A/N: Be sure to go back and re-read the Disclaimer page of this story as well as all of the previous chapters; I have made some additions to all of them.

Before I go on with the latest chapter, I just wanted to clarify a couple of things that have been mentioned in a few reviews. First off, Oliver is still not aware that Slade is responsible for the Mirakuru. While Slade will be playing a prominent role in this chapter and many more to come, Oliver is not aware of his presence. Another reviewer mentioned how it would be silly and unlikely for Felicity and Sara to ever become friends after Sara and Oliver's betrayal – I agree. It is not realistic for Felicity to be friendly with Sara in any way. So, any of you who were hoping for a budding friendship, I'm sorry but that will not be happening in this story. However, I do think Sara is able to grow into a better person because of Felicity's over all influence. In the second chapter I had Sara being a little jealous of Felicity – do not panic! It is NOT a spiteful jealousy…more of an "I wish I were more like Felicity" type of jealousy. She envies Felicity's genuine and pure nature in spite of everything she has been through recently. So many writers make Felicity jealous of Sara/Laurel and I hate that because Felicity is worth so much more than either of them. As for making Moira the one to push Felicity out of the window in the first chapter and not Isabel (either one of them is capable of it)…the decision was made when I thought about the fact that Moira is not the type of person to forgive easily. In her mind Felicity betrayed her and ruined her so called "picture perfect family" and she would definitely be the kind of woman to get back at her for that. Plus, I thought it would be the most effective if it were Moira. Although, Isabel is just as evil as you will all soon find out…Please, read & review! Thank you.

Chapter Four: Hour of Resignation

"All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same."

-Merlyn Monroe

League of Shadows HQ…

A few months ago the threat that Moira had made to one Malcolm Merlyn about the fact that if he so much as tries to tell Thea the truth about being her father, or if he tries to take her away from Moira, he would face the wrath of his own past…with the League of Shadows.

Rhas Al Ghul had originally let Malcolm return to Starling City under the impression that Malcolm would do everything he could to destroy the corrupt city, starting with the Glades. Malcolm had only half succeeded. As such, when Rhas received word of Malcolm's failure, he had not been pleased. They already had one League member who had forsaken her vows and run off; they did not need to worry about another – especially with the very real possibility that the Canary or the Archer could very easily reveal the League's secrets to their enemies.

When Nyssa had returned a few weeks earlier with news that she had officially granted the Canary freedom from the League in his name, Rhas had been furious and had very nearly had her killed for her insolence. However, that was a problem for a later date. The problem that was vexing the leader of the League the most was Malcolm Merlyn. When Moira Queen had first called him with the surprising news of Malcolm still being alive, Rhas had been rather happy. Four you see, Rhas had spent the better part of nine years looking for his child and had found her in Starling City. The downside to his discovery was that she was very well guarded and it would not be easy bringing her back into the fold of the League of Shadows. That was where Malcolm Merlyn came into play – he didn't care if the Archer took Thea, his daughter, from Moira – so long as Malcolm did what Rhas would ask of him.

So, here they were with a broken and beaten Malcolm Merlyn at Rhas' feet – he'd been dragged back to the League by Nyssa and Bane – pleading that he would do anything to be released from his vows shackling him to the League.

"I will make a deal with you," said Rhas, his voice long ago distorted by fire and smoke, sounded raspy and week. "If you fulfill your last mission for the League of Shadows, then I will grant you your freedom."

"What would you have me do, Teacher?" Malcolm could barely talk through the swollen lip, courtesy of a well-placed punch from Bane.

"Finish the job you started. Starling City is still nothing more than cesspool of disloyalty, corrupt beaurocrats, and dirty politicians. Cleanse the world of such a place. Destroy the entirety of Starling City and I will grant you your freedom." Rhas would have smirked if he could, but the scarring on his face prevented it of him.

"How long do I have?" asked Merlyn.

"I will give you six months. Do not disappoint me." With those parting words, Malcolm was dragged off and thrown out into the cold night air.

