AUTHOR'S NOTE: Nothing to say except a lot more Olicity in this chapter and oh that big reveal – Robert Queen reveals himself to his son Oliver.

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THE NEW BRATVA CAPTAIN

CHAPTER 8: The Resurrection

Oliver never took his eyes off from Felicity even as she moved away from him for some privacy while she was talking to Anatoly Kynazev. He noted how frazzled she still looked but was more calm now after the events that happened overnight.

The call finally ended and Felicity turned to look at Oliver from across the glass window since she was in the garden and Oliver remained inside the estate house. After a moment she gave a noticeable heavy exhale before she proceeded to walk inside and toward Oliver.

"Hey, how's your shoulder?" Felicity asked as she approached.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's not the first time I've been shot," Oliver shared.

Felicity was surprised and it showed on her face, "caught the ire of a jealous husband or something like that?"

Oliver gave her a pointed look, "no, nothing like that. I'm not that man anymore Felicity," Oliver finished frowning. "It was a few months after my Dad's accident one of the Bratva families had the idea to take over as the head of Bratva business in Starling City and figured the only way that would happen is to kill off my Mom and me. Thankfully, much of the Bratva has remained loyal to my family because of my Dad and we were given sufficient warning. We survived, but not unscathed."

Oliver was giving Felicity an intense look that had her locked in a trance as he continued, "Bratva is dangerous and dark Felicity. I really wish Anatoly never dragged you into this world but then I wouldn't have met you and gotten to know you the way I have." Oliver lifted his hand to her cheek and Felicity immediately leaned into the touch.

"After tonight, I won't let you out of my sight. I want you safe, no more going to QC in the meantime," Oliver noted Felicity's raised eyebrows and the fact that she started to open her mouth to protest and he did the only thing he could do at the moment, he kissed her, passionately, like a man dying of thirst.

When they finally went up for air he gently ran his fingers across her cheeks before he proceeded more gently, "I won't let anything happen to you, you're…important to me. That's why this time you will follow everything I will say, everything single thing Felicity."

Felicity blindly nodded as Oliver searched her eyes. Satisfied, Oliver pulled her toward the nearest couch, scooping her up so she was seated on his lap.

"You need to be safe and the only way I can be sure that you are safe is by being with you 24/7 if I can. So you can either move into the Queen Mansion," as Felicity started to protest again, he gave her a look and she quickly folded, "or I can move in here until things…normalize, your choice. No going to QC in the meantime, it's not safe for you to be traveling," as Oliver leaned in to give her a lengthy kiss on the temple.

Felicity's hand was on Oliver's chest as she started to push her way out of Oliver's lap but Oliver locked his arms around her waist effectively caging her as she finally inhaled, "I can't just not show up for work at QC, I know people have started talking about me, about us. And me being not there, it's going to create a tidal wave of gossip. So no, I'm going to QC, you can assign as many bodyguards as you want but I'm not going to let anyone hold me hostage by keeping me from living my life."

"Fe..li..ci..ty," Oliver started.

"No. No Oliver granted this is all new to me. This dark world of the Bratva, what happened to Andy, you getting shot, me almost getting shot. But I'm stronger than this," Felicity protested.

"And I fully, fully agree with you. You're the bravest, strongest woman I know. That's why I think I'm falling in love with you." Oliver scoffed at his own admission tightening his arms even more around Felicity, "so please, please Felicity. Just this once, please."

Felicity would have fallen down if she had been standing at Oliver's declaration that he was falling in love with her. Him, Oliver Queen. The man that had his arms around her wasn't the playboy Oliver Queen who would say the most outrageous things just so that he could get into her pants. No, the Oliver Queen who confessed his feelings was a responsible, dependable and sensible man far removed from his old persona and would never say what he said if he didn't believe it.

Here she was still locked in his arms, the arms of the man who had saved her life, taken a bullet for her literally, locked in the arms of a man who had just said he was falling in love with her. Love, such a big and imposing word, a word that gave her the shivers.

She was so inside her own head that Oliver had to call her name out twice before she heard it, "please?"

She pulled on his shirt for leverage so she could reposition herself on top of his lap and face him, "I have a better proposition since you will be living with me, not living with me, but living under the same roof with me, the roof in question by the way being this one, we" gesturing to Oliver and herself, "we, would go to QC together and I will just stay at my office the whole day doing QC things that my boss assigned me. The same one whose office is right across mine separated by a glass wall and surrounded by at least a minimum ten security men if I know you at all. Then at the end of the work day, we go home together. Not that this is your home, although technically it isn't mine too, except it is."

Oliver was looking at her taking in everything she was saying his face blank until she started to get to the part about living together then his brow started to lift that by the time she had gotten to the part about them going home together, he couldn't keep his expression neutral anymore and smiled, "so you want me to move-in here, we go to work together and leave the office at the same time to come back here, home," Oliver summarized challenging her to contradict his understanding.

