This Story takes place after heir to the demon

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Felicity was in a very good mood when she stepped into the basement of Verdant. Last night over a glass of wine she had told Oliver about her past. He had been incredibly understanding and he had even opened up to her too, telling her about the beginning of his time on the island, about his fears and the grief he had felt after the death of his father. When they had said goodbye, Oliver had hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear that she was very special to him and that he never wanted to lose her again in his life.

Felicity had been unable to sleep half the night, too many thoughts running through her mind. What if there was something more between them from his side? Shaking her head, she entered the code for the basement door, stepped inside…and froze dead in her tracks. Oliver was standing with his back to her in front of the surgical table, shirtless, his pants around his ankles, and kissing a blonde woman sitting on the table – Sara. He moaned as he pulled her even closer against her. Felicity's breath caught in her throat, while the rest of her body felt paralyzed. The last evening, their talk, his words, all of it had been a sham. Tears flooded her eyes, of anger, desperation and shame at her own thoughts. She turned around and ran out the door, not caring that it slammed shut with a loud bang behind her. She needed to get away and fast.

Oliver and Sara paused for a moment. "What was that?" Oliver asked.

"It's not important, Oliver, the only thing that matters right now is this here," Sara said, kissing him again and wrapping her legs tighter around his waist.

Oliver freed himself from her grip. "Sara, stop… this… we can't do this…"

Sara looked at him questioningly, but before she could say anything Oliver continued. "Sara, there is a connection between us and I still have feelings for you, but they're just not strong enough to…"

Sara jumped down from the table and put her clothes back on. "Oliver, you love her and she loves you. I already saw that the last time I was in Starling City."

Oliver pulled up his pants and closed the zipper before he looked at Sara apologetically. "I'm sorry, but this playboy image from before… that's just not me anymore." He raked a hand through his hair.

Sara smiled at him. "Tell her, Oliver, okay?"

"It's not that simple. I'm not good for her."

"I think she'd disagree. She's working amost 24/7 for you. She risks her life for you."

Oliver raised his hand. "That's exactly the point. She risks her life and I don't want her to do that."

"You want to stay away from women for the rest of your life? Oliver, do you think she'll wait for you forever? She's not exactly bad looking. Even I could be interested," Sara said, wanting to challenge Oliver.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to worry?"

Sara laughed. "No, you don't".

Oliver scrubbed a hand across his face. "What about you and Nyssa?"

Sara leaned back against the table. "I love Nyssa, but I don't want to kill anymore."

"She released you from the League in her father's name. He will cast her out or worse, kill her."

Sara lowered her eyes to the floor. "I know, and that's why I have to find her. I have to disappear with her. This thing here between us was supposed to be my goodbye to you."

"I wish you the best of luck."

"For you too, Oliver. In my own way I will always love you. And as for Felicity, grab your chance to be happy before it's too late." Sara grabbed her things and left.

Oliver looked at his watch. One o'clock. Where was Felicity? She had wanted to be here half an hour ago. He grabbed his phone and dialed her number, but she didn't pick up.

How could she have been so stupid? After last night Felicity had really thought that there was more between them, but friendship was all there was – and she began to doubt even that. Yes, Oliver felt something for her, he was there for her, but more like a big brother, like Diggle. Felicity started to cry. She had trusted him with something she had never told another person in her life. He had been so understanding and compassionate, he had made her feel that nothing and no one would hurt her, and now he had been the one to hurt her the most.

Her phone rang, but she ignored it. She just knew that it was Oliver and he was the last person she wanted to talk to right now. On impulse, she opened her closet and haphazardly threw an armful of clothes into a bag, before she took her phone and sent a text message to Oliver.

I'm sick. I won't come into the office or to Verdant for a few days, but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm sure Sara will be a perfect replacement. Felicity."

She hit send, but immediately regretted it. The text sounded like pure jealousy. Felicity gritted her teeth, disabled her GPS, picked up her car keys and left.

She had no idea where she was headed. There was her mother, but after Oliver and Sara she was the third last person Felicity wanted to see. she didn't have any other friends or family, but right now she only cared about getting out of Starling City as far and as fast as possible.

"Damn!" Oliver put his phone down on the desk. Why didn't she answer? He was getting a bad feeling about this. Their talk last night had been very personal. Felicity had told him about her devastating past, trembling, crying and apparently ashamed. Had it all been too much for her?

His phone signaled an incoming message. Oliver snatched it up and looked at the display. A text from Felicity. He took a deep breath, relief spreading through his chest, only to be immediately squashed when he read the message. Damn, damn, damn…he cursed silently. So somebody had indeed come into the basement when he and Sara had been practically glued together. And the message showed that it must have been Felicity. She had to think he was the worst kind of cad. Oliver felt almost physically sick as he grabbed his jacket and ran up the stairs, all but colliding with Diggle, who had just opened the door.

"Wow, Oliver, where's the fire? Do we have a new case?"

Oliver grimaced. "I need to find Felicity."

Immediately the bodyguard's expression changed. The IT girl was very important to him he saw her as a little sister. "What happened?"

"I was with her last night and she told me about her past. And just now I got a text message from her. I think she walked in on me and Sara as we…."

Diggle closed his eyes. "Don't say it. Oliver, you're such a damned idiot."

"I know, and I told Sara that I can't do this. I feel more for Felicity; I've somehow known all this time, but after last night I'm absolutely sure."

"Oliver, I hope you're going to fix this," Diggle said, giving Oliver a hard look. "You're my boss and my partner, but Felicity is like a little sister for me. If you her, you have me to deal with."

"I know, John, and I wouldn't forgive myself if…." Oliver answered and left Verdant.