Starling City…

Moira sat high in her study on the fifth floor of the Queen Manor, her face smug and satisfied; Felicity Smoak would no longer be a problem for her or her family. It had been easy to pay off one of the more naïve and unintelligent security guards their family hired, in order to have any and all proof of her murderous crime. When the guard had finished with the 'crime scene' she had ordered him – Jackson was his name? – to go and get rid of the body. When he'd come back to inform her that he couldn't find a body she hadn't been too worried. According to where Ms. Smoak had surely landed on the cement ground 36 floors below the CEO Offices, was the Queen Consolidated pond – a six feet deep coy fish occupied water attraction – that surrounded the entire Queen Consolidated building. If, like Moira was certain of, Felicity had landed in the pond, its natural current would have dragged her towards the overly large drains in the back side of the building which lead right to the sewers.

No body, no crime.

After she had paid the guard – enough money for the man to retire very early – she had immediately called their personal window repair man the next morning, which was thankfully a Saturday so no one had come in for work except the janitorial staff, and had given him the story that one of the janitors was trying to change the blinds behind Ms. Smoak desk and the heavy metal rodding slipped and smashed the window open.

At that very moment the entire area where Felicity Smoak had died will have been completely whipped clean or blood and prints. Moira need not worry about security footage due to the fact that Oliver had insisted that the CEO floor of Queen Consolidated be security camera free – he claimed for the purpose of keeping any company secrets they may have just that, secrets – and Moira had gone along with it.

Yes, there was nothing in that moment that could threaten Moira's world.

The faint sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house brought Moira out of her own mind and back to reality. Well, she had spent the last few hours of that morning day dreaming and now it was time to face the rest of the world, but she wasn't worried. Now there was nothing standing in her way; nothing to threaten her campaign and nothing to take her son away.

Just as she made her way down the final flight of stairs, Moira spotted Raisa speaking with none other than Isabel Rochev.

"Ms. Rochev, what can I do for you this morning? Raisa that will be all. Perhaps put some tea on for Ms. Rochev. We'll take it in the sitting room." Moira spoke all of this with a forced air of pleasantness. She hated Isabel Rochev, not just because she had tried to take their family's company – and thankfully failed – but she had also once been one of her late husband, Robert's mistresses; his favorite mistress in fact. Isabel had been obsessed with Robert Queen and now seemed to have it in her head that Queen Consolidated was rightfully hers.

Isabel spoke before Raisa could leave to see to Moira's demands, "That won't be necessary. I won't be staying long. I simply came to speak with you about something that I know will interest you, as well as your campaign, a great deal."

"Very well," replied Moira before she waved off Raisa. Once they were completely alone and still in the entryway of Queen Manor, both women standing very stiffly as they stared each other down. "Well, Ms. Rochev, what exactly is it that you wish to share with me."

"This…" Isabel pulled a thin tablet from her large handbag and pressed a few points on the touch-screen before handing it to Moira. "I think you'll find it very…interesting."

Moira looked down upon the tablet only to come face to face with her worst fears. Before her was a clear and very sound video of her conversation with Felicity Smoak the night before, as well as her act of murder in pushing Ms. Smoak from the window. She was drawn back to the presence of Isabel Rochev when the other woman started speaking once more.

"Did you honestly think that I would allow your son to keep the CEO Floor of Queen Consolidated free from security cameras? No, I had my own put in with no one the wiser. Although, imagine my disappointment when I soon realized that Oliver had no secrets to share. You, on the other hand, are full of them." Isabel's voice was sickeningly sweet to Moira's ears.

Little did either woman know that Oliver, Digg, and Felicity had known about the security cameras Isabel had thought she'd been so secretive about and had opted to speaking in code whenever in the Queen Consolidated building.

"What is this exactly, Ms. Rochev? Are you going to blackmail me?" Moira tried to keep her voice even, tried to stay in control, but it was heard when it was so obvious that Isabel Rochev was holding all the cards.

