AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry guys, after I concluded my other fic Exposed. I had to take a mini break from writing. Had too much on plate as far as life was concerned, something called a Job got in the way.

Also had to take time to recover from that Arrow S3 Finale, that last scene….as well as those set up scenes for S4…Coast City, Olicity, H.I.V.E., John Diggle mask, Speedy, Damien Darhk….as long as focus of S4 will be on the Original Team Arrow and less on propping up then I'm a happy girl. I'm an Olicity shipper and I make no apologies for it and my stories mirror that and I will ride away into the sunset with them anytime.

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THE NEW BRATVA CAPTAIN

CHAPTER 10: "Just You and I"

Robert Queen pressed the end button on his phone and faced John, "shit is about to hit the fan soon. Anatoly should be here in a day's time. We should prepare for an all out war with the Triad. But we also have to make sure we are protected."

John Diggle nodded, "I've already been in constant communication with Walter Steele. The most logical target outside of Felicity would be the Queen family. After what happened, they've beefed up their defenses."

Robert nodded at this, a little regret showing on his face given the reality that it should be him taking care of his family but instead it was another man, his wife's second husband who was there for his family.

"We have to make sure that my son and Felicity are also protected. Given how far things have escalated in the span of a few hours we may need them to cut their vacation time short, if only to ensure the Triad doesn't sneak up on them. The last thing I would want is for my reveal being the reason for harm to come to those two."

John approached Robert tapping his shoulder before he said, "don't go there. We all knew it was never going to be easy to accept why you had to hide the truth that you survived, but it was necessary."

"It still doesn't take away my compunction at how this all turned out. But you're right there is a lot that needs to be done, that we need to focus on. Anatoly mentioned the need to monitor the movements of the other Triad chiefs, we might be able to find a crack in their ranks to be used against China White. There seems to be some divisions in the armor of the Triad that we can use to our advantage."

"We will need Felicity to lead us with the electronic footprint. We have to call them back as soon as possible. Maybe the short trip has cleared the head of your son enough so we could at least have another set of hands to rely on," John said.

"For the Bratva, and for Felicity, my son will do what needs to be done."

Oliver was sitting on the wooden plank at the end of the private dock of the Queen's lake house, shirt and shoes off, feet dangling loosely.

The fresh air, serene surrounding and Felicity's presence had given him some perspective, maybe not thorough enough to accept the reasons why his father did what he did, but in his heart he was relieved to know that his father was alive. That he got a second chance to be with his father.

They had been in the lake house for a little over three hours now. The security team they had come with had taken their posts after Oliver had showed them the lay of the house.

After those first few minutes, it had just been him and Felicity. He had enjoyed the easy and carefree hours spent with her exploring around. She truly was exactly the cure he needed. For those few hours, it was just Felicity and him.

As they lazed around enjoying the mid-afternoon, Oliver was partially preoccupied with planning how they would be spending their night beginning with a romantic dinner and capped with him showing her how much she meant to him by reverently worshiping her body all night long, if she would allow him to.

Just a few minutes ago, he was on his back, his head resting on Felicity's lap and he had never been more at peace with himself. She had been telling him funny stories about her childhood because apparently Felicity was a Vegas girl who at a very tender age had adventures that pretty much defined why she was so strong and put together and very far removed from the kind of growing up experience he had.

"I was six when I first built a computer set. Not so much built from scratch but I took Old Man Brian's computer apart and re-built it. He was the Old Man who lived across the street from my Mom and I, when my Mom would go to work and I was off school for the day I would hang-out with him 'til it was time to go home. He let me do stuff like that. Everyone was generally good to me growing up, my Mom couldn't always afford a sitter for me, so I pretty much took care of myself," Felicity said a-matter-a-factly as if it was an everyday thing.

"By the time I was twelve, I discovered I had a talent or was it a skill, for counting cards. That's how I earned lunch money and had more than enough to buy me all those computer spare parts so I could build my own computer from scratch. Even at a young age, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be around computers, the web and steadily worked on it. We couldn't afford college on my Mom's salary so I had to work extra hard to make sure I would qualify for a scholarship at MIT. Which I did," Felicity added proudly.

Oliver was playing with her fingers as Felicity was telling him stories about her youth, "I would have loved to have met you when you were six. I bet had you had those pigtails, I would have pulled at them. I was such a brat!" Oliver partially pulled up from his lying down position so he could push her down on her back and he could crawl on top of her, "but I think I like this version of you now. It would have been awkward to be kissing the six year old version of you!" Oliver finished off before he leaned in to capture her lips.

