Oliver watched Felicity fly out of the door with her ponytail swooshing side to side. He wanted to go after her, but his feet were locked in place despite how much he willed them to move. He wanted to go after her and explain, explain that although he did love the women he listed he was not in love with them. He wished she knew that what he felt for her was completely different from anything he had ever felt for anyone. He wished that he was not falling madly in love with her; if only she knew who he truly was she would run for the hills. It scared him to think that this woman who came into his life was having such an effect on him. It scared him that the first time- well the first time he was picturing a life with her. Oliver pictured getting to know her more; making love to her and having her bare his children.

Oliver was beginning to imagine a long and happy life with her, she came into his life and showed him a light, she showed him how to be easy-going. It was something he hasn't felt since he was a teenager and spent his whole time partying with Tommy Merlyn- his best friend.

But deep down he knew that it was a life he could not have, he did not deserve happiness, he was a brutal murderer, and he had tortured men in the past. Unsure of what his next move was with Felicity, he decided he needed a cold shower.

When Oliver was done with his shower, he went downstairs to find Felicity typing away on her tablet oblivious to everything and everyone. A part of him was annoyed that she lacked all sense of her surroundings, but he decided that, that was a conversation for another time. "Felicity" he called after the fourth time but she was still in her little head. Starting to lose his patience he walked over to her and touched her on the shoulder.

"I heard you; I'm just not talking to you" she pouts as she continues typing away. Oliver looked at the screen and had no idea what she was doing, and it was all a bunch of numbers moving quickly.

"How old are we?" Oliver tried to tease and lighten the situation.

"I am trying to finish this" she pulled up and looked straight ahead at the refrigerator in annoyance.

"What is it?" Oliver did not back down, and he was still standing extremely close.

"Work, working on a new project seeing as I am locked up in here like some housewife" she spits out and then resumes typing.

"Felicity, until the Slade …"

"Until then I'm stuck in here I know I know, and then it will be some other person who has it in for you and then another person. And the only thing they are going to write on my headstone is housewife died in her house." Felicity says in her loud voice and shakes her head a little at her stupid comment.

Oliver hangs his head, "I'm sorry, but until Slade is taken care of, please I need you stay inside where it is safe."

"So a missile can get me, yeah seems safe."

"Felicity."

"Oliver" she rolled her eyes, she pushes back on her stool collects her items, brushes past Oliver and leaves the kitchen with a smug Moira looking from the sidelines.

"Don't mom, don't" Oliver warns holding his finger up to her.

Oliver goes to his room after giving Felicity a few minutes to cool down; when he enters his room the scene was not what he was expecting. Felicity was packing her things into small duffle bag. "What are you doing?" he questions.

"Moving out, well to my mom's which is still in the Queen grounds, thank god we didn't move everything into the cottage and I still have some things" she picked up a pair of shoes and placed them in the bag.

"You're not going" he takes her bag off the floor and places it on the bed to take out the items she had put on.

"The hell I am, you can't tell me what I can and cannot do" she tries to take the bag back but Oliver stands in front of her.

"The hell I can, no wife, no Bratva wife especially one to a Captain moves out, dishonours her husband and makes him look like a fool" he now starts yelling.

"Well guess what this is fake, all of it is fake" she grabs hold of one the straps and starts pulling. But Oliver takes hold of the other one and no matter how hard she pulls it is no use. Oliver is strong and does not even have to try and pull back. "Let go," she says through clenched teeth and continues to try and pull on the strap.

"You're not going."

Felicity continues to try and pull, after a few more moments she lets go of the strap and huffs in frustration. She then collects a couple of items she can carry, she holds them close to her chest and then walks towards the door.

"Damn it Felicity" he stands in front of her.

"What do you want from me?" her voice cracks and a small tremble washes through her body.

"You" he answers immediately without hesitation in his voice.

"Please just get out of my way," she asks him one more time with pleading eyes. Oliver takes the items from her hands and throws them, scattering them along the room. Felicity knows exactly what to say to rip of the band-aid, "you going to hit me to get me to do what you say." Felicity does not meet his eyes knowing that she hurt him with her words.

