Author's note: enjoyed get a couple reviews but my muse is still being a pain... hoping to have more inspiration after tonight's episode... no spoilers for anyone who can't see it yet... I have 4 chapters for you tonight

On another note, I made the coolest pumpkins this year... a white one that has all the Arrow logos from all seasons and an orange one that is made to look like Slade's mask... so much fun

Review and let me know what you guys think

Disclosure: I own nothing of Arrow or Felicity would be sporting something extra right now... if you know what I mean

"I still say those two will be spoiled rotten before they even leave the womb." Kassandra laughed as she stepped out the doorway. She was a young blonde with rich grey eyes. She was the receptionist and wife of Oliver's therapist so Oliver had struck up a couple conversations with her over the weeks. Mitchell didn't discuss his patients even with his wife, which Oliver was glad for. He didn't like sharing this side of him with anyone but knew that if he really wanted to move past his past traumas he needed outside help. Someone to push him to really question himself and not allow him to slip into self pity.

"If my sister has her way, that is definitely a possibility." Oliver laughed as he stepped outside and started down the front steps.

Kassandra was finished for the day and had a few errands to run before heading home with her husband so Oliver had offered to walk her out. As soon as they were on the sidewalk outside the 4 floor walk up that housed the therapist office on the first floor, Oliver turned and smiled at her. "Well I will see you next week."

"Yep same time. Have a good week and I can't wait to see more pictures."

"I'll have them with me." Oliver boasted proudly. He was turning to hail a cab as he felt a right hook connect with his jaw. He stumbled back and fell to the ground, shocked he was taken by surprise by his attacker. He looked up to find a familiar face as his attacker. "Sara?!"

"Oliver is everything okay?" Kassandra was at his side in seconds.

"He'll be fine. Now you can move on. Find some other deep pocketed billionaire to sink your teeth into. This one is married and will be staying that way, even if I have to beat the idea into his thick, idiotic skull." Sara growled as she shook her hand, the pain of her bare knuckles connection into Oliver's jaw causing it to hurt already.

"What?!"

Oliver shook his head as he instantly picked up what Sara was implying. "Kassandra it's fine. This is a friend. Go ahead. Run your errands. I'll be fine. Thanks."

"You sure?" She waited to see Oliver nodded in agreement, glancing up once more at the fiery blonde before them. "Okay. I'll see you next week."

"Like hell you will. Like I said, find another payday you gold digging tramp."

"Sara!" Oliver snapped, ashamed of how she was acting. He patted Kassandra's hand and nodded again, a look of apology on his face. Finally she walked away and Oliver stood back up. He grabbed at his jaw and wiggled it, trying desperately to dull the sting Sara left there. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? What hell is wrong with you?! You've been sneaking around, screwing Miss Blonde Bimbo behind Felicity's back. What she isn't what you want anymore? Now that she is your wife and about to bring your son and daughter into this world you feel you can still play the field? Just because your last name? Well let me tell you, the Queen name doesn't have the prestige and power it once had. You and your parents fucked that up. Felicity is the best thing to ever happen to your dumb ass and you are here screwing it all up!"

"No I'm not!"

"Really then who was that blonde tramp?"

"My wife." A deep voice called from beside them. Sara and Oliver looked up to find Mitchell walked down the front steps of the building. "Oliver, you left this. Is this her?"

Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "No. This is my friend Sara. Sara this is Mitchell, my therapist. That was his wife and receptionist, Kassandra."

Sara stood stunned as she gaped at the two men before her. Mitchell stuck his hand out for Sara to grasp. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Wait therapist? So you... She... You haven't... oh god!" Sara blushed as she covered her face with one hand. She used her other one, the one she had used to punch Oliver, to shake the good doctor's hand.

"Yes therapist. I have been seeing Mitchell for 8 weeks now. Dealing with a few things leftover from my time on the island." Oliver glanced up behind her to find Diggle soaking in the scene. "Mitchell this is John Diggle. Dig, meet Mitchell Pierce, Master Sergeant, Retired." Diggle stepped forward and shook the man's hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet a fellow service man. Oliver has told me a lot about you, including that you met your wife while in service. I sort of did the same. She was a translator assigned to us at a post in Germany. She was studying to get her doctorate in psychology at the time. When I got hurt and sent state side, we had been talking about getting serious for a while. We were waiting until I changed posts to date, since fraternization is frowned upon. She followed me stateside, got a student visa and before it was up we were married. It has been 10 years since then. She worked at a practice while I went to school and when I got out, we started this practice to help, specializing in PTSD to help my fellow soldiers as they return home."

