So this is it! Final chapter. I may choose to come back and play in this verse a little more later on, but for now, this is all. I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me for this crazy ride and unknown updating times! Thank you to each and everyone of you who reviewed, gave a kudos, or who has just taken the time to read this story. I appreciate it.

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When she had agreed to let Oliver help her, she hadn't actually meant moving in with him. That had not even been anywhere near her realm of possibilities, really. Which gave total justification to her present moodiness. She was, quite literally, sulking as officer John Diggle wheeled her out to the car. Also unfair, how it was against procedure to allow her to just walk out. In all fairness, she knew she was a little unsteady, but so was…

Felicity slapped Oliver's hands away as he reached out to help her into the car. No, oh no, not a chance, Mister. He was limping worse than a drunken dog, and somehow did not require a wheelchair to evacuate the premises. Talk about unfair!

Never mind about his explanation of signing papers and being released earlier, the man could barely stand on his own and he was offering her assistance? She glared at him, then slowly shuffled herself from the chair into the backseat of the car, whilst Mr. Unfair was standing there, leaning against the open door. It was a miracle it didn't accidentally close with the weight he must be leaning on it. If it had, maybe that would've taught him a lesson about modesty and knowing your own limits.

With what little she'd come to know of him over the last week or two, though? He'd probably blame the door.

Still. She wasn't genuinely mad at him, so when he slid in next to her from the other side of the car, she smiled just a little bit and leaned into him. He exhaled in what she couldn't decide was a huff or a sigh, then lifted his arm to loosely wrap around her shoulders, allowing her to more fully lean against him. He started to play with the fingers of her left hand - his gaze on her freshly mint-painted nails, courtesy of Thea - as he started to speak.

"There was some stuff, mainly clothing items, that managed to survive this fire… I went ahead and had 'em put it all in my room." When Felicity's wide-eyes flashed over to meet his, he was quick to add, "I'll be on the couch, don't worry."

Of course, he still planned on watching over her all night, but she didn't exactly need to know that right now. He was trying to win her over, not sound like a stalker. Felicity's expression, pursed lips and eyes studying his, gave no indication to her thoughts on the matter, however. Still, he held her gaze as she studied him - he would give to her everything she needed or wanted from him that he possibly could. And if that meant standing still while she made up her mind, then he'd do it.

A moment later, she gave a hesitant nod, but he had a feeling if she'd had more energy, she'd have fought a little more. As it was, she dropped her gaze to lay her chin on his chest, she was facing the door and kept her eyes downcast. Oliver bit the inside of his cheek; he couldn't meet her gaze and so had no idea what she was thinking, and this did not sit well with him. However, he knew that now wasn't really the time to press the issue, so he let her be. Though, that didn't stop his free hand - his right hand - from playing with the ends of her hair.

He kind of figured she'd have fallen asleep by the time they got to his house - taking a rather scenic route, just in case - but no. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway, Felicity sat up and blinked out the side window. Dig - who was driving - stopped the car and got out to offer Oliver assistance in standing; meanwhile his wife, Lyla, who'd been riding shotgun, opened Felicity's door and was helping her out. Oliver first made sure she got out ok, then he ignored John as he got himself out and hobbled over to the front door. He didn't miss his partners not-so-subtle eye roll either, but chose to ignore it. John, having got the key from Oliver earlier, stepped forward to unlock the door and let everyone in.

Oliver could do nothing but stand there and watch as Lyla helped Felicity back to his room. The nice thing about this house, and one of the prime reasons Oliver had chosen it, was because it had duel masters. Meaning, both Oliver and Thea's bedrooms had a nice, full bathroom attached. Which would come in handy with these extra people around. The pain in his foot finally registered once he had nothing else to focus on, so Oliver hobbled over to the couch and sat himself down. Then along came John, with a pillow that he put on the coffee table, after moving the candles of course(they were Thea's). Oliver could only stare at him a moment as the bigger man said nothing, just gave him a stern look and pointed at it. Too tired to argue, Oliver manhandled his cast to prop his leg up on the table, then leaned back into the couch with a sigh. He was tired but he couldn't sleep, not yet.

"I'm gonna call into the station real quick, let them know we've arrived." Oliver nodded to him, and Digg disappeared.

Oliver made the mistake of closing his eyes. He was intending to fully enjoy the moment or two of peace. Then, an unknown about of time later, his eyes opened when he felt the couch shift and looked to see a certain blonde settling herself down next to him. Wasn't she supposed to be in the other room? He looked up to see Lyla hovering over them, who only shrugged at him.

