Note: Thanks for all the support, and sorry for the delay on this chapter.

Ever since she started working with Oliver and Diggle, Felicity had seen many things that she'd never thought possible. A machine that caused earthquakes, a man stabbed through the chest and coming back to life, a serum that gave super-strength and a violent temperament to match (and the thought of the Mirakuru made her automatically think of Barry, struck by lightning when the particle accelerator exploded, and still in a coma after six weeks), but this was the most unlikely of all. All the banners said the same thing.

MOIRA QUEEN FOR MAYOR

When Oliver had told her his mother was looking into going into politics, she'd never expected this. Neither had he, she could tell by his expression when he'd told her about it. The past weeks had gone by without any moves from Slade Wilson, which worried Oliver more than he cared to admit. And even though they all suspected Sebastian Blood, Isabel Rochev and someone in Queen Consolidated of working with Slade Wilson, all their investigations had come up with exactly zilch. Nothing. Zero. So life had gone on among Team Arrow ("Since when do we call us that?" "Since I decided on it, Oliver.") with the usual mix of bank robberies, armored car heists, and drug operations to break up. She'd even managed to spare a couple of weekends to visit Barry in hospital, though she had no idea what good it had done. It was just so wrong to see him like that – he was usually such a motor-mouth, so full of energy. Now he just lay there, attached to machines which beeped away his life.

Felicity shook her head to get rid of the image of that still figure in a hospital bed, and checked over the network again. She was at Verdant, helping Thea put together the final touches for Moira Queen's fundraiser. Even though both Oliver and his sister were initially doubtful of the idea, once they realised that it would help Moira get back into the swing of things again, they'd thrown themselves into her campaign with enthusiasm. She was being opposed by Sebastian Blood, a name which still made Felicity wince, and Laurel growl. But, try as she might, Laurel could not find any dirt on the alderman. She said it was because he covered his tracks too well, while others (including Oliver) might say that was because there was no dirt to find.

And anyway, they had their own changes in Team Arrow, which seemed to take priority over Laurel's one woman crusade against the unfortunately named alderman. It had been a strange day when they found out, a few weeks ago. Diggle had been called away from the foundry before she and Oliver had arrived – in fact, he'd been in such a hurry, he'd left the browser open on the main monitor, and when Felicity innocently maximised the window, a shocked squeak had erupted before she could control it. Oliver rushed in from the back room, just wearing the leather pants, which were still open, distracting her momentarily from what she'd seen on the screen.

"What happened? Felicity?"

"Mmm?"

She looked up to see his worried face. "Oh! Yes, yes . . . um . . . Diggle's been looking things up . . ."

She turned the monitor around to face him, so that Oliver could see the many millions of results Diggle got after he googled "baby supplies". She looked up at him, and was surprised by a smile on Oliver's face which could only be described as sappy.

"Diggle and Lyla are having a baby!"

She smiled too, though less mushily, she hoped, and gave Oliver a few seconds to wallow in it.

"Do not get any funny ideas, Oliver! I'm not ready to be a mom!"

He laughed and turned her chair around to face him, or rather, face his chest, and had her eyes drawn to his waistband, which was still gaping open. He cupped her chin and tilted her face up to where he was grinning down at her.

"But maybe one day? And my eyes are up here, Felicity!"

"Uh huh."

She quickly manoeuvred around his hand, giving his fingers a quick nibble to distract him while deftly unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers.

"Oh god . . . "

He gasped, and then groaned wordlessly as she slipped off the chair onto her knees and started licking his cock.

"Fel- ah . . . didn't we say not here - . . ."

She lifted her head and gave him a cheeky grin.

"You said that – I don't remember agreeing."

She tightened her grip on his cock, and raised her eyebrows.

"Maybe I should stop," she said, slowly, pretending she was considering it, while jacking his cock.

He groaned again.

"Please don't stop."

"And?"

"I'm sorry for interrupting you – please . . . "

She smirked at him, and licked a stripe up his cock while maintaining eye contact. She knew exactly what effect that had on him. He swallowed, and his cock twitched, and she knew what he was desperate for, as she slowly and tortuously slid her mouth down over his cock, as far as she could. She'd never realized what fun it was to make Oliver beg, she thought, as she started sucking hard. And this was a great opportunity – no Diggle in the lair, Oliver half in the Arrow suit . . . Also, she wanted to make this quick. Hopefully, by the time he came, he'd have forgotten all about the little episode of baby fever he'd had. Not that she didn't want kids. Eventually. But not right now. Oliver's hand tangled in her hair as he stroked her head, and she gave him a hum of approval in reward.

