AN: Hello guys! Hope you're all doing great! I can't wait until Wednesday! I want to thank everyone who has left nice comments. I really appreciate them. As for the bad comments I don't. I like constructive criticism not full out rudeness. Remember that this is FANFICTION. It is not perfect and if you don't like it then don't read it. As simple as that. My feelings won't be hurt if you unsubscribe. Writing is hard and when someone puts themselves out there then they should be supported and encouraged, not treated like absolute crap. Sorry for my rant. :) If any one wants to come hang out with me visit my Tumblr Olicity-Beautiful-Dreamer. I'd love to be friends. I promise I'm a nice person, I'm just a little fed up.

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XOXO,

Sara

The afternoon passed by and the sun was starting to set when she and Oliver finally emerged from his-their room. Oliver headed in one direction and she another. She had decided to seek out Thea. She may not what to talk about what was going on but she could be there for her, maybe even distract her with some babbling. She found her sitting at her desk in her room. The door was slightly ajar so she brought her hand up and wrapped her knuckles against the door.

"Thea? Can I come in?" She asked, her head sticking through the crack in the door.

The young woman looked up from the hole she had been staring into her desk, her eyes focused on her and she put the pencil she had been tapping back on the desk.

"Yeah," she replied and turned in her chair.

She pushed the door open and came fully into the room and sat on the ottomen at the end of Thea's bed.

"Did you guys get settled?" Thea questioned.

Blood rushed to her cheeks and she turned quickly to hide it. "Yep," she squeaked.

"Mmmhmm," Thea said her eyes filling with mirth. "Sooo...have you guys been thinking about baby names yet?"

She glanced at her with a grateful expression for letting the topic of well... that drop. "That's right we haven't told you yet."

"So you know?"

"We do," she said while absently rubbing her belly.

"Oh," Thea started jumping in her seat. "You have to tell me!"

"Can't, Oliver would kill me."

"My brother wouldn't hurt you and besides I'm sure you could find a way to ask for forgiveness," she said while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Thea!" She said in mock exasperation and threw a pillow at her making the teen duck and hold her stomach with laughter.

"I'm sorry, it's just that my brother clearly loves you so much and you blush so easily, It's hard not to poke a little fun." She leaned back in her chair. "I may be mad at him right now but I like seeing you both so happy."

She reached her hand out to Thea and she rose from her chair and joined her on the ottoman, sitting Indian style on the cushion.

"Thea...your brother loves you so much. And I know it's hard to see it right now, you feel betrayed and rightly so but Thea you have to try to understand where he's coming from."

Thea turned her head and crossed her arms over her chest. She reached out and took one of her tiny hands in her own.

"Please, Thea, could you just try and listen to what I have to say?" She pleaded.

Thea nodded stiffly and she took and deep breath before continuing on. She sent a prayer up for the right words.

"Sometimes the people we love keep secrets because they believe it's what's best for us and most of the time they're wrong. But sometimes...rarely so. They're right." Tears filled her eyes and she turned away from her for a moment before a squeeze brought her gaze back to Thea brown tear filled eyes. She sniffed and cleared her throat. Trying to push her own past worries behind her.

"I understand, more than you think. There are just some things that you don't want to know, it makes your life easier, leaves you with less insecurities. That's why your Mom and brother lied to you. They didn't want you to have to live with what your father was because he wasn't your father. Robert was, he raised you, he was there to pick you up when you fell, through the ups and down, the first steps, the first words. He loved you Thea. Malcolm was an evil man and he has nothing to do with you. You are nothing like him. So be man at them, they lied to you, I get it. But not for too long, because they need you, especially now."

Thea nodded and wiped a tear from her face. "What happened to you?" She flinched and Thea backtracked. "It's okay you don't have to tell me."

"It's only fair." She took a quivering breath. "When I was little my Dad left, my mom told me he left because he had a very important job to do and that it had been really hard for him to leave. I believed that for years and I was always waiting for him to just reappear in our lives. It wasn't until I was fourteen I learned the truth." She squeezed her eyes shut at the memory.

"Your mom lied to you too?"

"Yes," she spoke softly, her eyes still closed. Every second of that day so long ago crashing over her. "My Mom had a rough day at work and I had another permission slip for her to sign. My class was taking a class trip to the museum and I needed ten dollars. She told me we didn't have the money and I asked why Dad wasn't sending money from his job. She snapped... it wasn't something she did often and she told me he had left us... willingly and that he was never coming back."

