Notes: Here be spoilers about all the 3x09 speculation.

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Felicity's steps echoed off the cement walls as she ran down the Foundry's stairs. Her feet landed heavily on each step due to the weight of the bags she carried. "Thank God, you're still here." She dropped all but one plastic bag and crossed the room to Oliver. She pressed the bag to his chest and his hand's reached for it reflexively. Felicity moved to her computers. "You need to be quick. The instructions are in the box. There's a razor in the bag too. That scruff has got to go."

Oliver reached into the bag and pulled out a box of hair dye. He raised his eyebrows. "You're giving me a going away makeover?"

Felicity rose from her chair and lowered the hood of her sweater, revealing a mess of short brown curls. "No, we're getting, going on the run, makeovers."

"Felicity." Oliver's voice was soft as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"You always wanted to know my natural color." Felicity playfully spun where she stood. "Tada." She reached for his hand when she saw his eyes welling with tears. "Oliver, it's just hair. It will grow back and it only takes a few minutes to change the color."

He laughed. "It's not that." He gently tugged on a curl and watched it spring into place. "I like it."

She smiled. "I'm glad. Now it's your turn. I have some stuff to finalize while you're doing your hair." She began to boot up her computers when she realized Oliver hadn't moved. "Your hair isn't going to dye itself."

"Felicity, we aren't going to run away." He said gently.

With her attention completely focused on her system, she responded, "Well, we're not going to catch Sara's killer in the next sixteen hours and you're sure as hell not turning yourself over to the League, which means, we run."

Oliver spun her chair to face him. "You know this isn't possible, right? I can't go on the run. What about everyone else?"

"A .R.G.U.S. is going to protect Dig, Lyla and the baby. Lyla has also agreed to protect Roy. That just leaves, you, Thea and me." She lifted up three Ziploc bags. Each of the bags contained a passport, a driver's license and three credit cards. "I've got the three of us covered. I don't know what we're going to tell Thea, but we need her to cooperate, fast. I think we should go with the truth."

Oliver took one of the bags from her and peered at its contents. "When did you do all this?"

Felicity bit her lip. "Um, about six weeks after you showed up in the back of my car."

"You made us all fake IDs two years ago?" Oliver placed the bag back down on her desk.

"Technically, I bought them two years ago. However, I did create our bank accounts in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands."

"Bank accounts? Do I want to know where the money came from?" He watched as she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "Okay, how much money is in these secret accounts?"

Felicity sighed. "Let's just say we won't need to worry about getting jobs."

"You have money squirreled away in secret bank accounts and let me think I'm broke?" Oliver sounded equal parts amused and annoyed.

Felicity rolled her eyes and moved to turn back to her computers, but he gripped the top of her chair, holding her in place. "Oliver, this money is for an emergency. You being broke, doesn't qualify as an emergency. Joining the League at gun point is an emergency."

Oliver gently pulled Felicity to her feet by her shoulders. "How long do you think we would have before the League found us? What do you think they'll do to you and Thea when they catch us? Your plan isn't safe."

Felicity placed both of her hands on his chest and gripped his shirt. The distance that had sprouted between them after their disastrous date had disappeared once Ra's al Ghul arrived with his ultimatum. "The League might be made up with the best killer's in the world, but they've never had to go up against me. I can make us disappear. They will never find us, I promise."

Oliver closed his eyes and sighed. "I can't ask you and Thea to spend the rest of your lives looking over your shoulders. I won't ask you to live in fear or give up on a normal life."

"But you can sacrifice yourself for us?" Felicity's loud voice rang off every surface.

"Yes." Oliver said with conviction.

"No! No, you don't get to make that choice for me. I've had to live with your crappy decisions for two months and you don't get to make anymore. You're not turning yourself over to the League. Now, go dye your hair." Felicity pushed against his chest in an attempt to set him into motion.

Oliver grabbed her hands and held them tightly against his heart. "I don't want to spend the time we have left fighting."

"Then go do what I ask." Felicity's voice had gentled as she pleaded with him.

"Felicity." Her name was loaded with everything that had remained unsaid between them.

Fire returned to Felicity. "Damn it, Oliver. I'm not losing you. You're going to have to go through me in order to turn yourself over to the League."

Oliver's voice rose in frustration. "I don't have a choice. I'm not letting Ra's hurt anyone I love."

Felicity rested her head against their joined hands. "Then you can't go. You're hurting me, Oliver. If you leave, you're going to break my heart."

"Felicity." She could tell from his tone that he was begging her to stop.

She took his hands and held them against her heart. "I don't know how or when it happened, but you are coursing through my veins. I can't imagine my life without you in it. You're the most important person in my life. I love you and if you think that you're walking out that door without me - well, it's a good thing that you look the way you do, because you're an idiot."

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise before a smile spread across his face. "Say it again."

Felicity blushed. "You're an idiot." Oliver groaned in frustration. Felicity locked eyes with him and with solemnity said, "I love you."

"Again." He whispered.

Felicity smiled. "I love you."

Oliver cupped Felicity's cheeks. "I love you." His lips crashed into hers. When they were both breathless he rested his forehead against hers. "Okay."

"Okay?" Felicity was unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

He pulled away and picked up the bag with the hair dye. "We'll do it your way."