Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited my story. It still surprises me that you enjoy reading it. *lol* It really means a lot to me, thank you. This is the next chapter and I hope you like it.

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Once again, a big thanks goes out to "BunnyGoBoom", for taking the time to beta my piece of work, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

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Chapter 4: REVELATIONS

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"Ten minutes. In ten minutes I'll meet him." Felicity said to herself. She was in her car and waiting until seven PM rolled around. Then she would go to the coffee shop across the street where Oliver was already waiting for her.

She saw him going inside earlier. The young woman had to admit, she was very excited to see him again, but still nervous. She was going to tell him about the book with the list and she didn't really know how he would react to that. So there she sat, her sweaty palms tightly gripping the steering wheel of the car. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Felicity thought. I could still bail on him. She groaned and put her head down on the steering wheel, What the frack are you doing, Felicity?

It had been a few days since the last time Felicity had seen him. He came to Queen Consolidated to meet her and asked for help. He claimed that a friend of his wanted him to invest in an energy drink and asked her to analyze it and to find out exactly where in the city it'd been made.

The blonde woman chuckled when she remembered that the sample was in a syringe and that when she pointed that out, Oliver made up a lame story, as he always did.

She knew that Oliver lied on her and needed her only for her capabilities, but still she wished his random visits were more frequent, because deep down she enjoyed his company. Oh my, how pathetic is that?

Since the one X-rated dream she had two weeks ago, she often found herself daydreaming about doing things and having things done to her by the one and only Oliver Queen. They were so explicit and vivid that they almost seemed real now.

Felicity realized that it had been a very long time since she had felt a man's touch and just imagining the feel of Oliver's hands on her skin…she shook her head. She had done it again. No, don't go there. That's bad, bad, bad.

"I could really use a drink right now." the IT girl sighed. "Hmm…speaking of drinks…"

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Flashback

Felicity looked up from her food just in time to see Oliver stride into her office. Dropping her chopsticks and food back in the box, she said "And here I was beginning to think my days of being Oliver Queen's personal computer geek were coming to an end."

"Is that your way of saying you miss me?" Oliver asked.

"No. But if it works for you, go with it." Felicity smiled.

Oliver chuckled, "So a friend of mine is running a scavenger hunt and there's a case of Lafite Rothschild 1982 waiting at the end."

"Oh, I love red wine."

"But in order to find it, I first need to get through this." Oliver handed her a security fob.

She connected it to her computer. "It's pin protected. Challenge response goes back to a company called "Black Hawk Quad Protection Group".

"Yeah, my friend had his bodyguard set it up for him. Personally, however, I think it's cheating. But whatever."

Felicity typed away at her computer, explaining to Oliver. "This is a military grade cryptographic security protocol. Your friend really went to all this trouble?"

"The idle rich are hard to entertain." Oliver answered. "Listen, you get through it and one of those bottles of wine is yours." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card, "Call me when you get something." Then he smiled at her and left.

End of Flashback

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Of course she hacked the military grade cryptograph and got past the authentication system. There was an illegal directory about robbing armored cars with grenade launchers and tear gas. Someone at Black Hawk used their system to store detailed routes and schedules for each of the cities seven major armored car carries, including the three that had already have been hit.

She proposed to give the information to the police, but Oliver told her to give it to him and that he would get it to the police personally.

"He had completely forgotten about the wine." A gentle smile spread over Felicity's face. "You still owe me a Rothschild bottle, Oliver Queen."

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Oliver waited at a coffee shop and looked out at the storm, awaiting Felicity's arrival. He had received a message earlier that day. She said she needed to talk to him about something important. He figured that something important could be related to Walter's disappearance. Perhaps she had finally decided to tell him what she knew. So he agreed to meet her.

Oliver smiled when he saw Felicity walking in, saying hi to him.

"Thanks for meeting me. I was…nervous to come to your house", she said.

"Okay."

"The thing is… I have been debating whether or not to share this with you for weeks."

Oliver nodded.

"Can I trust you?" Felicity asked.

