Once the bullet was removed and the wound sutured, Sara started to carefully wipe away the smeared blood on Felicity's shoulder. The leather jacket and the yellow top the computer specialist wore tonight were discarded somewhere, and she was wearing only one of Oliver's shirts that he kept in the lair in a case of emergency.

And since she was wearing only that the guys were politely facing the other way, giving them some privacy.

Diggle sat on the office chair. He was obviously tired, they all were, and just wanted to go home and get some sleep. But before that he wanted to make sure his friend got home safely. Right now Felicity was in no shape to drive, not with the strong drug in her system. He told her it was a simple Aspirin, but it was obvious by the way she was disoriented slightly that it was something way stronger.

Oliver didn't bother to hide his amusement when he whispered to the younger man he actually gave her Oxicodine.

She refused Lydocaine, saying not to get that syringe anywhere near her, so this was the only remaining option that would allow Sara to treat her bullet wound.

A dark shape appeared once she cleaned away the blood and Sara stared in shock at the mark on Felicity's shoulder. A dark mark that matched the one her soulmate had on his shoulder. But usually they are on the same place. She never heard of the marks that weren't identical in shape and position.

"It's fitting, isn't it?" the injured woman was a bit loopy from the medication, but it also gave her the courage to finally say out loud the things she promised herself she never will.

"What...?" Sara looked at her, noticing the two men, who were till then turned away to give them some privacy, had done the same.

"Tockman, he shot me in my soulmate mark. It's fitting that it's destroyed now."

"You shouldn't say stuff like that Felicity." Dig approached her slowly, respectfully looking at her face and not the pink bra that was peeking from under the unbuttoned blue shirt, and took her hand in his. She was a bright and cheerful person, she shouldn't feel bitter about anything.

"Why not Dig? It's not like it means anything, my mark. Right Oliver?" her blue eyes focused on the man that was still rooted on the same spot, "It's covered mostly, but sometimes the cutouts on my clothes don't hide it completely so you must have seen it a few times... I never saw yours... it's under the dragon, isn't it?"

"The dragon is on Oliver's left shoulder blade, Felicity." Sara reminded her, "Your soulmate mark, although looks like his is on your right, and that is-"

"Mirror marks." Diggle interrupted her, "Had a buddy who had one. Man it was tough when his... shit."

"That's how I figured it out." Felicity leaned forward and placed her forehead on Diggle's shoulder, "I suspected with Isabel in Russia, but I knew for sure with Sara down here in the Foundry."

"Felicity..." it was the first time Oliver spoke, and the courage the drug in her system gave her was on it's peak. It allowed her to finally tell him everything.

"You know I'm a virgin? I was raised to respect the soulmate mark, not to sleep around in complete disrespect of the person the nature intended for me. You didn't. I know, cause I felt it." Felicity was now sitting straight, her hands holding the sides shirt tightly together, "I felt it before the island, and I felt it after the island. The burn. With Helena, and with Mckenna, and Laurel. I felt it in Russia but desperately tried to persuade myself it's a coincidence. But it wasn't. Cause I also felt when you slept with Sara."

"You can't actually-" Sara started to speak, but was cut off.

"I can! I felt it every time, not that you care!" Felicity slid off the metal table and turned to case the other woman, "You didn't care before that he wasn't yours, not just cause of the mark but cause he was with your sister. Not that Laurel cared either."

Diggle took Felicity's forearm gently, and she turned to look at him, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

"No, why can't I stay? Why can't I finally say what I want? Why can't I tell him that I wish I fucked every single guy in college that hit on me? Cause if I did then he would feel what it's like when your own soulmate denies you. When your mark burns like someone is branding you. I felt it Dig... almost every single night." the tears that escaped Felicity's eyes were ignored as she continued to lay out the complete truth, "I don't want to feel it anymore... maybe now that the mark is destroyed I won't feel it anymore. So no worry Oliver, you can continue to sleep around. It won't hurt me ever again... not that you cared either."

Diggle caught her just as her legs gave up and she almost crashed on the hard concrete floor. When he picked her up he noticed she was light, too light. It reminded him the few times he cause her pushing her food aside, instead of eating it. Combined with the dark circles under her eyes that she covered up with make-up and he had his answer.

"Do you want me to...?" Oliver never got to finish his question when his friend turned to look at him seriously.

"Have you seen her mark? Did you know?" was all he wanted to know from the younger man.

When Oliver only nodded silently Diggle walked past him and out of the Foundry. He wasn't interested in hearing some dumb excuse Oliver would come up with, some empty words that only serve the purpose of him making himself feel better about the choices he made.

Some shit along the lines of 'for her own good'. Dig was pretty certain he already fed her a bullshit like that one after what happened in Russia with Isabel.

Sara was lying on the cot at the back of the Foundry. She was tired, drained, after the events that happened earlier that day but she couldn't sleep. Her mind was moving too fast for her to find rest.

She remembered that evening when her sister threw her out of her apartment. She called her selfish that night, said Sara stole her life when she stole Oliver. And she was right, but only partially. Cause what Felicity said today was true, Oliver didn't belong to Laurel either.

They were both thieves.

A soft thud made her look towards the computer station where Oliver was still sitting. Now his elbows were on the desk and his face hidden behind his hands. She didn't know what he found, what he read, but she guessed it was something that confirmed what Felicity revealed that afternoon.

