A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry, I know I usually update on Fridays. I got a bit behind. This chapter has a trigger warning for violence and daddy issues.

I don't own Arrow or its characters.

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Oliver manages to occupy them for most of the day, mostly by marathoning Game of Thrones and taking copious make-out breaks.

Felicity manages to hold it together until around nine pm, when she starts to break.

"Oliver," she whines, pushing against his chest. "Oliver, I'm bored."

"Really," he murmurs, bending down to kiss her collarbone. "How bored?"

Felicity laughs and pushes at him again. "Not so bored that I'd sleep with you already!"

"Ouch," he says playfully, nipping at her earlobe. "So if you don't want to do that...what do you want to do?"

She pouts. "I want to go out."

Oliver raises an eyebrow at her. "You want to go out?"

"Yes please," she says sweetly.

"The last time you went out you freaked," he reminds her. "You hate going out."

Felicity purses her lips. "Maybe it doesn't freak me out anymore."

"Felicity, we can't go out."

"Oliver, I'm begging you. I'm getting spring fever."

"It's not spring."

"I just need to go outside for a little bit," Felicity argues. "I need fresh air."

"Oh my god," Oliver realizes. "You want to go out because Sara said that you couldn't!"

"So?" she says sullenly. "I hate it when she bosses me around like that!"

"Felicity, it's not safe."

"I don't even know if he wants to hurt me! He could have killed me that night but he just left me there. For all I know he's already in Mexico!"

"Is that honestly a risk you're willing to take?" he counters.

Felicity looks solemn. "I think that if he really wants to hurt me there's nothing we can do. I don't want to live my life locked in a room."

"How about this? If Sara says you can go out, then we'll go out? Just for a little bit."

Felicity holds out her hand for his phone. "Deal."

Oliver shakes his head. "You are the most infuriating women I've ever known."

"Don't argue with a genius Oliver, you'll lose every time."

Felicity dials and holds the phone to her ear. "Hi Sara...I'm okay...look how serious were you about the whole no going out thing? Sara, you don't know that. Please? I'm so bored...Oliver will protect me! Sara...okay."

Felicity rolls her eyes and hands the phone back to him.

"Hey," he says tersely.

"I don't know how I feel about this," Sara says nervously.

"Yeah, me either," he admits.

"She has some pretty bad cabin fever, huh?"

"Yeah."

Sara sighs. "Maybe...if you take her somewhere safe, where you have control of the security."

Oliver grins. "I have a place like that."

"Look," Sara says. "She's right. For all we know he's in Mexico."

"But you don't think so?" he probes.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," Sara says hesitantly. "It's just a feeling."

"It's your call Sara. If you say no, it's no."

Sara groans. "Just be careful, okay? No unnecessary risks."

"Of course."

Sara hangs up and Oliver turns to Felicity, who's chewing on her lip. "So?"

"So here's the deal," he says. "If you really want to go out-"

"I really want to go out."

"-then we can go to Verdant. I know everyone that works there, we'll have control over the security."

"Your club?" Felicity questions. "Really?"

"Yeah. But that's it, okay?"

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Felicity squeals, and jumps off the couch. "I'm going to go change."

Felicity comes out twenty minutes later in a tight black dress that hugs her curves and sky high black pumps.

Oliver knows that he's staring but he can't seem to stop. "Where'd that come from?"

Felicity smirks. "Thea slipped some stuff past me when we went shopping, it seems."

"My sister has killed taste," he murmurs.

She smiles coyly. "Lucky me."

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In the lobby Oliver pulls Felicity to the left out the front doors instead of to the right towards the parking garage.

"Are we taking a cab?" she asks curiously, leaning into him.

"No," he says, leading her to a town car parked outside, the driver leaning against the door.

"Oliver," Diggle says with a grin, giving him a quick hug. "How are you, brother?"

Oliver relaxes, a smile on his face. "Good. Thanks for coming."

Felicity is staring at Dig with a look of confusion on her face. "You have a driver?"

Dig snorts and Oliver laughs.

"No," he explains. "Dig is your bodyguard for the night."

"You got me a bodyguard," she says faintly.

Dig holds out his hand towards hers. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Smoak."

"Felicity," she murmurs. "Um," she says, looking at Oliver, "was this really necessary?"

"Better safe than sorry," he says cheerfully, and follows her into the backseat of the town car.

Oliver has Dig park the car behind the club and the two of them flank Felicity as they go through the employee entrance in the back.

"Why are we going this way?" she questions.

"Because I don't want you to get photographed," he explains. "We're keeping a low profile."

"Good call," Felicity says, and then trips right over a stray wire and into his arms.

"Hey," he says, brushing tousled blond hair out of her eyes. "Okay?"

"These heels are really high," she murmurs, one hand lingering on his chest.

"Mr. Queen," Dig says shortly. "Shall we keep moving or would you and Miss. Smoak like some privacy?"

"Oh god," Felicity says, her cheeks turning red. "Wow, it only took me half an hour to humiliate myself in front of a stranger, that's a new record."

Dig gives her a kind smile. "Oh I'm sure Oliver knows all about that."

"Hey," Oliver says indignantly.

Felicity giggles. "This is fun."

Roy is behind the bar mixing drinks at liquid speed, oblivious to all the girls hanging on the bar in their tight dresses trying to get his attention.

