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AN: Thanks for returning for the final chapter of this story. Sure hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Just a whole bunch of fluffiness for us Olicity fans. Hope you enjoy this last chapter as well.

I've had most of this chapter written for months, so anxious to share it with you. Unfortunately, sometimes having the ending written first sometimes stifles the creativity for the rest of the story. Oh well…I write the stories the way they come to me, I guess. Sometimes very aggravating, but I just gotta roll with it. Ha. Take care…enjoy this last chapter.

Previously:

Oliver considered this. After a minute, he slowly nodded, with a look of resignation. "Okay. It happened shortly after we met. You had finished something for me, and I was grateful. You were indeed remarkable, so I ended up telling you that. You, being you, said what you just said, 'Thank you for remarking on it.' At the time, I just thought it was one of the most endearing things I've ever heard anyone say." He looked so cute as he fought a bashful smile taking over his face.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Are you sure we're only friends? Because, because I'm getting an awful strong sense of more than friendship coming from you, Oliver."

Oliver's face turned pink, then pale. An interesting reaction, but I was more interested in his answer. If he didn't have a stroke first. "Um, well, this…it's very complicated, Felicity. And I still think this also falls under the category of not telling you anything about your life…"

"Well, it is my life. And I could almost bet it against the idea that a person should hold information from an amnesiac. I do not recall ever seeing information…."

Oliver sat up. "Did you say, 'recall'? Like, actually know for sure?"

I felt my face flush. I bet it was a bright red. Making me look totally ridiculous. I grimaced as I said, "I don't know. Um, for some reason, perhaps, an article headline popped into my head about refreshing amnesiacs' memories."

Turning away, Oliver mumbled, "I wonder when you would've researched something like that." Turing around, Oliver smiled at me. "It does look, perhaps, your memory is returning. Just slower than we would like, I suppose."

"Easy for you to say, it's not your memory that's lost," I muttered. I quickly looked at him, only to catch a hurt expression quickly pass over his face before it was gone. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just…"

"I know and I do understand. Like I've said before, it's especially difficult for you because you hate any kind of mysteries."

Oliver rose, and said, "I better get home so we both can get some rest. Tomorrow is Saturday, and Dig and I are going to be at the Lair in the afternoon talking about Arrow business."

"Why don't I pick up our usual at Dong Kong's and bring it over for supper?"

My eyes widened at the same time as Oliver's. He quietly asked, "Did you say what I thought you said?"

I reviewed it in my head. I then searched my memory, and there was indeed a picture playing in my head of Oliver, Diggle and I sitting in the Lair, with boxes of Dong Kong's food on the table. We were laughing and joking, then Roy joined us.

"Felicity!" Oliver's voice brought me back to the present. "Did you remember something?"

A tentative smile appeared on my face. "Yes, I do believe so." I told him what it was, and the smidgen of conversation I remembered.

Oliver smiled back. "Yes, that is an actual memory. Just last week, in fact."

Suddenly I couldn't keep back a yawn, and Oliver stood back up again. "Great job, Felicity. Now, you better get some rest. Maybe… maybe tomorrow more memories will return."

After saying I should come by the Lair at 6pm, Oliver left. I turned off my stereo and got ready for bed. Unwanted thoughts kept popping up about my feelings regarding my returning memories, but I pushed them away. I needed sleep, and I decided I will let tomorrow come, and let whatever happens, happen. I will be like Scarlett O'Hara and think about everything tomorrow. After all, like she said, tomorrow is another day.

~~OQ~~FS~~OQ~~

Luckily, I did fall asleep rather easily. It was a restful sleep, but I woke up with a head full of dreams. I let my mind wander back to thinking about Las Vegas and my mother. An image popped into my head of me as a kid with a mess of parts around me. They looked like parts of a computer, and suddenly, I knew exactly what was happening. I quickly thought about school, and suddenly I could recall all of my teachers' names. I checked to see if I remembered my prom date, and yes, unfortunately I remembered Lenny Anderson, the worst date ever. Why I had to remember him, I don't know, but suddenly I didn't care. I could remember my life!

I then reviewed all parts of my life, and realized that somehow, all the pieces fell into place while I was sleeping. I hadn't expected it to return like that, but really, the doctors had not been able to tell me how exactly my memory would return, for it could be different with each person. And really…did it matter? I was back to normal.

Then my mind reviewed everything over the past week. My face reddened with realizing the depth of my feelings for Oliver, which, I suppose, I did confess to him, after all. Didn't I? And to myself. Now that I could remember everything, I realized I had hidden much of my feelings for Oliver during the past two years under the cover of "impossible things to happen." But now? Now, I realize it really could happen between Oliver and me. He had revealed himself in many ways the past days as well.

What should I do? How should I proceed? Do I take charge, and confront Oliver, or should I let him control the situation? Again. Like the conversation on Lian Yu. Where I allowed Oliver to not really resolve anything.

No, I wasn't going to put up with that anymore. We almost lost our chance to be together with my kidnapping. Life is too short, and love too precious, not to give this a shot, come what may. I flopped myself onto my couch, grabbed my tablet and pulled up Netflix. Some Dr. Who was definitely in order, as I tried to process my feelings and the situation over the next several hours.

