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Oliver entered the basement at Verdant to find Diggle sitting in Felicity's chair. "Where's Felicity?"

"She left."

"When and where to?"

"Oliver, I don't know, but what the hell is going on here? She was crying and she sent Tockman a photo."

"WHAT? The bastard had blocked me, I thought their conversation had ended."

Diggle frowned. "Oh no, not at all. He tried to corner her, but she shot back and she must have hit him full on."

The billionaire let out a deep breath and perched on the edge of Felicity's desk. "William Tockman his Felicity's father. He left her years ago."

Diggle's eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"When did she leave?" Oliver asked.

"About twenty minutes ago. Want me to drive you?"

Oliver shook his head, put his bow away and grabbed his clothes to get changed.

Felicity was sitting on her couch wrapped in her bathrobe, a cup of coffee in her hand, and flipped through the pages of a photo album. She didn't hear the knock on her door, too deep in thought, her eyes fixed on a photo of herself and a man who carried her on his arm and kissed her forehead. His eyes were filled with love and pride. Silent tears were running down Felicity's face.

The ringing of her phone made her flinch. She looked at the display and saw Oliver's picture.

"Oliver?"

"Felicity, why don't you open your door?"

Startled, she got up, hurried to the front door and opened it to find Oliver leaning against the door frame, phone in hand, giving her his incredible smile.

"Hey," he said, speaking into the phone but looking at Felicity.

"Hey," she answered, lowering her hand with her own phone and letting Oliver in. She closed the door behind him and just looked at him. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.

After a while, Oliver let go and took a closer look at Felicity. She looked so fragile and vulnerable in her bathrobe. "What happened?"

Felicity walked over to the couch, sat down and wrapped a blanket around herself. The safety and warmth she had felt a moment ago in Oliver's arms had suddenly disappeared.

"He hacked into our comm system and I couldn't stop him. He blocked you and then started to play mind games with me. He asked about my family, one thing led to another and I sent him a picture of him holding me in his arm. Then I severed the connection." Felicity wrapped the blanket more tightly around herself.

Oliver regarded her for a moment, then his eyes fell on the photo album. "May I?"

Felicity nodded and Oliver flipped through the photos. Even as a baby Felicity had been incredibly beautiful. For the first two years she laughed in every photo with her father, but after that Oliver noticed a change. In the later pictures Felicity was different, she looked frightened and her eyes seemed to cry for help.

Oliver raised his eyes and Felicity noticed him looking at her. "By that time things between us weren't very good anymore, it was shortly before he left us. That's why the album ends there. My mother didn't have the time to take any more pictures."

"I'm sorry," Oliver whispered. He saw how vulnerable she was, even though she tried to put up a brave front.

"You don't have to, I can live with it," Felicity answered, her voice breaking. "I just didn't expect to ever see him again."

"Felicity, I want you to take time off from Verdant until we have caught Tockman."

"Oh no, Oliver, I won't. When I'm not with you, he'll hack the whole system and get his hands on all the data. He'll find out your real identity and I won't let that happen. I can deal with it, okay?" Her firm, steady eyes bored into Oliver. He knew she wanted to prove her strength, but right now she was just as vulnerable inside as that little three-year-old girl in the photo album.

"Okay, but if something is wrong, I want you to talk to me about it."

Felicity nodded, but she didn't look at him. "I will."

"Hey," Oliver said, placing his fingers under her chin. "Look at me, Felicity. I want this thing between us to work, I really mean it, and this here is the first step. Tell me about your feelings."

She looked into his brilliant blue eyes, her own filling with tears that were finding their way down her cheeks. "What did I do wrong in my life?"

Oliver looked at her questioningly.

"I was always a quiet child, I didn't cry, I slept through the night from the beginning and I haven't been a burden for my family. My parents always told me that they wanted to have me. But if he loved me, why did my father turn out the way he did? Why did my mother always make me feel that it was my fault? I did everything that had to be done so we wouldn't end up out on the street, while she lay drunk on the couch. Why?"

Oliver didn't say anything, but he could feel the rage rising inside of him. She didn't deserve this.

"I managed to do everything on my own, and after I got my degree I could finally leave that life behind. I thought I had finally made it and now he shows up out of the blue and everything comes back to haunt me again. I feel like I'm ten years old again, helpless vulnerable and useless."

"Felicity, you're neither of these things. You're an incredibly intelligent, strong and beautiful woman. You don't have to hide yourself and you don't have to go through it alone this time. I love you and I will always be there for you, just like Diggle will be. We will watch over you and protect you."

"Thanks." Felicity wiped off her tears and leaned against Oliver's chest. "Could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone right now."

Oliver gently tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't have left anyway. I need you close to me."