She'd never been so happy and proud to walk into Queen Consolidated as the executive assistant to Oliver Queen. Maybe it was the fact that she felt incredibly confident or maybe it was just the fact that she felt like they were walking in with a parade of people in order to change the future of Queen Consolidated. All of the Queens were present and Felicity was still effectively avoiding eye contact with Moira Queen.

Felicity had pulled on one of her more professional dresses, color and cut. It wasn't that her other clothes were unprofessional, this one just screamed more ready for a board meeting than just Oliver Queen's executive assistant. The whole idea was that they needed to look as serious as they were about to talk. She and Thea had worked up an insanely creative and smart presentation to show the board. They were going to take Queen Consolidated into the future… They were going to make it a company that would make the world better…

"Are we sure about this?"

She just smiled as he paused outside of the boardroom. Felicity turned to him and took a moment to fix his tie and to brush some lint from his shoulder. "You just let Thea and I handle things…"

"Then why am I here?" Oliver teased.

"To look pretty," Thea chimed in.

"Have I mentioned how grown up you look?"

Thea just grinned.

It was a little odd. She felt like she belonged with that family. It wasn't just her, Thea, and Oliver. It was Diggle, Roy, and Moira too. Everyone was dressed up and looking like they belonged there. Walter would be showing up soon as well, to rally support in a different way. This really was Oliver Queen's family. The family that she knew that she didn't belong to, but she was glad that she could fit in here and there with.

"No matter what happens in there," Oliver said. "Thank you all...for trying." He looked at everyone of them in turn.

"That speech really sucked," Felicity told him. "This is why you're going to sit there and look pretty."

"Cheeky."

She grinned at Walter's voice and turned towards him. "Mr. Steele. It's so good to see you again."

"Ms. Smoak," Walter greeted. "Are we just planning on hanging around the hallway?"

"Just telling Oliver that he's to keep his mouth shut and to look pretty," Thea said as she turned to Walter as well.

Walter turned to Oliver and put his hand on his shoulder. "I'm fairly sure that I'm here to look like additional support and possibly intimidate…whoever they expect me to stare down." He paused for a moment before speaking to Oliver again. "I'm not sure if you've found this out yet, Son, but oftentimes it's the smartest thing to just listen to their direction and smile."

"I think I'm learning that," Oliver replied.

Felicity smiled at him and he smiled back, he seemed to be okay with this. He really didn't have a choice. This was it. It was now or never. This was the chance they'd been waiting for ever since before Oliver had landed in the hospital.

"We shouldn't keep them waiting," Walter announced.

"He's right," Moira chimed in.

It was a little odd to see, but heart warming at the same time. Walter moved to the front of the group, up with Moira. For a moment, it was like Felicity forgot that the two were no longer together. She knew that Walter had seen them while she'd been with Merlyn, she wondered if perhaps there was hope for reconcile…

"Showtime," she said as she turned to Oliver as they all started to file into the room.

One thing they'd known for sure was that Isabel Rochev was not going to easily give up the company, but they weren't going to give her a choice. Their presentation and plans for the company were very carefully thought out and ready to be presented. It was one of those presentations that didn't give you a reason to say 'no' or so Felicity hoped.

. . .

"It could have gone better," she voiced nervously as she stared out the window of the car. They'd driven over in two cars, it was just her, Oliver, and Diggle. Oliver's hand was suddenly right above her knee. That brought her attention from the window over to his smiling face.

"You and Thea did an amazing job," Oliver told her.

"But was it enough?"

"It was all we had…and I think that come Monday, we're going to receive a call," Oliver said.

"That's a very vague reply to a 'yes' or 'no' question," she told him with a little irritation. "Queen Consolidated should be in Queen hands…" Felicity sighed. "I suppose at least it was a good sign that she hadn't already tried to have it accepted into Stellmoor International or renamed it Rochev Consolidated."

"You definitely shocked Isabel," Diggle spoke up. "Not only with the presentation, but you could tell…just from our presence… From all the Queens being there…and Mr. Steele…"

"I'm sure she didn't expect to see Walter there supporting the family even though he'd done it before," Oliver agreed.

"Is he and your mother…?" Felicity questioned. This was her chance to try to get her inklings answered.