She shrugged and looked at the ceiling for a moment. Thea bit her lip and nodded for her to continue.

"I wished...for years after, that she wouldn't have told me. I wanted to believe that I had been wanted but that little voice in the back of my head just kept telling me that I wasn't worth it, that no one would ever want me, especially if my own father hadn't wanted me. It took me a long time to get over those insecurities. I went through the five stages of grief. I denied it at first, then came the insane anger and I rebelled, I got a nose ring and dyed my hair black." She laughed at he memory of looking at herself in the mirror for the first time. Her dark ash blonde hair long gone and a deep raven black in it's place.

"Them came the bargaining...I tortured myself with thoughts. Why wasn't I good enough? Had I done something to make him leave? Was I a mistake? Could I have done something to make him stay? Then the depression came and I didn't even want to build any computers. Finally I accepted it all and I hid my pain under indifference. And eventually it got better, it didn't hurt as much anymore and even after all that I still wished I hadn't found out. So you see Thea, sometimes...what we don't know can't hurt us. And in the long run...it can keep you from doing a lot of stupid things."

Thea opened her mouth and as a flash of Cooper's face flashed across her vision she shook her head.

"That's a story for another time," she said firmly.

Thea nodded, wiping another tear from her cheek. "Thank you, for telling me that. I know it wasn't easy."

"You know how they say parents make mistakes so their children don't have too?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well it's not just parents that you can learn from." She finished with a smile.

"You're going to be a awesome Mom," Thea said a light entering her eyes.

She looked down at her belly and placed her palm on the mound that used to be her flat stomach. "I hope so."

"No hoping about it. I guarantee it." She laughed at the brunettes enthusiastic insistence. "Soooo...does that mean you'll tell me what you're having?"

"Hhmmmm..." She placed a finger against her lips. "I guess I could. But you have to act surprised if he decides to tell you himself."

"I promise," she said and she inched closer to her on the ottoman.

"We're having a boy." Had she thought Thea had squealed before? Wow this was like a dolphin whistle, it pierced her eardrums and before she knew it she had a face full of brown hair and thin arms were wrapping around her and hugging her tight. She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her back.

"That's amazing!" She pulled back, hands still on her shoulders. "Oh I have so many ideas! We're going to get the Queen crib down from the attic, Oliver and I both slept in it, Oh and we'll have to plan a shower and I'll-"

Oliver entered the room then saving her from Thea's barraging questions about what color paint she was going to buy for the babies room and if she and Oliver were going to buy a house or keep living in her apartment. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, right on time," she replied with a smirk. Thea rose and hugged her brother. He stiffened in surprise for only a moment before wrapping his arms around her small frame.

"What's this for?"

"I forgive you," she said.

"Thank you Speedy," he said as he hugged her tighter.

Thea pulled away and stuck her thumb over her shoulder. "It's all her doing, how did you manage to snag someone so wise?"

"I'm still trying to figure it out myself," he said, a smile tugging at his lips.

Thea smiled and looked back at her. "Well I'm off to make plans, you're going to have the best baby shower that this family had ever seen." She floated from the room as only a Queen could do.

"No strippers," she called after her.

"No promises!" Thea threw over her shoulder upon leaving the room.

She laughed and shook her head. Now Oliver had joined her now and she turned to face him. "So? How much of that did you hear?"

He smiled and looked at his hands. "Enough. Thank you," he said before he tugged her into his side and kissed her temple.

"I love Thea, I couldn't stand to see her in pain."

"Even when it meant your own?"

"Guess you heard that too." He looked at her eyes filled with sadness that she had to endure that kind of pain and abandonment.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that and I hope you know... that I will never leave you Felicity, not willingly."

She wrapped her arms around his middle and laid her head on his shoulder. "I know," she whispered.

"And you're worth it. You are and always will be worth it. You're my world, my life." He choked on the words and she reached her hand up to his cheek, the stubble on his face scratching her palm.

"Oliver...its okay." He hugged her tighter and a tear leaked from the corner of her eye. "You know you're going to have to tell you're sister right?" She said referring to the baby's sex.

"Oh I'm looking forward to it," he chuckled. "Thea's always been very dramatic, I can't wait to see what kind of face she's going to pull."

