Notes:

Thank you to everyone who supports me and enjoys this story, it means the world to me.

Again, this chapter is not Felicity friendly. I am so sorry, this is not how I planned to handle her character, the original plan was to have her redeem herself and it is still the plan but I am honestly not sure how I can do this in a believable way given everything that she's done and Oliver and Sara have learnt. I'm not sure how they would get past such a breach of trust and enormous violation of their privacy. This is not going to turn into a Felicity bashing fic, by no means but I'm trying to stay true to the characters and given Oliver and Sara's trust issues I just don't see them getting past this any time soon or at all. And I find the thought that she had recorded them just atrocious. It is such a vile thing to do.

Chapter 72

Amplified anger and sadness cause I'ma stressed wastin' energy on enemies I never met

Oliver

He wasn't sure he was ready to face Felicity. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face the implications that came with Felicity's actions. Oliver wasn't sure he was ready to face this betrayal. Honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know how she got recordings of Sara's voice and what else she might have gotten, even less the reasons behind it. Why would she do something like that? Why would she put them all in danger? It was such a colossal risk she took. Anyone could get those recordings and use them against them, from the cops to their enemies.

Was this why Prometheus always seemed to be a couple of steps ahead of them? How he knew what they were going to do? And if so, Sara and Mila were in danger for sure. He had talked about both of them to his team members while being in the Bunker, believing the space to be safe, something he had refrained from doing out in public. As far as the public was concerned, Sara wasn't even in Star City, sure she did leave the apartment from time to time, rarely but she did but they had yet to go anywhere together, besides the check-ups with Caitlin at Dr. Lockhart's office, but they usually got in the car in the underground car park at their home and out at the hospital, there was almost no chance for them to accidentally get spotted by paparazzi this way, other than that it had only been the Courthouse the day they got married and Patty Shack's right after. And that was on purpose and a deliberate choice they had made and were still making. It was difficult for him to go outside without anyone noticing, he was a prominent figure in Star City and very well known by most, he was still featured in gossip magazine on the regular, even though he hadn't done anything remotely interesting ever since coming back home, but they didn't care and made up their own stories. That was fine. They were so far off the truth it was laughable, but he welcomed their wild speculations, even the ones involving Felicity. It meant Sara and he had done their job and managed to hide Mila's existence from the public so far. He was hopeful they could keep it that way, at least until she was born, and if it were up to him even longer. The longer they could keep her out of the public's eye, the longer she was safe.

And yes, Sara was known to the gossip magazines too, had featured them regularly by his and Tommy's side during their teens, especially after she had featured in the video that had been used in his trial after he had hit that paparazzo, an action he still stood by to this day, the asshole had seriously insulted Sara and that had just pissed him off, but that had been years ago. As far as the public knew, Sara had left Star three years ago and yet to come back. And that was how they liked it and wanted to keep it for now. So even if she were outside by herself, or with her family, chances were slim that she'd be recognized. And even if they'd simply assume she were here to visit her family, and the pregnancy was completely unrelated to him and with that they'd leave her alone. Were she spotted at his side would be an entirely different story, though. No one in the public cared about Sara Lance, not as long as her name wasn't brought up in relation to his. And he didn't feel like having their entire life dragged through the mud and public yet again. He really wished people would just move past their affair and let the past be in the past and the story finally rest. He had enough current problems and there was no need to dredge the past back up yet again, especially simply for the sick entertainment of strangers who got off on judging people on events they knew nothing about.

He really wished people would just leave him alone. He had never done anything that warranted the type of attention the public and gossip magazines were showing him as Oliver Queen. If he could lay down his last name and with that, get rid of the attention, he would, but he knew that wasn't how it worked. He would always be Oliver Queen, Robert and Moira Queen's son, and with that, worthy of being featured on their pages or news articles. He had never understood nor would he ever why people cared enough about his a stranger's life to pay horrendous sums to read mostly made up stories about him.

But this wasn't the biggest issue he was facing right now, it wasn't what was bothering him the most, even though he was regularly struggling with the thought that Mila would get the same attention from the media as he and Thea had when they were growing up which worried him a lot and made him sick to his stomach, actually. He could easily imagine some of the scathing articles or news segments that would be published once the media learnt of Mila's existence and her parentage. It was something he really didn't want his innocent baby girl to be confronted with. That was also a factor that had featured in his decision to give William up. Not a main reason, but a reason none the less. His son had been conceived while Laurel had been his girlfriend. The last thing he wanted was for William to read or hear some story concocted by complete strangers that gave him the wrong impression or a completely wrong picture of who his mother had been. While he was still deeply wounded by her actions and the choice she had made, Samantha was not a bad person at all and did not deserve to be painted the way the press probably would, knowing how Sara's name had been dragged through the mud after the sinking of the Gambit and the revelation of their affair that had followed.