"I don't know, you would have been my very first kiss, you would have been ten at that time," Felicity said after Oliver let go of her lips so he could nip at her neck only for him to end up pausing and raising himself on his elbows to look her in the eyes.

Oliver's thumb was rubbing circles on her cheek before he answered her, his eyes piercing hers, "I would have loved that. Unfortunately, I can't change the past, but I can make you a promise for the future, if you'll let me, that is."

Felicity bit her lip as she gazed up at Oliver, not sure exactly where he was going with his statement, "what kind of promise?" Felicity asked him tentatively.

"The kind that's from right here," Oliver answered her without hesitation, taking her hand and placing it over his heart.

"It must be a big one, are you Oliver Queen prepared for such a commitment?"

"I am," leaning down to kiss her nose for a second.

"What is this promise that comes from the deep, deep down the heart of Oliver Queen then?"

Oliver leaned down and gave each of her eyelids a kiss, then her nose, then both sides of her cheeks before he said, "like I said earlier, I may not be your first kiss but I would very much like to be the last man you would ever kiss because you would definitively be the last woman I would ever," giving her lips a peck, "ever kiss, if you'll let me be that man," Oliver paused for a long time just looking deep into the pools of her blue eyes not even daring to breath as he waited for her reply.

Felicity searched his eyes and what she found was that the man was 100% serious and sincere with his declaration, "wow….I…" Felicity sputtered.

Oliver faltered, his look deflated at Felicity's reaction as he started to pull away from Felicity presumably to lick his wound when Felicity circled her arms around him pushing his head slightly to one side as she angled her own head so she could have a perfect vantage as her lips found his.

Felicity then proceeded to pull her weight so she could have the momentum for her to switch positions with Oliver while her man was distracted.

After what felt like a lifetime of kissing, Felicity pulled back her hands and rested them over Oliver's chest noting the still dark and dilated orbs of Oliver who was still in a haze, "if you kiss like that, how can I even think of kissing anyone else," ending her statement showing her dimples.

"Felicity…."Oliver started as this time he reversed their positions again, "what are you saying?"

"I'm saying," as Felicity leaned up to do the same thing Oliver had done to her earlier, kissing his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks then giving his lips a peck, "I like kissing you, a lot. And….i wouldn't mind kissing just you for the rest of my life."

What followed was the most beautiful smile that made his face light up and his dimples show, "are you? Is this? Are we?" the questions started to tumble on top of one another from Oliver's lips as Felicity leaned in this time to whisper in his ear, "yes," before she licked it eliciting short bursts of breath from Oliver.

And just like that the moment was lost when one of Felicity's security men interrupted them to say she had a very important phone call to take from John Diggle.

After that, everything spiraled out of control. Sure they still got to spend the night at the Queen's Lake House tonight but the promise of how the day started was forever beyond their reach or was it.

Felicity had watched how completely Oliver's demeanor had changed once she had gotten back from that phone conversion with John. Of course he understood why they had to assembly back to head quarters aka the Bratva Estate, even if John had been magnanimous enough and said they could still stay a night, but for them to be extra vigilant. Felicity felt for Oliver because she too felt the same.

She had wanted, no...she had needed this as much as Oliver did. Not only the break away from the frenetic pace her life had taken ever since she had been thrown into the Bratva life, but she also craved the time alone with Oliver if only because things were moving fast with Oliver, sometimes too fast. But at the same time, it felt right as nothing had felt in a very long time.

Seeing Oliver back in his broody mood, Felicity was determined to ensure the purpose of this journey was not lost. She determined that they would have this night before all hell would break loose.

And she had this in mind exactly as she approached Oliver, wrapping her hands around his torso, his back to her front as he looked out the window into the water from the bay window of the Lake House.

"Hey," Felicity said quietly, still trying to gauge how she would break his mood. This was she still discovering all the facets of the man Oliver was.

His response was to further lock her arms around him as he held on to her hands in silence.

She let him brood for a few more minutes, not making any move to alter their current positions. Eventually, she was rewarded when Oliver himself turned around and circled his arms around her as he tucked his face deep into her neck inhaling her scent.

After another deep exhale Oliver finally spoke, "If there was one thing I've always wished for, it was that all this time my father was alive. They never found his body, so I held on to that tiny chance that he could be. But now that I know that he is, it's just….."

