A/N: As always thank you so much for the support I value all of it! HUGS! So I'm still deviating slightly from the film (I put my own twist on things :P) but yes I wanted to upload this before I go on holiday... so here it is and enjoy! I don't know when I'll be back cause as I say on holiday...

Felicity hadn't heard from Oliver in over a week. She had felt bad about Roy's behaviour but she didn't want to be the first to contact him with how embarrassed she felt. So she left it to him, also not wanting to date anyone whilst her bruises faded and head healed.

She had just walked into work when she passed some of her colleagues; she must have been feeling paranoid today she could have sworn they were whispering and staring at her. She headed straight to her office sitting down. She was just about to open a file when her phone rang. She grabbed it noticing Oliver's name onscreen.

"Hello."

"Hey."

"What can I do for you Oliver?" She asked trying to could cheerful.

"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, I wasn't sure you wanted to talk to me after..." He left the sentence hanging but Felicity jumped in instantly.

"Hey I only asked you to leave because well... I may have shouted at Roy and reminded him that his past wasn't exactly squeaky clean."

"Oh."

"And I understand why you didn't want to say it was Laurel, I mean my brother, her boyfriend."

"Wait Roy's her boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"I didn't know that. The only reason I didn't tell you about it being Laurel was because I didn't want to drag her name into it... She's moved on and she's happy."

"Did you move on?" She asked and cursed herself as to why she was even asking that.

"Yes, I have no feelings for Laurel, haven't for years."

"Right, well yes… everything is fine."

"Actually..."

"What?"

"That's why I'm calling I'm so sorry I don't know how it happened."

"What happened?"

"You haven't seen it?"

"Clearly not Oliver."

"Well ever since I've been... away from my parents, I have a tracker when my name is mentioned in any press related article online or paper."

"Right and..."

"You might want to search our names on the Starling Star website." She furiously brought up the newspaper on her computer sighing at the title.

Oliver Queen back in business?

She scanned the article. Her name being mentioned as his way back into the company he had left years before and in with his parents. How they were in a blossoming relationship, and how she must be the one who changed his life around.

"Wow." She said shaking her head.

"I know I'm sorry, I tried calling the newspaper but they take everything I say out of context and I'm sorry you got dragged into it."

"Hey this isn't your fault Oliver."

"If my dad's see it..." He whispered and her heart ached at the guilt he felt.

"Listen if your dad sees it let him, I'll deal with it Oliver, all of it, I'll contact the company tell them to remove it or at least get their facts straight."

"Are you sure? I am s-"

"No more apologies this isn't on you."

"I thought the press were leaving me alone." He sighed.

"Hey we can fix this it's okay." Just then there was a tap on her door as Walter Steele popped his head in.

"Mr Queen would like a word Miss Smoak."

"Ah okay Mr Steele, I'll be right there. Thank you."

"Call me Walter dear." He said stepping away from her office.

"Your father is beckoning me."

"Oh."

"Well let's see how this goes."

"I am really sorry you have to deal with it."

"It's just one of those things, right I have to go."

"Okay goodbye Felicity."

"Goodbye Oliver, oh and thank you for taking care of me."

"Honestly it was no problem." With that she hung up.

The elevator ride up to Roberts's office was too silent, no other passengers made it worse, as if someone was bracing her for it all. When the doors opened with a bing she stepped out, a brunette on reception gave her a smile and nodded towards the door. She slowly opened them.

"Ah Miss Smoak, please come in close the door and take a seat." She nodded as she closed the door, trying to swallow down her nervousness. She walked over to the large mahogany desk, sitting down opposite him. The desk was huge, it made him look even more menacing, his eyes were cold and she could see Oliver in his features.

"So Mr Queen? What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to thank you for your dedication to this company. I was pleasantly surprised when you chose to work for us, and in 5 years you have gone from strength to strength."

"Thank you." She replied sitting straighter feeling more confident.

"Head of applied science and you are showing just how talented you are, some of your teams creations have been the reason this company has thrived." She blushed then the compliment making her smile relentlessly. "That's why I want to warn you."

"Warn me?" Her smile slipped away into a frown. "About what?"

"Not what, who." She blinked. "I think you need to stay away from Oliver." Her mouth fell open.

"Excuse me?" She asked her brain shocked.

"My son is... selfish, self indulgent, he only cares about himself. He's proven what kind of man, well monster, he is with the people he has hurt." Felicity stared at him; he had no emotion on his features what so ever. "For your own sake and that of your obviously prestigious career. I would get as far away from Oliver as possible." Felicity just looked at him, unblinking. "That is all Miss Smoak, have a good day." He gestured to the door and she found herself rising to her feet, her hand on the door handle before she snapped her head back around.

