"Roy?" She and Oliver asked unison.

The man in question stood next to the makeshift med-bay table he had been lying on, IV tube were dangling from his arms. His hazel eyes were empty and dark like he wasn't really there with them.

"Roy?" She asked again as she stepped forward, her hand outstretched. Oliver put a hand on her shoulder to stop her process. "Can you hear me?"

Roy's fist clenched and his whole body went rigid as she spoke.

"You're okay, you're safe now," she told him hoping it would break through whatever wall his mind had built to protect himself.

But her words did little and only manged to break whatever semblance of control he had. His whole body shook with anger and he flipped over the table, the noise it made when it landed echoed through the room making her jump. Oliver shoved her behind him when Roy's face contorted in rage.

"Roy! It's us. We're not going to hurt you," she said from behind Oliver's body before he started pacing like a caged animal.

She pulled out her phone, her fingers flew over the screen as she typed out a frantic SOS text to Diggle and Sara. Oliver was absolutely still front of her aside from his head tilting in the direction of his bow. She knew he would do anything to protect her but she didn't want it to come to Roy being hurt. She knew that in his right mind he would never hurt them, but this Roy with his eyes wild was out of control, unpredictable... unreachable. He couldn't be trusted, not in Oliver's mind when her safety was involved.
But she had to believe he was still in there. She wouldn't give up on him.

"Roy, I know you're in there and I know you feel lost and angry." All she could do was keep calling his name in hope that he would hear her. He punched a nearby pillar making the plaster dust dance in the air. She flinched.

"Felicity," Oliver warned as he began to inch closer to his bow.

"No! He's in there Oliver. I've never given up on you so why would I give up on him?" She questioned before turning back to Roy missing the look that passed Oliver's face.

A moment later Roy rushed them and Oliver pushed her away from him and made a grab for his bow, knocking an arrow in lighting speed and pointing it right at Roy's heart. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she righted herself. Her mind whirled as she came to stand at Oliver's back. She would not let another person be hurt because of her. Especially not Roy. She placed her hands on Oliver's back and rose on her tiptoes to peer over his shoulders.

"Roy, you are not alone and you never will be. You have a have a family. Me, Oliver, soon a nephew too, Digg, Sara...Thea." She put emphasis on her name. "We all love you, so you have to fight this! You and I have something in common, we're always the people who get left." She felt Oliver's shoulder tighten under her hands. "Don't be that person Roy. Don't leave us because we need you...because we love you." A tear slipped down her cheek and off her chin to the cold floor below. "You're the brother I never had and never knew I needed...Don't leave me Roy."

His eye's bore into hers and she could see a glimmer of recognition there. Dare she hope? His hands balled into fist and a few more tremors racked his frame, but she could see. The fight in him now. His eyes closed.

"For Thea, for your team, for yourself. You can do this. I believe in you," she finished softly, her voice thick with tears. His eyes opened at her last words and what she saw made her heart soar. It was Roy, their Roy looking back at her. For the first time in what felt like hours she was finally able to take a deep breath and so did he. Oliver was still tense in front of her, bow still drawn. She squeezed his shoulders and he lowered it but kept it in hand, always one to be prepared. Well...not always if her belly was any indication.

She let out a breathy laugh that sounded slightly hysterical and Oliver glanced at her worry creasing his brow. She squeezed his hands and stepped from around him and towards Roy, but his hand tugging on her's stopped her.

"He's still unstable," he cautioned.

She looked towards Roy and he stared back fear still clouding his eyes. She knew what she needed to do. She squeezed Oliver's hand and smiled reassuringly and placed her other on his chest.

"I trust him," she said then turned to and strode slowly over to Roy, approaching with caution, Oliver close behind he. "I trust you," she said while looking into his eyes, then she put her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. For a few moments she just held him, his hands still hanging limp at his sides. If she had to guess why she would say that he was still doubting himself and that he didn't trust his hands enough not to crush her by accident. "It's all going to be okay," she whispered while rubbing a soothing hand over his back. It was then his hands finally came up to hold her loosely and he sighed shakily.

"Thanks Blondie."

"Anytime," she replied. "Wait, not like anytime anytime, cause this is the only time I'm going to talk you down from a Miracuru induced rage. It won't be happening again. Not because I don't care but because I trust that you have this all under control," she babbled.

Oliver smiled and Roy laughed. "Never change Felicity," he said.

"I couldn't even if I wanted too." She smiled.