"Hey, when the fuck is Sara coming back? I'm drowning here," he immediately snaps when he sees Oliver and Felicity. "Oh, hey, Blondie."

"Tomorrow," Oliver says. "And you're on the clock, so watch your fucking language Harper."

Roy rolls his eyes. "What can I get you Felicity? It's on your boyfriend."

Felicity bites her lip. "Oh, Oliver's not my-I mean I don't know if he's my anything, I just live with him, and I guess we're friends but we haven't even known each other for a full week..."

Behind the bar Roy is doubled over in laughter.

"Relax, I'm just giving you a hard time," he says. "I'll make you something on the house."

"I'd like a whiskey when you've got a second," Oliver says loudly, and Roy gives him the finger.

He comes back a minute later with a glass of pale yellow liquid that's smoking.

Felicity's mouth falls open. "What is that?"

Roy grins. "It's a smoking canary. Sara made it up. It's an off the menu creation."

"What's in it?" she asks in awe.

"Vodka, lemonade, pineapple juice and dry ice."

"Oliver, I love your club," Felicity says happily, taking a big sip.

"That's because you're probably already drunk," Oliver comments. "Sara likes her drinks lethal."

"Sara likes her girls lethal," Roy quips.

"You're about to get wasted," Oliver warns.

"Who cares," Felicity says wickedly, licking her lips. "This is worth it."

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After an hour Oliver and Diggle escort Felicity back out to the car, even as she protests and begs Roy to give her a smoking canary to-go.

Diggle drops them off in front of their building and Felicity giggles all the way up to the penthouse, little hands clutching his waist to stay upright.

"Thank you," she says, wobbling down the hallway in her heels. "I needed that."

"You're welcome," he says gently, pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door.

"Next time I'll wear shoes I can walk in, I promise-Oliver, what-"

His hand clamps on her wrist, yanking her away from the door, which is unlocked.

"The door's open," he hisses, pulling her back towards the elevator.

"What?"

"The door is open."

Felicity goes pale. "Oh my god," she whimpers. "He's here, he found me-"

"Hey, hey, listen to me," he says fiercely. "I want you to take my phone and go down to the lobby. You're going to call Mr. Diggle and tell him to turn around and come back to wait with you. Then call Sara's dad-he's in my phone under Detective Lance-and tell him he needs to call a squad car over, okay?"

"What are you going to do?" she asks tearfully.

His eyes flick back to the door and Felicity launches herself at him.

"No, Oliver, no-"

"It's okay," he reassures her. "I can handle this, just go downstairs."

"No," she says hysterically, clinging to him. "No, I'm not leaving you."

"Felicity, please," he says desperately. "I'll be fine, please, just go back downstairs."

"No," she cries. "You can't make me, I'm not leaving without you."

"Felicity-"

"I said no!"

"Fine," he snaps. "Fine."

"Okay," she whispers.

Oliver cups her wet cheeks in his hands. "You stay behind me, okay?"

"Okay," she says seriously.

"And if I tell you to run, you run."

"Okay."

"Promise me," he growls.

Felicity blinks and a mascara tinted tear rolls down her cheek. "I promise."

Oliver takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders.

"Oliver?" she says hesitantly.

"Shh." He steps in front of Felicity and walks back to the door.

It swings open under the push of his fingertips and they tiptoe into the foyer. Felicity tugs on his hand and Oliver turns back to her, where she's pointing to the security system on the wall.

The box is hanging open and all the wires have been cut.

"Stay behind me," he whispers, and he feels her fingertips light on his back.

They round the corner of the foyer into the penthouse and Oliver stops short, making Felicity slam into him.

"Ow, what-"

"Shh."

"Hello." The man in the kitchen is holding a gun loosely at his side as he steps out of the shadows. "I've been waiting for you."

"Dad?" Felicity peeks around Oliver's side and he reaches behind him to push her back.

"Hi, sweetheart," the man says sadly. He looks old, dirty wrinkled skin and sad rheumy eyes. There's nothing of Felicity in him, nothing bright or beautiful.

Just a sad used up looking man holding a gun that probably killed her mother.

Oliver keeps his knees bent, arms held out to shield Felicity with his body. He keeps his eyes on her father, waiting for the opportunity to rush him and take the gun.

"What are you doing here?" Felicity gasps.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart-"

"You're sorry?" Felicity says shrilly. "You're sorry-"

"Felicity," Oliver says quietly.

"You killed her!" she wails. "How could you do that to me, why would you do that?"

"I know," her father says. "Forgive me. I just wanted to see you one last time."

Felicity starts to scream.

The man closes his eyes and when Oliver sees the angle of the arm bringing up the gun he spins and pulls Felicity tight against his chest, so that when the gun goes off she doesn't see her father's head burst open like a piece of rotten fruit.

The gun goes off and his body hits the parquet floor with a dramatic thump that makes Felicity's screams triple in volume.

"Shh," Oliver says frantically. "Shh, it's okay, it's over, I've got you, you're okay, it's okay, Felicity."

Felicity pulls her head off his chest and stares at him with dazed unfocused eyes.

"Is he dead?" she asks hoarsely.

"Yeah," he says carefully. "He's dead."

"Thank god," she murmurs, and passes out

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