She joined him in his laughter.

"You've done it again."

"What?" she asked, pulling away from him far enough to see his face.

"Turned a heavy moment into a light one," he said with that little shake of his head she loved. She smiled.

He believed that she was his light...but he didn't know how wrong he was.

He was her world, her life, her light.

(((Arrow)))

They were having a quiet dinner when John appeared. Oliver set his napkin down and excused himself from the table. Both of the men whispered for a few moments and Oliver turned his Arrow face towards her. Something was wrong. He strode over to her and leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Roy's missing."

She managed to control her features as not to startle anyone. "Is everything alright?" Thea asked. She sent her and tight smile as she rose from her seat.

"Everything's fine Speedy. Just a problem at the office."

"I hate it when you call me that."

"Why do you think I keep doing it?" he asked rhetorically. "We'll be back later," he assured her before taking her hand and leading her from the room.

"What happened?" She asked John.

"Not sure yet, Roy wasn't answering his phone so I went to his apartment. He wasn't there," he answered. He climbed into the front seat of the Bentley and crunk it up. "I called Sara. She said she'd meet us at the foundry.

"Do we have to assume something bad happened to him?" She asked once she and Oliver were in the back seat. Bad things come in threes. That's what her Mom had always said. She hoped it wasn't true.

"With Slade around, we have to assume the worst. Time-"

"Means lives saved," Oliver interrupted. His gaze moving out the window.
Digg nodded. "That's right," he said while looking in the rear view mirror at them.

"Where do think he is? She asked softly.

"I don't know but I do know where I hope he's not."

Oliver stiffened and she reached across the seat for his hand.

"I know it's your superpower and all but will you please stop blaming yourself?"

"It's my faul-" She covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, not doing the broody, blaming routine today. We don't have time for it. None of this is your fault, if Roy was...taken," it tasted like acid coming out of her mouth to utter than word. She didn't want to imagine what Slade would do to Roy.

"Then all we can do is try to find him as fast as possible. He's not helpless, he pumped up on Miracuru so he has a advantage that your sister didn't have." His eyes still looked haunted but she could see fight seep into them. "Okay, I'm going to move my hand now and if I even hear the words 'my fault' I will bite you." She drew up at her own gaffe.

"I did not mean for it to come out that way." She looked in the mirror at John who's eyebrows had risen to his hair line. "It wasn't a euphemism for something sexual. We're not biters, I mean, ugh!" She let out a sigh and turned back to Oliver. "3...2...1. But the threat still stands. You know I'll do it too." Oliver looked at his hand a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, I think you left a mark."

"Add it to the ever growing collection, just wait until our son gets into Lego's, your feet will never be the same."

"Lego's?"

"I'm guessing you've never stepped on one? If you had you'd know it hurts almost as bad as getting shot." Oliver brow furrowed and he sent her a look. "Hey! I've been shot, it was just a graze but it was a bullet! I even have a scar. Look." she started to roll up her sleeve when Oliver's hand stopped her.

"I know, I couldn't forget something like that, and I'm perfectly aware of your scar." He laughed a little. "I'll take your word on the whole Lego thing." She nodded as they arrived at the foundry. Sara who was working at the bar came to meet them.
"What's going on?" She asked.

"Roy's missing," Oliver called over his shoulder as he led them towards the entrance to the "cave" as she called it. They descended the stairs, Oliver still in front of her like she would be attacked at any moment. She understood why but come on this was the foundry. It was perfectly safe...well that's what she thought before she slammed into Oliver's back. Her glasses smashing into her face and she was pretty sure her lip was bleeding where she had accidentally bitten it. She really needed to get him a sign for his back that read 'frequent stops.'

"Oliver, what the he-" she started irritation coloring her words but she was cut off by a familiar gravelly voice.

"Welcome home," said Slade chuckling under his breath, hand raising a gun in their direction. A chill ran up her spine and she reached for Oliver but he was already there and as gunshots rent the air suddenly they were air born. It took her a second to realize why. He had pulled both of them over the railing of the stairs. How did he even do that? What it even aerodynamically possible? Apparently it was because a second later they had both landed uninjured, well except for that twinge in her ankle. Man, Oliver really had that whole nine lives cat thing going on. But now wasn't the time for those thoughts.

