I apologize for how long it has taken me to update. I've had final papers due and then I needed to recover from the mid-season finale and then I got a new computer so I've been adjusting. I have two more days of work then I am off for over a week so I hope I can finish this story soon. Thank you for sticking with me! I hope you like this chapter. It isn't quite what I wanted but I hope the next chapter has more excitement. Thank you for reading!

BTW...someone mentioned that Sara was the younger sister. She just seems older to me so that's why I called her that. We will pretend she is older. Thank you all for your favorites, reviews, and follows! They mean a lot :)

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Eyes Wide Shut

Chapter 4

Sara sighed and walked towards Oliver. "I already know what you are going to say so you can save it!"

Oliver shook his head, "how could you Sara?"

"Oh come on, it was bound to happen anyway, I just gave it a little nudge. Now the two of you can be happy and have little Olicity babies!" If Oliver didn't know her any better, he would have sworn Sara giggled.

"Oliwhat?"

"Olicity… you know. It is your name and Felicity's put together. That's what everyone is calling you. You are 'IT' couple right now. Beyoncé and Jay-Z have nothing on you and Felicity!"

"You are trying to distract me from the fact that you went into a federal database and married me and Felicity without our knowledge or consent!" Oliver stepped up to her, taking her arms with each of his hands.

If the slight squeeze of his hands didn't betray his feelings, the rising edge of his voice left Sara with no doubt he was angry. She'd seen him ducking the press earlier that day and had known he had kept his calm. She'd known him long enough to know when he was teetering on the edge of one emotion or the other and right now he was edging towards the wrong side of anger.

"I'm sorry Ollie, okay? I know I should have let the two of you figure out your own feelings but the opportunity presented itself. If anyone deserves to be happy, it is the two of you. I wanted you to quit dancing around each other and figure it out already! I promise you that my intentions were sincere." Sara attempted to appease him; a mad Oliver was never a good thing.

"It wasn't your place!" This time the anger in his voice was quite clear as he practically yelled at her. He forcefully released her arms and turned to walk away from her only to pace back towards her a moment later. "She deserves so much more than this." Oliver pointed to the TV behind the bar at where the leading story was once again about the marriage of Starling City's elite. "She deserves a nice guy who isn't a killer, someone who doesn't spend their nights jumping across rooftops. She deserves someone who might not die next week."

His voice started to soften as he stared at the latest photo of Felicity flashing across the screen, "someone who can take her out on a date and who, when they figure out she is the right one, will ask her, the right way to marry him."

"Oli…" Sara attempted to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Oliver brushed her hand away, "no, she deserves so much more than me."

It was simple to Sara. "So be the man she deserves."

"I…. I can't. I don't know how," his voice cracked and it broke Sara's heart.

"Felicity doesn't want much. Just to be part of your life. She loves you. If she didn't want this world, I guarantee you she wouldn't be part of it. When have you ever known Felicity to just accept what comes her way? She doesn't!" He let Sara place her hand on his should this time. "You deserve happiness Oli, you deserve her. Don't ever tell yourself or let anyone else tell you that you don't."

Oliver wanted to believe her, he really did. After everything he had been through, he just couldn't. "It doesn't matter Sara. You had no right to do what you did." Oliver turned then and walked out, leaving the blonde standing in the middle of the bar.

Sara returned to wiping down the bar; her only thoughts of proving to Oliver that he did deserve Felicity and so much more.

As Diggle pulled up at the back of Felicity's town house, Oliver noticed a few more reporters had made their way to the front of her building. It wouldn't be long before the place was surrounded. This was one more think Oliver had hoped to keep Felicity out of.

He just managed to sneak in through the gate as Diggle circled back around the block. Entering through the back door, Oliver re-latched the deadbolt and walked through the short hallway towards the kitchen. As he approached, he heard Felicity singing quietly to herself as she kneaded some type of dough she'd laid out on a tea towel that was covering the counter.

He didn't recognize the song but the soft way her lips molded the words as they left her had him mesmerized. He hadn't known she could sing.

It only took her a moment to look up and realize he was watching her. The slight red that tented her checks made a smile appear on his lips, "I didn't hear you come in."

He nodded, "just walked up. Looks like your front lawn is getting busier by the moment."

"I noticed. The doorbell has been rung about 50 times since you left. Speaking of, you didn't kill her did you? I really hope you didn't kill her."

Oliver looked at her, the smile disappearing from his lips, "I wanted to but I didn't. How did you…."

"It was obvious. Sara was the one who created all of this…." Felicity wiped her hands on a towel and walked towards her front window. "I knew she was the first person you'd want to talk to.

He had left soon after dropping her off with no explanation of where he was going. Felicity didn't question him, as she knew exactly where he was headed.

"As long as she is still alive. I have a few choice words for her myself but I will wait until things settle down a little." Felicity walked back into her kitchen and started mixing again.