Oliver cups her face a little too aggressively, "No, but if you walk out of this room where all my men will see, do not think that I will hesitate to show you and all of those men out there exactly who is in charge here." Felicity flinches and her eyes widen by his statement, she sees something she had never seen before- coldness. She sees nothing in his eyes; she finally sees the man that others see, a ruthless man who does not give a damn about anything.

Oliver lets go of her face, and she slowly walks backwards, her eyes never leaving his. Felicity swallows and retreats to the bathroom making sure she locks it. She turns the taps on, and the shower on and begins to cry, holding a hand over her mouth trying to swallow her sobs.

Once Felicity is done showering she comes into the bedroom and finds him shirtless on the floor doing push-ups. Felicity changes into an orange dress; blow dries her hair and puts it in a neat ponytail. When Oliver spots, Felicity leaving the bathroom he gets up and goes in to take another cold shower.

The next few days Oliver and Felicity played the role of husband and wife in front of everyone else. When they were alone they were met with silence, they did not look at each other, did not smile, and did not touch. Felicity had chosen to sleep on the couch in the room rather than the bed, and Oliver let her. They were two people living with each other, who were technically married but engaged. They were to spend the rest of their lives together, and Oliver wondered if they would spend the rest of their lives like this. Cold and bitter against each other, unable to even make eye contact but yet played as if nothing was wrong in front of people, small touches, small smiles, hand holding and laughing.

The days that past a lot had happened, Roy was finally out of hospital and was living with Donna in their new pool house home metres away from Queen Manor. Since her argument- if you would call it an argument Felicity was spending a lot of time at her mother's place. She spent her days with Roy and surprisingly enough Thea -watching movies all day. Felicity had sometimes watched from the sidelines and admired Thea and Roy, they were slowly blossoming into something, Roy was getting better and stronger by the day, without assistance he was up and moving around.

One day when everybody had gone out Felicity had been left alone with Moira much to both of their dismay. Moira and Felicity sat in the living room somewhere they sat a few days ago in complete tension. Felicity decided to turn the television on, and Moira glared at her. "You can go and watch television somewhere else" she ordered as she went back to reading her book.

Felicity was beginning to get annoyed by the older woman; she huffed and turned the sound a little louder.

Moira snapped her book closed and stood up, "Did you not hear what I just said" she says angrily.

"Yeah, but you could always read your book elsewhere" Felicity puts her feet up on the table leaving Moira Queen lost for words. Felicity was sure Moira was not used to people talking to her in that manner and was probably not used to people telling her what to do.

Not wanting to let Felicity get the better of her Moira walked over to the plug and pulled the TV out, she then retook her seat and started reading her book again. Felicity glared at the older woman and then took out her tablet and started playing a game of candy crush with the volume on which seemed to annoy Moira and internally make Felicity scream with pleasure.

After 20 minutes Felicity got fed up; she knew Moira could not stand the sound, but she was too damn headstrong to get up and move. Felicity stood up and smiled at Moira, "Would you like something to drink, I'm going to make myself a coffee" she said in a pleasant tone.

"No thank you, do not feel like getting poisoned" Moira spits out her eyes never leaving her book.

Felicity shrugs and then goes to the kitchen, as she pours herself a cup of tea from the pot she spots three men in the corner talking in low voices. Felicity recognizes two out of the three men; she had seen all of Oliver's men and was pretty sure she recognized who was who and who wasn't.

Felicity was sure that the man with the dirty black hair was not one of Oliver's men. She looked away for a moment trying to figure out what to do; maybe he was new, and because she and Oliver didn't talk he hadn't of told her. Felicity looked back at then man and clasped her hand over her mouth when she watched them load their guns. Panic took over; she put her cup of coffee down along with her heels and ran towards the living room where Moira was. Felicity stood in front of the older Queen and took her shoes off.

"What do you think you are ..." Moira does not have a chance to finish her sentence as Felicity presses her hand over her mouth. Moira is stunned by the blonde's actions and then tries to fight her off.

