Enter Laurel, violence and a smut-less chapter, sorry not sorry.

And KINDLEFLAME5 – thanks for your review, I should probably tell you that a pity party is inevitable, that's kinda what this story is about, but the ass-kicking is coming, like… in this chapter. Patience, yeah?

The next day rolled around quickly, a normally relaxing, workless, lazy Sunday. But today, Felicity and Oliver didn't spend the morning lying in the luxury of her bed, wrapped up in each other's limbs. Today, they headed to the Foundry earlier than they'd ever done before, the sole purpose of finding the low-life that was dying to see Felicity six foot under.

She walked down the stairs before Oliver did, reaching the bottom just as he began to walk down. Her heals clicked as she did, echoing in what she had expected to be an empty lair, she was wrong.

Looking up from her tablet as she hit the bottom of the staircase, she looked to her desk automatically, not finding it empty as she always did. A brunette hunched over the keyboard, typing frantically and sloppily, greeted her, only one of the three screens showing any colour.

"Laurel?" Felicity asked, staring daggers at the woman's back with the thought of the damage her long nails could be doing to her keyboard, "what are you doing?"

Laurel span around quickly on the chair, exiting from the open webpage as she did and slipping something into her pocket, "Oh, I… I was just…" She giggles, frantically, trying to discourage the blonde from the subject just as a large hand hit the bottom of her back.

Felicity tried to be okay with it, the sight of another woman sat at her desk, typing on her computer, she tried to convince herself that the screens didn't want it, this was forced upon them. But seeing someone – especially that someone being an ex of Oliver's – sat on her chair, around her computers, just made a hand clamp around her lungs. She felt like Laurel had invaded a very secret, very special part of her life.

"I was just running a background check on a client, no biggie," Laurel spoke as her laughter died down, "I hope that was okay…"

"That's fine, why wouldn't it be fine, it's not like I forbid people from touching my babies, it's fine," Felicity's mumble didn't sound convincing as she tried to peel her eyes from Laurel's frame on her chair, and failed.

But Oliver, good, kind, knowing Oliver understood exactly what was running through Felicity's mind, "Laurel," he spoke calmly, "get up."

Laurel did as Oliver asked her, quickly making excuses and leaving the Foundry promptly, leaving Felicity to stride over to her tech and ask the screens and keyboards and mice if they were okay, if she had violated them at all.

Oliver went to work on the salmon ladder, leaving his blonde haired IT expert to sit among her technical equipment, absentmindedly checking the search history on the web browser she opened. Laurel hadn't lied when she said she had been running information on a client, or who Felicity assumed was a client. But there was something else going on, she could feel it.

Oliver was only just beginning to sweat when she figured it out, "Oliver, come here a minute."

He dropped from the metal rung he was holding with a thud, landing in a crouch below. He made his way to Felicity promptly, putting a hand on the back of her chair, and another on her desk, leaving his distractingly close to her.

"Laurel wasn't just running a background check," she explained to him, opening up various windows to support her hypothesis.

"Okay, so what was she doing? Online shopping?" He joked, not understanding the various codes and patterns on the screen in front of him.

"Look," Felicity spoke, pointing up to a long line of code on the left hand screen, " she's downloaded all of the information from our sever to a USB device."

Those words made Oliver's spine snap upright, his hands leaning Felicity's personal space, "all of our online information? As in, the personal details that we store here too?"

She nodded gravely, "name, address, phone number, email, family members contact detail, medical history, qualifications, blood type, everything… she has it all." As she spoke, Felicity knocked each details off with a count on her fingers, leaving her sat looking at Oliver, eight fingers extended.

"Why would she want that?" Oliver asked the blonde, "This doesn't make much sense Felicity,"

But it did, it made perfect sense to Felicity, she had never believed a member of their crime-fighting team could be so two-faced, she trusted Roy, Diggle and Sara with her life. But Laurel was different, for starters she wasn't even a real member of the team yet.

"All this time we've been assuming that the backstabber was a regular member of team arrow," she whispered, more to herself than to him.

"-Don't call us that," Oliver cut off the beginning of what was heading for a monologue, sharply.

"But…" Felicity continued, ignoring him as she spoke under her breath, "it was Laurel this whole time,"

Oliver caught on quickly, the person who switched the arrows, she thought it was Laurel, "I refuse to believe that."