"No, not blackmail. If it were blackmail, then I'd be making demands of you and your entire family, and to be honest…I don't yet know what I want from you. Let's call this…leverage. If you or your children step one foot out of line to discredit Queen Consolidated's reputation…then the entire world with know your secrets, Mrs. Queen. Including the one about Malcolm Merlyn being Thea's true birth father." Isabel gave Moira one more smirk and said, "That will be all, Mrs. Queen," before showing herself out of the house.

Moira Queen stood frozen in the front room of her home, unaware of the smaller figure that was lurking in the shadows near the staircase; where a certain someone had witnessed the entire conversation and its topic between Moira and Isabel.

Slade Wilson's Secret HQ…

A mystery that is what Felicity Smoak was. In all of his research of the beautiful blond that had captured Oliver Queen's heart – even if the younger man refused to acknowledge that particular fact –Slade had found next to nothing out of the ordinary. On paper, Felicity Smoak was picture perfect, and that therein lay the problem. No one was perfect, and Slade intended to find any and all secrets that Felicity was hiding. He had no intentions of hurting the girl, in fact his ultimate plan was to free her from the lies that helped build up Oliver Queen into the so called hero that he claimed to be. Slade made every effort, every phone call he could to get in touch with any and all contacts he had across the world – from common criminals to high up politicians – in order to find out just who Felicity Smoak really was.

League of Shadows HQ…

Rhas Al Ghul lay motionless in his old bed in his room. His life was leaving him, he could feel it wavering in his heart and soul, and he welcomed the reprieve from the pain that had gripped him ever since his wife and child had been taken from him. Death was a release from his tortured life.

Nyssa was at his right side, simpering and crying – it sickened him – as if she had any true connection to him. perhaps in her foolish mine se did, but she was not his wife nor was she the child he had lost so long ago, but she was as close to a family as he would get at this point and time in his diminishing life.

He waved Bane over to his side, the younger man knelt by his bedside and gripped is hand. "Bring her back. Bring her home. That is my only request. Bring her home."

"I swear it to you, Teacher." And with Bane's words, Rhas Al Ghul left this world.

Bane was now the leader of the League of Shadows, and Nyssa was as bitter as ever. They both knew whom Rhas had been speaking of. The child.

Felicity Smoak's Apartment…

It took Felicity a few hours on Saturday after she had awoken to find herself changed, and after remembering the events of the previous night, to truly come to terms with her new self as it were. So, she started the day with the grueling task of cleaning her destroyed apartment. Tossing away anything that was beyond repair and of no more use or value to her anymore. Once she had put her apartment back to sorts, she took it upon herself to take her new feline roommate – to which she had discovered was female and had named her Isis – to the vet to have her wound looked at. Once she had scrounged up an un-spray-painted pair of sweat pants and t-shirt – clothing shopping was going to have to be next on her to-do list considering she had pretty much destroyed her wardrobe – she gathered the little black cat into her arms and made her way to the parking garage below her apartment only to realize that her car was most likely destroyed by Moira in order to hide any evidence of her so called 'death'. She merely assumed that Moira had covered up her death because she hadn't seen anything about it on the news.

She had made it halfway down the stairs in her apartment building when all of this hit her at once. Felicity was about to pull her phone out of her purse, which she had on her shoulder when Moira pushed her out that window, only to realize that the impact of the fall would have destroyed anything in her purse that was breakable. She chanced a quick glance and noticed that she had been right.

"Hmm," she thought as she looked to the injured cat in her arms. "Just give me one hour and then we'll take care of you. Ok, sweetie?" She asked the cat, who gave her a resigned meow as her only answer. Racing back up to her apartment, Felicity let herself back in and found a pen and paper and got to work on a list of all the things she needed to do. When she went to take her pen and paper to her spray-painted couch she caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall above the small fireplace in the living room part of her apartment – it was the only thing on her wall that had not been smashed – she noticed that her hair was still two-toned due to her natural hair color trying to peek out from the blond hair dye. That was the first thing to go on her list, followed by…

Hair dye (her natural color)

Wall Paint (red, purple, and grey)

Clothes shopping

ID tag for Isis, Cat bed, cat toys, etc.

