Hey everybody next chapter for you, hope you like it.

I know some people hate the way a let Felicity react, but sometimes when you really really hurt and heartbroken you react in a way you never expect.

But don´t worry you get the old Felicity back, because this story turns into a way I never expect lol. It was like a ride on a rollercoaster to write this story.

Thanks for all the reviews I need more of them ;)

Thanks niagaraweasel for translate and for your help when I can´t find a way to finish a chapter.

Felicity went up to the bar and ordered another whiskey. Oliver followed her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Felicity."

Startled, she turned around. "Oliver?"

"Felicity, I….I need to talk to you."

"I don't think we have anything more to talk about, Oliver, and now please excuse me, I have a date with a delicious whiskey." With these words Felicity turned away and left him standing. Oliver grimaced, but let her go. He chose a table, ordered a beer and watched his IT-girl.

After her performance, all the men in the bar crowded around her. She laughed with them and downed one drink after the other. Oliver's hands balled into fists as the distance between the men and Felicity became smaller and smaller. One or two of them even had their fingers on her body, making Oliver's adrenaline level rise again. He got up and went over to the group.

"Felicity, I think you had enough for tonight. I'll take you home."

Felicity looked up at him, but before she could say anything, one of the men had already wrapped his arm around her waist. "I think the lady can decide for herself if she had enough or not."

Oliver's blood was close to boiling, but he was trying to keep his temper in check. "I think you should stay out of this," he growled, his eyes going to Felicity, who gave him an amused look. "Felicity!".

"Oliver, meet my new friend Michael," she said, pointing to the man who had just spoken to Oliver. "He's nice, Oliver, and he doesn't kiss other women… I think."

Michael tightened his grip around her waist. "Is that the guy you talked about on the stage?"

Felicity nodded.

"Want me to hit him for you, babe?"

"No, thanks, Michael, I think he's not worth it." As soon as they had left her mouth, Felicity regretted her words. The alcohol turned her into a person who deliberately hurt others, just like her mother had done with her. She turned away, so that she didn't have to see the look on Oliver's face, knowing that she had hurt him.

Oliver took her arm. "Felicity, I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything, but Michael answered for her. "I think the lady has said what she wanted to say, so you'd better get the hell out of Dodge, before my friends and I forget our good manners. We don't like to see a lady treated badly around here."

Oliver balled his fists. He knew that he could easily take on every one of these guys, but that wouldn't bring him Felicity back. She was hurt – badly – and she had every right to be. He had behaved like a damn idiot, hurting the one person who was honest, loyal and always at his side, and what's more, he had hurt the person he loved. He put ten dollars on the bar for the barkeeper and left.

Felicity turned around, her heart breaking for the second time. She made to follow him, but Michael put another drink down in front of her.

Two hours later, Felicity left the bar with Michael. She was drunk, her head was spinning and her legs felt like overcooked noodles. Michael supported her, and kept kissing her despite her protests.

"Michael, stop it. It was nice spending the evening with you, but I'm not taking you to my motel room, just to make that clear."

Michael tightened his grip around her and maneuvered her into the alley behind the bar. "Hey, hey, who said anything about a motel room? I think you can pay off the drinks right here." His hands moved to Felicity's thighs. She tried to push him away, but the alcohol considerably slowed her reactions.

"I think the lady has made herself clear and you should take your hands off her," Oliver's voice came from behind Michael.

"Oliver," Felicity gasped, relieved. He glanced at her briefly to see if she was okay, before his eyes turned to Michael, who gave him a mocking look.

"Didn't I already tell you to get lost? The lady's not interested in you," Michael taunted.

"And didn't the lady tell you to keep your hands off her?" Oliver grabbed Michael's hand and twisted his arm behind his back. "You should be the one to get lost and quickly, before I forget my good manners. Are we clear?"

"Hey, hey, keep cool, buddy, it's just a misunderstanding, I thought she was interested in me," Michael protested.

"Oliver pushed his arm up a little higher. "Which part of 'no' didn't you understand? Now get lost!" The billionaire let go of him and Michael hurriedly left.

Oliver walked over to Felicity, who was still leaning against the wall. She hadn't moved an inch. Carefully, Oliver took her hand. "Hey, are you okay?"

Felicity flinched. "Hey, hey, don't worry, it's me," Oliver told her in his soft voice. Felicity's fingers tightened around his hand as she looked at him. "Oliver, I'm sorry for what I said earlier…"

She stopped and turned away from Oliver as her stomach revolted. All that alcohol over the last few days had been a little too much and now it all came back out. Oliver was at her side immediately, holding back her hair and supporting her.

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing," Felicity said, after she had wiped her mouth with a handkerchief Oliver had handed her.

He had to grin. "Don't worry, you're not the first woman I've had to do that for."

"Great, not even there I'm special," Felicity mumbled, leaning against Oliver's shoulder as she was hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion.

"Felicity, you are very special," Oliver whispered into her ear as he picked her up and put her into his car to take her back to the motel.

"Felicity, I'm sorry that I disappointed you. That thing with Sara, that was stupid of me, but it had nothing to do with love. We were both lost and lonely at that moment and didn't expect anything from each other. Sara is gone, back to Nyssa. She loves her and I…" Oliver stopped for a moment to take a deep breath," I love you. I've loved you for a damn long time now, but I was afraid to tell you."

He turned around to Felicity and saw that she had fallen asleep in her seat. He let go of the steering wheel with one hand to stroke a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you, Felicity Smoak. You are my angel and I will prove it to you."