Author's Note; Okay. So maybe I should change my pen name to LiarLiar. I told you I wasn't going to get this updated and looky here...

I know a few people were irritated with my authors note that went up as a separate chapter. I totally don't blame you! I hate it when that happens too. But can you please go back and look at those videos? They are super super important.

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Previously in At Least It Wasn't Dirty Dancing

"Someone was wearing his kiddie gloves, again, and he nearly cost 3 cops their lives," Sara spat, glaring at her boyfriend with a look that wouldn't surprise Felicity if it caused him to drop dead.

"Sara!" Oliver said, obviously exasperated, "I will not go about killing any and all criminals who threaten the police. I won't go back to that."

"But you're more than happy to let them kill the only people who are legitimately trying to help this city."

"That's not fair," Felicity chipped in. She knew what must have happened. They must have been watching over one of Detective Lances operations again and something had gone down. "And Sara, I know you want to protect your father, but seriously, people are going to get suspicious if the Arrow and the Black Canary keep getting involved in your fathers operations."

"And with all due respect, Felicity, you have no idea what its like to have a father to protect."

It was like Sara's words had been delivered by a blow from the woman's bow staff. The air caught in her lungs and she couldn't seem to expel it. Digg froze where he was reordering things in the medical cart and Oliver snapped something back, which Felicity didn't hear due to the ringing in her ears.

"Felicity." Sara said entreatingly, reaching out a hand to try to touch her shoulder. Felicity stumbled back, still feeling the physical reaction to her words. She couldn't have known that. There was no way that Sara could have known about her father. She hadn't even told Diggle. That left-

Felicity's POV

The realisation of what must have happened caused Felicity to gasp, as her heart cracked. She'd told him in confidence, and he'd betrayed her. After everything she'd done for him, and he'd betrayed her like that.

Suddenly, the ringing stopped and it was as if all the noises in the room were amplified. Sara was begging with her for forgiveness, telling her she didn't mean it like that, and he was alternating between growling at Sara and apologising to Felicity. Diggle was silent still, but he must have noticed a change in her stance or something as he immediately moved towards her, trying to shield her from the two vigilantes. She held her hands up though, backing away from him.

"Leave. Please." She whispered. Not meeting his eyes.

"Felicity-"

"I need to talk to Oliver. Please go." She said, a little more firmly. This time she saw him nod and back away, throwing a lethal look of his own over to Sara and an even more lethal one to Oliver before grabbing his jacket and heading up the stairs.

Felicity kept her focus on the blinking lights of the servers just behind her desk, refusing to look at the remaining two of members of the team.

"Sara, I appreciate everything you've done for the team, but can you please leave while I talk to Oliver. This doesn't concern you." She said again, slightly louder this time so that the two could hear her over their own apologies and accusations.

"I'm so sorr-"

"Not now." She interrupted the other girl. She heard movement behind her and eventually she heard the door at the back of the Foundry, the door to Oliver's secret entryway, opening and closing, letting her know that it was just her and Oliver left.

The silence was crushing her. Or was that the knowledge that Oliver had betrayed her?

Maybe both.

"Felicity-"

"No." She said, still not turning to face him. She heard his footsteps getting closer to where she was frozen, but thankfully they stopped short of entering her personal space. "Can you do two things for me?"

"What?" Oliver asked, his voice nothing more than a whisper, and yet it still seemed to echo through the cavernous basement.

"First, don't- don't touch me." She whispered, tensing as she felt his moving behind her, but he retreated slightly, as if removing himself from temptation.

"And second?"

"Just let me say my piece without interrupting."

The silence stretched between them, and Felicity could almost hear his thoughts whirring through his head.

"Okay," he finally whispered. Felicity gathered enough courage to turn around and face him. She was mildly surprised to see that he had moved himself back into the room. He was no standing vigil underneath the salmon ladder, his weight favouring his left side as his right was still swollen and bruised. She took the opportunity to settle herself down on the desk that she had leant against the previous night when she'd been talking to Roy, getting comfortable. It was going to be a long night. Trying to gather her thoughts, she couldn't seem to order them in a way that made sense, even to her. A bitter laugh escaped her throat.

"You know, this has been a long time coming, but now that its here I just, I don't know what to say. Or, I know what to say, but I don't know how to say it. I mean, where do you start for something like this? The beginning makes sense, I suppose, but God, where even is that? I've let so much go, left so much unsaid, that I just don't know where to start!" She cried, getting more hysterical as she spoke. A hiccupping sob forced her to stop and she screwed her eyes closed and clenched her jaw to try to wrestle some control over herself. When she opened her eyes again she could see that Oliver had moved towards her before he remembered what he'd just promised her. She deliberately didn't look at his face, knowing that if she did, she would never make it through.

"I guess the easiest place to start, well, not easiest in the most normal sense of the word, but still, the easiest place to start would be Russia. So, definitely not easiest. But its all I've got.