Oliver put his palm out and Roy shook it. "You did it. You took control of yourself. I underestimated you Roy."

"That happens a lot around here," she said under her breath with a roll of her eyes. Oliver heard her and sent her a look which she answered by sticking out her tongue.

Roy glanced at her with a small smile. "I had something to come back too."

"You're family," Oliver said while touching his shoulder. "There's nothing we won't do for family."

A moment later the tranquil environment was shattered by Digg and Sara clattered down the stairs so far from stealthily that she nearly laughed at how ironic it was. Sara was an Assassin for crying out loud. They both came into the room gun and bowstaff at the ready.

Her brows rose in amusement. "Well if you came to help you're a little late."

Diggle lowered his glock and took stock of the disheveled room. "We have bad luck with foundry's he said as he holstered his gun. Sara eyes Roy warily but started to remove the still attached IV's dangling from his arms.

She clapped her hands a few minutes later and everyone turned to look at her in surprise.

"All of this emotional drama caused me to work up an appetite. Is anyone else hungry? Cause me and little vigilante are starved."

Oliver's face lit up and he strode over to her, took her face in his hands and gave her a breathtaking kiss.

"Have I told you you're remarkable?"

"Once or twice but I don't mind being reminded."

He shook his head and placed a kiss to her cheek. "Roy, you hungry?"

"I don't even remember the last time I ate," he answered.

"So I'm guessing that's a yes. What are you hungry for?" She asked.

"You know what I really want?"

"What?"

"A sit down dinner." He looked at everyone in the room. "With my team." He caught her eye and she could see what he hand;t said. He wanted to spend with with his family and she could never say no to that.

"Can you handle it?" Oliver asked.

Roy flexed his fingers, probably cramped from being balled so long. "Yeah," he replied.

Diggle looked to her with a twinkle in his eye. "I have just the place."

That's how they ended up in the diner Digg had taken her to all those months ago when he had found out she was pregnant, in the booth in the back room, all of them crowded together but happy about it. It was truly a team arrow moment. But she would let Oliver know she was thinking that. She smirked at the thought. He couldn't stop her from calling it that in her head.

She could tell Diggle was happy to be sharing the place with more people he loved. None of them were alone anymore and as she watched Roy steal a fry and Sara smack him on the shoulder in mock outrage she couldn't contain her joy or tamp it down in fear that something back was coming. No. She was learning that happiness was in the small unappreciated moments. That's when she was really living. She was done ruining them with fear and she was going to take every single one of them and hold it close so that when bad times did come she could could cling to them.

Oliver laughed at something Digg said, his head thrown back and she couldn't help but join him ever though she had missed what had been said while lost inside her head. Just seeing Oliver laugh gave her insurmountable joy.

The night went by. No Missions. Only a oddly mixed family of a military man, a assassin, a boy from the glades, a vigilante and his IT girl sharing a calm moment together.

That she could get used too.

It was nearing ten o'clock when they get back to the mansion. Far earlier that they usually got home. The late night's they'd spending in the foundry had started to dwindle in number since Oliver had found out she was pregnant and they had gotten married. It's kind of strange actually especially after learning to live off little to no sleep over the past two years.

They had just entered the front doors of the house, trying to be quiet as not to disturb anyone when a voice called out.

"Felicity dear, there you are," Moira called upon their entrance.

She glanced at Oliver in surprise. Moira was had been nothing but nice to her since they had moved in but it always shocked her a little when she addressed her with anything but hostility.

"Oliver darling, do you mind in I borrow your bride for a little while?"

He looked to her and she nodded her approval. "Sure, don't keep her too long though. She needs her rest." She closed her eyes while he pressed a kiss to her temple, his fingers lightly resting on her belly. He smiled at her as he moved away and she watched and smiled at his retreating back.

She turned to Moira who had been watching their interaction with rapt attention, a gently smile gracing her lips.

"You have no idea how much joy it gives me to see my son so happy. You've changed him Felicity, for the better." She was taken back at Moira's praise.

"I didn't do anything, that was all Oliver's doing," she finally remarked.

"According to Oliver you're never wrong, but this occasion is an exception. You did everything Felicity."

She glanced down at her stomach, her hands pressing to the fabric covered mound.

"Oliver changed my life. So maybe you're right." She glance up at Moira. "We changed each other."

"That you have. I'm only sorry I didn't recognize how important you are to him sooner, then maybe I wouldn't have treated you so horribly."