Cat Food

Human food

Thoughts about re-painting her apartment gave her ideas as to how she'd be able to re-do the rest of the place. She whipped out her kindle from the coffee table drawer and opened to a few furniture online sites. It took her about twenty minutes to order a new couch, a new carpet for the living room, a new coffee table and a couple very cute side table for the rest of her apartment. The rest of the furniture she could just paint over.

With her online shopping and her list done, Felicity left her apartment after exactly an hour and made her way to the local pet shop where she could get Isis wound checked out. According to the man behind the counter, the wound was minor – a cut from another cat's claw – and he gave her a special ointment and some more bandages.

"Just put a drop of the ointment on her wound and re-wrap it once a day for the next week or so and it should be good as new." The man said, and he had also been kind enough to give Isis a bath the store's back room while Felicity wandered around the store and put as many things as she thought she would need, including cat food, in her purchases basket while she waited for Isis to be cleaned. She was also able to get a little tag with her number and Isis' name put on it. Without a single thought, Felicity took the tag and hooked it onto the bracelet with the starburst pendent and proceeded to put the bracelet on Isis when she got her back. The cat had been playing and batting at the bracelet the whole time Felicity had been holding her so it had seemed like a good idea to just make it the cat's new caller.

It took her six hours to do the rest of her shopping, but it had been worth it, and when she got back home she had realized that it was a good thing the Mirakuru – however small the dosage had been – in her system now otherwise she would have never been able to carry all the bags of her new stuff up the six flights of stairs to her apartment.

The thought about the Mirakuru in her system did give Felicity an interesting thought. She had seen Roy and how strong he was now that his blood had been infected with the Mirakuru, but she wanted to see if the dosage size mattered to how much strength one would get from the Mirakuru. Exactly how strong was she? As soon as she was done putting away her food and new clothes, and had pilled all of her other stuff – like the wall paint – in a small corner and out of the way until she would get to them. Felicity went to her hall closet and pulled out a metal bat that she usually kept in case of intruders and tried to bend it. She was partially successful. Her hands had left dents in the metal and she had bent it about halfway before she couldn't do it anymore. So, she was strong…but not as strong as Roy, but probably stronger then Digg and Oliver. Good to know.

By the time she had eaten diner it was 7pm and she had decided to get started on her make-over apartment addition, and put another pair of ruined clothes on before she set to work and reinventing her home just as much as she was reinventing herself. Her living room was a bold grey with blood red stenciling on it. The bedroom had two gray walls with purple stenciling, while the other two walls were simple a dark purple with grey stenciling on them. She painted her kitchen and bathroom blue with gray cabinets. It was still her colorful self…but darker…more sensual.

The entire time she painted she thought. Thought about what Oliver and Sara had done to her, what Moira had done to her. That last thought made her pause and wonder why no one had – despite the fact that Moira had probably covered up her murder – seen her death on Isabel Rochev's security cameras…unless. Felicity knew how much Isabel thrived on control and the idea that perhaps Isabel would use her murder as leverage or blackmail against Moira made complete sense. Along with those thought were the ones on what she had done the previous night with the thieves. She remembered how – in spite of her fear of heights – she had jumped out of her own window and the realization that she had gotten a thrill out of it made Felicity laugh.

"Of course, the only thing to finally get me over my fear of heights was to inject me with feline-laced-Mirakuru into my blood." Shaking her head she continued to think about how her life was seriously going to change after everything that had happened to her. Considering she wouldn't be working at Queen Consolidated for much longer – especially since she was dead to the world, well…sort of – and the thought of getting a regular old job just made her cringe. There was no way she'd be able to do the 9-to-5 work life after all this. Remembering how it felt to take out those robbers and steeling their loot made Felicity think about just what she could do with her life. Vigilante? Cat burglar? Why not? Oliver and Sara were vigilantes and Digg and Roy helped said Vigilantes now that she no longer did…so why couldn't she do something with herself. Reinvent the entire idea of vigilantism.

