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Oliver was angry with himself, with Felicity and with the man who was supposedly her father. He had never seen her so full of panic, almost like a skittish deer chased by a pack of hunters..

The elevator doors opened and he was back. Felicity was sitting at her desk, not looking up.

"In my office, NOW!" he said, his voice loud and firm. Felicity flinched. She knew that he was boiling mad, he had never talked to her like this, that tone of voice was usually reserved for victims of the Arrow.

With shaking legs she went into his office. Oliver stood at the window, looking out over the city, arms held close to his sides, fists clenched.

"Oliver, it…." Felicity broke the silence. "I'm sorry." He turned around and his dark eyes changed back to thr ususal deep, sensual blue.

"Felicity, what exactly are you sorry for?" Oliver let out a deep breath. "What's wrong with you? Who is that guy and why are you so afraid of him? I have never seen you like this, so full of panic and fear and so fragile. And the worst thing is that I put you in this position. When you started working with Diggle and me I swore I would never let you get into such a situation and yet now I have."

Felicity stared at him, unbelieving. Was he telling her that he did have feelings for her after all? She had to sit down and started nervously playing with her fingers. "It's not your fault, it's an old, long and complicated story and one that I hoped was dead and buried."

Oliver left his place by the window, sat down beside her on the couch and covered her hands with his own.

"Tell me about it, we have all afternoon."

"I… I can't," Felicity stammered, close to tears.

Oliver placed a hand under her chin, lifted it up and looked into her eyes. "Yes, you can. No matter what it is, I'm here for you."

Felicity's heart was beating faster. The look in his eyes was so gentle and full of honesty, but fear of his reaction to her past made her hesitate. "You'll see me in a different light and I don't want that to happen."

Oliver didn't take his eyes off her. "Whatever it is, whatever you did, you will always be the wonderful, unbelievable Felicity Smoak, the woman who sees the real me, not the playboy; the woman who makes me smile."He took his fingers off her chin and gently caressed her cheek instead. Her skin was so soft, he wanted so much to touch her every day, to take her into his arms, but now was not the right time.

Felicity gathered her thoughts and started talking in a low voice. "I was born in Central City. We had a small house and my father was a history professor at Central City University, while Mom was a nurse at Central Hospital. One evening my father didn't come home. Mom called the university, but he had left there hours ago. Then she got a call from the police… Dad had died in a car accident. I was 2 years old at the time." She stopped and it pained Oliver to see her like that. "Our whole life changed after that. Mom worked non-stop to keep the house, she didn't laugh anymore and was only a shadow of her old self. After three years, Edward came into her life. I thought everything would get better then. She started to enjoy life again, he was good to us and we did a lot of things together. One year later they married and from one day to the other everything changed. Edward started to become more than nice and friendly to me when Mom was not around."

Oliver's heart seemed to stop. What he had just heard couldn't be real, he must have heard wrong.

"What do you mean?" he asked, fervently hoping that it hadn't been that. Felicity got up and moved to the window. "Oliver, please", Felicity closed her eyes and continued. "Please don't ask, you know what I mean and it's hard enough telling you about it."

He nodded. "How long?"

Felicity wrapped her arms around herself. "297 days; 189 nights and 108 days to be exact, then I tried to defend myself. When Mom came home and saw me that day, her heart almost stopped. I had a black eye and a gash on my head. She immediately threw Edward out, but he came back that night totally drunk and started hitting Mom. That night we packed our bags and moved to Gotham City. After a few months he found us there, so we went to Metropolis, but it was the same there. Our last stop was Starling City, here we had no choice but to go to the police and tell our story. They found him in Metropolis and arrested him. In court he swore revenge, so Mom and I got a new identity."

"What's your real name?" was all Oliver managed to say. He felt sick and mad at himself that he had let that man get close to Felicity.

"Megan Miller, not terribly original, is it?" Felicity tried to joke, but Oliver knew that she was close to tears and trying to cover it up with that line.

He went over to her and wrapped her in his arms.

For the first time in years and definitely for the first time after this week from hell Felicity felt safe. Feeling the tears pooling in her eyes, she leaned her head against his chest.

Oliver held her and it didn't feel wrong at all, in fact it felt absolutely 100% right. Maybe it had been wrong to stay away from her after all? Even after what she had just told him and despite the fact that she was crying against his chest, he still felt like she was the one giving him strength and security instead of the other way around. It was a feeling he hadn't had for the longest time.

He had no idea how long he had held her, seconds, minutes or even hours, before her tears stopped and she looked up at him.

"Do you want to tell me the rest of the story?" he asked, not letting her out of his arms.

She nodded and began to speak. "Last week I found a note under my door saying that he had found me. I panicked, packed my bags and left my apartment."

"Where did you go?"

"To Verdant," Felicity answered meekly. Oliver released his hold to look at her. "You slept the whole week on the couch in the basement? What about your mother, does she know?"

Felicity looked at him, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "She died when I was eighteen."

Oliver pulled her back into his arms, feeling her pain, he knew that feeling. "Felicity, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me or Diggle, we would have been there for you. You could have stayed with me, the Queen mansion is more than big enough."

"I was afraid – and what was I supposed to tell you, more lies?"

"Okay, but now I know and you are going to stay with me. And when was the last time you ate something?"

"An apple yesterday."

His eyebrows rose. " I mean real food."

Felicity lowered her eyes. "With you and John at Big Belly Burger."

"Felicity, that was the Friday before you got the note from your stepfather," Oliver said sternly. "Okay, here's the plan: we'll go to Verdant, pick up your things, go get something to eat and then I'm taking you to the mansion."

"Thanks, Oliver."

"For what? For being there for the one person who is closest to my heart?" Did he really just say that? He looked at Felicity and saw in her eyes, that yes, he had. But it was nothing but the truth and after Felicity's story he had realized that she would always be in danger, if not because of him then because of something else. She was often seen with him and people knew that she was in contact with the Arrow, those facts alone put her at risk. But ne needed her, because she made him feel complete. And there was another point as well; right now he could only protect her while she was working for him, if the two of them were together he could protect her – and feel her – around the clock, and by God that was exactly what he wanted.