Oliver unceremoniously shoved her in the alcove under the stairs and positions his body in front of hers. Her breathing picked up speed and her chest contracted. Oh no, not now, she thought. Anxiety attacks were nothing new to her, she had been having them since she was a teenager but she hadn't had one in a long time, which was amazing given her current job...well jobs. She might as well call it a lifestyle now. Since she was married to the Arrow and all. She sucked in a breath and tried to control her pounding heart, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Not now, not now. She grasped Oliver arm, her nails digging into the leather of his jacket and tried to ground herself in the moment. She would get through this, they would get through this.

Oliver turned to her. "Felcity." All it took was one word. She knew what he needed to do, but he needed confirmation from her. He needed to no that she would do everything in her power to protect herself, that she would do everything to live. His blue eyes were filled with so much and in that moment she was finally able to take a deep breath.

"Go," she breathed. He hesitated for only a moment before he was gone.

It was like time slowed down. She could hear the sounds of fighting but it was muffled, like it was far away and she was listening from one end of a tunnel. Her heart slowed to a slow pounding and her mind went into hyper-drive, logic set in. As much as she needed to know Oliver was okay, as well as Digg and Sara she needed to get herself somewhere safer. Oliver would fight better if he knew she wasn't in danger. Metal clanged and glass shattered as she took stock of her surroundings. Where could she go? The shaft! It was small and dark but she could fit inside. She took off across the foundry as fast and she could with a hurt ankle and darkness surrounding her. She tugged at the metal grate that covered the old air shaft until it came open before quickly folding her body inside and securing the grate once again.

Torturous thoughts started raging in her head. What if something happened to Oliver? Or Digg or Sara? What if Slade took them and killed them? Her inner musings cut off when she realized it had become very quiet.

Anxiety tightened in her chest again and it took everything inside her to keep from screaming Oliver's name. She couldn't reveal her position. She held her breath, not daring to make a sound. Had they been killed? What should she do? Had Slade finally achieved his revenge? She had to do something. Quiet sobs tore from her throat and she covered her mouth with her palm to stifle them.

Her heart started beating again when a panicked scream echoed against the foundry walls. "Felicity!" She was so relieved she couldn't form the words to answer him. "Felicity!" He called again, and his voice cracked on her name. It was enough to knock her out of her stupor. "Digg do you see her? What if Slade too-" The rest of his words were cut off as she used her good foot to kick the metal grate open and climbed out on her hands and knees.

"Oliver," she gasped out. She was sure he didn't hear her because the words had come out strained because of the anxiety still tightening her throat. "Oliver!" She tried again, achieving some more volume. The lights switched back on and he came running, as soon as he was near falling to his knees and sliding the rest of the way. His hands ran through her hair and his eyes roved her body for any sigh she had been injured.

"Are you hurt?" She shook her head violently.

"Are you?" She asked, her hand raising to lightly touch the cut on his forehead.

"I'm fine," he said sighing in relief.

"Where's Sara?"

"Right here," said the blonde while entering her field of vision holding her hand to her head.

"You need to go to the hospital," she said firmly.

"I've had a lot worse Felicity, I'll be fine."

"I really don't care, you're going." She turned to Oliver for support. "Tell her she needs to go." He only paused for a moment before turning to her.

"You should go, get checked out, it couldn't hurt." Sara groaned and stared at her. She knew she didn't really look intimidating sitting on a floor and making demands, not that she could intimidate an assassin but she could try.

"Fine!" She ground out. "If it'll make Mama Tiger happy." She rolled her eyes.

"Not you too," she whined. Sara smirked.

"Hey, it's catchy." Sara replied as she grabbed her jacket and left the room.

She sobered immediately at the thought of Roy. They had to find him soon. She couldn't live without his matter of fact humor for much longer. He was the brother she had never had and she couldn't bare the thought that something had happened to him.

She reached her arms out to Oliver. "Help the pregnant lady up would you?"

He obliged and as her full weight settled on her sore ankle she visibly winced.

"I thought you said you weren't hurt," Oliver said accusingly.

"I'm not," she said not sounding very convincing even to her own ears.

"Really? Then walk over there." He said while pointing to the med table that Diggle was putting back to rights. Her chin rose and she started in that direction but the day, the stress of the last fifteen minutes and her injured ankle caught up with her and she was stumbled. She knew better than to think he wouldn't catch her and she was right. He lifted her in his arms. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I'm married to you and I have to be or I would never get my way."