Felicity soothed Oliver by rubbing his hair with gentle strokes, never pressuring Oliver, just patiently waiting for him to continue to open up to her, or not, whichever he chose to do at that moment was fine with her.

Oliver suddenly lifted his head and transferred his hands to her cheeks, "I love you."

It was the very first time he had said those words to her. He had skirted around them several times before that telling her he was falling in love with her, that she was his girl and similar statements, but he never said those three important words that held so much meaning directly to her. It wasn't because he was still hesitant, they just hadn't had that moment yet, together, alone, in a romantic setting. Not that this was a romantic setting, it was anything but, at least after that phone call that had them crashing back to reality.

But Oliver knew, he meant ever word with everything in him, his heart, his soul.

Felicity brought her hands to his cheeks. One of the little things she had discovered was that he liked her gently caressing his cheeks.

Felicity stood on the tips of her toes, she was half a foot shorter than him and in one fluid motion wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I never thought it would happen to me, to us, but one thing I've learned the hard way is that life is too short and every minute of me not telling you how I feel is a minute we lost, because I've never been more sure than I am now, standing here before you that I, Felicity Smoak, am in love with you too."

"One day, this broody man came into my life," curling her arms further around his neck as she felt his arms tighten around her waist, "he looked at me like I was some kind of species from another planet," she hid her mirth as Oliver tried to deny her statement. She saw that she was cracking his façade slowly as she continued, "then one day he did a complete one-eighty and said he would be my protector, that he would look after me. I was skeptical at first given our history together but eventually he proved me wrong. He broke down ever defense I had against him. Without even realizing it, amidst all of this, he has become my rock. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Without you I don't know if I could have survived all this, literally."

She leaned in to shower his chin with little kisses not feeling a bit uncomfortable with the beard burn marks she was sure she would be getting as she slid her lips past his to the tip of his nose. There was something about kissing his nose that was so intimate and she loved that feeling that only she could do that.

"Let me be that rock for you too. You don't have to say anything, tell me everything. I just want you to know that whenever you need me, I'm here. I'm here," Felicity finished as she pulled his face down to her lifting herself again this time to capture his lower lip between hers, running her tongue repeatedly over it. At the first touch, her spine tingled with a sensation that was now quickly becoming less foreign to her the more frequent the two of them had touched.

She felt how affected Oliver was too by the way his hands roamed along her back as if trying to discover every crest and rise then one of his hands made the slide to the back of her head to angle it as he moaned taking over from her, pushing his tongue forward to part her lips even more, gaining access inside.

Felicity let her hands slide from the back of his neck to his chest slowly going lower until they reached the edge of his shirt. She boldly slid her hands underneath to trace the muscles she once stared at endlessly while he was recovering from his gunshot wound, shirtless.

A groan that seemed like it came from somewhere deep down escaped Oliver as Felicity's feather touch of his nipples registered.

He pulled back just a bit so that he could raise one hand as the other hand helped Felicity removed his shirt. And just as soon as it was off him, Oliver resumed his discovery of her taste this time peppering kisses across her neck area.

"Do you mind moving this to the bedroom, I don't want your security to get a ringside view of what I plan to do with you," his voice very noticeable lower several octaves as Oliver's darkened and drunkened pupils filled with passion locked with hers.

Felicity's response was to give him more access to her neck and Oliver took it as a sign as he lifted her by her thighs and brought her to the bedroom.

It was definitely not yet the break of dawn but something had stirred Oliver from the deepest slumber he had in years.

He tried to lift himself but a heavy weight was pinning him down. He did a slow inventory of his surroundings again, noting the scent of strawberries in the air. Strawberries, that was Felicity's shampoo. He would automatically recognize that now. Felicity, she was here, with him.

It was only then that he comprehended that his arms where firmly wrapped around his girl, grounding her to him as she peacefully slept with almost her whole body weight on top of him. The next thing he took in was that he was completely naked. After he had tenderly run a finger from Felicity's upper back, pass her backside to her to her thigh until his hand could stretch no more, he concluding that she too was naked underneath the thin blanket covering them.

His running his hand across her naked skin however provided him with a new problem, his cock had awakened and was standing in attention. Just as he was about to do something about it, deciding to wake up his girl in a way he wish he could forever, he heard a sound again.

It was faint, almost undetectable but Oliver was suddenly on alert.

The warning that John Diggle had given them through the phone call was on top of the mind of Oliver.