"When I saw Isobel coming out of your room, I just, I knew that that was the end. Okay, ends not very accurate either. Nothing about this is easy or accurate or anything like that. There- You- I," she huffed a breath and undid her ponytail, running her hands through it in frustration, "I realize, now, that it was stupid of me to have any expectations of you. It wasn't fair to you to have expectations. You're life had been turned around just as much as anyone else's, if not more so. I don't blame you for returning to Lian Yu, or for not wanting to come back, or any of that.

"But Russia, Oliver? Isobel? I thought even you would be better than that. As selfish as it is, I thought maybe you thought better of me than that? After the way she'd behaved towards me, every time we were together? Her snide remarks about my 'promotion', her attitude towards you. Do you have no self respect? Do you really think that little of yourself?"

"I-" Oliver started, but Felicity shot him a dark look, reminding him to shut up. He clenched his jaw and she could see him grinding his teeth with his eyes closed.

"When we got home. I tried so hard, Oliver, to make sure it didn't affect anything between us. I meant what I said about what happens in Russia stays in Russia. But you, you with your need to fix everything around you. Has it not occurred to you that you mostly just make things worse?" She sighed, frustratedly, grabbing her hair and tugging gently to try to relieve the headache forming. "If you'd just let it alone. But no. You had to go and make that infuriating comment! You couldn't be with someone who care about? Seriously?

"And then the Count came back, and Digg was ill, and your mothers trial, and I couldn't do anything again. I tried to help, all I wanted to do was check if the flu vaccine was how he was distributing his product. I know that it was stupid. I know that you wouldn't have let me go if you'd known, but that was my point. It was like you didn't trust me anymore and I just wanted to show you that you weren't alone, and that Diggle was the only one you could rely on for help. Don't get me wrong, I will be forever grateful to you for saving me. But I blame myself for putting you in that position. And I'm not going to lie, I still carry that guilt around, for making you break your promise to Tommy, and I feel like his blood is on my hands, which is ridiculous, because you're the one that had to kill him, but it was because of me.

"Then when Barry was here and I was finally moving on. I had finally convinced myself that it was okay to move on. You weren't ready, and to be totally honest I'm not entirely sure I could have handled being in a relationship with you, anyway. Because Barry was good, and kind, and perfect for me in every way, except for one; he wasn't you." She ignored the way her cheeks were flaming and her breath hitched.

"But then you had to go and spoil that for me further by acting like a complete ass, before doing a total 180 and inviting him back. Did you know he nearly kissed me before we left? We were at the Applied Sciences warehouse and he nearly kissed me. But he didn't. And do you know why? Because he didn't believe me when I told him I didn't like you like that. And he was right." For the first time since she started her speech she felt a tear slide down her cheek. She dropped her head into her hands and took a moment to compose herself. When she thought she had it under control she sat up again, wiping her cheeks. She discarded her glasses onto the table next to her, finding her inability to focus on his face made it easier to carry on.

"Everything's just snowballed after that. I can't even keep things straight in my head anymore. Its all a blur. You were trying to train Roy, then Merlyn's prototype, Laurel, Nyssa, Sara coming back permanently. I just can't keep up with it anymore. The next thing I know I'm deleting security footage of you and her going at it like rabbits on the training mats. Thank you, by the way, for not corrupting my work space." She added snidely, rolling her eyes.

"Things spiralled from there and I started to doubt my place on the team. To doubt my place here," she motioned around her with a hand, casting her blurry gaze up towards to rafters, "And Tockman attacked my system, and I mean, that is the one thing I have to do down here, because none of you can. Not even Sara can build a proper system, and apparently, neither can I. So I felt like I had to prove myself again. And once again, I messed up. Only this time it wasn't just you I ended up putting in the line of fire with me, it was Sara too. That doesn't mean to say that its okay to put you in the line of fire. It just makes me feel extra guilty that my actions risked hurting her, too.

"And your - your mother's secret about Thea's paternity. God Oliver, it was killing me. I didn't know what to do. She threatened-"

"She what?!" He roared, shaking Felicity out of her trance. She had been so focused on getting everything out in the open that she'd just tuned everything out. She wasn't angry. In fact, she was surprised he'd lasted this long without breaking his word.

"Not- not physically, or anything like that. She just told me that, if I told you, I'd rip your world apart and that you'd hate me. That's mainly why I was so upset when I told you. That's what sparked the memories of my father. And she was right, wasn't she."

"No-"

"Oliver, she was. You may not have realized it, but you've distanced yourself from me!" She cried, jumping off her table and stalking towards him. She hadn't replaced her glasses so everything was still fuzzy, but it didn't stop her. "You pulled away, and there's only one explanation for that."

"Felicity, I-"

"No, its okay, Oliver. It was naïve of me to assume that everything was just going to be fine and dandy between us after I told you something as earth shattering as that. But telling Sara about my father, Oliver? What was that some kind of revenge?"