Samantha had been young and made one questionable decision, but again, she hadn't been the one in the wrong or who had done something wrong. It had been him. He had been in a relationship. Had chosen to cheat on his longtime girlfriend. He was the one to blame. Not Samantha. Oliver really didn't want William to get a wrong picture of his mother, or have his school friends react to those articles in a negative way towards him. His son was an innocent in this entire mess and should not have to pay for his parent's choices. Or question whether he had been wanted or not or they regretted having him. Because he had been wanted, by both of his parents, even if it had taken him a long time to admit to himself, that yes, he had wanted to be a part of the life of the child he had believed he had lost before he had had the chance to come to terms with the knowledge that he was going to be a father. Not being a part of his child's life had never even been an option for him or crossed his mind. It wouldn't have bothered him to the point of telling his mom if it had. The biggest issue for him had been that Laurel would learn about his transgression and leave him because of it, because it had been clear to him she would find out about his child. At that point in time, he hadn't realized that this had been so clear to him because he had subconsciously known that he was going to be in his child's life.

Looking back now he realized that his mother had known that too, she'd known that he wouldn't have abandoned his child and therefore done what she had to make sure Samantha's child would not in any shape or form interfere with the life they had planned for him. A life he had never really wanted. Had he known this was what would happen, he wouldn't have confided in her. He would've never told his mom about the situation he had found himself in, at least not before figuring out what he was going to do and actually talking to Samantha about it.

Oliver swallowed harshly, thinking about his son came with the by now familiar onslaught of anguish, but there was nothing he could do about that. William was safe. That was all that mattered in the end. He wondered if there was going to come a day when thinking about his mother would simply come with the pain he felt about losing her and without the still very prominent feeling of betrayal and anger he felt at her actions concerning William. He figured only time would tell, and this was not the betrayal he needed to focus on right now. No, the one that mattered was the one he wasn't ready to face yet, but had no choice but to, the one that came with almost too many questions he wasn't sure he wanted the answers to. But needed to know none the less.

Was Felicity listening to all of those recordings, or was she doing it sporadically? It was almost impossible for her to go through everything, if she was indeed recording the Bunker twenty-four-seven. There weren't enough hours in the day for her to keep track of them all. How did she decide what she listened to and what not? Sara and he had spent almost five months living in the Foundry. Had all the time they had spent there together been recorded? And were it just voice recordings or actual videos? There were questions over questions circling around in his head and he was sure Sara wasn't fairing any better. And it wasn't just… yes, one of the biggest issues he had was the possible invasion of his privacy and his relationship with Sara. The thought of anyone being privy to some of their most private moments, be it physical or emotional, was something he was severely struggling with. It wasn't just because of the nature of that invasion of privacy but also given the history Sara and he had. Those moments were supposed to be private, no one but them should've been witness to any of it.

There were several instances back then that neither of them wanted to share with anyone. There were conversations they'd had that would reveal details about their past that neither of them were comfortable or willing to confess to anyone. And he didn't just mean after the Gambit.

But what bothered him even more was the fact that those recordings had been used and manipulated to mislead Quentin in a way that was unforgivable. Sara had unknowingly been used in an event she would've never condoned. An act she would've never ever agreed with. He knew how much she loved Quentin, just how much he meant to her and how difficult leaving him had been for her, in both instances, especially after his heart attack and subsequent health issues. But she hadn't had much of a choice, Oliver to this day wasn't aware of the exact terms of the deal Sara had made with Ra's, it was something she had never offered and hadn't been willing to share with him when he had asked her about it. As rocky and difficult as their relationship might have been while Sara was growing up, especially during her mid to late teens, Sara had always been a daddy's girl, yes, she and Dinah had understood each other on a level Quentin and Laurel had not given their similar characters, but still, she'd been a daddy's girl, she'd been a tomboy and Quentin had loved to do all the things a father would do with a son, with his younger daughter who had loved it just as much as he had. It had been Quentin who had helped coach her soccer games, who'd gotten her into baseball and taken her to the Rocket's games. Sara had both been his little princess and the son he'd never had. It was a strange combination, but that was just Sara. She had always been full of contradictions, one of the sweetest, nicest and most helpful people he knew, and at the same time someone you didn't want to cross because she could be as cold as ice and downright cruel if she was hurt or you went too far and took advantage of her or someone she cared about one too many times.