It was 2 in the morning when Felicity had finished with her apartment-makeover and with a smile she donned the leather outfit and, not for the first time, jumped out her window with a little kiss and wave goodbye to Isis and a promise she'd be home later. There were some things she needed to do.

Sunday went by in a blur. Her night-escapade the night before had brought her face to face with the new her. She had stumbled upon a fairly interesting adult lovers store and had found a very fancy whip that she'd sneaked out past the owners of the store. A quick break in to Malcolm Merlyn's old house – which had been closed off by the city – had helped her find some things for her new vigilante ego as well as for her apartment. One of the them being the famous original painting of "A Starry Starry Night" – she had place it over her bed – as well as a few other very expensive pieces of art that she had used to redecorate her apartment. She had found a pair of very cool hand knives called katana swords, and had taken it upon herself to confiscate the vintage Dark Knight Motorcycle that she'd found in the very large garage as well as a 1964 blue convertible Camaro. After all, she needed a new car. Felicity had also made a trip to the local hair salon in the middle of the night – using the new lock picking gear she'd taken from the evidence room at the police station (oops!) – and found herself a blond wig that was very close to what her hair had been like when she'd dyed it. Now, it was her natural color, but she figured that since she was going to be running around at night with her naturally dark waves, then during the day – when she wasn't sleeping – she'd wear the blond wig to further establish and protect her alter ego…Catwoman.

Now, she knew that she still technically had another week before she officially stopped working for Queen Consolidated, but really why bother – even if she had put in her two weeks' notice – it wasn't like she had anything tying her down there. Not anymore.

Thus began her plans for Monday…

Queen Consolidated…

Oliver was very worried. Felicity was never late to work. Never! It was already almost noon and he had yet to see her. Not to mention every time he mentioned it to his mother or Isabel they always got this really weird worried look in their eyes. So, here he was in a meeting with his mother, and Isabel – Digg was standing off to the side in his usual corner being ever watchful –about a merger with Wayne Enterprises' Tech. Division. Wayne Enterprises was a very well-known and respected multi-billionaire dollar company and if Queen Consolidated were to be associated with them it would be very good for rebuilding their tattered reputation. Mr. Wayne, the owner of Wayne Enterprises, however was not as enthusiastic about such a merger between their two companies and had asked them for a probationary period – four months to convince him that the merger was a good thing or else he and his company would walk – and here they were discussing the fine print of the probationary period and with it the possibility of a merger.

Oliver sat at his usual place at the head of the expensive glass table in the board room, with Isabel at the opposite head of the table, his mother siting directly to his right while Mr. Wayne sat at his left next to Mr. Lucius Fox – the acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises – while Digg stood directly behind Oliver in his little shadowy corner. They were looking over proposals, deals, and every single word of the contracts before Wayne could even contemplate to being satisfied. For all the rumors and claims of Mr. Wayne being nothing more than an airhead-billionaire-playboy he was very intelligent and wasn't falling for Moira's sweet smiles and politeness or Isabel's conniving flirtations. In fact he seemed interested in only what Oliver had to say which wasn't much.

It was his mother's shocked gasp that drew him from his conversation with Mr. Wayne. As he looked over to see if she was all right – not that he cared, they were not exactly on speaking terms lately considering all the lies she'd told him – only to notice that she looked as if she had seen a ghost. Isabel seemed to think the same and followed his mother's gaze to see none other than the blond IT girl-Friday that had been occupying his thoughts for the last…well, few weeks actually. He couldn't seem to get her off his mind no matter what. Isabel mirrored his mother's look of horror as they all gazed at one Felicity Smoak.

