To those who favored and followed - thank You so, so much. It means a world to me!

As to answer the question raised- no, there will be bo Oliver/OC things in here. Oliver loves Felicity, she loves him, I'm Olicity shipper all the way.

Part 3 Step out into the sun

Diggle was sitting alone in his apartment. Layla with baby Sara went to Coast City a few weeks ago. It took some persuading, but his wife finally agreed that was safer for them and better for Diggle too. He was almost able to sleep knowing they are out of H.I.V.E. radar. Almost able to sleep… until the moment he remembered his own brother locked in the metal cage in the lair and the weird woman with powers thirty meters from him…

Twelve hours earlier…

Freya sat on the floor, only in her vest top and skinny jeans, her backpack, hoodie and boots a few meters away. She took it all off to prove them she did not have any weapon hidden.

- Come on. Think about it – do You honestly think Darhk send me here to spy on You? – Freya asked this question for the umpteen time. – I want to help You. I've tried to deal with Him myself but I failed, and You can't tell me, You feel up to that task. – She turned to Diggle – I've been watching your weird pack of vigilantes for some time…

- Watch it! – growled Oliver. He was currently sitting on an old wooden crate, while Diggle was still pacing around.

- I did not mean to offend You. When I say something is weird it's usually a compliment. Anyway, you can be all bound together either by duty, fear or love. You choose Your duty, You do not show fear, even when it comes to the most creepy son of a bitch in the northern hemisphere so it must be love and trust than binds You. That how I know I can trust You.

- How do You know who we are? – Diggle was still pointing the gun at her head, even if it seemed to be ineffective towards her. Last time he felt this unnaturally was when he saw little lab-geek running faster than the sound.

- League of the Assassins knows and You shouldn't be surprised that some of its' members are not entirely happy with the new… management. There was someone I knew, who was willing to talk about how there was another man, who defeated the Ra's al Ghul but did not become one.

- And he just gave You information You needed? Just because You asked?

- No. League training makes man strong, that's true, but there is a way to break anything and anyone. Or to buy it. He wanted out of the League and I helped. In exchange he told me the story of Al Sahim and his friends. – She shrugged her shoulders

Oliver moved quickly, tossing her to lay flat on the ground, his right hand on her throat as he kneeled between her legs, holding her in his grasp.

- I don't trust You .

- I let You to do this and I am not going to hurt You or Your friends, that should give You a reason to trust me – whispered Freya , her throat hurting.

- And if I still don't believe You? – Oliver's eyes where dark with anger and desperation. Diggle was pointing the gun somewhere on the woman's right side.

Freya did not respond she just touched her left palm to his hand on her throat. For the second time this evening lights flickered and it got dark.

- Oliver, are You okay? – Diggle shouted but everything was quiet. He moved his hand in front of him, trying to figure it out. After five seconds lights went on again and he saw the weirdest scene.

Freya laid on the floor on her side – blood pooling around her face, her nose bleeding, her eyes closed. Oliver looked like he was crawling back, his face white, mouth moving but no sound.

- Man, you ok? – asked Diggle slowly walking in his direction, not letting Freya out of his sight, ready to shoot.

Oliver's voice was raspy but sure:

- It's fine John. Lower the gun – he run a hand down his face. – I believe her.

- What? Did you hit Your head ?- To say John was confused would be an understatement of the year.

Oliver stood up slowly and walked to Freya, holding his hand out to her. She sat up and shook her head trying to wipe some blood off her face and only smearing it all over.

- Help me get her up John, we need to get her to the lair. – Seeing his friends' quizzical look he explained, while helping the woman on her feet. – It was like I saw inside her head.

- Maybe You saw lies, are You stupid enough to believe some magic trick like that? – Diggle raised his gun, pointing it directly at her heart.

- I know what I saw. I felt it before… - Oliver shrugged remembering how it felt like the first time. Like swimming in the dark, dirty cold water. -When I was in Nanda Parbat I learned that in the old days, when League's magic was strong that was part of the trial. Priestess would see into the soul of the candidate and deem him worthy of becoming an Assassin. One Priestess made a mistake and showed a candidate part of her soul at the same time and they both went mad, killing people-mad. From that time only Ra's al Ghul has the knowledge of that – he told me this story to convince me that if I lied, he'd know it. To make me believe he showed me a part of himself – the freedom he believed he gained after killing his town, all the people he's ever known. – He stopped and shook his head. – It felt the same John, it's an old magic, she said the truth, she wants to help us.

Diggle lowered down his gun. He did not like all this magic business any more than meta-humans. World was easier when they fought bad people who took advantage of their money…

Now.

- Ollie, I understand that the last days were hard on You, really, but how can You see this is completely insane ? –Thea was standing in front of Oliver, stabbing him in the chest with her index finger to place more emphasis to her words. John called her an Laurel half an hour ago saying they need to talk to Ollie in the lair.– It's even more insane than Your last year idea! She knows who we all are…

-Thea! Just trust me, okay? Can you do that? – he sounded angry.

- I don't know if we can trust You – said Laurel from behind him. – Last time You asked us to trust You, Layla got kidnapped, Thea almost died and we believed that You let us to death in Nanda Parbat. I know Felicity's state is…

- You DON'T get to use that against me! Either You do trust me or you don't – if You do You trust her too, if You don't then I'll do it myself – he was panting with anger now. He always wanted to protect them and help them and they did not have time for those discussions!

- Oliver, if I may… - Freya went out of the bathroom in fresh shirt, her face clean. – I believe You know John Constantine.

Seeing Thea and Laurel both ready to attack her she added:

- I can feel traces of Him in here. They're weak but he performed some hardcore trick in here. Contact him and ask about me – Freya proposed. – I can even get you the phone number.

Thea and Laurel looked at each other, they saw what Constantine could do. Not that they would trust him without questions, but it would be something. Oliver got his cell phone, dialed the number and put the phone on speaker.

- Oliver! What's up mate? Need help with another lost soul ?

- Hi, John. No it's something else. Have You ever heard the name Dayanne Darhk?

There were a few seconds of white noise in the speaker.

- That name means some serious trouble, but You probably already know that, ay?

- You could say so – agreed Oliver.

- Oookay. Is this purely theoretical or is this of more practical nature?

- The latter.

- Oh… If this is about if she is who she says she is, you probably already saw answer to that. Didn't you?

- I saw. Quite clearly.

- She did her thing? – John seemed amused. – Is she there?

Oliver hesitated. Thea and Laurel shrugged their arms and Freya nodded.

- I'll take that as yes. Then two things. – John sighted into the phone. – It's nice to know she's alive. Second – if she reached out for You be honored, there are around five people who know about her. And be scared – that mean shit got serious.

-You saying we can trust her? – asked Laurel stepping closer to the phone.

- Hi Canary. She's a complicate gal. Dangerous. But she always keeps her word.

There was suddenly some noise in the background.

- I have to go now. Call You later – said John. – Oh, and don't make me a part of this Darhk mess. And just call her Freya so she won't kick your arse – the phone disconnected.

- That this mean I can stay here? – Freya asked. – If Damien realizes I'm here it will go south pretty quickly. Moreover – in the time we spent on this discussion I could have make your little quest talk.

- Our guest?- asked Thea.

- Yep. The ghost in the basement.