"In a nutshell that's just about right, although with a lot of the moving in and your home, my home stuff thrown in there, it sounds a bit more like something else, although it's not really that something else…it's about another something else. It makes a lot more sense in my head."

"If you're subtly trying to tell me in your own way that I shouldn't read anything into me moving in and us acting like a very serious couple with intertwined lives then I got the message, loud and clear," Oliver told her relaxing his hold on her.

Felicity let out a nervous laugh, "because us doing couplely things like that, like we are so married. You and me, it's just really unthinkable…."

Oliver frowned as he looked deeply into her eyes, repositioning her on the couch as he sat on the ottoman so he could face her, "why is it unthinkable. Is it really so impossible for someone like you, smart, beautiful, with a genius level IQ to fall for someone like me? Am I so far beneath you?"

Felicity's eyes almost popped out at his statement, "no, no of course not. You're Oliver Queen for God's sake. I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about me. Me and You, you're handsome, you're so well put together, you're the heir to QC, you're the CEO of QC and I'm…..a nerd."

Oliver inhaled again and shook his head before taking both her hands in his, "look at me Felicity and listen to what I'm saying, because I'll keep saying it until you believe it. The woman before me," bring both her hands to his lips to kiss, "is the bravest, strongest, most beautiful, genius of a woman I have ever had the privilege of knowing and I've already told you how I feel about her. I would be the luckiest man in the world to be moving in with her, to share her home. I would be the envy of every man who sees me walking her all the way to her office every morning and going home with her at the end of the day."

Felicity was biting her lower lip, sure that there would be blood at how intensely she was sinking her teeth on it but needed something to do to calm herself as Oliver continued breaking down her non-existent walls.

Oliver moved, this time kneeling on the floor his hands locked with hers, rubbing the base with his thumbs before he pulled her head towards him to lock her forehead against his, "do you believe me now? That this is real, this is all real for me."

Felicity was hypnotized by Oliver's eyes, drowning in the sea of blue but still alert enough to acknowledge his question with a slow nod.

"Yes?" Oliver asked again.

Felicity nodded again, this time with more conviction.

Oliver gave her no more time to do anymore as he crushed his lips to her once more.

John Diggle entered the estate house exhausted. He had taken all night and part of the next day to take care of a lot of details about how Andy would be laid to rest, being there for his sister-in-law Carly and following up on ever lead as to who was responsible for Andy's death.

The death of Andy, losing his brother, he still had to process everything. There were just too many things running through his head most of them was telling him to go after his brother's killer who he knew without a doubt was the Chinese Triad and China White. Sure, China White didn't actually pull the trigger but she gave the order to have Andy Diggle killed and if they would have been successful, Felicity Smoak would have been the next victim.

Carly was inconsolable, she blamed herself for why Andy had suffered his fate. Had it not been for her getting tangled with the Bratva through her former boss, then Andy would not have stepped in to offer his services in exchange for hers.

It had taken both him and Walter Steele, who had appeared by his side to finally get Carly to rest. Against his better judgment, Walter had convinced John to let Carly stay at the Queen Mansion rather than the Smoak Estate, the Bratva Estate so that it would remind her less of Andy.

Walter had also taken charge of cleaning up all loose ends before the cops arrived. Keeping the Bratva outside of the reaches of the police and the laws was absolute.

Walter had finally insisted that John take a few hours to sleep as exhausted as he was both in mind and body he wasn't going to be of much help to anyone.

John found himself worn out and walking inside the house prepared to walk up the stairs and stay in the usual room he used when he bunked in when he heard someone shout is name making him turn around slowly.

So when he found himself suddenly engulfed in a load full of blond hair hugging him so tightly he was unable to stop himself from weeping. It started quietly and slowly then it came to a point that he couldn't control it and ended up embracing Felicity just as tightly in comfort.

Oliver was never a jealous man. He never had reason to be before. He was Oliver Queen, other men where jealous of him. He had the looks, the money, even the girls even if he didn't really want them.

But for the first time ever, Oliver was jealous. Oh he knew he had no reason to be, this was Felicity, his girl, just comforting a friend, a loyal Bratva man, who had just lost his brother. It was purely a soothing gesture.

But despite knowing that, it still had Oliver alternating between empathy and jealousy. Oliver told himself that John Diggle had just lost a brother and that he should be empathizing with the man rather than be covered in unfounded jealousy.

He finally stepped forward to place a hand on the back of Felicity making her jump a bit at the contact before she slowly let go of John.

"I'm sorry," Felicity whispered to him.

John tried to offer her a smile but failed, "it's not your fault" Spotting Oliver a foot away, he automatically appraised the man's torso knowing from Walter than Oliver was shoot just a few hours ago himself.

As is sensing what John was silently questioning, "I'm fine. Felicity fixed me up," again his earlier confusion returned, "you had some help," now Oliver turned to Felicity.

Felicity turned abruptly to John first before answering Oliver, "I know some first aid but yeah I had some of the men help out."