"Why?" Felicity asked as he moved away from her desk, back towards the training mats, "she has the access codes, and the evidence is here, she's the one helping Daniel!"

"But why?" Oliver shot back, "What reason could she possibly have?"

The blonde raised from her chair as she spoke, staying firmly planted behind her desk, "she worked with Daniel, she was his lawyer, we should have picked it up back then. I mean, come on… both Daniel and Laurel hate me, they're a murdering match made in heaven."

"She doesn't hate you, Felicity."

"Yes she does," she argued, "she still loves you, but…"

"…but I love you." Oliver finished, looking for signs of worry in Felicity's blue eyes.

"Exactly," she confirmed, "she switched the arrows for Daniel, so he could freak us out. Come to think of it, she tried to schedule lunch with you during the meeting we were attacked in, I obviously told her we would be in a meeting, so she knew that I wouldn't be at my desk. Daniel wants me dead, but not till I've suffered first. And now, she's supplied him with all of my personal information."

"No, I can't believe it," Oliver replied, "Laurel isn't a murderer, she wouldn't help Daniel kill you just because she's a little jealous."

"That might just be how he got her to listen, maybe he's paying her for her services. Supplying her with drugs on the down low or something like that."

"She's past all that now, Felicity," Oliver defended the brunette as Felicity listened on. She couldn't help but feel something coil in the pit of her stomach as she heard him defend his ex-girlfriend, but she promptly pushed the feelings aside, reminding herself that he only just said he loved her and not Laurel.

"How do you know she's over that?" The blonde asked, staring her boyfriend down from opposite sides of her desk.

"Because I know Laurel, I know she's over the worst, and I know she wouldn't help someone kill you. You're paranoid, this isn't right."

"You'd believe her over me?" Felicity asked, unbelieving that he'd even stop and talk about the situation, if it were Roy who she were calling out, Oliver would be dressed in green with an arrow to the kid's head by now.

"Me and Laurel have been through a lot together, losing Sara, Tommy's death, and on the Island, the thought of getting back home to her to apologise for what I did was all the reason I stayed alive so long," Oliver's voice had risen by the end of his explanation, a somewhat comforting sound to Felicity when she knew that he did feel pain and deceit, but right now, she wanted his angry, focussed and growly Arrow voice.

"And we haven't been to hell and back? I worry every night that I won't ever see you again, you've saved my life time and time again, yet all this time Digg was right. You may not love her anymore, but you still have a blind spot when it comes to her." As she spoke, Felicity wiped tears that were forming. Then, she walked straight past him to the box she kept her mask and bright pink nunchaku in, taking them both out before pulling the tie from her hair, letting the golden tresses fall in a way that was so alien to her. After that, she walked towards the medical table, taking off her glasses and picking up an oversized grey hoodie they kept in mass under the table for times when injury had radiated to their clothing, and she thanked every deity known to her that she had decided on leggings to wear under her oversized pink jumper. The final thing she picked up was Sara's voice disguiser, placing the device in its spot on her neck.

"I have to give her the benefit of the doubt, Felciity, after everything we've been through she deserves that," Oliver's raised voice carried through the room as the blonde slipped the grey hoodie on, then spying Sara's leather jacket and zipping that up over the two layers she already wore, her whole outfit now only black except for the grey of the hood.

"You may need to but I don't," she spoke, adding the final splash of colour, her pink mask, and slipping the nunchaku into the pocket of Sara's jacket.

"Where are you going?" Oliver asked her, tired out, "it's dangerous out there."

"I'm going to do what you don't have the guts to… I'm going to sort this out, once and for all," with that, she turns away, pulling the hood up over her head as she strides towards the vigilante exit, the only goodbye she spoke being, "don't follow me," as she exited, not bothering to look back at him as she did.

Felicity was thankful that no one had yet mentioned to Laurel that she had adopted an alter ego, it made what she was about to do so much more fun for her.

She hijacked Oliver's motorbike, weaving it through side roads in the early morning light. The sun was only just rising, leaving a golden hue to shine across Starling city, Felicity rode slowly, not legally in possession of a motorbike license, but she'd done this before – well on a moped anyway.

