A/N: So my spec drabble for this ep was a bit off. But after watching 2x13 I realized I needed a bit more from the scene with Oliver and Felicity after he gives the speech for Moira. And I had a mighty need for him to know what Moira had said to Felicity. So, here is a short post scene fix it.

Enjoy!

She didn't think she drew a breath the entire time Oliver was at the podium. Her eyes were locked on him even though she could feel the hot stares of Moira Queen burning into her like the sun. But she didn't blink. She didn't look away. She willed every ounce of her own strength and control and held tight, hoping he could do the same and make it through the next few minutes.

For a moment she thought it would all come crashing down. He paused, his jaw clenched, and she could almost see his wild pulse from where she stood as he struggled to get out words of praise about the woman who had just ripped his entire world from him.

Her heart leapt when he made it through, unable to unclench her hands to clap and when she saw him whisper something in his mother's ear she saw the other woman sag, just slightly and she knew he'd told her.

He stood still as a statue next to Thea, fake easy half smile plastered on his face, but his eyes told a different story. It was agony to watch him have to stand there and pretend like nothing was wrong. She knew he wasn't hearing a word of what was being said. His applause always came after Thea's, and it always ended after a few half hearted claps.

When Moira finished he leaned down to say something to his sister and then he was off the stage before his mother could turn to him. Felicity was moving as soon as she saw him, Digg on her heels.

They intercepted him at the stairs and it only took her throwing a look over her shoulder for Digg to move ahead, "I'll have the car brought around back,"

She didn't say a word as they walked side by side, his stride long and quick, too quick for anyone to stop and talk to him she realized as she hurried next to him.

However, as soon as they pushed through a set of double doors into the back of the convention center and were alone she reached over and grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry," she blurted out, "I know it was bad timing, but...I had to tell you."

His hand was loose in hers, like he didn't want her touching him and the fear she'd felt earlier, the fear she'd let slip when she told him about her father rose up within her again. Just as she was about to pull away his fingers tightened over hers and she let out a shaky breath.

"I needed to know," he finally said, not looking at her, although his almost brutal pace slowed a bit.

"I should have told you earlier. But...she said...I mean, I didn't know how you would react. But I had to. I couldn't keep it from you, even if you did…"

He stopped so suddenly she was jerked back and he had to steady her with a hand to her elbow, "She said what, Felicity?"

There was no question who the 'she' was.

"I went to see your mother yesterday, at your house. It was right after I found out. I...didn't know what to do. I wanted to give her a chance to tell you herself, because it wasn't my place."

"She had no intention of telling me," he said bitterly and she shook her head sadly,

"No. She uh...she told me she knew you'd hate her for it but…" tears pricked her eyes as she remembered how shaken she'd felt then, "She said you'd hate me too." her voice cracked on the final words and she dropped her eyes, unable to look at him just then.

"That's why I was so upset earlier, I knew I had to tell you, but I also knew...I knew there was a chance I could lose everything and…" she cut herself off and tried to get herself back under control. It was Oliver whose world had just been shattered, not hers.

"Hey," she wasn't expecting the quiet tone, or the finger on her chin directing her head up, "I told you before, you're not going to lose me. And I could never hate you."

Without thought she let out a half choked sob and reached for him, her hands coming up to hold on to his suit jacket as she leaned into the solid expanse of his chest. He only hesitated for a moment before she felt his hands slide around her back and draw her in closer.

She could hear the rapid thud of his heart and knew he was still reeling from what she'd told him. "I'm sorry." she muttered into his shirt, "I shouldn't have gone to her on my own. I didn't...I didn't think she'd be so intimidating and…"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Telling me...telling me means more than you'll even know." his words were whispered into her hair and just before his hands slid down her shoulders to push her back she felt his lips just graze her forehead.

She looked up through wet lashes and gave him a sad smile, "I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you had to find out the way you did." she said, voice stronger than she felt, "We'll deal with this. Like we deal with everything."

He took a step back and let one hand follow her arm down until he could take her hand again, "Thank you," he said quietly and she thought there was just the tiniest bit of light back in his eyes.