"I don't know," Oliver responded truthfully. "It would be nice to see, especially with how poorly she's taken…most things these last couple of weeks…"

"Speaking of things these last few weeks," Diggle said. "I need to look over, Felicity, to make sure that wound is healing… I still think we should have had a doctor look at it—"

"It would have raised too many questions," she said. "It's fine…but I would love Doctor Digg's second opinion." She grinned at him via the rear view mirror. He smiled back and shook his head.

Oliver wrapped an arm around her and pulled her as close as he could with seat belts interfering. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I was thinking…maybe the three of us should go out to lunch…just us…"

"Didn't you tell your mother that we'd all go home for lunch?" Diggle asked.

"Yes…"

"She already hates me, Oliver—" Felicity started, but was cut off.

"She doesn't, but I was thinking I could text Roy and Thea… Maybe they could have their own lunch and leave mom with Walter…"

"I'm just letting you know this now," Felicity told him. "I'm going to be at my apartment to avoid coming under fire tonight."

"All of your things are at the mansion."

"Not everything," Felicity told him. "You really don't know how much closet space a woman can occupy…"

Oliver smiled at her. "Your toothbrush is there."

"I have a back-up."

Diggle snorted.

Felicity shook her head. "Your mother is going to think it was my idea… She has some delusion that she has these two angelic children. I know that a mother loves her children, but this is getting ridiculous. Has she met you and Thea? She has to know what your records look like…even if she's tried to banish most of them…"

Oliver just stared at her. "Like you said, a mother loves her children…"

She rolled her eyes and looked back to the quickly changing landscape out her window. She supposed that at least for the moment, Moira Queen wasn't trying to fire her and Diggle…again. There were small victories. Though, if this didn't work, she was sure that come Monday that it would be on Moira Queen's list of things to do.

"So, what did we decide?" Diggle asked.

"Already texted Thea, she and Roy are going to disappear from sight as soon as is possible. So, that leaves the three of us free for lunch…"

. . .

"You two didn't have to leave like that," Oliver told them as he joined them out in front of the restaurant.

"It was very business-y…and we're still 'the help'," Felicity pointed out. She gestured to herself and then Diggle in turn. "Executive assistant to CEO and black driver for CEO…"

Oliver rolled his eyes at her. Felicity was sure that Diggle was amused. "He had wanted to congratulate you on such a prepared and thought out presentation… You and Thea amazed the board. He's only one member, but he says that he can say with a good amount of confidence that he believes that Queen Consolidated with be back in Queen hands by Tuesday."

Felicity beamed. "I'm glad." She'd done it all for Oliver. To get him back where he needed. Having a job, especially with benefits, was also a good perk. He was right though, they all needed to protect their 'secret identities' as Team Arrow by making sure that their real world personas were out there. Being unemployed would likely lend to finger pointing in their direction.

"Ask her out already!" Diggle shouted.

Felicity looked between the rear view mirror and Oliver. It wasn't a secret how they felt, but she hadn't expected Diggle to just come out and say that! Plus, wasn't there some kind of superhero rule about dating people that you worked with? She knew that Oliver worried about her safety… But they needed each other. That was really the end of it.

"Thanks Digg," Oliver mumbled.

He looked at her and she had to look away. Was he going to ask her? Was this going to be the start to an actual relationship? Could they even do it? Felicity felt like crying simply because the day had been so much so far, she didn't know if she could stand any more. Did she love Oliver? Yes. Had she hoped for something more? Yes. Had she honestly expected it? No. Oliver had been trying to hard to keep her at arm's length.

"Felicity," he whispered as he directed her face back around. "Can we just talk? Tonight? At dinner?" He looked in Diggle's direction. "Without an audience?"

"I'm going to find out later anyways…"

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped from her lips. The three of them were close and she was sure that Diggle would be filled in on what happened, but sometimes it was nice for just her and Oliver to have some time together. It was rare and far in between.

"Okay," she finally whispered.

"Good."

"I'm still not walking into that house with you after what you pulled at lunch," she told him. Felicity watched his face, he just looked amused. Even though she knew that Moira was happy with the presentation, she'd congratulated her and Thea on it a few times, Felicity still didn't feel like she was on good ground with the Queen family matriarch.

"Felicity—"

"She'll blame me—"

"She won't—"

"She probably will," Diggle spoke up.

"You're not helping," Oliver argued.

"Just trying to save us all from the wrath of your mother along with the blowout that's going to come from Felicity being upset," Diggle told him.