"You know... I joined this company because it felt like a family, run by a family man who put his kids first. So his employees would be valued." Robert nodded with a smile. "But after what you just said I clearly got it wrong." The smile wiped from his face in a second.

"Miss Smoak-"

"No Mr Queen, my personal life has nothing to do with this company."

"It does when you're dating the boss's son." She laughed then.

"If we were dating, which we aren't by the way, I still wouldn't have said anything because he clearly isn't a son to you." She saw Roberts fists clench. "What sort of a father calls his own son a monster? Abandons him in a hospital after he refuses to be a part of the company? I may have had my father walk out on me but I'd rather that than suffer what Oliver has having you treat him like that." She saw Roberts mouth open. "Oh and by the way your son is a kind, big hearted soul, he has his own thriving business now. And yes we might have got our pictures online but he was taking care of me after I got hurt. So who's the real monster here?" She quirked her eyebrow up, opening the door before she turned her head again to see his face flushed eyes glued on her.

"Oh and FYI, you ever say anything about my personal life in regards to my job again you won't know what's hit you." His eyebrows flew up then. "Goodbye Mr Queen." She walked away then, swaying her hips slightly her head held high as she walked back into the elevator.

When she got back to her office she slammed the door shut taking a few shaky breathes. She stared aimlessly off in the distance not even remotely worried about her career but feeling sadness for Oliver with a father like that. She sighed as she walked back over to the monitor, she scrolled through the article and she stopped dead when there was a picture of her and Oliver. She was on his back, both smiling like idiots as he was carrying her and the picnic basket. She couldn't help smiling as she shook her head remembering that evening. She grabbed her phone.

30 minutes later there was a tap at her door, Sara and Lyla's heads popped round taking in her appearance.

"Well let me put it this way, either change the article like I said or I will personally delete it." Sara and Lyla walked in closing the door behind her. "Oh that wasn't a threat, it was a statement. Your information as I said is grossly misinformed. You have until the end of the day to sort this, goodbye." With that she hung up her phone glancing at the ladies sighing loudly.

"So..." Sara started.

"Are the rumours true?" Lyla asked.

"Which rumours because right now I'm pretty sure the office has exploded hasn't it?" Both women nodded as Felicity groaned throwing her head back.

"How about we start from the beginning?" Lyla asked.

"Whatever you like." Felicity said waving her hand her head still resting on her chair.

"So you and Oliver are-"

"Don't even finish that question Sara." Felicity sat up. "Oliver and I are friends, I got hurt, and I couldn't be alone for 24 hours so he stayed so I didn't have to ruin any of your weekends." They nodded knowing that part of the story.

"But..."

"There are no buts, we're friends. This damn article got it wrong. Oh and thanks for telling me that you know, Oliver and Laurel used to date and you and he slept together." Her eyes went wide.

"He told you that?"

"He told me he had a girlfriend and he slept with her sister among other things but it was Roy that made me connect all the dots..."

"I'm sorry I didn't want to-"

"It's fine." Felicity interrupted with a smile. "Seriously, I understand why you were so hesitant but like I say, friends." Sara nodded going quiet for a moment.

"So we know that rumour is wrong, what about the one going around about you shouting at our boss?" Lyla asked and Felicity flushed then.

"Guilty."

"What? You shouted at Robert Queen?" Sara asked sitting straighter looking insanely nervous.

"Yep... He wanted to warn me off his monster of a son as he would destroy my career."

"Wow... He said that?" Lyla asked.

"He actually said more, and I just couldn't believe he had the gall to say about my personal life affecting my work whilst simultaneously bashing his own son, you know?" Both women nodded.

"I'm surprised he hasn't fired you." Sara said softly.

"How can he? I did nothing wrong he was the one that brought personal lives into the conversation. Plus I'm damn good at my job." She said sitting straighter a smile on her face.

"Well actually I think you could run this company." Lyla said absentmindedly. Both women's heads snapped around to her. "What? It's true and you know it." She said her arms crossing on top of her bump.

"Actually she's right." Sara said sitting straighter. "I think you could easily run your own company."

"I've... I've never actually thought about it." She shrugged slightly. "I like this job... I just don't like how Robert Queen acts all high and mighty-"

"Especially when he's one to talk." Sara interrupted. "He's had multiple affairs with staff; there was even that one rumour he was going to leave Moira for his intern Isabel."

"I remember that!" Lyla exclaimed.

"See! He can't say anything plus I don't think he quite realises what I can do." Both women chuckled nodding.

"He has no idea what you're capable of Felicity!" Lyla said with a smile. Just then her phone rang; she smiled at them as she picked it up.

