Oliver started down the stairs, seeing all the people in his home. His mom's rally was tonight, and it killed him that Felicity was stuck in hiding because of Isabel. He had a com in his ear, so if she needed him he could hear her, but so far she'd been quiet. She was still adjusting to the new lair, and the amount of time she might have to stay there, but Felicity was strong.

His eyes went over the guests as they walked into the house. They weren't the high class that normally came to previous parties. It was the middle class, some who'd been displaced by the Undertaking.

He smiled, and moved down to stand beside his mom, in between her and Thea. Thea barely smiled when he kissed her head, then his mom's cheek. He knew that Thea was still mad at him for lying to her, but he needed to talk to her. Preferably tonight after the party.

"Oliver, good to see you." Walter shook his hand, and smiled. "Thea, you look lovelier than when I saw you last."

Thea smiled, and hugged Walter. "That was today at lunch."

Oliver smiled, and watched as Walter and his mom shook hands. It was weird, not to mention that his mom knew what he did at night.

"Oliver?" He looked at Thea, who stared up at him.

"Yes?"

She took a deep breath. "We need to talk. Now?"

He looked around, and saw that most of the reception line was over, Walter was moving his mom to the ballroom. He looked back at Thea and nodded. She raised a hand to the study, and they moved to it. Oliver closed the door behind him, and almost jumped at the voice in his ear.

"Just let her get it out Oliver. Don't say a thing."

Leave it to Felicity.

Thea turned, her eyes blazing with fury. "How long have you known? How could you hide this from me! I had a crush on him for God sakes! Oliver, why did you never tell me?"

Oliver took a deep breath. "Felicity told me the day of mom's announcement to run for mayor."

Thea gasped, stepping back. Oliver stepped towards her but stopped.

"Felicity knows?" she whispered, tears shining in her eyes.

"Tell her I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to tell her. She needed to hear it from you."

Oliver swallowed. "She's sorry. She knew that you needed to hear it from family, but I couldn't figure out how to tell you. Or if I even wanted you to know."

She snorted. "Yeah, know that my real father is a psychopath who wanted to destroy half the city. My mother went along with it because he threatened her children." Thea's eyes widened. "He knew." She looked up at Oliver. "Did dad know?"

Oliver sat down on the edge of the couch, looking at his sister. She looked so much like Tommy he didn't know how they didn't put it together before.

"I don't know. If he did, he never loved you any less." Oliver laughed. "I think he protected you more than anything. Dad loved you so much Thea."

She sat down, her face tired. Oliver felt tired. It was so much to take in.

"I'm not a Merlyn."

He looked at her, her fists clenched, fire in her eyes. "I am Robert Queen's daughter. I am Thea Queen." She looked up at him. "I wish you had told me."

He reached out, and forced his hand into hers. "I wish I had too."

"No more secrets?"

Oliver shook his head. "I'll do my best Thea. I promise to you. I'll let you in."

Thea smiled. "Yeah. In about ten years." Her face sobered. "Where is she?"

Oliver's heart pounded. "She's safe. She misses you."

Thea smiled. "I bought her some nail polish. It's a sky blue with some sparkles."

"Bring that polish to me Oliver."

He laughed. Thea's brow furrowed. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," He pulled her close for a hug. "I'll find a way to get it to her."

Dig moved through Oliver's room, collecting some of his clothes and items for the next week. Oliver was adamant about staying with Felicity, much to Dig's better judgement.

The party was winding down, and Oliver was getting ready to go out for the night with Thea to Verdant. Be seen for a few hours, then use the Ducati to go to Felicity.

"Dig, there is a bottle of blue nail polish in Thea's room. Sky blue, has sparkles in it. It's for Megan. Grab it please."

"Copy that." Dig moved out of the room, across the hall to Thea's. Finding the blue bottle on the desk, he pocketed it and heard a thud.

Pulling his gun from it's holster, he moved slowly across the hall.

"Oliver?" he whispered in this com link. Another thud.

"OLIVER?"

It had been three hours since Oliver's com went out. Felicity sat at her desk, scared out of her mind. He and Dig hadn't come back to the lair. Sara and Roy were on patrol, and it took every ounce of her self control to not have them run by the mansion.

Just as the clock moved it's hand past one, the main door started to shake. Felicity gripped the gun on her desk, watching the door slowly open, then sighed in relief.

"Oliver!"

He smiled, and quickly shut the door. "Sorry. I can't exactly call you."

She huffed, swallowing her tears. "Where is the com link? I would have heard you."

Oliver moved to the desk, a small duffle bag dropping next to him. "There was a man in my room." He ran a hand over his head. "It fell out and broke."

"Are you okay?" Felicity had her hands on her wheelchair, trying to stand up. Oliver, looked over at her. "They're fine. Dig helped me. Knocked the guy out, and he's upstairs now. I have to interrogate him."

Felicity fell down into the wheelchair, and grit her teeth against the pain. She hadn't taken any pain meds, and her back was killing her. Her fear of what had happened to Oliver after the party, Sara going out on patrol with Roy, the night had taken a toll on her nerves. Then again, being a wanted criminal added to her frayed nerves.

Something warm enveloped her hand. "Felicity?"

She looked up into blue eyes full of concern. "Sorry. I just." She sighed. "It's been a hell of a day."

He nodded. "You should sleep."

She shook her head. "I don't think I can. I'm so nervous about being caught." Oliver knelt in front of her, wiping the tears on her cheeks. She didn't even know she was crying.

"Felicity." His voice was broken and tortured. "We'll get through this. I promise."

She nodded, and he leaned up, brushing her lips with his. "I have to go interrogate this guy."

Oliver pressed his lips to her forehead, and then turned and reached into the duffle. He smiled, and pressed the small bottle of nail polish in her hand. She laughed, tears spilling over as she buried her head in his neck, Oliver crushing her to him.