"That's admiral. And why Oliver sought you out. He knew you could help him."

Mitchell smiled proudly. "Yep. I treat without drugs and with alternative treatments and therapies. I try to help my patients find ways to cope and control their issues instead of ignore them. I want them to moved past the issues and lay them to rest so that they no longer haunt them. Oliver sought me out because he doesn't want drugs but he is ready to move past his demons in his past. He told me that both of you are aware of them."

"Very well aware." Diggle snickered as Sara nodded along, still unable to fully accept that Oliver had reached out for help with his emotional and mental health. That just didn't sound like the Ollie she knew.

"Well Oliver I will see you next week. Same time."

"Yep already set up and cleared with Kassandra. Do please explain the mix up and apologize for me."

"Will do. Pleasure meeting you both. Oliver." And with that, Mitchell handed over Oliver's journal, the one he had left in the office, and moved back in the building.

Oliver watched him leave then turned to his two friends. "How did you two find me?"

"Felicity. She had gone into your office to talk to you and when she couldn't find you she asked Adira about your blank blocked out meeting. When Adira couldn't answer she asked Darren, who also had no idea so she called me. You really scared her you know that. She thought something was wrong. Then she..." Diggle explained, dropping off at the end because he was unsure how to tell his friend the next part.

"She what?" Oliver asked, his nerves growing.

Sara saw Diggle's hesitation, she decided to tell him. "She pinged your phone and found it here. When she saw it was an apartment building she... you know... thought..."

"Thought I was cheating on her! Really!" Oliver felt his frustration rising. "How could she think that?"

"Well you don't have the best track record, Ollie. Plus you blocked out 2 hours each week at the same time and hid it away from everyone. Including your wife. Why didn't you tell her?" Sara wondered.

Oliver rubbed at his jaw again, the sting finally dulling a bit. "I wanted to get better for her." Sara and Diggle both stared at him confused. "About 2 and 1/2 months ago I woke up having a horrible dream. I ended up spending a couple hours in the bathroom shaking off the effects. The next day I saw how much my life revolved around Felicity and our family. I knew if she knew, she would stress and worry. We already knew she was pregnant so I didn't want to put that on her. So I seeked help. I have been coming here each week to work through what's going on in my life as well as my past. We don't really discuss details. Mostly we just talk about how the dreams affect me and what I think they mean or how they affect my life and those around me. Mitchell has been great. I needed to do this so that I can finally move past all the hell that island did to my life. And it's helping."

"Really?" Diggle asked as they start walking towards the car.

"Yeah. My dreams aren't as bad and I am coming to terms with my decisions from my past. I am starting to let go of all the guilt I feel and I am even having my dragon tattoo removed next week. I just need to stop living in the past or letting it control me. I have a future to live for and I want to be able to enjoy it." Oliver grinned at his friends, proud of the breakthrough he has had over the last few weeks.

Sara blushed as she realized she overreacted. "Well I'm sorry. About punching you. I should've given you the benefit of the doubt. It's just... it looked bad. I mean who would've thought Oliver Queen, Mr. Easier-to-pull-teeth-from-a-shark-than-get-even-one-item-of-emotional-baggage-from-him, would be in therapy. And your track record isn't the best. I was one of the other women you had while you dated my sister, your last real serious relationship." Sara shrugged.

"It's fine. I understand. You were just protecting your friend. Speaking of protecting, who is with Connor?"

"Rob and Nyssa. Nyssa replaced me when Sara picked me up. I am heading back that way to relieve her now. Can we drop you back at QI?"

Oliver considered it for a second. He usually took a stroll through the park before heading back to the office, it settle his mind from all he had discussed in therapy. Oliver looked at Diggle and shook his head. "That's okay. I usually go for a walk, clear my mind, before heading back. I will be there soon."

"Okay. Word of advice, tell Felicity."

"Why?"

"Because, Man, who do you think gave us the idea that you were cheating on her?" Diggle asked.

"Wait she thinks that? Oh man. I really messed this up didn't I?"

"Well Oliver, you not exactly the prime example for a person who would seek therapy help. As soon as she saw that as part of this address she dismissed it as a possibly. She worked to get you to open up for years. Is it that hard to believe that the idea of you seeking out a therapist is far fetched?" Oliver shook his head at the thought. "Just tell her. Let her in and let her see the progress you've made. She'll be so proud of you and happy that you are finally getting the help you need. Trust me."

"Thanks guys. I'll see you later." Oliver waved as he headed towards the park across the street, down the path he usually walked.