Mr. Wayne and Mr. Fox noticed her just as the others had, and how could they not considering what she was wearing. The cold tiger face embossed black leather skirt only reached her fingertips at her side, the white long-sleeved sweater shirt she wore left a good two to three inches of her midriff bare, and the five inch gold shoes she wore all made up for a tasteful but overly seductive air that Isabel could never accomplish even on her best day. With a quick glance over to Felicity's now empty desk – wait, why was it empty? – Oliver noticed the light lavender purple long coat lying against her desk chair. Without her usually curls, Felicity's blond hair was jet straight and hung lower against her back then it usually did. Another oddity was that she wasn't wearing her traditional black rimmed glasses. All in all, Felicity Smoak moved and dressed like a seductive feline that had Oliver's mouth watering and his muscles aching to touch her, any part of her.

He chanced a glance behind him at Digg whose eyebrows had shot into his almost nonexistent hairline. While he wasn't ogling her like Oliver had been doing, he sure could tell that – like Oliver – there was something very different with Felicity today. Oliver was about to speak when Mr. Wayne beat him to it, which made him glance at the slightly older man only to realize that he too was giving Felicity and appreciative once over. Oliver clenched his hands.

"And who might this lovely creature be?" Bruce Wayne was a man of the world and had seen many a beautiful woman, but this seductress that stood not five feet from him took the top.

"Felicity Smoak," said Felicity as she sauntered the few remaining steps to a now standing Bruce Wayne. "And you must be Mr. Wayne. A pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm a great admirer of your companies Tech. Division. It's such a pity that other companies don't put as much appreciation into technology these days." Felicity held out her hand and Bruce took it into his. Both surprised by the very strong electrical current that went through them.

"Indeed it is," replied Bruce, his voice deeper and rougher then it had been, almost as rough as his Batman voice.

"Ms. Smoak, it has been too long since our last meeting. You haven't forgotten me have you," said Mr. Fox as he too got to his feet and gave Felicity a warm smile.

"Of course not Mr. Fox. How could I forget the man who has spent the last four years trying to convince me to come and work for Wayne Enterprises." Felicity gave Fox an innocent kiss on the cheek before she turned her gaze back to Bruce Wayne.

Oliver could not take the tension anymore. He jumped up from his seat and practically pulled Felicity out of the board room, Digg following a few feet behind. "If you will just excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. I just need to check something with my Executive Assistant."

"That's Felicity Smoak?" Bruce muttered to Fox.

"I did tell you she was an amazing creature, extremely intelligent, too." replied Fox.

"Yeah, but the way you described her you made her seem like a forty year old comic book reading geek, not…well, that." Was Bruce Wayne's astonished final words.

Oliver heard it all before he and Felicity made it completely out of the room and into his office across the hall. Once there he took a step back and tried with all of his might not to look her over again. God, but she was intoxicating.

"Sorry for being late, Mr. Queen but I had some…personal issues to sort through before coming in today. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee perhaps?" Felicity spoke huskily and it made Oliver shiver with lust.

"Felicity, I know things have been tense for us but I…I am trying here and I would…where were you this morning?" He couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence.

"Well, I was thinking and since I technically quit I figured why bother coming in today, but then I thought I'd go out with a bang as it were. Oh, speaking of which. I don't think it's prudent to do the whole two weeks' notice thing. Wasn't really working out and since I have absolute no reason to stay here anymore I figure…" She left the sentence unfinished, but Oliver knew exactly what she was hinting at – today would be her last day.

"Felicity, please…I need you here…I…"

"The thing is Oliver, I don't think you need anyone."

"But I do. You're my friend…"

"I doubt you even know what that word means, Oliver." Felicity's words made Oliver flinch. She made her way over to the expensive coffee machine and pored him a glass before she gently put it on his desk in front of where he stood. "Consider this my last act as you Executive Assistant, as well as your partner in crime." With that Felicity walked out to her desk and yanked up her jacket, putting her arms through it and buttoning it shut. It was tight enough to put extra emphasis on her hips and bosom.

"Felicity, please just give me another chance to prove to you that we can do this. I can be better. Please, don't throw this away?"

"How could I throw us away, Oliver when you already have."