"John's a wise man," Felicity told Oliver as he pointed towards Diggle. "You should take lessons…"

"Hey!" Oliver complained. "I can make good decisions!"

"When it comes to women?"

"Life is all about learning from your mistakes, right?"

"Normally, people learn a little faster," Diggle pointed out.

Oliver seemed a little annoyed, but more in the play sense. Felicity doubted that he was really upset with him. After all, they'd been the only two he could be completely honest with for so long. They were probably still the people he was closest to. "You two don't give me any slack, do you?"

"It's better this way."

Felicity beamed at him. "Someone's got to treat you like a normal person," she said. She leaned against him and let her head fall onto his shoulder. This was how it should always be. She knew that their circle had to grow a bit, but she still hoped that they were always this close.

. . .

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere quiet."

"I'd appreciate quiet."

"I thought you might," he told her. "Plus, no crowd…no audience of any kind…"

Felicity smiled. She'd half thought that he'd have bought out a restaurant for the night. She wouldn't have liked that, with people just staring at them. Plus, she really hadn't dressed for it. She was wearing a bright pink blouse, black skirt with a dachshund mutli-color print, bright pink heels, and a black coat. She really wasn't in the mood for a formal atmosphere; especially if it was going to be them talking about their relationship and anything else was also really possible.

The car pulled to a stop and Felicity looked around. It was dark and Felicity realized that she had no idea where they were. She didn't know every bit of Starling City or The Glades, but this definitely didn't seem familiar. There were clusters of trees and there was just a lot of green in general. Maybe she should have paid more attention during the drive instead of staring at Oliver so much.

"Where are we?"

"You trust me, right?" he asked.

"You know I do," she responded.

"Then let's get out of the car," Oliver told her as he pulled the key from the ignition. "And you'll find out…"

"Quiet and no audience, right?" she asked, trying to get confirmation into what she was getting herself into. She unlatched her seat belt and had her hand on the door handle as she waited for his response.

"That was the plan," Oliver replied. "I can't help it if people happen to have the same idea as I did, though."

They both got out of the car and Oliver was at the back, pulling things from the trunk. Felicity went around to inspect what was going on and found that Oliver was trying to balance far too many things. At this rate, whatever he had planned would be ruined because he was going to drop it all on the ground.

"I can help," Felicity offered. "Unless this is some kind of guy thing…where they have to manage to carry a whole trunk full of items over in one swoop… As fit as you are, I don't think that's going to happen without food on the ground…"

He laughed before he was handing her a folded blanket and a bottle of wine.

Felicity stared at the wine. "Are you planning on getting me drunk, Mr. Queen?" she teased.

"I have more," he said as he gestured to the two extra bottles in his trunk. "But I think we'll be okay with one…unless I really screw up…then I have back-up."

She just smiled in response. "So, are you going to clue me in yet?"

"You'll see," Oliver told her as he closed the trunk. He was carrying a small box with Chinese food boxes and had slung a bag over his shoulder.

Felicity didn't know what was in the bag, but she assumed that it contained glasses or cups of some kind unless they were drinking directly from the bottle…and maybe a bottle opener. She was fairly sure that there was no wine with a twist off top. She followed him as he headed towards the trees. She looked around, the place was vacant. "Should we even be here?"

"It's fine," Oliver told her. "We're not going to get into any trouble."

"I feel like this is one of those places where you're not supposed to occupy after the sun goes down."

"I have permission."

"It's like the actual asking type of permission, right? Not the, I'm Oliver Queen, kind of permission?"

"What?"

"I just want to make sure we're not going to end up in jail for trespassing."

"I doubt we'd be thrown in jail even if we didn't have permission," Oliver said as he shook his head as they continued.

"You really aren't buddy-buddy with cops," Felicity countered.

They were on a small trail and it only took another second before the large tree with the handmade swing came into view. It was like some kind of nature park…or maybe it was a place where people got married. Felicity didn't know, but it was beautiful. Trees, shrubs, flowers, green, everywhere.

"True," Oliver responded. "But we have permission." He stopped and set down the items that he'd been carrying before taking the blanket from her. He spread it out and then sat down and started to arrange everything.