Once at Laurel's apartment block, she climbed the fire escape, hood up over her head and pink mask glowing in the semi-darkness of the early morning. It took some time for Felicity – now in full Pink Binary mode – to get to the window into Laurel's front room, where she correctly assumed to find her, careful of her footing on the metal rungs of the ladders.

When she peered into the slightly ajar window, she was met with a terrifying sight, for stood opposite the ever beautiful brunette Laurel Lance, was the tall, dark and handsome Daniel Phillips, just as intriguingly poised as the day Felicity first met him.

They spoke in hushed voices and Felicity struggled to hear them over the sound of the city waking up, but as with every argument, their voices got louder and clearer.

"Your task was simple!" Daniel shouted to Laurel, making her flinch with the sudden loudness.

She took a step back slowly before replying, very aware at what he was capable of, "I did exactly as you asked, I got the information."

"You got caught!"

"I covered for myself," Laurel bargained, "They won't catch on."

"They won't? Felicity's a genius, it was the main reason I was first attracted to her. First you let Oliver see my case file, now you get caught gaining intel, you've messed everything up!"

"Me?" Laurel screamed to him, "you told them there was a traitor within them, all that achieved was arising their suspicions, Oliver would've believed me if he wasn't already on guard!"

"I don't care what you have to do to fix this," Daniel replied to her, a calm and level-headed voice carrying out of the open window for Felicity to hear, she recognised the tone, it was an eerie and scary sort of calm, the kind he used as he told her off, almost patronising, "do it, whatever it takes. I don't care what you have to tell that no good boyfriend of hers, what lies you make up, what services you have to supply, do it… fix this."

Laurel's voice returned calm, "I don't know how," she spoke softly, taking a dangerous step towards the abuser, "I don't know how to fix this, they're really smart."

Daniel backhandedly slapped her immediately, no remorse shown on his face and the sight made Felicity feel sick, she had grown far to accustomed to that face, "so are you. Fix this."

The Pink Binary took that opportunity to make her entrance, the sight of any woman cowering under the height of Daniel Phillips bringing her to ad nauseam. She flung the window open, swinging a leg at a time over the frame until she was stood, mask on and hood up in Laurel's front room, face to face with the man that haunted her at night, a tearful Laurel on the floor between them. The Pink Binary flicked the voice disguiser on.

"Get out of here Laurel," she spoke, her original agenda forgotten, she didn't need to put the fear of God into her for Daniel's whereabouts, not when he was stood right in front of her.

She looked to him, memories flooding back, some good and many bad. Soft kisses in the morning, red wine with dinner, a backhanded slap, a passionate kiss, a black eye, his smile, his snarl, the feel of his body pressed against her, the weight of his abuse on her shoulders, cigarette burns on her hip, their first date, their first time, their last time. She had loved him, even when she had hated him, but in that moment, she put every good feeling aside like Sara had taught her, and focussed only on the multiple forms of hate she felt.

Laurel scurried off into the kitchen, Felicity imagined that she was calling Oliver, and part of her wished that she would. The Pink Binary couldn't handle this on her own, not when it was Felicity behind the mask, Felicity definitely couldn't handle this. But then again, she wanted more than anything to prove to Oliver that she could do this, with or without him.

"Who are you?" Daniel snarled at the pink-masked woman before him, clenching his fists as he spoke, dark eyes black in the early morning hue.

The Pink Binary took a moment to think about her response, she could just tell him her code name, she could reply with a punch, but neither felt right, she wanted him to pay for what he'd done, "I'm your worst nightmare," she tested the words on her tongue, the sound of them alien to her, yet they felt so good.

"My worst nightmare?" He asked mockingly, "for the past seven years I've had the same nightmare, not getting the chance to kill Felicity Megan Smoak."

Felicity may have laughed if the situation were different, he had absolutely no clue whatsoever of who was under the mask, "Then I guess I was right the first time."

"You're going to stop me from getting justice? I thought that was what you vigilantes were all about. And what's a vigilante without moral integrity? A murderer, a wronged individual, a saint within society? All of the above? Tell me, my worst nightmare, what is a vigilante without a mask?"