Oliver looked confused, but then Felicity hurriedly continued. "I'm not an idiot. You've dropped some fairly ridiculous lies on me and yet I still feel like I can trust you. Why is that?"

Oliver smiled at her. "I have one of those faces." But when he saw that she didn't fall for his charm, he instantly stopped. "Sorry. Yes, you can trust me."

"Then I have something to show you." Felicity opened her bag and pulled out a small brown leather journal. Oliver immediately tensed up. No. There is no way that this book…it can't be. He carefully reached out and took it. He thought this was the same list that he had in his own book. How is that even possible, he thought while he sucked his bottom lip and flipped through the pages.

"Have you ever seen this before?"

"No," Oliver lied. "Where did you get it?"

"From your stepfather."

Oliver looked up at her, "From Walter? Um...Where did he get it?"

"He said he found it in your house." Felicity said. "That belongs to your mother. Walter thought she was hiding something. Something more and he wanted me to look into it, but then he vanished. I think this list might have cost Walter his life."

Oliver couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't want to believe it. My mother? My own mother had a copy of the list? How did she have one? How—. He took a deep breath. If this book really belongs to my mother then… He swallowed hard. Then it also could mean that she is involved. This was too much for him to absorb. Thea was probably right. He really did have this perfect image of his mother in his head and he just couldn't see her in any other way.

"I'm sorry, Oliver." Felicity said eventually.

Oliver was so deep in thought that he totally forgot about where he was and with whom. He looked up at her and his gaze hardened, his steely blue eyes catching hers. "On several occasions I have given you the opportunity to tell me about this in the past few weeks. Why didn't you? Why now, Felicity?"

Felicity's eyes widened, "Oliver, I-I wanted to, but I..."

"You, what?"

Felicity began to explain. "When Walter told me that this might be dangerous and that the last person he had asked to look into this died under questionable circumstances, I still didn't think I should tell anyone. I thought it would be okay and that he might be exaggerating. But when he went missing…I knew that his disappearance had something to do with this list and the only thing I thought was to protect myself. I deleted all evidence so no one could track me down. I hid this book somewhere safe and tried to stay unnoticed. I didn't want people to know that Walter had shared it with anyone else." Felicity took a seat and swallowed. "I've found out that some of the names on the list correspond with some of the vigilante targets. Do you know what that means?" She looked straight into Oliver's eyes. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to trust. I was scared. I am scared."

Oliver nodded, unable to say anything.

"But I realized that I couldn't be on my own any longer." she paused. "I don't know why, but I have this feeling that I can trust you, Oliver."

"You can trust me." Oliver said and gestured to the book. "And I'll take care of this."

"Thank you." Felicity said and got up from her seat. "When you need something—"

"I know where to find you." Oliver smiled. "I'm glad you've decided to tell me, Felicity."

The IT girl nodded. But before leaving, she turned around and looked at him. "Oh, just so you know, you still owe me a Rothschild." She gave him a little smile and left.

Oliver chuckled, "Oh, I do know."

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A few days have passed since the day at the coffee shop and Oliver was still dealing with the thought his mother might not be who he thought she was, and that wasn't something that he could deal with easily. Diggle had suggested investigating his mother about Walter's disappearance and the journal. So, when he took the courage to confront her about the journal, she denied having any knowledge about the book and begged him to leave it alone.

Diggle implored the billionaire to pay his mother a visit as the vigilante to see if her story held up. But Oliver refused. He just couldn't do it.

However, Oliver was furious when he found out that Diggle had bugged his mother, but the ex-solider insisted on listening to the recording. It was a conversation between his mother and a digitized male voice, which implicated his mother in Walter's disappearance and his father's death.

The young man could no longer ignore all of his mother's lies now. He had to pay a visit to her as the vigilante.

And there he was now. A few meters away from the target—his mother—Moira Queen. He wasn't ready for that, but in the end he never would be. It was his mother after all, how could he? But it was something he had to do. So he crashed into the glass windows of "Queen Consolidated" and aimed an arrow at Moira Queen and said with the electronic voice, "Moira Queen, you have failed this city."