It took Felicity a moment before she finally sat down as well and set the wine out between them. This really was a nice change. A late night picnic. It was a little creepy, but she knew that Oliver would keep her safe from the creepy shadows. As if he sensed her thoughts on the creep factor of things, he pulled out some battery-operated candles and spread them out once he had turned them on. It didn't matter that they were battery-operated. They were just as beautiful and romantic as the real thing.

"I hope this is acceptable," he said as he started to open the Chinese food. "Hopefully it's not horrible that I think it's perfectly fine eating out of the to-go boxes with chopsticks."

Felicity laughed. "Good thing that I'm not worried about catching germs from you," she teased. She picked up a chopstick set, separated them, and then started to examine the choices that Oliver had made as far as the food went. "I'm pretty sure we practically do this at the Foundry…"

"We normally have our own boxes," Oliver argued as he dove into a box with his chopsticks.

"You and Digg are always swiping my stuff when you think I'm done," Felicity argued. "I'm normally just too shocked or trying to be nice that I don't point out that I wasn't done with it."

Oliver smiled. "Well, you know, we were more worried that it would go to waste."

"No food ever goes to waste when you and Digg are around," Felicity pointed out.

"Fair."

"So… You do get points for all of this… It's beautiful…"

"They hold events here… There's a hedge maze and a kids' area on the other side," Oliver explained as he vaguely waved his hand in the direction he was talking about. "I thought it would be fun…and it's quiet…and less chance of us getting interrupted than if we were at an actual public park…"

"Are we going to be serious talking or…just talking about random things?" Felicity asked. "Or should I not ask that?" she added a moment later, cringing slightly. Felicity was nervous. It was a little sad, but she was. She supposed that it was because everything was different between them. She wanted to be with Oliver, but then at the same time she hadn't really expected it…even if they'd been close. Felicity wasn't even sure if she was ready for it.

He'd told her so many times that he loved her.

She loved him.

But it wasn't that easy. It wasn't like some Disney princess movie. That wasn't enough in her life…in their life. There was real danger. There were traumas on both ends. There would be a lot to work through. A relationship wouldn't be easy. Felicity didn't even know if it was smart because of Team Arrow (she was determined to keep Team Arrow going as much as Queen Consolidated).

"It's okay," he said. Oliver let out a chuckle. "I don't think I've been so nervous to talk to you," he admitted. "I figured you knew why we were here…"

"Because Digg told you to ask me out?"

Oliver nodded.

"You don't have to," Felicity told him. "I was just as surprised when he said that—"

"It's not that I don't want to," Oliver said quickly. "It's just… I had thought about waiting…"

"We can wait," she piped up. Felicity didn't know how to feel about that. He was obviously nervous. Possibly just as nervous as she was. Was it just because they both were a little worried about what the future would bring? "No rushing…"

"I'm not rushing," Oliver said gently. "I just… I know things are in motion. We haven't gotten the green light for Queen Consolidated from the board. The last several months have been a lot on both of us… We're both settling back in… And—"

"Oliver," Felicity interrupted. She reached out and put her hand on his. "It's okay if you're not ready."

"I want to be," Oliver told her slowly and quietly.

"So do I," Felicity confirmed.

"I just feel like—" He paused.

"Oliver?"

"I just feel like I don't want to ever let you far from my sight again," he admitted. "I want us to live together…even if it's separate bedrooms." Oliver sighed. "That sounds kind of creepy…"

Felicity laughed. "I understand what you mean… About living together." She paused for a moment. "I'm so much more comfortable with you close by… I know I'm safe… And—and I love you… I want there to be more of a physical relationship between us, but—"

"You're not ready?"

"No," she barely whispered and looked down. She fidgeted. Felicity let a few tears fall. She didn't know how long it was going to take her to heal. She had thought that if she was with someone that she loved and truly trusted that it would be okay. Oliver was that person. But it wasn't okay. Sometimes it was and sometimes it wasn't.

Oliver with quiet as he confided a truth. "I'm not either."

Silence passed between them.

"I went to the island to find myself… I came back and found you…and it was like then, I started to heal…" Oliver tried to explain. "That time on the island, it wasn't the rehab everyone hoped it would be…" He looked directly at her. "You're my anchor in this world, Felicity…"

She got up on her knees and reached across to place her hands on either side of his face. Her thumbs brushed his cheeks. Felicity moved her face, so that it was only a few inches from his. "And I will always be here for you, Oliver…" she whispered. Tears fell from her face. She leaned in and kissed him, but only for a moment. She pulled back and dropped one of his hands to his heart. "But one day, I might not be here…and you have to remember that I'm still with you…"

"Don't—"

"I'm always here with you, Oliver," she said with more emphasis as she pressed her hand a bit heavier against him.