He would've loved to just stay back home with Sara and pretend none of this had happened, that this wasn't real, but he, unfortunately, didn't have the luxury of staying ignorant and avoiding his team. They needed to know what he's learnt about Prometheus thanks to Talia. Especially Laurel. She was in the most danger. She was working with Adrian on a daily basis. Who knew what he would do if Talia let him know she had revealed his identity to him? He wasn't willing to risk Adrian going after Laurel while she had no idea just how dangerous her colleague was.

So, he forced himself to leave Sara after their nap, to go to the Bunker and fill everyone in. Thea had decided to stay back and with Sara for a little longer, she had come back from telling Roy goodbye, Sin had gone to help a friend, while Sara and he had been eating and joined them, he had recounted his findings to both women and shared his thoughts with them, which led to Sara voicing her assessment of the situation, including her concerns for both her sister and him.

It surprised Oliver when he stepped out of the elevator into the Bunker and found it empty. He had at least expected Felicity to be here. The Green Arrow walked around the new basis of his operation, a place he had felt comfortable and safe in for a long time, a place that in contrast to the Foundry was mostly designed by Felicity and Cisco. He had known every nook and cranny of the Foundry, had known everything there was to know about it, had created it with his own bare hands. The Foundry had almost been an extension of himself, had become his home, at times more so than the one he had grown up in, especially during the time Sara had been there with him. It was only now that he walked around the Bunker that he realized he had given most of its creation out of his hands. There were things about it he didn't know, he had known the Foundry's blueprints by heart, he couldn't recall whether he had ever seen the ones of the Bunker or not. Trusting Felicity and Cisco completely. Thinking now that it might have been a very stupid move on his part that could cost him greatly.

He should've known better. Should've been more involved in the process. He should've never given so much control out of his hands. Oliver walked towards the back and opened a drawer in the cabinet, searching through them, until he found the blueprints. He took them with him and sat on the exercise mats, spreading the papers out in front of him. He spent long minutes studying them closely, noticing several things that could be problematic, dangerous or even deadly. Fuck! He should've done this a long time ago. Why hadn't he? There was no emergency exit, there was no emergency generator that was not connected with the main electricity line. There was nothing that was not the newest tech possible, but that meant there were no alternatives in case the tech wouldn't work. Felicity and Cisco were some of the best in their fields, but they were hopelessly lost outside the world of tech and within the world of survival. And their creation did not stand the simplest tests in that department. He studied the air vents, finding more possible issues.

The Bunker could very easily be turned into a death trap. And once inside it, there was no way out. No possible way to escape. How could he have let this happen? How hadn't he realized this before? This was something he'll have to change as soon as possible. Fuck!

He was such a fucking idiot! This was where a team and democracy had led him. He should've been more involved.

Oliver got up and grabbed a pen from Felicity's workspace and went back to the blueprints, drawing the changes that would have to be made to the space to make sure they couldn't be trapped within.

He rolled the papers up once he was done, placing them by the lockers, planning on taking them home with him and getting Sara's inputs on his planned changes and the original structure.

It was after that he looked around again, wondering... the Green Arrow systematically began to search the Bunker for devices that did not belong there. It didn't take him long to find a recording device, the type Felicity preferred to use, if someone asked him later, he wouldn't be sure what had happened but something inside of him shifted and he could feel the red-hot fury, he had felt on his way home, course through his veins again and he really needed to give his feelings a physical outlet.

Oliver flipped Felicity's table over when he spotted the woman in question and Dig stepping out of the elevator. He tried to tamp down his fury, tried to take control of his emotions, but it was a struggle and a fight he seemed to be losing.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" His original plan to keep calm and his anger in check left the moment he spotted Felicity hearing Sara's broken voice in his mind again. Recalling the lost, hurt and betrayed look on his face when they had talked about it only a couple of hours ago. He stepped around the broken pieces of furniture and technology to reach the edge of the platform and step down, moving closer to his teammates, barely registering Dig's voice in an attempt to calm him down. He didn't have the patience to deal with him too, or take the time to explain to him what was going on. No, he needed answers from Felicity, and he needed them now.