Felicity realised she was standing on the dance floor in Verdant, her finger on the screen of her tablet, lost in very erotic memories. She shivered as she remembered that when he'd come, Oliver had flipped her onto the medical examining table and had buried his face in her pussy for about an hour, making her very glad that Verdant wasn't open yet, because for sure someone would have heard the screaming. God, Oliver was so good at that. She sighed, blushing slightly at the memory. Not much patrolling had been done that night. She shook her head, and focussed on what needed to be done to make sure Moira's presentation would come off hitch-free. Just then, Oliver walked in, dressed in one of his Hugo Boss suits, and her mouth went dry. This was even better than the Arrow suit, she thought faintly – and then Oliver looked straight into her eyes and winked, knowing full well what kind of effect he had on her. Oh, it was on! Except it would have to wait, as Moira and her team followed him in. Felicity tried to sneak away, as she always did when Moira Queen was around, only to find a tall barrier between her and the entrance to the foundry. Diggle folded his arms and shook his head sternly, implying that she wasn't going to run off and hide from Moira this time.

After the press conference, the fundraiser proper began – and Moira had intense discussions with various representatives from city government, pledging her support, if elected. Felicity would have died before voicing the sarcastic thoughts in her head – one of them being the irony of Moira seeking support from the very people who'd arrested her and who had tried to sentence her to life imprisonment a few months ago. But I guess we're not talking about that anymore, she thought sardonically. She was sipping some white wine and watching Diggle, who was busy checking on all the security. He still hadn't told them about the baby, but she supposed that he would, when he was ready.

Oliver was providing support to his mom as she patiently listened to every blowhard with an issue to air, and Thea was directing the supply of drinks to the bar. She could even see Laurel, sitting at one of the tables, chatting with Sebastian Blood, of all people. Laurel had explained it to her as keeping an eye on the guy, and even though Felicity hadn't been sure of the importance of her task before, she was now, having caught him looking at Moira with daggers in his eyes. Did he really think Moira could win this, that she was a credible threat to his own campaign? Come on! The woman had been involved in the destruction of half the city last year! Felicity bit her lip and buried her face in her wine glass. These thoughts must never leave her head.

Soon enough, the party was over, and people started trickling out. Thea had told the janitorial staff to go home and clean up in the morning instead, and it was just Oliver, his mother, Thea, Diggle and Felicity left. All the other staff had been told to go home, and Thea had handed out celebratory glasses of champagne for everyone except herself. They were all sitting in the VIP lounge, and while Moira had given her a few curious looks earlier, she seemed to have accepted her as part of their team. Felicity was starting to feel very sleepy, and wondering if they were going downstairs for foundry duty after this, when she noticed a determined look come over Oliver's face. The effect was as good as an ice-cold shower to sober her up, as she sat up straight, wondering what he was up to. Oliver put his champagne glass down with a hard clink.

"Mom, Thea, there's something I want to tell you," he started, but he didn't get very far before he was interrupted by a horribly familiar voice.

"Let me guess, it isn't about me, is it?"

Like in one of those nightmares where you need to run but can't move, Felicity turned slowly to stare at the man who'd just emerged from one of the shadowy corners of the club. Everyone except Thea reacted to Malcolm Merlyn with varying degrees of shock and anger, but no surprise. Merlyn surveyed them all, one by one, and Felicity shuddered when his smirk widened as his eyes rested on her. He knew. Even if he hadn't before, he knew now. Was he going to use this to cause more trouble? But Thea didn't give him the chance.

"Oh my God! Malcolm Merlyn is still alive?"

Thea's voice was full of horror. She'd been texting with Roy for the past hour, and grabbed her phone off the table.

"Get away from us, or I'll call the cops!"

Malcolm smirked and folded his arms. No-one else moved. Thea looked around her in bewilderment.

"Ollie, why isn't anyone calling the cops?"

Malcolm moved closer, never taking his eyes off Thea.

"Maybe because they know something you don't, Thea!"

Oh, no, Felicity thought dully. He's going full Darth Vader on her.

"I don't understand . . . "

Thea's face started to register a look of suspicion as well as shock. Diggle was trying to reach for his gun, but Oliver shook his head – too many non-combatants around, Felicity guessed.

"Thea, I am your father."

Oh, this is so bad, Felicity thought, as she put her head in her hands, unwilling to see any more after registering Thea's horrified face.

"No! You're lying! Mom, tell me he's lying!"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true," Felicity moaned despairingly under her breath, though not low enough to prevent Oliver from hearing her, and shooting her a look which managed to mix in 'not, now, honey' with the usual fondness she saw directed towards her.