"So, where does that leave us?" he asked as he looked up at her.

Felicity smiled. She stroked his cheek as she stared into his eyes. "I think we're both on the same page… I love you. You love me. We're not quite ready for everything. I think, though, that maybe we could talk about living together…if that's what you want too…but not at the Queen Mansion." Felicity still was terrified of having to run into Moira Queen and having to endure looks or comments.

Plus, they needed space…

"I want to," Oliver told her. He let out a low laugh. "It's a big step…probably the biggest step I've ever committed to up until this point in my life." He smiled at her. Oliver pushed the Chinese boxes to the side and pulled her closer. They kissed and he held onto her.

Felicity didn't want to let go. "This might change things, though…"

"Like what?"

"How would it look if you dated your assistant?"

"Does it count if we're dating before I'm reinstated as CEO?"

"Yes."

Oliver was quiet for a moment. "Can we both be CEO?"

"I'll pass, thanks," she responded with a laugh. She pulled back and looked at him. "I'm pretty sure that the whole point of the presentation to the board was to reinstate the Queens to running Queen Consolidated…"

"If we didn't both agree that not rushing was a good plan, I'd suggest a way to still make that possible," Oliver teased.

"So slow," she warned, holding up a hand. Felicity moved away from him and sat back on the blanket. She had to admit, though, it wasn't like she couldn't see herself being with Oliver in a year…or even farther. There was also the fact that she could see herself waking up every morning in bed with him, in his arms.

"I didn't mean to push, I was just saying…out loud…what I was thinking… You're rubbing off on me," he told her. He looked confused at first and then smiled at her. "I just… There's so much that's going on and that's gone on. You're my constant."

"You do realize that I'm probably not the most healthy person for you to decide to move into."

"Just as long as you realize it goes the same for me," Oliver countered.

And she'd known that.

Oliver hadn't been the healthiest person to be friends with or close to for a long time. The island had changed him in many ways. A lot of what Oliver brought along with him were skeletons in his closet…sometimes he didn't even know they were there. One thing was for sure, they couldn't let the ghosts haunt them…

"What about your mom?" Felicity asked suddenly. The only reason the mansion had been so crowded was because of Oliver. Roy and Thea normally didn't stay there. Neither did she or Diggle. Sara also didn't normally hide out there. So, with everyone gone…plus Oliver, that left only Moira.

"Let's just hope that mom reconciles with Walter."

Felicity beamed a bit more. "You might have to push them together for more meals…"

"I think that they might catch on…"

"Maybe they might not mind being tricked."

"Does this mean we're really doing this?"

"As long as we find a place. Not mine. Not yours. A place where we can make a fresh start. Together."

"I like that."

"And…it has to be something we agree on… We need to do the apartment hunting together… Not something crazy…"

Oliver smiled. "I think simple is the best idea."

"Simple and intimate," Felicity agreed. Now she couldn't wait to go apartment hunting with Oliver. She wasn't sure what Diggle had hoped would happen, but she doubted that he'd expect this. She doubted anyone would expect them to just jump to moving in together. "Also, how are you going to tell your mother? I'm still fairly sure she expects you to marry Laurel…or someone else from your childhood…"

"My mother loves you."

"She really doesn't."

"She's working on it."

Felicity just stared at him. "You're doing it when I'm not there."

. . .

Queen Consolidated was back on track, or so she liked to think. Oliver was the CEO again, even though Isabel was still there. She'd acted like it was a big relief and a load off of her plate, but Felicity knew that she was pissed. Isabel was still going to be an obstacle and she'd made it particularly clear that she didn't like her relationship with Oliver. Oliver had already talked to HR or something in which she had to sign something about their relationship and being professional and something else about sexual harassment. Basically, Felicity knew that she had to be professional, which wasn't a problem.

"Mr. Queen."

"Ms. Smoak."

This was how it was everyday. It didn't mean that things were dull between them. It wasn't. It was actually even better than she'd thought. She and Oliver had been living together for a month now and things were getting better everyday. They exchanged smiles, looks, and banter at work. Oliver had flowers delivered to the office once a week. Felicity would always hide the card away since Isabel tended to be nosey, but she always knew whom they were from. But they'd steal kisses away when they were out on their way to lunch.