"Doing what? Oliver, I don't understand…" Felicity looked very confused and a little unsettled at having the full force of his anger directed at her, something that rarely happened.

"Is this one if yours?" He might have felt bad about it, had it not been for the whirlwind of emotions surging through him, the small reminder of the origin of said fury still in his hand.

"Oliver man, calm down. You're tripping. Do you even hear yourself right now? You don't make any sense." But he just ignored Dig. Never faltering in his stride towards Felicity. It didn't surprise him he came to Felicity's defense. It was what he usually did, but this time he wasn't going to consider his arguments.

"John, stay out of this. Answer the damn question, Felicity! Is this one of yours? Or is someone else recording everything we say?!" He only gave him as much attention as his eyes required to glance at him and shift back to the woman in front of him. The stranger who had shared his bed and life. Being around Felicity in general was still not something he was comfortable with. It had gotten better. The pain had lessened over the months, especially now with Sara permanently at his side again. But it was still there and there was still so much he didn't understand, so many answers she had yet to give him. He had hoped that with time they might be able to go back to the way they used to be, before they got romantically involved with each other, but this was something that seemed less and less probable as time passed.

"Oliver, I can explain..." Felicity started but he never actually gave her a chance to explain herself, the way she had started the sentence and the look on her face told him that all she was going to give him were excuses and that was not what he was looking for or wanted. He needed to know why she had changed the way he had told her to do things. They had talked about it once, shortly after she had joined the team, but he had made sure she understood that there was no debate on how to run their security cameras, and how he wanted her to handle them.

"I know that. I just thought they might be helpful depending on the situation and you might never know, we might not notice until after 24 hours." Well, if that was the case, it meant their security system was useless. The point was that they could go through the recording of the security camera to learn who had broken in, after they were alerted to it through their security system. That was the main reason why they had the cameras. So they would be able to get the face of the intruder and check the systems to get a name, if it was a stranger. Or so they would know if they had bugged the place or stolen something. This was the only reason why he had put cameras in.

"What else don't I know about? What else have you done without my knowledge? Tell me, Overwatch!" He knew his voice was dripping with barely contained fury, but there was no holding it back anymore. He might have been able to had they come before he had torn the Bunker apart or a couple of hours after, but now, now he was riding the wave of his rage and there was no getting off without being pulled under and drowning in it.

"You were spying on Sara?" And yes, he had put a tracker on Sara, but that had been just in case he wasn't going to lose her again. Having a chance to find out where she was, was entirely different from listening in and recording her private conversations.

"What… Oliver, I never spied on Sara. What are you talking about? Did she say that?" He really, really didn't like the implication that came with her last question. Sara would never. She actually really liked Felicity and had thought very highly of her, and even if she hadn't Sara would never make assumptions or cause unnecessary drama on purpose. Sara hated drama and there was no reason for her to make shit up that wasn't true. Besides, they weren't in High School anymore, there was no gossiping or creating rumors for stupid reasons. Jesus, his wife had hated that shit already back when they were kids.

"No, she didn't say anything except what she had learnt through Roy. Which was apparently, that you used recordings of her voice to fool Quentin into believing he was talking to her while she had been dead for months already! What the hell were you thinking?!" He could feel the anger again, Quentin had been pissed at him, and he had understood, to some degree but there had been so much hate from the older man, hate he hadn't been able to grasp wondering now if Quentin had known about the level of deception that had been used on him and if he had assumed he had been a part of it or even the one responsible for it, if so he understood, truly. He did. He'd hate himself too.

"Oliver, calm down. You weren't here, and there is a solid explanation for that. If you'd just give her a chance and let her speak." He clenched his fists and counted down from twenty, fighting the urge to hit Dig. The accusatory and self-righteous tone of his voice grating on his already frazzled nerves.

Felicity may have betrayed him in a way he would've never thought possible, something that hurt more than he cared to admit. He had loved her; he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and all the while she had possibly been recording everything he did, against his will and knowledge. It was a type of betrayal he wasn't sure how to handle. He had trusted her, yet she seemed not to have trusted him at all. If she had distrusted him this much, why would she have wanted to be with him? Questions over questions he wasn't sure he wanted the answers to. But there were some he really did want clarified, just like he wanted the physical evidence so he could confirm the truth of her words.

