2atched his eyes narrow.

"When we got back, dad seemed a bit off, I didn't think much about it till I heard him on the phone about three days after we got back home. He said something about needing another copy. He didn't say what if, but this could be what he was talking about".

"There's something else Tommy, open it".

Opening the journal Tommy saw a miniature map of the Glades, the seedier side of Star City. On the page next to it were names of all of Star City's leading men. Malcom Merlyn and Robert Queen held the top rank.

"What is this Oliver"?

"I don't know, I've been investigating these men as carefully as I can, Bertinelli has already been taken off the list, with the help of McKenna Hall, Laurel Lance is working on Adam Hunt, I can help her put him away".

"What...wait, how do you know all this"?

Silent, Oliver reached into his inner jacket pocket and descreetly pulled out a midnight black mask, then just as swiftly put it back.

Timmy and Felicity sat with their mouths open.

"I know, Tommy, because I'm the vigilante".