Oliver got up, and glared at Merlyn. She hoped he wasn't going to beat Merlyn up - wait, what was she saying? Oh, this crazy family was going to be the death of her. But no, Oliver didn't throw any punches.

"Get out, Merlyn."

"You can't keep me from my daughter!"

Oliver lost it. That was the only way Felicity could describe what happened next – an enraged outburst which she'd never seen from Oliver before.

"Your daughter? You didn't give a fuck about Thea during the Undertaking, when you told me you were going to murder both my mother and my sister! Get out!"

"I didn't know she was-"

"Do not finish that sentence, Malcolm!" Moira's voice was icily enraged.

She got up and stalked towards Malcolm. "You heard my son, get out!"

Felicity started to get a little nervous. They were being awfully cavalier with the merciless killer, here. But Malcolm only had eyes for Thea, and once he saw that she was close to tears, raised his arms in surrender.

"I'll leave, for now. But you can't keep me away from her forever."

He melted away into the shadows, and once again Felicity wondered where exactly he'd learned all his ninja skills – she was sure Oliver had set the alarms after the last party guest had left, so how'd he even get in the club?

Thea stormed down the stairs, her mother and Oliver following close behind. Oliver managed to hiss a few words over his shoulder.

"Let me get them both home, and I'll meet you two back here."

Felicity nodded, and they were all gone.

"Man, that family has some drama!"

Diggle was passing his hands over his head, repeatedly. Felicity got up and stretched, trying to loosen the cricks in her back. And even though she should have been traumatised and upset, she really wasn't. A mass murderer was just here, she thought. And I'm . . . ok.

"I think I'm becoming desensitized to it, Digg," she said, thoughtfully.

Diggle laughed, and shook his head.

"You better, if you're going to be one of them!"

She gave him a mock frown, and then brightened.

"Hey, let's go to the foundry – I wanted to check if there are paparazzi still following them."

Diggle looked quizzical.

"How are you going to- Felicity, what did you do?"

"Well, I'm not going to say I hacked all the traffic cams on the route from here to the Queen Mansion if you don't."

Diggle was right. She'd realised a while ago that if she couldn't handle this kind of thing, becoming part of the Queen family was not for her. And she did want to become part of the family, she realised. For Oliver.

"I didn't even know there were so many traffic cams to hack," Diggle said plaintively as they went down the stairs to the foundry.

"Uh huh."

"Felicity? What's with the shifty eyes?"

Felicity walked rapidly to the monitors, and started bringing up the "traffic cams", half of which she'd secretly installed. She looked back at Diggle, sheepishly, only to find him beaming at her, an admiring look on his face.

"You are something else, Felicity!"

She smiled, and then frowned.

"Is that a good thing? That's a good thing, right?"

He grinned.

"It's a good thing. Now, let's see if we can spot the limo . . . huh. That's weird."

Felicity spun around to look at the various frames showing the cam footage.

"What? What's weird?"

"A lot of activity going on . . . but only in certain areas. There's a roadblock here," he said, pointing to a square on the screen. "Then there's roadworks here, but the workers aren't doing anything. They're just standing around. And then, over here," he said, pointing to another part of the screen, "there's a water main burst, and more of the street being cordoned off. What are the chances all these things happened at the same time, and tonight?"

Felicity looked back at the screen. Now that he'd pointed it out, she could see the pattern. Diggle got in closer.

"There's the limo. They wanted to use the road with the water main but had to go back – oh, shit. Felicity, they're being boxed in!"

Felicity was already frantically tapping out Oliver's number, and for a few horrible seconds, she thought he wouldn't answer. Then, when he did, she could hear female voices arguing in the background. Oliver's voice, when it came, sounded a little strained.

"Felicity . . . this isn't the best time-"

"Oliver, you have to listen to me!"

She cut through his words frantically, with a feeling that they were already too late. Diggle leaned over her to yell into her phone.

"Oliver, we can see you on the traffic cams – you're being boxed in! You gotta get out of there!"

Immediately, she heard Oliver's voice yelling instructions at the driver, and on the screen, the limo stopped, and started to reverse. Too slow, Felicity thought, numbly. Too late. Time slowed to a crawl as she watched another car come out of nowhere, and crash into the side of the limo. Was that where Oliver had been sitting, she thought distantly, as black spots appeared in front of her eyes. The phone dropped from her nerveless fingers, but Diggle rescued it, shouting desperately into the receiver.

"Oliver! Can you hear me? Oliver!"

Felicity couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. She kept watching the screen, helplessly, as, one by one, her cameras went dark.

Notes: My Felicity always sees Star Wars parallels, and can quote from The Empire Strikes Back at the drop of a hat. And I like her that way.