The Pink Binary wasn't in the mood to play his mind games, but she was relieved with the delay, she was now firmly at the conclusion that she couldn't do this alone. Daniel Phillips wouldn't stop until either she or he were dead, and no matter what he had done, she had loved him once, she couldn't kill him, she could barely bring herself to shout, so she answered his question, the same mock answer she had given Roy when he had asked her the same question, "A prisoner."

"Wrong," he spoke, crazed, "They're still a vigilante, the mask is just something you where to hide not who you are or what you do, it's not so you don't receive recognition or blame. A vigilante wears a mask not to hide their present, it's to hide their past. And so I ask you, what wronging have you suffered to make you so hell bent on justice for all?"

By now, the Pink Binary was beginning to evaporate behind the mask, the weak and fearful Felicity Smoak returning. And she was fearful, this man in front of her was merely a boy when he tore her world apart, made her suffer and cry until she was raw with emotion, he had shaped her, moulded her, made her weak and brittle, then let her crumble in his hands. Since then, he'd suffered many years in prison, hell bent on righting the wrong of her snitching, he was seven years ahead of the game. He had seven years of planning and plotting his revenge, he was a man now, a tougher, meaner, crueller man. And Felicity hadn't realised until now, just how much she was not over what happened.

But Felicity swallowed her fear, willing herself to be a stronger, less frightened part of herself, and the Pink Binary consumed her again. "The people of Starling city aren't strong enough to save themselves, they need someone else to do it for them, that's why I do this. I don't have anything to hide."

"Then why wear the mask?" He asked her, "if not to hide yourself."

The Pink Binary didn't hesitate with her answer as she once did, speaking louder and clearer than ever, "because glasses fall off."

The next thing she knew, she had reached into the jacket and pulled out the nunchaku, lowering her hand and dropping the dragon stick to fall perpendicular to the floor. Her right hand grasped the yang stick, knuckles turning white with the strength of her grip as the pink radiated around the room like her mask.

She began to spin the dragon stick in a vertical figure of eight, the brightness of the shaft distracting Daniel long enough for her to perform a reverse arm catch. She swung the stick down, the momentum flipping the dragon stick up behind her arm, and she caught it in her left hand from over her shoulder, returning to the figure eight motion as she flipped the nunchaku around and switched hands, now her right hand holding the yang stick once more.

All Daniel could do was watch, the constant momentum of the nunchaku warning off any attempt at attack he made. He wasn't stupid, as long as those bright pink sticks were flailing around, he was just a sitting duck, waiting to be hit. He considered running, knowing that she would follow but he would eventually out run her. But pride hit him hard, he wasn't going to give this masked woman the satisfaction of knowing he was scared, then again, he noticed that she hadn't struck yet, and so watching her ready herself became fascinating as he understood that if she truly wanted to use those on him, she would've by now.

The Pink Binary then did a straight back pass into her left hand, swinging the nunchaku behind her and into her waiting palm, then moving her left arm to between her legs, letting go of the dragon stick for her right hand to catch the yang.

She then spun her whole body 180° to the right, swinging the nunchaku with her perpendicular to the floor at head height, smacking Daniel around the right side of his face as she returned to her original position, hitting the same place he had slapped Laurel.

He got up quicker than the Pink Binary had expected, blood dripping from his cheek as she realised that to knock him out, she needed to aim higher.

She was continuing the momentum of her figure eight as Daniel lunged for her knees from two meters away, but she saw it coming. Turning her figure eight horizontal so it now resembled the number it was named after and stopping only to smack the dragon stick straight into his chin as he left the ground to tackle her. He flew across the room, crashing into Laurel's coffee table and smashing the wood to pieces, she then changed her overhand grip to underhand, wrapping the blood stained dragon stick around the back of her hand so she could reposition.

The Pink Binary then returned to a figure of eight, performing another reverse arm catch, not letting go of the yang stick this time so she held both ends either side of her shoulder, she then untwisted her arms, pulling them away from her body and around so she was holding the sticks in front of her horizontally, one head height, and the other parallel to her abdomen.

Daniel regained his stance of attack again in front of the Pink Binary as she began to regain the momentum of a figure eight, who hadn't yet gained a scratch nor moved from her place in front of Laurel's oversized window. But this time, Daniel was aware of what was going on, dodging her first strike to his forehead as he progressed towards her.