"Yes this is Miss Smoak, oh really? Okay. So if I agree to do this then you'll get rid of this one? Right. Okay. Yes... Thank you." The two ladies watched in fascination at the one sided conversation, and then at the smile that over took Felicity's face as she hung up.

"So who was that?" Sara asked a knowing glint in her eye. Felicity shook her head.

"The Starling Star. They're removing the article..."

"And?" Sara pushed. Felicity laughed. "I know you're holding out on me Smoak."

"You'll just have to wait and see." Lyla and Sara exchanged a look which caused Felicity to laugh. "You should probably be heading back to work, don't want Mr Queen to think I'm slacking." The girls shook their heads as they got to their feet.

"Later." They said stepping out her office.

It was late in the day, most of the staff had already left and Felicity was so engrossed in her work she never heard the knock on her door. Her head bolted up when she noticed a woman stood before her. She froze instantly as she took in the elegant demeanour of Moira Queen.

"Mrs Queen? I... Ermm what can I do for you?" She stuttered out.

"Miss Smoak." Felicity nodded. "I wanted to thank you." She frowned instantly confused.

"Thank me? For what?"

"My husband... he isn't in the best of health, but he's a very stubborn man. I could beat my head against that wall for all the times I've tried to talk to him about Oliver." Felicity's mouth fell open.

"I... He told you." She whispered.

"Miss Smoak, let's just say very few things in these offices and especially involving my husband, are kept from me." She stood straighter a slight tone to her voice made Felicity's mind race back to Isabel and her sudden departure from this company.

"I… well I'm not going to say sorry." She sat up a little straighter.

"I don't want you to. As I say I want to thank you because whatever you said to him, it finally seemed to get through that thick skull of his."

"I well..." She blushed suddenly speechless which was completely rare for her.

"I learnt long ago that the press manipulate things, I don't know what you are to my son Miss Smoak, but I've never seen my son smile like that before." She took a step closer. "I know you probably think I am a bad mother, but don't for one second think I actually abandoned my son. I gave him the freedom to turn his life around, and I got to watch him discover himself." She sighed. "Even though that was from afar, I am so proud of him."

"Maybe you should be telling him that." Felicity said tilting her head slightly. She watched Moira's lips curve up a little.

"You're very blunt Miss Smoak; I can see why my son likes you and why you got through to my husband. But believe me, I've tried and thanks to you I may actually get to be a part of his life."

"What?"

"My husband has arranged to talk to our son, he actually made the first move and that is because of you." She saw her eyes shining bright with clear emotion and she felt her own heart swell.

"I think it's Oliver you should be thanking for giving you both a second chance. I know he made some bad choices, but his parents, the two people who should have supported him the most, abandoned him. Take it from someone whose own father walked out... You have to do all you can to rebuild that relationship but if it starts with Mr Queen shouting at him, it won't end well." Moira nodded unable to take her eyes off the young lady in front of her.

"You really are something else Miss Smoak."

"Errrm Thank you Mrs Queen."

"Thank you, I know we still need to do all the hard work but you pushed my husband over that first hurdle." Felicity nodded as she watched Moira make her way to the door before she turned back to look at her. "I hope to see more of you." She said walking out the door. Felicity frowned at the meaning behind those words but her phone ringing brought her out her musings.

"Hello." She answered absentmindedly.

"Hey." She instantly blushed at Oliver's words but shook it off.

"Good news." Felicity stated.

"Huh?"

"The Starling Star will be removing the article... In fact it probably is gone now. But I've been busy-"

"Felicity." He said it softly almost sighing. "Thank you."

"It's no problem Oliver."

"Not just for that." She heard the tone in his voice change. "I... My father called said that he'd just had his eyes abruptly opened and apologised. That was you, wasn't it?"

"I... Oliver... I..."

"It's okay." She could hear the joy in his tone and couldn't help smiling herself.

"For the first time in 5 years, actually for the first time since I was a little kid, he treated me like a son." She heard him let out a shaky breath.

"Good... Because you deserve a real dad Oliver, not just a father. So I hope you can work it out and rebuild your relationship."

"Maybe." He replied softly, both falling silent and listening only to the others breathing.

"Well I should probably leave you, if you have to get things sorted."

"Felicity?"

"Yep." She replied popping the p.

"Thank you."

"You've done the same for me." She replied without a second thought. "Goodbye Oliver."

"Oh also I think I have the perfect guy for you. His name is Ray; he went to school with me, nice guy his fiancée died nearly 2 years ago, not that you should mention that... But I can set you up on a date with him, if you want?" She frowned slightly, before she found herself speaking.

"Yes sure of course, sounds wonderful."

"Right okay I'll set it all up and let you know. Goodbye Felicity."

"Bye Oliver." She whispered as he hung up.