"She wanted to see you," was all the other woman said. Then she took a step back and added, "Do you mind if I…?" here she waved vaguely towards Thea's room.

"I've got her," Oliver assured with a nod, and so Lyla disappeared, too. Oliver looked to the clock by the TV to find he'd actually been out of it for a few hours. Shaking his head at his laxness, he turned his attention to the woman pressing into his side. She was leaning against him, but her focus was on the electronic tablet in her hands. She seemed to be opening a word document.

"Lyla give you a tablet?" He asked, meeting her eyes as she smiled up at him and nodded, showing him what she'd quickly typed in response,

Yep! It's mine now.

Oliver chuckled and nodded, and it was a really good idea. He was only disappointed he hadn't thought of it first. In the next moment, Felicity became a little more shy, biting her lip and looking down. Which made Oliver want to read what she'd written all the more. Also, wow, he'd never seen anyone type as fast as she seemed to; sometimes she only used one hand, too!

I don't want to sleep. Can we watch a movie?

"Sure. Thea made me get Netflix and Hulu, so…" he started to shift forwards to grab the controller off the coffee table, but then about jumped out of his skin when Felicity's left hand found his leg. Like, the inside of his leg, almost beneath his knee. She hadn't even noticed his reaction as she reached forward and snatched the controller. All Oliver could do was turn his head to stare at her, which she finally noticed, after turning the TV on and glancing over at him. He looked pointedly down at her hand, which was still on his leg.

She blushed, but then a weird expression overtook her face and she slowly started to inch her hand away, turning her body away too.

Wait, no. That's not what he wanted.

Oliver grabbed her left hand in his right, and pulled her a little closer. She willingly leaned more fully against his shoulder, and Oliver couldn't stop his grin as she snuggled into him. He left their entwined hands on his knee, a slightly less distracting place than where her's had been before. He sat back and let Felicity watch whatever she wanted, enjoying the simplicity of basking in her presence.

And then...they must've both fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, he was waking up to a dark TV with a blonde next to him, right arm thrown around him and totally using his chest as a pillow. Oliver could not deny that he was completely ok with this development.

Only, he just now realized what had woken him up: Felicity was restless.

She murmured lowly in her sleep and her head and hands kept twitching. He didn't know exactly where his right hand was - buried somewhere underneath Felicity and probably still connected with her hand, so he wasn't willing to take that risk at the moment. So he lifted his left hand and gently rubbed at her back, cradling her head as he spoke soft assurances. She snuffled her nose adorably and pressed into him more. She seemed to have settled down for the moment, though.

Looking to the clock, Oliver saw it was a little past eight in the morning. He marveled at that, because it was rare that he actually managed to sleep through the night these days. He must have been more tired than he'd thought...or, it may have been due to his blonde partner here. A wave of longing suddenly hit him and he knew...he really, really wanted this. He was determined to do whatever it took, to lead them here again once his was all over. Or, maybe just to stay here.

Except...now his bladder was making itself known and he was regretting all that water he'd had during the movie last night. Looking down at the sleeping lady, he sighed. He hated to. In fact, he really, really didn't want to. But, he had to get up.

"Felicity, hun, can you move?" Oliver spoke, trying to shift the blonde away from him. She clung tighter. Oliver stifled a laugh, because apparently she didn't want to move anymore than he did, so he added, "Just for a few minutes. I do need to get up, 'm sorry." he poked her in the side, which finally had her shifting away. She was starting to wake as he moved, but he kissed the top of her head and laid her carefully against the next couch cushion, murmuring that she didn't have to get up and he would be right back.

She was awake, though, by the time he got his leg off the table and levered himself up to hobble towards his bathroom. She watched him, just in case he fell, but made no move otherwise. Until he came back, and then he saw her awake and with the tablet in her hands.

"Hey. You hungry?" Oliver asked, smiling gently at her as he leaned against the back of the couch. Her emphatic nodding must have indicated her hungry tummy, because he laughed and then moved on to the kitchen. "C'mon, I'll see what we can fix up."

She still wasn't really allowed to have most solid foods, for fear of the damage they might do on the way down, but Oliver assured her that he was a smoothie master. Any flavor she liked, he could make it - adding plenty of nutrition that one could barely taste. She didn't believe him. On the taste part, anyway. Still, he whipped up two blueberry banana smoothies, and leaned back against the counter, watching her as she took her first sip. Her eyes widened and she nodded. She turned to her tablet and typed out,

Surprisingly good! You may retain your title, Smoothie Master.