Dig obviously knew something about it, about these things called mirror soulmarks, but she never heard about them before. And neither did Oliver apparently, since the first thing he did once they were left alone in the Foundry was sit in front of the computer and start researching the rare occurrence.

That was around five hours ago, and this was the first time he moved. His appearance, his pose, served as a hint that he found what he was looking for. He found that Felicity spoke the truth.

Her soulmark burned every single time he took a woman to his bed, it told her he was unfaithful to their bond over and over again. It didn't matter that they haven't known each other, haven't met before. She was his, and he was hers... only he wasn't. He belong to countless others, but never to the one meant for him.

Sara touched her soulmate mark on her left wrist. Somewhere out there there is a person with the same mark on the same place, somewhere out there her soulmate is waiting to be found.

Her hand moved to a small scar on her abdomen. She recalled how much it hurt her when she got injured, how much every single one of them hurt. Felicity will only have one scar on her skin, earned when she saved Sara's life, but she felt the pain many times... too many times.

Oliver suddenly stood up and picked up his jacket from the table he dropped it on earlier, before he left without saying a word. Sara knew he won't go to Felicity tonight, tomorrow maybe once he got the chance to process everything. Tonight the emotions were too raw.

She understood him. She didn't think she could face Felicity right now either.

Instead she stood up and walked to the computers that were left turned on. Usually their IT expert would turn them off before leaving, but Oliver didn't bothered with it. For that Sara was glad, because she sat on the chair he occupied till then and started to read.

Oliver stumbled mid-step when he exited the elevator on the executive floor and found a young man sitting behind Felicity's desk. A quick glance towards Dig, who looked equally confused, told him he wasn't hallucinating from the lack of sleep that night.

"Where is Miss Smoak?" he asked approaching the wrong person at the AE's desk, "And who are you?"

The man jumped off the chair and stood in attention, like a soldier, "Mr. Queen, I'm Gerry Conway. HR assigned me as your temporary EA until Miss Smoak returns from her leave."

"Leave? I was not aware she requested a leave." Oliver muttered, more to himself than anyone else, and entered his office. Diggle, who could see the news didn't sit well with him, followed him inside after throwing his temporary assistant a look that told him not to follow them.

"Next week." Oliver turned to look at Dig in question, "She planed to take some time off next week and visit her mother. It's possible she decided to travel to Vegas a bit earlier."

"Why didn't she said anything?" the look he got from his friend told Oliver he already had the answer to that question. But before anything else was aid a knock on the glass doors of his office interrupted them.

Both men turned towards Gerry, who looked uncomfortable, and gulped before informing his boss, "You have a meeting with investors from Coast city in 10 minutes in the boardroom. It's marked in the calendar as extremely important."

"Thank you." Oliver told him and the kid, that didn't even look old enough to buy alcohol, nodded and returned to his position behind the desk.

"We don't have the time to discuss it now, but you and I are going to have a long and detailed conversation about how you fucked up." Diggle told Oliver seriously, "Mirror soulmarks are not a joking matter."

"I know." the younger man said, avoiding his friend's eyes, "I researched it last night."

"Damnit, Oliver... you saw her mark before. I know it cause I did too. If I knew it matched yours-"

"Diggle."

The older man merely sighed, opened the glass door again, and took his position just outside of the office. And few minutes later, after Oliver composed himself and grabbed the file he would need for the meeting, he followed the younger man into the elevator and to the floor below. And while it appeared to anyone who was watching that he was being a watchful bodyguard to his boss, he was actually pondering on how to assist the kid to fix what he messed up.

His first thought was to contact Felicity once Oliver was in the meeting, check up on her and find out where she was and if she wanted to talk. He only guessed she went to Vegas based on what she told him earlier that week. Apparently she went every year to be there for her mother on the anniversary of her father's death. Mrs. Smoak was still affected by it, even after almost twenty years.

Diggle glanced at Oliver and noticed the tension in his jaw, and the way the younger man started in front of himself like the metal elevator door held the answers for all his questions.

His mind went to an old army buddy of his that also had a mirror mark in a shape of a butterfly on his left elbow. Some teased him for it, until a welcome back party when they met his girl and noticed an identical mark on her right elbow. That was the first and only time Diggle met someone who wears mirror marks.

Then one night their friend collapsed to his knees, gripping his elbow tightly and clenching his teeth in pain. There was no wound, no obvious reason why he was in such pain. During a video chat a few night later he learned his girlfriend got drunk and slept with some guy she met in the club.

He felt it, that one time she was with someone else he felt it. A soldier trained for combat, and he was almost rolling on the floor; the pain was so terrible.

The mere thought that Felicity endured such a pain for years... Diggle didn't even want to consider how young she was the first time she felt the burn. Oliver is four years older than her and was always in the popular crowd, being a son of a billionaire and all. Was he fourteen, fifteen years old the first time?

Diggle's phone dinged with a new message just as Oliver was getting ready to enter the large boardroom. Instead he stopped and looked at his friend.

"It's Felicity." Dig answered without Oliver even having to ask the question.

"What did she write?"

Diggle sighed, "Just that she's alright and that he'll come back."

Oliver nodded silently and entered the large room. She was safe, that's all that mattered right now. Once she returns to Starling city then he will do whatever it takes to fix things.

If it wasn't too late already.