Ok so in-between these two parts Oliver finds out about the whole deal with Malcolm. Don't ask me how, you'll just have to fill that in for yourself. There's a reason I'm not putting this into a multi chapter fic, and just writing these three scenes. Remember, this was just a theory I put into fic form.

BANG BANG BANG

Felicity was sitting on her couch when she heard a noise at her door. It was 3 AM, but she didn't know who on earth else would be up at this hour.

She opened her door and there stood Oliver. She tried to close the door, but he put his hand on it.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" His voice was an angry command.

Her stomach dropped. He took advantage of her frozen state to push the door back open, and walk in.

"Felicity!" he yelled, shaking her shoulders.

She pulled out of his grip shaking her head.

"I couldn't sleep. I couldn't breath. I could barely get from one day to the next and I needed you back." Her eyes were filling with tears. "And I would have figured out a way... eventually-"

"I didn't ask you why you did it, Felicity! I'm asking you why you didn't tell me!" He was still shouting, but slightly less than before. "I could have helped you!"

"You don't know what I've had to agree to…"

"What, did you think I would judge you?" demanded Oliver.

"No! Oliver, I know you, and you would have fought for me, and he would have killed you and I couldn't let you die for me!" She was shouting now, too. "That's how we got here in the first place, you sacrificing yourself! I WAS PROTECTING YOU!"

"THAT WASN'T YOUR CHOICE TO MAKE, FELICITY!" Oliver's hands were clenched into fists. He was enraged at the fact that for months, she had been alone, trying to fight all of this on her own, constantly in danger, and it was all because of him.

"Oh, right! I'm sorry, I forgot you get to make everyones decisions!" Felicity shot back.

"Excuse me?!"

"You are so hypocritical! Oliver, why aren't we together?!"

Oliver's face was now mixed with confusion and anger. He opened his mouth, but before he could get out a response, she answered her own question.

"Because YOU," she shouted, taking a step closer and pointing a finger at him, "decided it wasn't safe! Not us. YOU. You knew what I wanted, you knew I didn't care, but you didn't listen!"

"Well if I'm hypocritical, than so are you!" He bridged the rest of the gap between them, but Felicity walked backwards, keeping their distance where she had set it. "If it was such a horrible thing to do then why did you do it to me! What's so different now?!"

"YOU DIED!" She looked at him as if he were the biggest idiot for not realizing what, to her, was an obvious answer.

"I'm not dead now, Felicity! AND YOU STILL COULD HAVE TOLD ME." He started walking toward her again. She had now backed up into a wall.

"This wasn't a possibly, maybe, you might die situation! Malcolm took contingencies! You know better than anyone what that feels like! I will not loose you again!" Tears were welling up in her eyes. "IF YOU FIGHT HIM ON THIS, YOU WILL DIE."

"NO, I WON'T!"

"WHY?! BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE THE EXCEPTION TO EVERYTHING?!"

"NO! YOU ARE." Oliver yelled, now barely a foot away from her. "There are so many things and people I would die for but NOT YOU. YOU ARE WHAT I STAY ALIVE FOR. I am not going to stop fighting for you. I don't care if I am dead in the ground, I will find a way to keep fighting! BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU."

They were inches away from each other, breathing heavily from all the shouting. And then, before she could think any more, Felicity had reached her hands up, grabbed his hair, and pulled him to her lips. For a split second he was surprised, but then he kissed her back, pushing her against the wall. She kept kissing him, more and more urgently. She hiked up one leg to wrap around him, and he responded by lifting her up, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist. She pulled away after a few seconds, looking down at him.

"I love you, Oliver Queen."