He could admit that some of her explanation and the thoughts behind her actions could be understandable, given her argumentation. Except, the point had never been to have and keep recordings. It was only meant to be used in specific instances they should've been made aware of right away and especially before the twenty-four-hour mark. But that didn't change the fact that she had gone behind his back and done this. She should've let him know, should've brought this up at some point. They had been fucking engaged for crying out loud and she hadn't thought it necessary to tell him she was constantly recording the Bunker and saving those recordings. Just like she hadn't told him, she hadn't been happy in Ivy Town. He felt the familiar pain associated with that revelation and the implication coming with it resurface. He pushed that thought back. This was neither the time nor the place for it. This wasn't important right now.

Oliver wasn't sure he heard right. Of course, he had trusted Sara right away. He had known her for most of his life. They had already been through so much at that time. They had been willing to die for each other; they had killed for each other. There hadn't been anything they hadn't been willing to do for the other and they had both known that this fact hadn't changed in the nearly five years they had been apart. And yes, he had been wary of her powers after she had shown back up again. Of course he had been. But not of Sara, never of Sara. He had been worried about her, because they hadn't known anything about her powers, where they had come from, why she had them and what they might do to her.

"And I didn't spy on Sara… And you just trusted her and expected us to do the same… We knew nothing about her and you just expected us to accept her as your second in command. Do you have any idea how that made us feel? After what happened with Helena and Isabelle and then Slade, you can't blame me for not trusting your judgment regarding women or people from your past. I was just making sure." He couldn't fucking believe her. Was she seriously trying to use two women he had been involved with and she had been jealous of about as an excuse for her despicable behavior? He couldn't fucking believe it, of course he had realized Felicity's insecurity towards Sara when she had first become a part of their team, and yes, he had also noticed the apparent jealousy and no; he hadn't been unaware of Felicity's crush on him, even if Sara hadn't brought it up on several occasions. He wasn't nearly as oblivious as people thought he was. But Felicity had come to like Sara once she'd gotten the chance to get to know her better and he would've never expected her to…

He honestly didn't give a shit about Felicity's feelings right now, neither the ones in the past nor her current ones. Sara didn't trust easily, had even less back then than she does now. And she had trusted Felicity pretty much right away, because he had trusted Felicity. This had made her feel comfortable enough around her and Dig to share some of her past with them, to explain it to them, to put her life in their hands. Did they know just what that had cost Sara, the privilege they'd been given? And this is how she thanked her? Sara had been nothing but nice and considerate towards Felicity from the moment they had met. She had made an effort. And in exchange, Felicity had not only betrayed that trust but violated her.

He couldn't even… Sara had been violated more times than he was probably aware of, and she would ever let on from the moment the Gambit had gone down. Both physically and mentally. But nothing compared to this. To be violated by a friend.

"Did you record us while we were alone, at the Foundry?" He would find out one way or another, but he wanted to hear it from her. And the beauty about his question was, it didn't matter whether Felicity told him the truth, she was a terrible liar and even if she weren't, he knew all of her tells. He wanted the truth, and he wanted to know if there were recordings of him and Sara while they were having sex.

His mind automatically took him back to that first night every time he thought about the possibility of Sara and him having been taped while they were at the Foundry. It had been so fucking special, so fucking personal. They had come together as one for the very first time in more than six fucking years. It had been raw; it had been so fucking emotional, and it had been personal, it had been intimate on a level they had never before reached. They had spent the entire night getting reacquainted with each other, relearning all the ways in which their bodies had changed. They had discovered every scar. Sara had spent ages just tracing them, studying his tattoos. They had talked in whispers, shared some of the stories behind their scars, or his tattoos. He had told her about his mom, about Thea. She had told him about what had happened with her family and why she had been crying.

He had just fucking held her close, swearing he was never letting her go again, needing to make sure she was really here, really alive, that he hadn't lost her yet again. He had cried into her neck when the realization had hit, after hours of giving in to passion, of letting their bodies do most of the talking, that he had almost lost her again less than twenty-four hours ago.

It had been about them and only them. It had been about the years they had lost, the grief they had felt believing the other was dead. It had been about all the things they had never gotten around to say. It had been about finally getting a chance to try, to really try and find out what this thing between them was. If they could make a real relationship work. It was about hope. It was about finally having her back home in his arms again.