"Why…"

"You already asked me that, Oliver and you already know the answer," Felicity said as she went through the very long list of just why she was leaving him and his precious crusade. You do nothing but use me, made me think we could have more than just friendship, slept with my friend Sara, not to mention the Isabel incident in Russia, and of course there are the things you don't know like your mother pushing me out a 36 story window, Isabel most likely covering it all up, being infected with feline-laced-Mirakuru, etc., etc. "I'm done, Oliver. I no longer believe in you." With those parting words – which left Oliver feeling like he'd been sucker punched in the gut – Felicity strutted off and out of his world.

"Lovers quarrel?" came a deep sarcastic voice. Oliver looked up to see Bruce Wayne staring at him with one eyebrow raised and a cocky head tilt. "Well, I finished the meeting with Rochev and your mother. I've sign the Probationary contract. You and your company have exactly four months to show me just how well it would be to merge our companies. Although, given what I just witnessed…your best asset just quit." With that Bruce Wayne left closely followed by Lucius Fox.

Oliver turned to Digg for some advice and support but was greeted instead by a hard look. A look that said simply, Dude, you lost her.

Felicity had made it two blocks before she discreetly pulled the blond wig from her head and shook out her hair. Pulling out the small plastic bag from her coat pocket she stuffed the wig inside it and then proceeded to stuff it all back into her new bright blue leather purse. She pulled a nice looking black beanie hat out of her other coat pocket and put her hair inside before placing it on her head. Nothing but an inch of hair from her hairline could be seen. It was then that she was bumped in the shoulder by a cop, who was none other than Quinten Lance…and Sara.

"Ms. Smoak, I'm so sorry I was a bit distracted. How are you?" Quinten was always nice to Felicity. They had a very friendly bond. It happens when you destroy an earthquake-causing-bomb with each other.

"I've been better. How are you?" Felicity's smile and kind voice were all forced. She wanted nothing more than to get out of Sara's presence for good.

"I'm doing great. Just treating Sara here to some lunch while I'm on my break. You know Sara…oh, you actually do know her. I keep forgetting that you two are friends through…the Arrow." Lance whispered the last part.

"Were," said Felicity, noticing Sara's flinch at her cold detached voice. "We were friends. Have a good day, Sir." Felicity left before the temptation to deck Sara became too great for her to ignore.

Lance looked after Felicity in confusion, having never known her to just blow someone off like that, before the realization came to him. He remembered that about a week ago Sara and Oliver had slept together, and there was no doubt that Felicity knew about it…given her behavior.

"Sorry, Dad. She's not usually like that," said Sara, worried her father would get angry at Felicity for treating her so coldly. He had been very protective of her ever since she'd come back from the dead. But Felicity had good reasons for being mad at her.

"No, it's alright. I guess she would act that way when someone she considers a friend sleeps with the man she loves." Lance gave his daughter a rather disappointed look as they continued to walk to the café they were heading to for lunch.

Sara froze as her father's words registered in her mind. She knew that Felicity and Oliver's feelings were very obvious that nearly everyone but them seemed to notice, but she hadn't considered that her own father would notice such a thing. "I really screwed up, huh?"

"Listen, kid. I love you and your mother loves you. No matter what you do we'll always love you, but that doesn't mean that you or your sister's behavior doesn't disappoint us every now and then. This is definitely one of those moments. All I can say is that you've lost yourself a very good friend."

"Yeah…" I know, thought Sara. The lunch was spent in silence, Sara too embarrassed and ashamed to speak with her father.

Meanwhile, Felicity was about three blocks away from her apartment when she heard a scuffle and a cry of pain in the alley she had been walking past. That cry had been distinctly female, so Felicity quickly made her way through the trash and debris before she was able to get a good look at what was going on. A younger girl, no more then 18/19 years old, dressed all in black with a silver studded leather jacket and some really wild hair was back up against the brick wall of the alley…surrounded by five very greasy looking guys.

"Five against one, now how is that fair?" said Felicity with a smirk.