~~OQ~~FS~~OQ~~

After my mini-marathon of Dr. Who, and a quick nap, I felt almost ready to face the team with my newly recovered memory. I quickly dressed in one of my prettiest casual tops and skinny black jeans, and took special care on my makeup and hair. I felt I succeeded with achieving the "looking-like-I-wasn't-trying-too-hard" look.

I headed for the Lair after picking up the take-out. Opening the door to the familiar sound of the men working out, I smiled to myself. At last, I felt like I was truly home. I slowly made my way down the stairs, stopping to watch Dig and Oliver spar. Continuing my way over to the workout area I asked where Roy was and was told he had taken Thea out on a date. I smiled, happy for the two younger people.

Waiting until after supper to tell Oliver and Diggle the news, I spent most of supper slowly eating my food and listening to the men discuss the latest criminal who'd escaped. The reason for the wait was so I wouldn't have long to wait after the revelation for a private conversation with Oliver.

When it appeared they were almost done with eating, I decided I better say something. Choosing my time, I broke a silence with, "Hey guys, I didn't know when I should tell you, but…my memory is back. In full."

Dig jumped up and enveloped me in a big hug. "That's great, Felicity!"

I looked at Oliver, who remained seating. His head was down, and he was studying his box of Kung Pau chicken intently. I turned back to Dig, who patted my shoulder and gave me a big smile.

"I think, guys, I'm going to go home for an hour or so and check on Lyla and the baby."

Oliver finally looked up at him. "Since it's been quiet, why don't we call it an early night and you stay home?"

Dig gave me a look I couldn't define, then smiled at Oliver and said, "Sounds good to me. We'll see you tomorrow then." I set my food down and drank my soda as I watched Diggle climb the stairs and leave the Lair.

I then picked up my almost-empty box of sweet and sour chicken, halfheartedly picking through it for some pineapple. I found one, popped it into my mouth, and as I chewed it I looked at Oliver, who quickly looked back down at his own food once again, avoiding my eyes.

It had taken me all day, a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and four hours of Dr. Who to decide what to say to the man next to me. That for once I wasn't going to let him not tell me his feelings for me. because I could no longer deny it…this experience had definitely let me know what his feelings were.

"Oliver, um…I think we should talk about the past four days."

"What about?"

So…that's how he was going to let this go? Well…

I rolled my eyes and began again. "Oliver…" but he said my name at the same time.

I looked at him. He said, "You go ahead."

I shook my head. "No way, buster. You go first."

Oliver shuffled his feet, looking at the toes of his sneakers, then returned his gaze to my eyes. "I was never so scared as when you were missing. When we couldn't find you anywhere. I felt like I would die if we didn't find you."

I was about to say something when I bit my tongue to keep quiet. For once, I was going to let him talk.

"But I decided what would be worse, would be if you had died without me telling you how I felt about you?"

I waited with my lungs bursting with my held breath. Could this be it?

Taking my hand in his, he said, "I went into this vigilante business thinking I was going to do it alone. I never expected partners, I never expected friends. I especially didn't expect to…fall in love."

I gasped. I couldn't help it. For a moment, I worried about that gasp breaking the spell, but the man in front of me continued. "I love you, Felicity. I've been in love with you, I suppose, from the moment in your cubicle when you called me on my BS about the shot-up computer. When you were taken, all I could think of was how could I live without you, and it was all my fault. When we found you, I…all I could think of was I almost lost you, and how could I ever risk doing that again without you knowing how I feel about you. Without giving us a chance."

He looked at me with such care and sorrow in his eyes, I couldn't help but cup his cheek with my hand. "Oliver, I know you're scared. Scared of a relationship, scared of us, scared of losing me. But, what do you think I go through every night with you out there? Listening to you fight men and bullets and not being able to do anything to help you? It almost kills me as well. But I've decided that, no matter what, I want to be by your side. No matter what happens, it is…it is so worth it."

"I am such…I have such darkness in me, Felicity, I'm so surprised you're still with me. You know what darkness remains within me, and yet you still come back, day after day after day."

I grunted in frustration. "You still don't get it, Oliver. I am still here because, despite the darkness, you have such light still within you. How is that even possible with everything you went through while you were gone, I've asked myself, but you still do. Even though you drive me crazy with your doubts,,," I decided we were getting too serious and needed some goofiness, so I added, "and your quirks, and your stubbornness, and your messiness and…"

Oliver smiled back at me. "I think you're just randomly adding things now." His smile disappeared and he looked at me with such love I thought my heart would simply burst into smithereens. "How could I not love you, Felicity Meghan Smoak? You are so full of goodness, and light, and humor, and playfulness." He leaned over and captured my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back with such fierceness it pushed him back, almost knocking him off balance. Luckily he bumped into the table, so we wouldn't fall over, but neither of us paid attention. We had each other to pay attention to.

AN: One of my goals for this story was to explore what would happen if Felicity would be aware of Oliver's attraction to her suddenly, in a different way. So this story idea was born. I hope you enjoyed it, and appreciated it. If you like, please leave me a review letting me know what you liked about it. Always greatly appreciated, and hope you will return to read some more of my stories.