"What are you making?" Oliver walked up behind her, peering over her shoulder at the items covering the counter. He saw flour, oil, and eggs cluttering her normal clean kitchen countertop.

"Challah. It's a kind of bread that is usually made for Rosh Hashanah but we also take it to gatherings on special occasions. I figure tonight is special and I needed something to occupy my mind while you were out. If not, I was going to drive myself crazy worrying about how nice your mother was to me earlier. I think she is up to something."

"Maybe." Oliver couldn't deny that he had been curious as to why his mother was so happy about his marriage to Felicity but he was being optimistic. He'd had much too much drama within his family and was hoping that it was over. "And maybe she is just happy I am finally settling down."

"I guess we will find out in," Felicity looked at her phone on the counter, "two hours! This has to rise again and then it will take about forty minutes to bake. I didn't realize how close I'd be cutting it." Her nerves picked up again which is something Oliver noticed immediately.

Stepping up to her, he pulled her towards him. His arms circling her seemed to comfort both of them. "We will get through this."

He could feel her head nod as she snuggled into him. They were interrupted a few minutes later as his phone beeped, signaling a text message had come through. He reluctantly stepped away, pulling the phone from the inside of his suit pocket.

"Diggle is on his way back. He went to pick up my spare suit from QC. I figured it would look strange if I didn't change here. Is that okay?"

Felicity looked at him and began to giggle. "Yep, good thing too." She pointed at him then and Oliver looked down to see a trail of flour running up the front of his jacket. Oliver laughed and brushed at the flour, which only seemed to rub it in.

"Sorry about that." Felicity grimaced. She was sure the suit he'd been wearing that day cost more than she made in a month.

"No worries. Do you want to shower first?" He asked looking down at her now, noticing just how much flour was on her. "Or did you shower in the flour already?"

Felicity laughed, "That might be wise." She smiled and spun to head towards her bathroom, spinning back as a knock sounded on the back door.

"That will be Dig." Felicity nodded and headed in the opposite direction again.

"Make yourselves comfortable, I won't take too long."

Oliver walked the few feet towards the back door and opened it slightly when he saw Diggle appear through the peephole. He hadn't had a moment to really talk to him yet but he knew there was a conversation waiting to happen.

Diggle was never exactly subtle about what he saw or thought he saw forming between Oliver and Felicity and Oliver knew that he was an advocate for their union.

"Your suit, sir." Diggle handed him the clothing, wrapped in a garment bag. Oliver didn't miss the shit-eating grin that covered the man's face.

"Dig…" Oliver shook his head.

"Just acting the part of the black driver. Looks like we will all be under the watchful eye of Starling City for at least the next week."

"Diggle…" Oliver started again.

"And she cooks!" Diggle looked around the mess of the kitchen, peaking under the tea towel that covered the rising dough Felicity at left on the counter. "I think you got yourself a good one sir! I don't have to be the black butler as well, do I? I'm not that great with cleaning the kitchen."

Oliver rolled his eyes, "funny..."

"You have to admit, it's kind of funny. I did not see this one coming. Can't say I'm sad though. I would have thrown you a bachelor party had I known. It is the best man's duty after all."

Oliver smiled, a small chuckle finally coming to him. Choosing to ignore the comment he got down to business. "Let's figure out the logistics of this. More and more people are rounding the front and I saw a few at the back. How bad was it when you came back?"

"I parked two blocks down on the left and snuck through with the neighbor. Crowds are getting worse."

"So maybe we shouldn't come back here tonight. I don't want her alone with everyone outside." Oliver looked to Diggle for confirmation.

Diggle nodded in agreement, "so you have three options. First, Verdant. Second, your house. Third, a hotel. There is no place to sleep at Verdant, plenty of room at the mansion but your family is there and we can't guarantee security at a hotel."

Oliver ran his hand over his face. "We'll figure it out Dig. We have to keep her safe."

"How about you discuss this with her." Oliver and Diggle turned to see Felicity standing in the hallway leading from the bedrooms. She'd obviously forgotten something as she was wearing a bathrobe but didn't look to have gotten in the shower yet. "And I'm not going to stay in a hotel. You are more than welcome to sleep with me. Which of course I don't mean sleep WITH me, I just meant here as in my apartment. Of course you knew I meant my apartment, as that is where we are… I'm going to shut up now."

"I just want to make sure you are safe. This is a lot for you to deal with, for anyone to deal with actually, and you didn't ask for it or know it was coming. I…"

She could see the concern in his face and hear it in his voice. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up into his eyes, "we've been through worse. We can make it through this."

He nodded his head, taking a little bit of comfort from her touch. He hoped she was right. They dealt with hardened criminals and the scum of the earth every day but rubbing elbows with the uber-rich while having paparazzi in your face was a different story. He just hoped they could make it to the other side without any casualties. The hype of their marriage had to die down soon…didn't it?

So?! Please let me know what you want to see.

Felicity's chat with Moira is coming up next as well as Olicity's decision on sleeping arrangements for the foreseeable future.