"Revenge? For what?" He asked, confusion clear in his tone as he stepped towards her.

"For telling you about Merlyn. Was telling Sara that my father abandoned me revenge for that?"

"What? Felicity, no!" He whispered, stepping forward again and reaching out to her, but he stopped just short of touching her. "I don't understand-"

"Then maybe that's worse?" She whispered back, but it sounded more like a question, than a statement.

"Help me understand, please." He begged.

"Oliver, you have five years on a deserted island in your past. I have 25 years of dealing with the fact that my father left me. That he didn't want me." She stopped when her breath hitched again. This time when Oliver reached out, his hand stopped close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin, making her shiver. "My point is, we all have things in our past that we can't- that we don't want to share with other people. My father is mine. Did you not see how hard it was for me to tell you? Could you not see how terrified I was?

"But this isn't just about me, is it? Roy? And Thea? Does your sisters happiness mean anything to you, Oliver? Do you know what happened when he tried to break up with her? She told him no. She told him that she knew he was trying to push her away and she wouldn't let him. So do you know what he had to do to push her far enough? He made her catch him with another girl - and don't you DARE get angry at him for that Oliver because its ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Felicity could feel the anger that she had been repressing for the past hour beginning to burn through her veins. All the hurt, all the sadness, all the agonising pain came rushing back and she snapped.

"You had NO RIGHT, Oliver, NO RIGHT to tell anyone! That was my secret! My story to tell! I told you that in confidence, and you BETRAYED ME!" She did nothing to stifle the sob. But rather than collapsing to her knees and letting go like she wanted to, she closed the remaining distance between them and pushed him with all her might. "Who the HELL do you think you are, Queen?! Do you think, that just because you're some kind of HERO that yours is the only life with SECRETS?! I TRUSTED you! I trusted you…" She trailed off, her voice dropping to a whisper before dying completely.

This time she did collapse to her knees. She didn't feel the pain that she knew should be radiating through her legs at the contact of her kneecaps with the concrete floor. Doubling over, another sob racked her body and she buried her head in her hands, her hair falling over her face, curtaining her from his penetrating gaze.

They stayed like that, Felicity curled on the floor and Oliver a statue above her, for at least half an hour before Felicity's sobs subsided. When they did, Oliver slowly lowered to his knees in front of her, totally disregarding his injured ankle.

"Felicity." It was unfair how broken he sounded, as if he was the one who had just been betrayed.

"Do you know how utterly weak and stupid I felt, Oliver?" She said, her voice almost unrecognisable. Her throat was on fire from her sobbing, her head was pounding, and she knew she must have looked a wreck.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, in that same broken tone.

"Sorry for what, Oliver?" She asked with a hysterical laugh, "Sorry for hurting me? Sorry that I called you on your lies and your bullshit? Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for betraying your trust. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry for not seeing that you were struggling with this. I'm sorry for constantly putting you in danger. For making you feel like you don't belong here. God, for everything."

"That's not enough, Oliver." She whispered, trying to stand on shaky legs. When she wobbled, Oliver automatically took hold of her arms to steady her. She flinched, not realizing it until she saw his face. He was giving her the same wounded look as he had that morning in his office.

Her phone chimed unexpectedly from where she'd left it at her desk and she jumped. For the last few hours the world had narrowed to just her and Oliver. She'd forgotten that life existed outside of the basement. When she didn't immediately reply, her phone began to ring. Pulling herself away from Oliver she picked it up and checked the caller ID. Roy.

"Hey, Harper," she chirped, deliberately trying to keep her tone light.

"Hey. Are you heading home at all tonight?" He asked, seemingly before registering her tone, "Wait, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothings wrong," she tried to reassure him, but knew that it didn't work when he growled.

"Flick. What's wrong?"

"Honestly, Roy, its nothing. I'll be leaving soon, I promise." She hung up before he could reply.

"Was that Roy?" Oliver asked unnecessarily.

"Yeah. Yeah, he was just wanting to know when I'd be home." She said quietly, clearing her throat and collecting her things.

"What are you doing?"

Felicity sighed. She couldn't do this. Not now. Not again.

"I'm going home, Oliver." She told him tiredly, moving toward the exit to the alley. She growled when he stepped into her path. "Move Oliver."

"Felicity, please-"

"Please what?" She cried, "Please go? Please don't go? Please never come back? Please what?"

"I- I don't-"

"I don't know." She spoke over him, shaking her head. "Until you do know, Oliver, just, don't expect me to be here too much." She sighed and moved around him to get to the door. "Make sure you stay off your ankle and ice it." She reminded him before she closed the door behind her.

A/N 2;So there you have it. Now, I know this isn't exactly ripping Oliver a new one.. But this isn't over. I know Felicity isn't one to walk away from a fight, but just with the way I've written it, I think that she'd just be so drained that she couldn't muster up the energy to carry on?

This is the most important chapter for me to get right, so I am begging you to please let me know what you think. Please.

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