"Well, well boys. Looks like we've got ourselves another one." Chuckled one.

"Yeah, and this one sure has a body on her. Just look at those tits." Yelled another.

"Hey, kid," called Felicity to the younger woman against the wall. She took her purse off her shoulder and her beanie off her head and tossed them to her. "Hold those will you?" Felicity then preceded to beat the crap out of them.

"Whoa!" was the younger woman's reaction once the men had run off with their tails between their legs.

"I'll take my things back now, if you don't mind," said Felicity as she pointed to her purse and hat still in her hands.

"Oh, right." She said as she handed her stuff back.

"Hey, I know you. You're Sara and Roy's friend. Sin, isn't it?" asked Felicity as she placed the floppy beanie on her head in a sideways manner, leaving most of her long dark auburn curls to flow down her back, and hooked her purse over her shoulder once more.

"Yeah…yes, I mean…yes, I'm Roy's friend. Sara's not so much," said Sin with a tone of bitterness at Sara's name.

"Oh?"

"Ever since she was reunited with her family she's sort of…forgot about me."

Felicity couldn't help what she said next. Only that she felt a sort of kindred spirit with Sin, given that Sara had hurt them both…however unintentionally that hurt had been made…it was there nonetheless. "Well, if you ever feel like making a new friend, let me know."

Just as Felicity was making her way to leave and head back to her apartment after a very trying day, Sin's words stopped her. "Wait. Who are you?"

Felicity turned with smirking smile. She had been giving her alter-ego a lot of thought as to what she'd be calling herself. It was just one word that seemed to fit. "I'm Catwoman."

"People change, things go wrong, shit happens, and life goes on."

-Anonymous

Rant VI: Another Shado…

Recent events on the show have caused me to question just what Felicity means to Oliver. He is the type of person to use others for his own gains both before and after his experiences of the island. Before the island it was because of his billionaire-playboy-jack-ass personality that was ruled by selfishness and now…well, he's still selfish but that selfishness has been twisted with his overzealous morals of trying to save the city.

On the island it was clear that Oliver and Shado had both an emotionally and physically intimate relationship with each other, but it was also clear that Oliver did not truly love her. The sad thing is that Shado was very much aware of this.

Shado helped Oliver learn archery, she helped Slade teach him how to fight and to plan, and she loved him – helped him feel better about himself. But, the moment Sara shows up on the island there's choices to be made and Shado ends up dead because of Ivo, Sara, and Oliver. Just goes to show just how much Oliver never really cared about Shado (which goes back to my, "how does that make him a hero, theory").

So, what is Felicity to Oliver? Is she just another Shado? Someone to help Oliver with his crusade against the criminal underworld of Starling City? Someone to just boost Oliver's ego? Just another pawn that will be hurt because of Oliver's bad choices?

As for the little scene with Sara and her father, I really wanted to see Lance being protective towards Felicity, even if it meant going against Sara. Plus, I think she needed to be scolded by an authority figure like her father for her constant cheating. He never got the chance to do that when she betrayed Laurel, so I figured now was a good chance for him to do so.

P.S. – Did anyone notice that back in season one, while on the island, at first Oliver was not strong enough to pull the bow back completely?! Once Shado made him to the "slap water" exercise he was able to. And yet…during the "Odyssey" episode of season one (when Felicity joins the team), Felicity picks up the bow and draws it back completely without training. Either this was a technical mistake done by the writers or means something about Felicity's character. Is it because she is so emotionally and mentally strong that she is able to pull the bow back? Let me know what you guys think of this little tidbit.

A/N: In case any of you are overly confused about the timeline of Felicity's Catwoman change: she was pushed/murdered by Moira Friday night (the same night she kicked-thieves-asses). This entire chapter focuses on Moira's point of view on Sunday and then backtracks to Felicity's point of view on Saturday/Sunday/Monday. Hope that makes sense. My overall goal for this story is to keep things as realistic as possible. Which is a bit difficult considering we are talking about Billionaire-Vigilantes, but I will do my best.