A/N: Wow, I am just blown away by the amount of support I have received for this story. Thank you all so much for reading and letting me know that you were enjoying my writing! This is the final chapter, but definitely not my final Olicity story. In fact, check out my current Olicity project "The Island" if you are missing me!

This chapter is my take on certain scenes in the last episode of Season 2 - what happened, what they were thinking, and what should have happened. I think it's a fitting end to this fic and gives me a fresh start for any Season 3 projects I want to start.

Enjoy!

"Oliver, what are we doing here? The whole city's falling apart." Felicity strode into the Queen mansion, confused and worried.

"I know," he sighed, following her inside. "You need to stay here."

"What?" she blurted out. "Why? You can't just ask me t-"

"I'm not asking." He paused and Felicity noticed something in his eyes that she had never seen before - a touch of softness mingled with regret. "I will come and get you when this is all over." He turned his back to her and started to walk away.

"No," she argued, taking a step after him. No matter what Oliver thought, she wasn't going to stay here while he went out and risked his life.

"Felicity," he warned, not turning around.

"No. Not unless you tell me why." She could hear the vulnerability in her voice, but she didn't care. She took a couple more steps towards him.

"Because I need you to be safe." The admission comes loudly, his voice echoing in the empty space as he turned to face her.

"Well, I don't want to be safe. I wanna be with you. And the others. Unsafe."

"I can't let that happen."

"Oliver," impulsively, Felicity put her hands on his arms, feeling the rough leather under her touch. Looking deep into his eyes, she told him, "You're not making any sense."

"Slade took Laurel because he wants to kill the woman I love."

"I know, so-" she started, feeling the familiar stab of pain at the mention of Oliver's relationship with Laurel.

"So he took the wrong woman."

Felicity physically took a step back and her lips formed an 'o' as realization dawned on her. "Oh."

Oliver shook his head, an earnest, serious expression on his lips. "I love you," he almost whispered. The words sounded even better than she had always imagined them. Then, something pressed into her palms and her heart crashed to the floor. "Do you understand?"

She did - much too well. "Yes," she finally said, her emotions fighting to escape her tight control.

He turned and really did leave this time.

Felicity fought off her tears.

…

"Well, you did it," Felicity told him, forced congratulations colouring her tone. They were alone on the beach of Lian Yu - Diggle had known them well enough to realize they needed a moment. Oliver was grateful for that, but also dreading this conversation.

"I had help." It was a copout and Oliver knew it.

She turned to face him and he was struck again by her beauty, framed against the ocean behind her. "Yeah. It's really smart. The way you outfoxed him."

He nodded, unable to form words to express what he wanted to say to her. It was so much harder when he wanted to say it for real.

"Talk about unthinkable," she forced a smile. He knew her well enough to tell. "You and me, I mean. When you told me you loved me, you had me fooled for a second that," she took a deep breath, "maybe you might have meant it. What you said." Sadness filled her expression. "You really sold it."

He smiled at her, trying to tell her that he had meant it, but instead he just said, "We both did."

"Let's go home." She ended the conversation, but things felt unsettled to Oliver. However, Lian Yu was not the place to deal with it.

He nodded and started off towards the plane.

…

That night, Oliver lay awake, his conversations with Felicity going through his mind and filling him with regret. After everything that he had put her through, that was how he repaid her. It just wasn't right.

Oliver rolled off Felicity's couch and onto his feet. He didn't bother to try and find his shirt in the dark. A clock nearby read 3:07 am. Not ideal timing, but Oliver didn't want to wait any longer.

Padding down the hallway, he knocked softly on the door to Felicity's room. If she had managed to get to sleep, he didn't want to wake her up. However, if their unfinished business was haunting her as well…

"Is everything okay?" the door opened a crack and Felicity peered out, her face completely in shadows. She sounded both sleepy and slightly alarmed.

"Yes. No. Well...can we talk?" Oliver berated himself for his lack of eloquence, but she still opened the door all the way and stepped out into the hallway. Oliver only shifted back a couple inches to accommodate her - he wanted her to have space, but he felt an invisible magnet drawing him towards her.

"It's three in the morning," she pointed out with a tired smile. She was wearing a worn pink bathrobe and her hair was loose and mussed. Oliver thought that she had never been more beautiful to him than in that moment.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Me neither."

"Felicity," her name came out with more intensity than he had intended. "About what I said, I-"

"We talked about this," she interrupted him, forcing a smile like she always did when she was upset. "I understand why you did what you did."

"No you don't," he blurted out. One of his hands came up to rest on the wall beside her head as he leaned towards her. "It was true. All of it."

"What?"

"I meant it." He took a cautious step forward, giving her the chance to move or push him away if she wanted.

"If this is a joke, Oliver, I don't want any part in it." However, he could hear the hope in her words; hope that it wasn't a joke. It gave him the confidence he needed.

"Not this time. Felicity Smoak, I love you." It felt so good to finally tell her the truth, to have her realize that his emotions were real.

"I...I love you too," she whispered, stunned. He was close enough to feel her breath against his lips.

"Good." He leaned in all the way and touched his lips to hers, lightly, allowing both of them to savour the feeling of the new level of intimacy. Even the slight touch took his breath away and left him wanting more. Wanting her.

She stood there, her eyes half-closed and a dreamy smile on her face. "Wow."

Oliver couldn't resist. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to his chest. "Wow," he agreed, then captured her lips with his in a dizzying kiss that expressed his passionate love for her in a way that words never could.

Slade was gone and Felicity loved him. Maybe there were such things as happy endings.

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~Caitlin51