Was it possible that the Triad had discovered there whereabouts and planned another attempt on the life of Felicity thinking this place was less defensible and the chances of success was higher given the limited number of security they had brought with them.

Oliver slowly disentangled himself from Felicity determined to stealthily check out his suspicions.

He quietly dressed then with one last look at Felicity, he opened the door then slid out. He had the advantage of familiarization of the layout of the house even in complete darkness.

He stepped further into the hallway with every intention to trod down the staircase but stopped just in time before the shadow of two men armed with high powered guns appeared. Oliver was 100% sure that they were not members of the Bratva security.

He quickly made his way back to the room determined to get Felicity ready. If those men had entered the house they only had a window of about a minute or two. Their presence inside the house meant the Bratva security team was down, worst dead.

Felicity stirred at Oliver's first attempt to shake her. Her expression as she woke was one of passionate haze until she noted Oliver putting two fingers on her lips to silence her and the fingers of his other hand signaling for her to keep quiet and get dressed.

As Felicity fully registered this, she went into panic mode immediately freezing up. It took Oliver whispering to her again to get dressed and explaining that there where men inside the house who were armed to finally get her moving.

As Felicity dressed, Oliver moved back to the door, but not before he grabbed a hand gun from inside his overnight bag. A few seconds later, Oliver felt Felicity's presence behind him.

He turned partially back to Felicity to whisper once again, "we might have to make a run for it. You have to stay close to me whatever happens. Those people below aren't fooling around. They are armed with high powered guns and probably have orders to kill."

Felicity although still in shock at what was happening was struggling to absorb Oliver's instructions, giving him a small nod.

"Get you phone and tablet put it in your bag. But turn off your phone. They might be tracking them. When it's safe we can turn them back on. Bring only the essentials. Come on," Oliver told her holding her hand firmly.

At first Felicity thought that Oliver was leading her toward the staircase, then she realized they were going the opposite way. After a few more steps, Oliver let go of her hand to pry open a window. A moment later he stuck out his head to check out something before he turned back to her.

"Do you trust me?" Oliver asked her.

Without a second's hesitation she nodded, "yes."

"Come here," Oliver told her pulling her forward, "I'll guide you through the window, there's a landing here then we need to make our way down through the vertical trellis. When I was younger and less heavy, I used to escape using this. I spent a lot of nights just sitting on the dock 'til dawn, fell asleep there more than a couple of times. I think it can hold our weight."

Felicity had slipped twice. Both times Oliver had been there to catch her. They finally made it outside of the house and Oliver had told her to crouch low since they didn't know the numbers of the enemy.

The sound of screeching tires broke the quiet sounds of the night. Then gunfire erupted around them.

Oliver exhaled a couple of times before he pulled Felicity to him, "listen to me. There is an old path a few meters to the right. It leads to another private dock own by the Millers, neighbors of ours. That's where we'll be heading. It's about 1 kilometer of walk. You think you can manage that?"

"I've never been a fan of the outdoors, but given the other option available which is being shot. I'd go with that option anytime," Felicity answered him trying to lighten up despite the inner turmoil she was experiencing at the moment.

A flurry of movement was suddenly in front of them, men running the direction of the docks. Oliver was thankful for the cover of darkness that shielded their current position as he took a moment to gauge the surroundings again.

"Felicity, we have to go now, they are searching the docks for us. And the gunfire is getting closer by the second. While I think those are our Bratva reinforcements we can't just wait around and guess that they are ours and not more Triad men" with that, Oliver pulled Felicity after him. After a few steps, he pushed her in front of him, shielding her entire body with his while bending his body low so they had the cover of overgrown grass around them.

"No sign of either the Captain or Mr. Queen, Sir," one of the men reported to John Diggle.

John rubbed his face in frustration. Moments earlier, his men had reported that the Triad men had all been dealt with, meaning they were all dead. The timing of John and the two teams with him to reinforce the single team with Felicity and Oliver was near perfect.

If they had arrived maybe twenty minutes earlier, Felicity's security team would still be alive. Instead, they were all executed by the Triad. John's team had arrived after the Triad assassins had already breech the interior of the Lake House.

In the end only the superior numbers of John's team was the reason they had only two casualties on John's reinforcement team.

What disturbed John however was that Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak where nowhere to be found. He had just finished his inspection of the room the two had shared. It was more than obvious that they had departed hastily.