She knew Moira was trying to right her wrongs and she would be true to her word to give her every chance to do that.

"The past is in the past, what's important is that you know now and you've accepted it. Oliver not the only one that's changed Moira. You made some bad choices and now you are trying to right those wrongs. That goes a long way in my book, and in Oliver's."

Moira wiped a uncharacteristic tear from her eye. "Thank you Felicity, I don't deserve your forgiveness." She took a deep breath. "Enough with the tears now," she said with a smile. "I have something for you, if you'll follow me?" She asked.

She trailed after her into the study she had fashioned into a cozy office.

"Moira-" she started only to be interrupted.

"Would you call me Mom?" Her mouth dropped open in response. "You're a permanent part of our lives Felicity, you're my daughter now and I hope over time that you can come to see me as a mother. I'll never stop trying to earn that right."

Her mouth snapped close. She found it all quite unbelievable. What was Moira's game She took a deep breath and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It took her a few tries to form words.

"Of course," she cleared he throat. "You didn't have to get me anything...Mom." She tried it out and it felt weird on her tongue She decided she would avoid it as often as possible.

Moira beamed as she lifted a large box from her desk and brought it over to the sofa in the corner of the room that was nestled next to the fireplace.

"That's where you're wrong again. I wanted too." She patted the cushion as a gesture for her to come sit and she moved to sit beside her. "I know I should have waited for the baby/wedding shower, in fact if Thea finds out I didn't she'll kill me but I couldn't wait any longer and this gift...well it's better given in private."

She tilted her head as Moira started to lift the lid from the box that was between them. She watched as she pulled out a quilt that looked nothing like anything the Queen's would put on their beds. A piece of fabric caught her eye and her hand shot out to touch it.

"Is that-"

"Your baby clothes? Yes, I hope you don't mind. I called your Mother about a week ago, she was more than willing to send some of your things once she found out what I had planned."

So that's how her Mom found out? Just picturing Moira Queen talking to her Mother, the Vegas waitress who worked tables at Caesars palace made her head spin.

"I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to tell her yourself. I wouldn't have called if I'd known. It's perfectly understandable why you didn't. There's been a lot going on."

She laughed sardonically. "That's the understatement of the year."

Moira chuckled a little before continuing. "Anyway I convinced her to give you some time before she called you."

She lifted the blanket into her ever receding lap. "This is why you talked to her?"

"I wanted to give you something special, something that meant something to the both of you," she said referring to Oliver. Moira stood and spread the blanket across the couch.

Her eyes roved over the mismatched fabric taking in every piece of material, every memory they stood for. She recognized some of her baby clothes, a few dresses she had worn in adolescence, a red square that had her high school graduation year and school mascot on it, a gray piece of soft jersey with the MIT emblem on it she remembered leaving at her Mom's house one Christmas break and had forgotten about and even a part of her red graduation down.

There was equally as much as Oliver's things and every piece her fingers touched Moira explained the story behind, a piece of a sky blue onesie he had worn when he was just a baby, his jersey he had worn when he played t-ball, jean material from when he had first rode his bike, the shirt he had worn to his first baseball game, his high school t-shirt, a piece of his graduation gown, all mixed in with different colored new material, one being red with their names and the day they got married in white letters, she guessed made it unisex, so it could be passed down. Her eyes moved to the last square and she saw something that made her heart stop. A large square of emerald green with the words Queen written in stark white letters that jumped from the fabric. But what really caught her eye was the black bow that was shooting a arrow diagonally through the bottom of first letter of her last name making it a Q. Her eyes went wide and snapped to Moira's in shock. Her gaze was was soft and knowing as she stared back.

"I know Felicity, and I couldn't be more proud," she said as she took her hand in hers.

"Ho- How," she stuttered.

"I knew my beautiful boy wasn't a boy anymore when he came home. He was changed, darker, more closed off. Then he started going off at the worse times and he surrounded himself with people like you and Mr. Diggle who had particular skill sets. It was just a matter of time until the coincidences stopped being coincidences and all the pieces clicked."

Felicity was speechless and she knew her eyes must be the size of an owls as they blinked at her.

"At first I thought you were just another girl he had slept with but it didn't take long to realize that he wouldn't just trust any woman with all his secrets and allow them to be a member of his team. After all he was supposed to still be in love with Laurel." She looked down and hung her head in shame for the words she spoke next. "It wasn't until I threatened you that I realized you were more to him than an employee. You were his partner, in all things and he loved you."