She changed her grip on the yang stick back to overhand using the same technique as before, striking again from the other side of her vertical figure of eight, he dodged it again, swooping backwards just in time.

He pounced on her, ignoring the pain of the nunchaku as it whipped across his back as he secured his legs around her hips, holding her to the floor. His hands came out to grasp her wrists, pinning those to the harsh carpet also, forbidding the Pink Binary from striking again.

"Neat trick," he complemented her, moving both her hands so he could secure them in one of his above her head. This reminded her of a time many years ago when the same position was accustomed, only this time she didn't scream and shout for someone to help her, now she only swallowed hard as his free hand came to rest between her eyes, grasping the fabric there and ripping it from her face as the tie on the back became lose.

But, before he could pull it fully away, his body crashed down onto her, a full weight atop of her own and she felt warm blood trickle down her chest where his head lay. At first, she thought it were hers, but as his grip loosened on her hands, she thrust his head up from her, looking at the blank stare of a dead man, a dead man with a green arrow firmly planted between his eyes, the exact spot where his hand had just been on her.

The weight was pulled from her immediately after and thrown to the side and soon, the cool blue eyes of the Arrow peered into her own, his callused fingers hid behind green leather as he tightened her mask back again, knowing her well enough to believe that she wouldn't want Laurel in the know of her own secret identity.

"I had that under control," the Pink Binary's disguised voice conveyed to the Green Arrow as Laurel Lance re-entered the room, eyes falling on the dead man thrown against her bathroom door.

The Arrow's own voice, disguised as well, replied to her, "I know you did." There was an underlying amount of respect within his words, and he helped her back onto her feet.

Laurel tore her eyes from the dead body to that of the pink masked woman in her front room, "who are you?" she asked, not bitterly as expected, but filled with gratitude for stopping Daniel Phillips from going any further with her that night.

"The Pink Binary," was the reply Laurel received from the monotone voice of the disguised woman, "and he abused me too."

Laurel nodded at her words, not paying attention to the Arrow who stood over the dead body, double checking that there really was no pulse, "Thank you," the lawyer spoke quietly, a small smile spreading over her perfect white teeth.

The Pink Binary made note that this was the first (and probably the last) moment the two women would share like this before replying, "you're welcome," and feeling a tremendous amount of pride in herself for what she had done, even if the Green Arrow had been the one to finish off the job.

The shrill sound of a phone ringing tore them from their moment, the noise coming directly from the dead body and the Arrow pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket immediately.

The Pink Binary turned to the occasional team Arrow member, "you got a tablet?"

Laurel ran for the kitchen, returning moments later with a screen and the female vigilante got to work using it to trace the phone call, typing on the screen in her first language; Binary.

"Pick it up," she instructed the green-clad man crouching on the blood stained floor, close to cracking a trace of the call.

The Green Arrow did as he was told, pressing the answer button and putting the device to his ear, on the other end, a scratchy voice spoke, unidentifiable to him, "Daniel?"

"No," the vigilante replied, voice being disguised in its usual manner, identifiable and familiar to those who had heard it before.

"Then who is this?" The voice asked from the other end, voice getting clearer as if he had just gained better signal.

The Green Arrow looked to the Pink Binary, who gave a curt nod to say she had a trace, also hitting record on the call and streaming all of the information straight into the Foundry for later.

"The Arrow," he spoke in reply, about to ask the same question to the man on the other end but cut off abruptly.

"Oliver?" The voice asked without thinking and in disbelief, voice clearer than ever before and suddenly the Green Arrow recognised the man on the other end.

"Tommy?" He asked, his question causing the caller to become quiet, inevitably ending the call.

But the lack of reply was all the answer Oliver Queen needed, it was true, it was Tommy. Somehow, he had survived, and he was working with Daniel for some unknown reason to his oldest friend. But the look on both the Green Arrow's and the Pink Binary's faces said it all; this was far from over.

SO GUYS, please drop a review or two. Let me know what you thought and what you think should happen.

I hope y'all are okay with the Tommy's back situation, I have an explanation for it all, never fear.

Let's face it, you all love Tommy, and nobody wants him to be evil, I get it. I don't want him to be evil either, so hang in there 'cause all I not as it seems, alright?

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