Their relationship wasn't what mattered at QC though. The company was doing well. Morale even was reported to be up. The company was doing well with the community as well as with consumers as well. The board was overjoyed by the numbers, they were better than before but not enough to keep Oliver in the best of favor with them just yet.

"Are you ready for your plans this evening?"

"Which ones?"

Oliver grinned. "You have multiple plans?"

"I always have a standing date."

"Oh?"

"He requires my professional expertise…"

"So do I."

"He's a hero."

"Should I be jealous?"

Felicity beamed. "Insecure?"

"He sounds like he takes up a lot of your time."

"It seems like almost all of my time is spent with him…" Felicity continued to play along. She smiled at him. "But before I leave… I need to remind you to look over that e-mail from Ms. Rochev in your inbox."

"I don't think it's in there."

"Oh, it's in there. She CC-ed me. She made a point of making a point of making sure that I knew that you needed to reply to that e-mail before five-fifteen. You have five minutes to do that."

"It can wait—"

"No. Do it."

"Felicity—"

"Do it, Oliver. QC business has to be complete by the end of everyday before we leave. That's what we said," Felicity reminded him firmly. She knew that sometimes Oliver liked to push things off to the next day, but things that involved Isabel Rochev could not be delayed. They couldn't get into any hot water with her or the board. "We still have plenty of time before we have to leave for dinner."

"It's going to take me—"

"It'll give me enough time to run home and change," Felicity told him. "You're okay with me meeting you there, right?"

"Why do you need to change?" he asked curiously.

Normally, Felicity wouldn't change between Queen Consolidated and reporting in for her night job at the Foundry. But today she'd just decided she was done wearing the tight form fitting grey and blue dress she'd been wearing all day. Felicity just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable and less formal. It wasn't often that she was allowed to dress casually because of her job…and because it just made more sense not to change in between QC and Team Arrow.

"I just want to change…be a little more comfortable," Felicity told him. "It's been a long day…in heels… Jeans, shirt, and flats would make a big difference."

"Do you still want Chinese?"

Felicity nodded. "But…I was thinking that maybe you should request John to join us… It would be nice…"

"What about Speedy and Roy?"

"I wasn't sure if you'd be up for another family meal after last night," Felicity teased.

Oliver grinned. "This is a little different of a family meal…"

"You're right, you and Thea will somehow initiate food throwing…"

He laughed. "Thea always starts it."

Felicity looked around. No one was around. Normally, most people fled the building fairly quickly once the day was done. She leaned in and kissed him quickly before straightening again. "No food fighting tonight," she told him. "E-mail Isabel. Text everyone. Call in the food."

"What are you going to do?"

"Magic."

"Magic?"

"Do you think that being a genius requires me to merely show up every night?" she teased.

Oliver smiled at her. "What does it require?"

"A lot."

"Flowers?"

"Flowers do help with morale…" Felicity told him. "But so does taking a quick shower… Making hair cooperate… Finding something that is both comfy and not distracting. Last time I wore my panda shoes, Roy kept running into things… I think they distracted him too much."

"Oh-kay…"

"I'll see you soon," she whispered.

Felicity hadn't been sure about how their relationship would work out, but it was this great thing. It wasn't as intimate as most people probably expected it to be, but that didn't mean that they were any less close. They were incredibly close and Oliver had becoming more observant. Maybe it was because he was more aware that he needed to become better at seeing things right in front of him, especially when it involved her or maybe it was just a superpower he was slowly developing.

"Soon," he echoed.

Felicity gathered up her coat and headed out after giving him one last wave.

When Malcolm Merlyn had given her the choice all those months ago, Felicity had never expected to be there. She'd never expected to have a second chance at her life. Never to have a second chance at really loving working at Queen Consolidated, even as Oliver's executive assistant.

A second chance at loving Oliver Queen. At being happy and being in a healthy (for the most part) relationship with communication, respect, and boundaries. They both might not be the best people as far as being one hundred percent as far as physical and mental checks, but they were healing. Felicity and Oliver had really been perfecting communicating between the two of them and respecting the other's boundaries.

This second chance…it was almost like being given another life…

. . .

The End