Oliver looked at Felicity, and for the first time since he had met her, he wasn't sure who she was, and what he saw. He felt betrayed; he felt violated and just like Sara had; he felt sick to his stomach at the thought that a moment that should've only been between Sara and him, a moment they had never thought they'd ever have again, a moment they had fought so hard for, they had bled and nearly died for, might have been witnessed by someone he called his friend. A woman he had loved, the woman he had wanted to share his life with less than a year ago. And he suddenly wondered if he had ever really known her. If she could do something like this, if she could take that privacy, that right to solitude away from them, what wouldn't she do? How could she do this? Especially knowing how difficult it was for both him and Sara to trust people, knowing how much he valued his privacy, how he didn't appreciate people sticking their nose into his business, digging into his life.

He grew up with paparazzi following him around for as long as he could remember. It came with his last name. There wasn't much he could do about that, and he had tried. As a teenager, he had tried so hard to get rid of them, to not have his choices blasted all over the gossip magazines and sometimes even making the news. Yes, he was used to his privacy getting violated by strangers trying to get the money shot of Oliver Jonas Queen.

He had never felt more violated than he did in this very moment thinking about the possibility that one of the most precious, emotional, significant and cherished moments of his life might have been recorded and watched by someone he loved, someone he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He was utterly disgusted.

"Oliver, Joanna's missing! She was supposed to visit her mom, but she never reached her." Laurel interrupted them before Felicity got a chance to answer him and he turned around, facing the elevator and the woman who had just stepped out of it.

"Do we know where and when she was last seen?" He pushed his feelings to the side and switched his brain into the mode he needed in order to find Laurel's best friend. It wasn't like Joanna to just disappear and not go visit her mother when she said she would. They were close, especially since her brother's death. There was no doubt in his mind that foul play was responsible for the lawyer's disappearance. The question now was just who. Was it someone who had a bone to pick with her because of what she did for a living, or was it Prometheus?

"At the garage in her apartment building six days ago." Laurel answered right away. Six days ago, that was when he had left on his trip to find Talia. Coincidence? He doubted it.

"Felicity, I need you to find everything you can." He was going to deal with Felicity after, once Joanna was back home. He stepped towards the podium, getting his cell out of his pocket.

"Sara, something's come up here, Joanna has been missing for a few days, I'm not sure when I'll be home, are Speedy and Sin still with you?... no, no, tell her to stay with you, it's fine, we got this… I will…. Thank you. YA tebya lyublyu." Yeah, he felt better if Thea stayed with Sara. Roy had already left the Legends needing his help, and he really didn't want her to be alone right now. Not with everything that had happened. He had to smile when she told him to be careful and that she'd put some dinner on the side for him and that she loved him. A sentiment he returned in Russian. He'd be damned if he shared even more intimate details of his and Sara's life with anyone. Maybe he should get them new phones, just in case.

It was only once he was facing the podium that he realized the destruction all around him he had created while expressing his feelings earlier, instead of looking for more devices. He looked around for a moment, taking in the destruction his burst of anger had created. There was no way Felicity could work here, and they needed to work fast and find Joanna. She'd been gone too long already. Oliver let his eyes roam across the room, contemplating before making up his mind.

"Felicity, take everything you need to find Joanna's whereabouts with you." He turned towards her, making sure she understood that this was an order. He didn't trust this space anymore, didn't trust that they weren't being recorded and that Ruvé or Adrian possibly had managed to get access to those recordings somehow. And he wasn't going to take any chances with Joanna's life. There was at least one place in this city that he knew for sure was safe and not bugged, and that was his home.

He sent Sara a quick text letting her know about his change of plans. It wasn't ideal, especially given the knowledge they had just gathered concerning Felicity, but there wasn't anything he could do about that right now, not before Joanna was found. And he knew Sara would not only understand but agree with him, still he felt bad bringing the woman who had violated her so severely to their home, forcing her to interact with her. He wished there was another way, but he couldn't change everything up right now and at the same time find Joanna as quickly as possible.

Notes:

I hope this chapter makes sense and Oliver's reactions and actions are believable and understandable, let me know what you guys think.

I generally liked the episode in Season five where Oliver and Felicity were trapped in the Bunker, they had some good scenes together and I liked that they actually talked about some things concerning their break up and stuff.
But there was one thing that made absolutely no sense to me and that was that it was even possible for them to get trapped in the Bunker the way they did. There is no way in hell Oliver wouldn't have ensured there was an emergency exit, even less the fact that he didn't actually seemed to know the layout of the place. This is so out of character for him, so I decided to sort of address it in this chapter to some degree. It's been a while since I watched that episode and I didn't have the time to rewatch it, so there is the chance that I got some of it wrong. Let me know if I did.

The chapter title is from the song " I don't care" by Tom MacDonald.