She looked back up at her, her eyes swimming. "I'm a proud woman Felicity and it took me some time for me to come to terms with all of my faults but when I did I knew I needed to change to be worthy of my sons love, to earn his trust and respect. All I ever wanted was for him to do good and be happy. He's accomplished that with you at his side. I can't even imagine how many times you've save his life. So you see Felicity, I'm not just being nice to you to get my son back, I'm doing it because I genuinely care for you, because you love my son and my daughter and because you're a strong woman who do's what needs to be done, I'm eternally grateful for all you've done for my family and I will never be able to thank you enough."

She just stared at her before Moira pulled her into a hug. She hugged the older woman back and just stayed there until little vigilante decided it was party time and Moira pulled back.

"Was that?"

"Yep, he does that a lot, especially when Oliver's talking," she said with a smile.

"Can I?" Moira asked hesitantly and she nodded. "Wow it's been so long," Moira said as she laid her hand against her stomach where the baby was kicking. "That's my grandchild in there," she whispered.

"Sure is, he keeps me up at night, just like his Dad," she laughed before she realized what she had said. "Not like in a sexual way, Oliver doesn't keep me up for that...well sometimes but mostly for his nightly activities, not those activities! For Vigilante activities," she finished with a yell, out of breath. Moira just smiled. "Sorry," she apologized.

"Just so you know, you don't have to name this baby Robert. I loved my husband but he wasn't exactly someone to be looked up too."

She nodded. "Good too know, but Oliver and I haven't talked about names yet. I think he's partially scared something will happen to me or the baby and he's afraid to get too attached."

"In his line of work I wouldn't be surprised. Just give him time Felicity, he'll come around."

"Before or after the baby's born?"

"I don't know, Oliver's a complex man."

"You don't have to tell me. I married him." she said with a sigh that soon turned into a smile. "But I wouldn't have done a thing differently."

"I know you wouldn't." Moira said as she folded the blanket and handed it to her. "You better go off to bed, I'll get in trouble," she said softly.

She waved her hand. "He worries too much."

"That is a husbands job. My advice? Enjoy it. It shows how much he loves you."

"He shows me everyday," she said as she laid the quilt on the coffee table and hugged Moira once more. "Thank you, for everything."

"You're more than welcome dear."

"And Moira..." She gave her a look and she almost grimaced. "Mom... stay away from Slade Wilson, don't go anywhere alone."

Moira squeezed her arms gently. "Okay. If you say so."

"Alright," she nodded and picked up her quilt, splaying her hands across the soft fabric and she teared up a little."This means a lot to me, more than you know. I know Oliver will love it." She sniffed. "Okay," she half chucked half sighed. "I'm going to bed because I'm too emotional."

Moira laughed. "Hormones."

"It's been a long day," she said as she started to leave the room. "Good night oh and don't worry." she lifted up the blanket. "I'll hide this from Thea."

"Thank you, Good night, Felicity" she replied.

She trudged up the stairs on heavy legs and when she reached their room she found Oliver sitting up against the headboard reading something from her tablet. She smiled and leaned against the wall taking the chance to observe him when she didn't think she was paying attention. She knew better than to believe he didn't know she was there. He glanced up a few moments later with a smile.

"You gonna lean against that wall all day or are you going to tell me why you're smiling?" He asked with a smirk. Her eyes roved over his bare chest and her smile stretched wider.

"Multiple things," she said simply holding the blanket tighter to her chest. Oliver laid the tablet on the nightstand and turned back to her, sitting forward in the bed.

"What's that?" He asked gesturing to the the bundle in her arms.

"This is our baby and wedding gift, from your Mom."

"My mom?" He asked a little shocked.

"Yep," she said as she came forward and spread the quilt over the bed. "It's a quilt. Isn't it beautiful? It beats any store bought blanket any day." She climbed into the bed next to him and pointed to the fabric of his high school shirts. "Just tell me you didn't sleep with anyone in that shirt and we'll be good."

He laughed. "I did not."

"Good," she said as she traced her hand over the blanket again.

"Felicity?" He asked softly as to not interrupt her peaceful moment.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"What happened with my Mom?"

She thought for a second. " A lot," she replied and as he traced his hands over the blanket marveling over the pieces of her baby clothing she told him the story behind every article and everything that had happened with his Mother.

That night another weight was lifted from his shoulders and he slept, really slept. For the first time in a long time.