They were both quiet for a moment, each sipping on their own drink, when Felicity became nervous again. Oliver watched her for a moment, then gently asked her what was wrong. She put down her drink and carefully paid attention to what she was writing on her tablet. Something she wouldn't allow him to see until she was finished. When she finally did turn it to him, hands shaking slightly, it read,

So does...I mean, can...can this count as our missed coffee date? I mean, I know it isn't coffee but…

Oliver looked up at her, holding his breath as he asked, "Do you want it to?"

She quickly typed, Yes! Wait, I asked you first. Do you? And she tapped eagerly on the question when she showed it to him. Oliver put down his drink and stepped forward.

"Yes, I do. I...I'd like it better if his was more like our second, or third date, though." Oliver said, and he was so close now Felicity could see all the little flecks of color in his beautiful blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow to encourage him to continue, too mesmerized by his gaze to think of the tablet still in her hands.

"Because I have a question for you, and it would be more appropriate for a third date scenario." he whispered, continuing to loom over her. She didn't move. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed her tablet and put it on the counter, then slowly began to lean in. He cupped her face with his left hand, using his right as a brace against the counter behind him, just in case his leg gave out. It would not due to fall right now. He stopped when his lips were mere centimeters from her own, glancing down at them, but then whispered his question,

"Is this ok?"

He was asking if it was ok to kiss her.

Her answer was to surge forward and meet his lips with her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer as the kiss deepened and she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his lips sliding over her own. A throat clearing jerked them from their new reality, and Oliver leaned back enough to see it was John standing on the other side of the counter, trying to get their attention.

"As delighted as I am for you two, there was a development over night you need to know about. It's good news. Take a seat and I'll tell ya."

Reluctantly, Oliver dropped his hand from her face, but felt much better when Felicity immediately took his hand in her own, and after picking up her tablet and smoothie, she dragged him towards the couch. They sat next to each other and stared up at Digg, who sat on the edge of the coffee table.

"Last night, at about 23 hundred, a state trooper pulled over a vehicle with a busted tail light. He called it in right away, and dispatch said it was a rental. I don't remember the name he used, but you know we have Cooper's picture up everywhere - imagine the troopers surprise when he walked up to find Cooper Seldon behind the wheel."

Felicity squeaked, actually squeaked, and clung to Oliver's hand so hard his fingers were sure to go numb soon. He couldn't resist the urge to pull her closer; he nearly pulled her into his lap as he asked,

"Did they get him? Is he in custody?" Oliver held his breath, waiting for the answer.

"Yes." Diggle allowed himself to smile, nodding at the two. "He's in custody. It's finally over, Felicity. For real this time."

Felicity sprung to her feet and hugged officer Diggle, making him laugh but he returned it. Oliver almost felt jealous, until she settled back next to him and perched her head on his shoulder, poking at his cheek with her nose. The look in her eyes was trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure what.

"Are you asking me something?" he questioned, a grin on his lips because his girl was beside him, smiling at him, and he was feeling playful. Felicity grabbed her tablet and typed lightning fast.

Glancing at her response of, Can I kiss you again? Diggle took this as his cue to leave and promptly vanished. Not that either of the two on the couch noticed.

"Yes, please. I would like that, very much." Oliver whispered, before Felicity claimed his lips again. They stayed like that for several moments, until one of them had to lean back in order to breathe.

"You never need to ask, by the way." Oliver spoke slowly, his voice gravelly and, Felicity would admit, very sexy, knowing the quality of his voice had nothing to do with smoke inhalation this time. Well, not that kind of smoke, anyway. When she gave him a confused look, he continued.

"You have my permission for any type of kisses, anytime. You don't need to ask." he told her, to which she grinned and peppered his face in tiny little kisses. He actually laughed, but because he couldn't take her teasing anymore, he grabbed her face and held her still so his lips could find hers again.

He was already addicted, and they'd only started this morning. After several more minutes of kissing, they finally settled down to watch some TV and finish their smoothies. Oliver held her to his side with his arm around her, of course, because they were only content when they could feel the other, pressed up close to them.

It would be a few more days before Felicity moved out, renting a condo of her own.

It would be a little less than a year, before she would be moving back into the Queen home. Only this time, all three residents would be sharing the same last name.