This is Maybes-pt2. It's sort of my apology for the angst-fest that was the first part. It had has my take on what the big surprise is.

I expected the hate that I received but I would like to address one major accusation.

Some readers felt that I was being anti-feminist by being angry about Felicity allowing Ray to buy her affections. On the contrary. I adore Felicity Smoak. She's a badass and I want to be her. She is one of the best female characters (best characters regardless of sex, really) and she deserves all of the nice things that money can buy. My point however was that she also deserves all of the things that money can't. Ray is a creep who bought a company to force her to work for him, bought a designer dress and rented diamonds to buy his way into her graces. He didn't treat her with the respect she deserves and instead manipulated her with bullshit, charm and money.

I don't think she should have to wait around for Oliver. I don't. If she needs to spend some time with someone else, I'll grit my teeth and bear it, as long as it isn't some smarmy asshole, as long as it is someone who respects her.

He manipulated her and I was pissed because Felicity wouldn't have fallen for it. So yeah, I'm pissed at the writers and I'm not the only one.

Sorry for the rant. Most of the reviews were lovely and seemed to be feeling something similar to how I was feeling.

Any mistakes are because I wrote and posted this within an hour so that it would be up before the finale.

Enjoy! (This is a little less angst-based and more solution-based). And I have zero intention of adding to it.

She decided it was time to stop moping when she woke up cold and alone on her kitchen floor in a puddle of her own tears. She had made her mistakes and sitting around miserably wouldn't do a damn thing for anyone. As she showered and washed away her tears she realized that Oliver would never have spent almost two weeks waiting for her to return, hoping for the best. He wouldn't have given up when they'd lost track of her, instead he would have sprung into action.

So she found a new purpose. She had a million apologies to make and redemption to seek. But Oliver needed her to be the fighter that she'd been when he'd fallen in love with her. Roy and Diggle were so relieved to see her back to herself that they immediately sprang into action when she asked them to. They spent days down in that basement, going over everything they knew and finding solutions for the things that they didn't. They trained her constantly. It was their only condition to bringing her out in the field.

They called Barry and ask him to be ready to provide backup. She walked into ARGUS and blackmailed Amanda Waller into helping them. Oliver would lose his mind if he knew that she'd gone toe-to-toe with a woman more ruthless than the criminals they fought each night. When she walked back out, it was with Amanda's grudging respect and a surety that Waller would do what was necessary. Dig thanked her for leaving Lyla out of it with a squeeze of the shoulder before throwing her to the mat during training.

Ray was hardly pleased when she went on leave with no excuse given. He had been even less thrilled when she told him in no uncertain terms that she deserved more than his credit cards.

They left Starling City on Christmas day, nineteen days after Oliver. Their trek was not a straight line but a winding path through dangerous ghettos and opulent secret palaces. Nanda Parbat was not on a map and Waller had only been able to narrow down their search so much. The team of highly trained ARGUS agents ensured that their journey was a safe, if not comfortable one. In those twelve days Felicity, Roy and John witnessed conditions and situations that they could never have imagined. The knowledge that Oliver had faced worse kept them all going.

They spent a night in the village bordering the League's lair, planning into the night what they would do when they got there. Felicity waited until the security team had left to patrol and Dig and Roy had fallen asleep before making her move. She slipped into the night, grasping the knife hidden in the folds of the traditional garb she wore. She moved quietly through the streets and ignored the voice in her head, which sounded a lot like Oliver, that was screaming at her not to risk her safety. She made it into the shadows of the cave before she was surrounded by assassins. She was dragged into the cave and pushed to her knees in front of Nyssa. She lowered her hood and watched as the woman did her best to hide her surprise at seeing her there. It did not escape Felicity's notice that she had been brought to the heir, and not the demon himself. Hope flared in her chest.

"You should not have come here." Nyssa whispered.

As Felicity knelt before her she caught a glimpse of the woman who had loved Sara.

"You would have come for Sara." Felicity replied bravely.

Nyssa snarled and her grip tightened on the bow in her hands. "Sara is dead!"

Felicity swallowed past the lump in her throat. She knew that. She missed her too. "Why does Oliver have to pay the price for that? He loved her too."

She walked back into the little safe-house and was met with furious disapproval from John and Roy who had woken up to find her gone.

"They're in the mountain range two days from here. They've been there for three days." Felicity told them, hands shaking as she tried to pack up her things. John's hands enveloped her own and she finally met his eyes. A tear escaped as he read the fear she had felt in the den of assassins and the terror she felt now. "We need the helicopter."

An ARGUS agent was there within two hours with transportation and as they flew towards the mountain, Felicity explained vaguely what had happened in that cave. She left out the appeal of one woman in love to another who'd lost the love of her life. She didn't explain that Nyssa had considered killing her instead. She left out a lot.

As the mountaintop came into view, everyone started moving. The ARGUS agents were checking their guns and Roy was running his hands over each of his arrows. The pilot barked out an instruction and suddenly all eyes were glued to the red blotches in the snow. He quickly found a place to land and they all poured from the helicopter. Felicity pushed off John's caution and chased after the agents. She swallowed thickly as her boots trudged through red snow and followed the trails left by the wounded. She rounded the corner as she heard the order for the agents to halt. She slammed into the back of Roy who quickly caught her. She moved past the soldiers who all had their guns trained on the scene in front of them. Huddled beneath a rock face were two very injured men. Her eyes found Oliver's and she launched herself towards him, landing on her knees in front of him. He had lost a lot of blood and only Oliver would have a shirtless duel on a snowy mountainside!

"Oliver. I'm here." She whispered into his ear as her arms surrounded his shivering body. "I'm sorry. I'm here. I love you. I'm sorry."

His breath was warm against her neck as he replied. "I love you. I'm sorry. Felicity. I love you." She pulled away and kissed his lips gently.

He blinked tiredly up at her and she called for the medical personnel. She took a deep breath before turning to face the man who wasn't in better shape beside him. She swallowed the sob that rose in her throat as she laid eyes on her father for the first time in seventeen years. He gazed back at her and she understood that the only reason they were both alive was because he'd realised who Oliver was. She wondered dully if Oliver had recognized her eyes before Ra's had figured it out. Which of them had figured it out first?

"You don't seem so surprised." He said, in lieu of greeting. Although her father was an assassin, so perhaps a normal greeting after so long was impossible.

"Nyssa." Felicity said, swallowing painfully. "Did you know we shared a father when you threatened my life?"

Nyssa spun on her heel and followed Felicity's gaze to the portrait of Ra's Al Gaul.

"He's a fighter, your man." He added when she didn't reply.

Felicity stared at her father for a moment before rising to her feet. She gestured for the soldiers to help him into the chopper. As she sat huddled beside Oliver, watching her father warily, she realized that nothing would ever be the same.

Well there it is. I sinceriously hope that you all enjoy tonight's finale. I've been stressing out about how it's going to end all week. I'm a dork. Thanks for reading!