He assumed it was Oliver who was alerted to the breech in time for him to pull both Felicity and himself to safety. But where was safety. Where were they? Again, John rubbed his face in frustration. Maybe Robert would be of help. This was a place that was familiar to him. It was the Queen family Lake House after all.

Although they had allowed his son and the young Captain to stay the night rather than demand that they immediately return back to the Bratva Estate, it was Robert's restlessness at the decision that brought about the suggestion that John proceed to the Lake House immediately and spend what remained of the night there before they all returned together back to the Estate in the morning.

John had not expected to be confronted with the Triad men attempting to take out the young Captain again. No one had known about the destination of Oliver and Felicity. Only Robert, the tail car security with them and he had known about the trip. More than the events of tonight, the thought that the Triad has an inside man within their ranks was unsettling.

John and Robert would have another serious talk after John located Oliver and Felicity and brought them back with him. It seems that they had a traitor among their ranks.

"Wait here," he told Felicity quietly as they crouched low on the neighboring property, "I'll have a look around. Make sure it's safe."

Suddenly afraid of being left alone after the order she had had, she grabbed Oliver's arm preventing him from leaving her.

Oliver turned back immediately, his hands on her shoulders to get her attention, "Felicity. You have to stay here, I won't be long. I just need to make sure it's safe and to check the boat house. I won't leave you here if it wasn't necessary," and as if to reinforce his statement, he lunged for her lips giving her a searing kiss that he ended abruptly since his priority was to ensure that they were safe, that she was safe.

"Stay here," he said one more time with more emphasis.

After that, Oliver disappeared into the night and Felicity was left out into the dark jumping at every little noise that disturbed the night.

It was a few minutes later that Oliver returned so stealthily that she almost released a scream at his touch.

"It's okay. It's just me, look at me Felicity," Oliver told her trying to get her breathing back to normal as he planted little kisses across her face to calm her quicker.

"I don't know if it's safe to travel by car. There are so many variables that I can't calculate on the road. But, I was able to locate the speed boat the Millers kept in the boat house, we can use that. We need to get out of here and at this point the only other avenue we have is via the water."

And just like that Felicity found herself traveling by water, on a 'borrowed' speed boat being manned by Oliver. Thank god Oliver knew how to operate a boat because she would have been pretty useless. Not that she would ever think she would need to know how to operate one anyway. It's not as if in her world or at least her former world in IT she had any use for educating herself in sailing. Nope, the only navigating she needed to master was the web.

It could have been a peaceful and even calming ride, just she and Oliver together, speeding across the river to where, she wasn't even sure. After tonight, there was only one thing she was sure of, she trusted Oliver totally to get them to safety, trusted him to protect her.

With one hand on the wheel of the boat, Oliver stretched out his other arm so that Felicity would come to him. After the tension of tonight, he needed her touch. He needed to be reminded that she was safe. He needed to be grounded for what needed to be done next, because even this was new territory for him.

The Triad had never been this bold before. Something had triggered their sudden total disregard for the art of covert war that was between Triad and the Bratva. In the recent weeks, the Triad had become brazen and emboldened. They were escalating in their attacks. To strike twice in a week against the Captain of the Bratva was unparalleled.

Maybe it was related to the discovery that Robert Queen was alive after all. Did the Triad have access to this snippet of information? But why attack the Bratva Captain? So many questions were going on in his head like it was going to explode.

Felicity placed a hand over his heart as if she sensed that a storm was brewing inside of him and that she had to remind him that he had her, that she trusted him, believed in him, loved him. The effect on him was instantaneous. Her small action spurred him on, with renewed vigor to formulate a plan of action.

While he acknowledged that there was no way John Diggle or his own father would betray them and their location, the fact that the Triad had come for them was playing heavily in Oliver's mind. The gunfire that erupted shortly before he and Felicity had made a run for safety had also told Oliver that reinforcements had come. Maybe the Bratva security with them had been able to send out a distressed call. Although the timing was suspicious since it took hours of travel to get to the Lake House.

Oliver's conclusion was simple, a Bratva team or at least he hoped it was a Bratva reinforcement team led by John Diggle himself most probably, from what little he knew of the man, John was someone who would always be in the forefront of defending his Captain, his loyalty without question. John, or probably his father, the old Bratva Captain himself, had already realized how vulnerable the new Captain was with only a barest of security with her after the conversation with her early in the night that they had decided to provide her with reinforcements.