Oliver nodded, taking her statement at face value before he stepped forward, "I'm sorry John, you have my family's deepest sympathy and our support, anything you need."

John nodded, "I know. Walter was on the scene to help out." John turned to Felicity then to Oliver again, "I hope you don't mind, I really need to get some rest for a few hours if I will be of any help to any of you."

"Don't worry about us," Felicity said gabbing his arm, "you just…rest. Oliver has volunteered his services to be my watchdog 24/7."

"Felicity, I may be fully exhausted and not all my faculties may be running at 100% right now but I don't think your boyfriend would really call it a hardship to watching over your body 24/7."

Felicity playfully pushed John toward the stairs after his comment before turning back to see Oliver grinning.

"This is your room. It's right across mine just in case you're wondering. I'm the only one in this wing. John and our occasional visitors are at the opposite wing. I don't really go there," Felicity said remembering that Oliver's Dad was on that wing.

"Let me just," Oliver twisted the knob on the door to open it then grabbed his two suitcases which had arrived a few hours earlier thanks to his Mom.

Felicity leaned on the door of her room still focused on Oliver, her eyes following his progress inside his 'room'.

"I know it's probably not as grand as your room at the Queen Mansion but I hope it'll do," Felicity said louder than usual to make sure he heard her.

And apparently he did as he came barreling out until he was in front of Felicity, his hands pressed on Felicity's door above her.

"My accommodations are better than the Mansion," he leaned in to whisper the rest of his words on her ear, "because it's right across your room and it's only one door away from even better accommodations I can think of."

Felicity whipped her head forward, digesting what Oliver had just said making her gulp.

Oliver leaned back a bit to look at her, "don't worry, I want us to take our time. I told you, you're precious to me," giving her another intense look before he caught her bottom lip between his.

Oliver was an earlier riser. Well, he was recent an early riser, two years recent. Prior to that he would be in bed this noon as was the way the old Oliver operated. He would get home, if he ever did, at 3 in the morning and sleep the rest of the morning away.

Nowadays, Oliver usually woke up at 6, jogged and worked out for about an hour before he prepared for his day.

Today however, he didn't sleep at the Queen Mansion, today he woke up in a different bed at a different house. Everything was still quiet at the Bratva household as Oliver jogged around the grounds. Sure he could see a few of the security already doing their business for the day but everyone ignored him. It was either they were all totally inept in their job or someone had told them that he was staying at the estate therefore no one questioned him. He reminded himself to have a word with John later to find out which was what.

After 45 minutes of jogging he turned around and made his way to the kitchen hoping that Felicity or John were also early risers or at least that someone was already manning the kitchen at this hour.

Drenched in sweat he entered the house and was a little startled to see a man with his back to him near the entryway.

Oliver slowed his steps until he stood still. There was something eerily familiar about the man. As the man slowly turned around Oliver felt like someone slapped him on the face, he even might have stumbled in his shock.

"Dad?"

"Oliver, son." Robert answered greedily eying his son but not daring to move at all.

Oliver recovered from his shock enough to ask, "how? Why? Your dead, you died."

"I did, almost. For all intents and purposes I was dead. I apparently drifted at sea and was rescued. It took me sometime to recover, a very long time. Then when I did, I lost my memories. The doctors said it was from too much trauma and shock. It's quite a story really and I would like to tell you everything son."

"All this years you were alive. Granted you lost your memories, when did you regain it, why did you still chose to leave us all in the dark," Oliver was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. His Father was alive but had kept this fact hidden from all of them. He then realized something else, "you're here, in this Bratva estate. That means some others know you've been alive all this time!" Oliver shouted unable to control his emotions.

Suddenly both of them heard hurried footsteps, "what the hell is all the shouting about….." Felicity ended lamely as she spotted Robert and Oliver Queen face to face.

Oliver turned accusing eyes at Felicity, "you knew! You knew he was alive!"

Felicity felt the brunt of Oliver statement as if it burned her skin unable to utter a word at all.

Robert was about to say something but John interrupted him, "Felicity has nothing to do with this. She was as surprised as you were. It was the Bratva, Anatoly's call, a decision both he and Robert agreed upon. We still do not know the real reason why the Queens Gambit was sabotaged, who wanted your Father and possibly you killed. It was not only for Robert's safety, but more so for his family, you, your sister and your mother. We don't know who to trust and who our enemies are."

"I can't," Oliver scoffed, "I can't be here right now. I can't…" Oliver walked away from all of them prepared to walk out the front door but at the last minute changed direction and went up the stairs with the intention of going to his borrowed room.

"That didn't go well at all," Robert said quietly.

"Give it time Robert, these things take time. It was a shock to him," John told him trying his best to placate him.

Felicity for her part quietly walked back up the stairs fully intending to go to Oliver but was overcome with guilt to even attempt to talk to him so instead she sat down on the floor right beside his door, purposely waiting 'til the time he was ready to talk.