Oliver splashed water on his face. Interrogating hadn't been easy. The guy finally caved when he shot through his median nerve. The pain was so intense that he gave everything away. Everything he knew, which wasn't much. What Slade told them was going to happen, how the men were becoming disillusioned with Slade's leadership.
He took a towel and wiped his face off.
"Oliver?"
"Coming Felicity." He glanced in the mirror, and tossed the towel in the hamper. He turned off the light, and walked over to the bed. Felicity was sitting in her chair, smiling at her now blue nails. He smiled at her, and scooped her up, tucking her into the bed.
"Pain meds?" Oliver ran his fingers down her cheek, smiling as she leaned into them.
"Yep. Should kick in soon."
Oliver nodded, and turned out the rest of the lights, tapping the keyboard to make sure the doors were locked. Taking a gun from the case, he placed it next to the bed, then climbed into the soft sheets. He pulled Felicity closer to him, her body fitting prefect next to him. She sighed.
"Can we stay like this? No Slade, no secrets. Just a slightly awkward situation since we've never slept together before."
Olive chuckled. "Felicity, is it really that awkward?"
She swallowed, and turned bright red. "No. I guess."
"You guess?"
She shook her head. "It's fast."
"I've known you for over a year Felicity. Believe me, I've never thought about this with any woman."
He felt her smile. "Okay. But for me, it'll be awkward for a few nights."
He sighed. Oliver nuzzled her hair. No time like the present to tell her.
"My mom knows."
Silence.
"You'd have to be more specific about what. We aren't lacking in secrets."
Oliver chuckled, running his thumb on her hand. "She knows about me being the Arrow. That I care about you."
Felicity leaned her head back, looking up at him. "We really need to keep track of who knows your secret." She turned her head back to lay on his bicep.
"Must be nice not having your mom judge you for caring about a criminal."
Oliver's hand tightened on hers. "You're not a criminal Felicity. She knows that." He sighed.
Felicity huffed. "I've seen my messages on my phone. My mom is having a field day between shaming me, wanting me to turn myself in, and knowing that I couldn't do this." She sighed. "I'm just glad I blocked the GPS on my phone before turning it off."
Oliver chuckled, and pulled her closer. He nuzzled her hair, and inhaled it's scent.
"Promise to stay?" She whispered.
"You'll have a hard time making me leave." He whispered. Felicity smiled, and Oliver helped turn her into his chest, snuggling close as they fell asleep.
Slade drove to the Queen Mansion, irritated. The key was gone, no where to be found. Felicity Smoak had turned off his cameras, and obviously told Oliver who had them destroyed. Now that the blonde was on the run, she couldn't be found. Even her trackers were gone, the one in her phone, her glasses and in her watch turned off.
He turned and smiled at the guard. "Appointment with Mrs. Queen."
The guard looked at the clip board and nodded, waving him in. Slade watched the man speak into his radio, and knew that his alias was being checked. His kidnapping of Thea put him on the radar, but torturing Oliver was the goal.
Parking, he quickly opened his door, and moved to the house. His cameras may be out, but Slade knew the Mansion, and how it operated. The door opened, and another security guard waved him in. "Mrs. Queen is in the living room waiting for you Mr. Evergreen."
Slade smiled, and walked into the living room, smiling more as Moira's eyes widened at him.
"Mrs. Queen."
She blinked, and twitched her lips in a smile. "Mr. Wilson."
He shook his head. "Mr. Evergreen. I'm here to discuss your son Oliver."
"He's not here if that's your question."
Slade frowned. Oliver had no where else to go. He wasn't at Sara's home in the clock tower, Laurel's apartment. He had no idea where he was. "I wasn't looking for him Moira. I wanted to talk to you."
"We aren't lacking in topics then." She gestured to the couch. Slade raised an eyebrow, taking a seat across from the Queen matriarch.
"You're very brave letting me stay."
She shrugged. "Security is all over this place. You kill me, and they'll know it was you. What do you want?"
Slade leaned forward. "Moira, Oliver changed a lot in his time away. You see him as your son but I see his true colors."
Moria coughed. "I have no doubt that you know my son, but I do know his true colors, you can't cloud my vision of him."
"He's a murderer Moira."
"Many say I am, and I do feel like it."
Slade growled internally. "He caused the death of the woman I love."
Moira blinked. "I'm sure Oliver never intended for that to happen."
"He did though. He knew what he did and he chose another over her." Slade looked up at her, "Moira, Oliver isn't a good man. He'll always make the selfish decision when it comes down to it."
"Mr. Wilson, my son is a hero. I'm sure that he regrets what happened to the woman you loved."
"Shado, her name was Shado."
Moira nodded. "Shado wouldn't want you to hold a grudge against Oliver for so long. I'm sure Oliver regrets the decision that lead to her death. We must remember those who've died, and move forward as they would want us too."
Slade gripped his hands tighter. His blood pumping hot through his veins. He wasn't getting anywhere with Moira.
"Mr. Wilson, I know that I have you to thank for my son's life." Moira looked at him, smiling sweetly.
Slade smiled back. "Yes, well. He wasn't the man who I see today. I regret that we got separated. You may have had him back sooner."
"Mr. Wilson, fate is funny sometimes. Five years was shocking, but Oliver wouldn't be the man he is today if he hadn't been gone that long." She looked at him, her eyes turning to ice. "Would you be the same man if you'd spent less time away from civilization?"
Slade smiled, impressed by her intuition. "Moira, I must insist that had I known Oliver was on Lian Yu, I would have sent someone to get him." Myself in fact, to kill him.
"Yes, well. No point in dwelling on the past. I do have to say though that your warnings about my son's character are unneeded. My son is an honorable man, who is getting better with each day."
"I don't see how Moira. He killed Shado."
"I'm sure that Oliver honors Shado, and regrets that she is dead. Simply put about him becoming a better man, he's loved, and being loved in return by someone who didn't know him as he was. She sees him as he could be, and isn't clouded by his past."
"Then I see I must warn her. I'm sorry Moira, but I'm positive that your son is the reason Ms. Smoak is in the run, your family's company is no longer yours, and that since he's returned your marriage has broken up."
Moira's glare turned colder. "Mr. Wilson. You know nothing of my son as his is now. My marriage broke up because of me, no one else. Ms. Smoak is in hiding because Ms. Rochev laid blame on her for something that is not her doing. My family's company was handed over because you kidnapped my daughter."
"Moira, mistakes follow you quite a bit. I just want to know if you'll let Oliver make the same one with Ms. Smoak, he might cause her death like he caused Shado's."
"Stop dwelling on the past Mr. Wilson, it does nothing to change it." She stood, "You have abused my hospitality long enough. You come after me, or my family and I will see to it that you are put in prison, preferably back in Australia."
Slade stood, glaring at Moira. "Don't make me your enemy Moira."
"You did that yourself by warning me about my son. Threatening my family, and Ms. Smoak."
He smiled. "Weak spot for criminals Moira? Since you are one."
"Get away from my mother Mr. Wilson."
He turned, and spotted Thea, glaring at him, Roy behind her. Slade took a deep breath. This situation was getting out of control. He stood, and nodded to Moira. "Remember what I said."
Moira raised an eyebrow. "Nothing worth remembering. Now leave, before I call the cops."
Slade turned, and quickly walked out of the house. He'd achieved what he wanted. He knew that Oliver had Felicity stashed somewhere. That was enough for an anonymous tip.