"Shh please, I think we're in trouble" Felicity whispers. She removes her hand from Moira's mouth and then stands up offering her a hand. Moira looks up at Felicity hesitantly but then takes her hand the two women 2alk through the house in bare feet, trying to find a way out. They stop when Felicity spots the men again. Moira steps in front of her but does not let go of her hand she too has no idea which one of the men is. The two women stand in silence and listen to the exchange the men have in Russian.

Moira turns to Felicity and brings her lips to her as whispering, "they are looking for Roberts hard drive" Felicity nods in understanding and wonders if they will find it.

Moira tilts her head towards the garden door and tells Felicity to make a run for it. "What about you?" Felicity whispers and Moira barely understands what she said.

"I have to get to the hard drive if they get that it will all be over for everyone." Felicity says and for the first time since she met the woman she sees a fierce and determined woman. Felicity cannot believe what she is about to do but tugs Moira's hand and leads the way to the study. Moira is shocked that she wants to risk her life as well, and a part of her is proud that she was a strong woman; maybe she had been wrong about the woman. The two women tiptoe as fast as they can to the study; Felicity closes the door slowly and heads to the safe.

Moira quickly pushes Felicity away, and types in the code were pulling out the hard drive and pocketing it. Once the women have it they attempt to leave but hear voices and footsteps, they quickly hide under the desk which Moira had insisted she get for Oliver. It was a much smaller desk, but it was further away from the main desk where the safe was.

Felicity and Moira waited it out as the men blew up the safe and looked for the drive. Coming up with nothing they frustratingly started throwing things and breaking them. As the men left the room, Felicity and Moira exited and started to walks slowly towards the back door with their backs to the wall. As Moira stepped on one of the tiles on the floor she immediately regretted it, it had been the very same tile which she had mentioned several times to her staff that needed fixing. The moment her foot came off it, it creaked alerting the men towards them. Felicity watched in horror as the men started shooting at them. Felicity and Moira let go of each other's hands and ran in different directions, the men continued to shoot as Felicity and Moira found a place to hide as bullets flew past their heads. A few of Oliver's men quickly entered the kitchen and a gun battle started between the three men and Oliver's men.

A minute passes and the bullets stop, Moira slowly stands and watches the men turn in different directions; she gets up the rest of the way. Moira spots the door and before legging it she looks around for Felicity, "Felicity" she hisses hoping she would hear.

Felicity hears Moira and then stands up slowly spotting her. Felicity studies her surroundings and wonders whether it is safe to run to Moira. Felicity walks slowly past the edge of the kitchen Cabinets and spots Moira, she smiles and walks slowly towards her. Felicity stops in her tracks when she sees one of the shooters aiming the gun at Moira. Felicity's eyes widen "Moira look out" she yells as she runs as fast as she can and pushes the woman out of the way just as the shot goes off.

Moira tumbles to the floor with Felicity on top of her, "Felicity?" Moira cries; she turns her on her back and studies her face.

"Owww" Felicity hisses in pain. Moira releases a sigh of relief that she is ok. She takes one of the cloths and presses it to the back of her shoulder.

Moira looks up and sees the men closing in on their location. "Go," Felicity tells her.

"Shut up, even shot you're stubborn …"

"I'm stubborn, you get what you want, me out of your son's life" she winces from the pain. "Then maybe you can have your son marry someone you approve of Laurel maybe" she spits out.

"You silly girl, Oliver does not want Laurel nor any other woman, my son is ridiculously in love with you, why I do not know" Moira picks her slowly and has her in a sitting position.

"Will you just go, please?" Felicity tells her again and pushes her back slowly so she will leave.

Moira gets up and takes a plate from the cabinet throwing it in a different direction hoping the men will go that way. However, the men don't go that way and instead are now standing right in front of them. Felicity and Moira's breath hitches as them men hover above them with their guns raised, Moira takes Felicity's hand and gives it a tight squeeze. Felicity squeezes back, and silent tears fall both of their faces.

"Felicity baby are you here?" Donna calls out walking into the kitchen.

The men whose guns are targeting Moira and Felicity quickly draw up and shoot the target.