If and when that was actually a fact, then Oliver felt safe that at least for tonight they were safe. That the squad sent out by the Triad to kill the Bratva Captain had been dealt with. Because Oliver was pretty confident that after what had happened during the past few days, John Diggle would not take any prisoners. Every single one in the Triad squad would be taken out, killed, never able to fight another day. It was a kill or be killed war that was started by the Triad and the Bratva would not back down.

Oliver approached a dock slowly, despite the distance they had traveled by boat, he was still wary of the strength of the Triad who had the resources to strike anywhere. Match the Bratva in every aspect there was possible.

Oliver killed the engine of the boat then let it glide the rest of the way. They were surrounded by darkness. Exactly the way Oliver wanted it. They had reached the Merlyn Lake House. He prayed that no one would make the connection and scout out this place as a potential hiding place, at least for a day. Oliver needed to think. But more than that, he needed to find a resting place for what remained of the night.

Glancing to his right, his gaze softened as he noted Felicity already asleep on the chair beside his.

He knew this place inside out like the back of his hand. He and Tommy had a many summer together here too. Tonight this place would serve its purpose as their safe house.

As a Bratva member, he needed to protect his Captain. But more than that, he had this overwhelming desire to keep the woman that he loved safe.

After anchoring the boat to the dock he turned back to Felicity and whispered her name quietly in an attempt to wake her up without startling her.

After his second attempt she stirred, blinking a few times before she focused on Oliver.

"Oliver," she said shakily remembering everything that happened earlier.

"Hey, we're safe." Oliver responded, holding her to him before he directed her attention to the house that was visible. "This is Merlyn's Lake House, you remember the Merlyn's? I brought you to their house in Starling? It's closed up since no one really uses this unless it's the summer. I know this house inside and out, we will be safe here in the meantime. Come," he pulled her slowly so they could alight from the boat and walk toward the house.

Oliver had made short work of getting them inside the house since he knew where the spare keys and the master switches where all located. So as not to raise suspicion, he elected to keep the lights off except for a few interior lights that were not visible from the outside. While he led the way to a room he normally used when he vacationed here.

As they entered the room, Oliver turned to Felicity, "you need to sleep. We don't know how much sleep we would be getting during the next few days."

"You need to sleep too," Felicity answered him.

Oliver pressed his lips to her temple, "I will, I'll just do a quick perimeter of the house to make sure no one can enter then I'll be back right away, okay?"

At Felicity's brave nod, he gave her another lingering kiss this time on her lips then pulled away to do as he said he would.

"No sign of them, but by the look of the room they occupied they left hurriedly. Let's hope your son was quick enough to get them to safety," John reported.

"If there is one thing my son is, he's resourceful and a quick thinker," Robert Queen answered.

"Now all we have to figure out is where they are."

Robert thought for a few seconds then said, "check the neighboring Lake House. It's owned by the Millers. It's about a kilometer away to the right. If I know my son, his instinct would be to make his way there."

"Will do that," John agreed. "Can you check Felicity's computers? I've been trying to call Felicity's and Oliver's phones but I can't get a hold of either one of them. Maybe you can ping Felicity's tablet."

Robert smirked into the phone, "we only got to that lesson once. I'll try my best to remember how Felicity said it should be done. Modern technology isn't exactly my forte. Will do what I can from this end."

"Any news from Anatoly?" John asked Robert shifting topics. "There is much more that needs to be discussed including an informant within the Bratva.

"So far, he hasn't made contact. But, I'm confident before this new day ends he will."

"I'll have more Bratva reinforcements on ready, I have a feeling this is going to quickly escalate into an all out war with the Triad once Anatoly gets here."

Oliver had only been away from Felicity for about five minutes tops, he wanted to just do a quick sweep around for his own peace of mind and then get back to Felicity was quick as possible.

He found her all curled up, her glasses still on her but displaced by the angle her face touched the sheets. Oliver couldn't help but inhale deeply. Tonight had him definitely uneven. Never had he been so terrified in his life, everything that had led to tonight's events paled in comparison.

He sat down as careful as possible on the other side of the bed reaching out to touch her hand because he couldn't help himself. He needed her to ground him. He knew the reason why he was twice as anxious was because he had someone outside of himself to think about. Her safety was his priority.

"Hey," Felicity whispered the word startling Oliver who was still deep in thought as she pulled at his hand, "rest, you need it too. Everything else can wait until daybreak."

Though his mind protested, he just couldn't say no to Felicity as he toed his shoes off and removed his shirt then wrapped his arms around her to keep her as close to him as possible before he finally closed his eyes.

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