"That probably true," Digg snorted from across the room. Oliver sent him a glare which he ignored in favor of sweeping up broken glass and started heading towards the med table.

"All of you are injured way worse than me, a sore ankle is nothing compared to what happened to you guys." She supplied while wrapping one of her arms around his neck. Oliver rolled his eyes and placed her on the metal table.

"One day I hope you'll carry me like that without me being injured or unconscious."

His eyes lifted to hers and he paused in the middle of wrapping her ankle in a ace bandage. "I plan on it," he said simply before returning to his work. A moment later he straightened and placed a kiss on her forehead. That never got old. People really underestimated forehead kisses. She smiled at the thought.

"When this is all over, we can go house hunting and then you can carry me over the threshold like a normal married couple. His eyebrows rose. "What?" She said while shrugging. "So I've thought about it."

He smiled his true, only for her smile which was a great feat considering the circumstanced. "So have I," he whispered so softly she almost missed it. Their eyes locked for a long moment and his blue eyes were laid completely bared for her to see every emotions, want being the front runner. He wanted normal with her and just made a thrill run up her spine, in a good way. They would never get normal and she was fine with that but just that she was the person he wanted it with made her happy.

A clattering made them both startle. "Sorry," Digg said as he turned another table over.

She huffed a little bit but reached her arm towards Oliver. Well...until then," she stated and he picked her up again.

"Where to?" He asked while pulling her closer to his body.

"My chair," she replied and a few moments later he sat her down.

"It doesn't make sense." She shook her head. "Why would he break in? He didn't even know if we would be here."

"He looked surprised when we came down the stairs, he wasn't expecting us," he stated.

"What if...what if he wasn't here to kill us?"

Oliver's lips pressed together and he crossed his arms. "What other reason is there?"

She thought a moment, lips caught between her teeth. "Maybe we had something he wanted."

He pushed away from the table he had been leaning against and turned to Diggle. "We need to do inventory." They both started at opposite ends of the room.

"I'll check the security feeds," she called after them. Five minutes later she knew what had been taken.

"Oliver! He took the-"

"Skeleton key, yeah I know, it's the only think that's missing."

"What possible use could he have for it? Isn't he rich, I doubt he needs to break into a bank vault."

"I have no idea but I have a feeling we're going to find out soon." He ran his hands through his hair. "You know we can't stay here right?"

She sighed. "Where else are we going to go? Besides he could just follow us to our new location. I could beef up security here and it'll be fi-"

"Felicity." He stopped her with a look. "Can you get together enough equipment to work remotely for awhile?"

"Of course.

"I have a secondary location, we can set up base there."

"Color me not so surprised. Why do you have another place?"

"When I first came back, I just...needed a place to get away." She nodded slowly, she understood that. "It was also a place I could work from if the foundry was ever compromised." He gestured to the room with his hand. "Which is exactly what happened tonight, so no we can't stay here."

She started to rise from her chair and hopped on one foot.

"What are you doing?" Oliver said as he rushed forward.

"Getting together my equipment."

"Just tell me what you need and I'll get it."

"Oliver," she groaned. "I'm not an invalid. I can't explain what I need, it would take me all day to try and I sense that this is a time sensitive issue." She leaned against her desk and put her arm out again. "So why don't you just help me hobble around?" He came forward and put his arm around her, his hand pressing into her ribs and lifting slightly. She rolled her eyes but kept silent. If he wanted to half carry her around the room she'd let him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and a small smile tugged at his lips.

He helped her gather the things they would need and put it all in a duffel bag,

"We can come back if we need anything else." She knew by his use of 'we' meant that either he or Oliver would come back.

She turned and look around the room. She had a feeling she wouldn't be seeing it for a while and that made her sad. The place had been her home for nearly two years. She hated that Slade had taken that from her. But if it was this place or her family, well there wasn't a choice to make.

Oliver must have felt the change in her emotions because he squeezed her. She glanced at him and he smiled at her sadly. He knew what she was thinking, this had been his home too. "It's okay," she whispered while squeezing him back.

Diggle grabbed the duffle bag from her and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

"It's not home anymore," she said softly looking at Oliver, his face only illuminated by the emergency lights.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek and lifted her in his arms. "I know just what you mean," he whispered into her ear.

Home was in each other.