Felicity screams as she hears several gun shots go off and then hears a body drop to the floor. Felicity kicks one of the men in front of her who drops to the floor in shock rather than pain. Moira grabs another plate and hits the man across the head with it, taking the man's gun Moira quickly shoots the two other men before they catch up to what Moira was doing. Felicity scrambles off the floor as best she can, not able to stand Felicity crawls to where she sees her mother lying on the floor taking her last breaths.

"Mom" she yells as she crawls faster towards her. "Mom," Felicity says again taking her mother head and placing it on her lap.

"Baby" she coughs out and blood spills from her mouth.

"Mommy" Felicity cries as she drops her forehead on her mothers.

Moira watches and her feet quickly move finding tea towels and pressing them onto Donna's wounds.

"Mommy don't talk ok; help is coming" Felicity looks to her mother's bodyguard who is clearly making a phone call to 911. "Mama I love you so much" Felicity kisses her mother's face several times.

"I love you too … baby … and your brother, tell him, I love him" Donna says slowly through spells of coughs. "You two are the best thing … ever, be the happy baby … Oliver … good man, be happy …" Donna reaches up and strokes her daughter's cheek, "my beautiful baby … girl … I lov…" Donna's hand drops from Felicity's face and her pupils become fixed and dilated.

"Mom" Felicity shakes her, "Mom?" Felicity looks to Moira, who is crying and holding Donna's hand. "Mommy" Felicity sobs and rests her face in the crook of her mother's neck.

When Oliver arrives home with Diggle and his father, he immediately realises something is wrong. The three men pull out the guns and look around, hearing sobs coming from the kitchen Oliver runs in that direction. Coming to stop he sees blood, shards of glass and empty bullet cases. His eyes travel towards the sobbing noise and sees Felicity hugging her dead mother's body tightly against her chest and his mother stroking her hair softly whispering words of comfort.

Oliver's heart breaks seeing her like that; he starts to move, but Roy pushes past him. He has no idea where the boy came from but watches as he runs to his sister's side.

"Mom?" Roy kneels down and touches his mother's hand as Moira moves out the way and into Robert's arms. "Felicity?" Roy questions, his hands tremble and as he holds his mother's cold hand in his, not finding a pulse.

Felicity looks up and sees Roy, Roy looks at Donna and breaks down. "Mom" he cries as she takes her limp body from Felicity and brings it close to his chest hugging her as tightly as he can. "No, no, no" Roy shakes his head as he rocks his mother back and forth.

Oliver does not move until his mother takes his hand and tells him that Felicity has been shot. His feet move quicker than they had ever done, he kneels down beside Felicity and examines her injury, no exit wound and had not hit anything vital. He can see that she had lost a lot of blood, and he needed to act quick, he picked her up in his arms despite her protests.

"No, put me down, put me down, mom" she cried as she tried to fight Oliver off with one hand as she couldn't quite get the other one up from the pain.

Oliver carries her bridal style and walks in the direction which leads out of the kitchen. "No, let me go, Mommy, mommy, I'm here, mommy, please, she needs me, Oliver she needs me" she pleads with him.

"Shhh," he kisses her forehead.

"Oliver, she needs me, please put me down, mommy" she sobs. Having reached their room, Oliver quickly works and stripping her and removing the bullet. Felicity does not feel anything as Oliver works to remove the bullet and stitches her back up.

Once he is done, he kisses her back and trails up to her neck. He then kneels in front of her, "Felicity" he pushes back her hair.

"She needs me," she says quickly getting up and running for the door. Oliver is quickly there and holds her firmly around the waist. "Let me go she needs me" she cries.

"She's gone."

"No, no she isn't, please, please, mooommmmmm" she yells and begins to kick the door.

"She's gone baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" Oliver turns her and cups her face, "I'm sorry."

Felicity watches him and remembers her mother's last moments; she was gone, really gone. "She's dead" Felicity states and Oliver nods. "She's dead" she repeats and sinks into Oliver. They both limp down to the floor, and he holds her tightly and rocks her back and forth like a baby whispering in her ear.

So I just killed Donna off; I don't know why I really like Donna. It was just the direction the story went in, and I am shocked. I still can't believe i killed Donna. Well, I hope yours enjoyed it, let me know how you think. :D