So, about the last chapter, I know it's weird that Oliver had bought a bra for Thea, but I couldn't think of any other way he could have a spare bra lying around for Felicity. Also, I kind of decided that Oliver and Thea aren't normal siblings, so... Yeah. I know that part was probably a bit weird, but that's just what happened.

Ok, I absolutely adore this song! I think it fits Oliver and Felicity in their different 'occupations' so well. It shows the CEO and his EA, and it shows the hero and his behind-the-scenes sidekick.

I did alter some lyrics slightly to fit Oliver's appearance more accurately. I changed "deep brown eyes" to "bright blue eyes". Hope you don't mind!

This one is also quite a bit longer than the last chapter, just pre-warning you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or Taylor Swift's song Superman.

Oliver is Felicity's own personal Superman in every aspect of her life, from almost firing an employee who ogles her, to saving lives in Starling City. But will Felicity ever be his Lois Lane?

"You make me feel like I can make a real difference, be a good person."

"You are a good person. You're my own personal superman." I mumble.

Superman - Taylor Swift

"Ok, so I have a lunch meeting with Dorien McCallister and Tanja Winters. I should be back in about two hours." Oliver says to me as I hand him the pieces of paper he needs to take to the lunch meeting.

"I know. I am in charge of organising your calendar, remember?" I point out as I hand him a sheet of the company's stock. "Ok, so you need to remember that this partnership with McCallister Incorporated is a temporary joining of two aspects of the company. Make sure you read any contracts they give you before signing them, and if you're unsure, say you need to discuss the matter with the Board. Then just bring the contract back and I'll look over it for you."

"What would I do without you, Felicity?" He asks, placing the papers in his shiny black briefcase and snapping it shut.

"Honestly, I wonder that all the time. I don't know how you and Digg operated efficiently before you brought me in on your night-time activities."

He rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it lightly before he leaves his office. I follow him out and head toward my desk. "Oh, Oliver!" I call out just before he steps onto the elevator.

He turns around and looks at me with his striking blue eyes. I've noticed he and Thea have the same eyes – Moira's eyes, I think.

"Yes Felicity?" He says, shaking me out of my musings.

"Don't forget you need to be back here by four o'clock, because we have a meeting with Rochev and Mr Tyson from Finance. And if you are late, I will put an arrow in you myself, because I cannot stand to have to do Isabel's bidding while Tyson stares unashamedly at my butt while I stall for you."

Oliver smiles, nodding his head. "Don't worry, I'll be here. And let me know if Mr Tyson ever makes you feel uncomfortable. I will have him demoted or fired, and put an arrow in his eye for you."

I roll my eyes at him. "Thank you Oliver, but I don't think that will be necessary. Just make sure you're back on time! Now go, otherwise you'll be late!" I shoo him into the elevator with a flick of my hands.

The two and a half hours while Oliver is out pass relatively quickly, if slightly boring. Usually Oliver finds a way to keep me occupied, even if he doesn't realise it. Being able to see him so clearly through the panel of glass separating our offices is both a blessing and a curse. However, when he's gone his office looks incredibly empty, and I have to focus on fixing the Queen Consolidated firewall. Joe, the Head of IT, asked if I'd have a chance to look at it and see what the problem is, as he's too busy creating an anti-virus for the branch in Tokyo, and no one else down in IT can do it because they're all useless compared to me.

My eyes flick to the clock in the top right hand corner of my screen. 3.53pm.

I sigh, locking my computer and standing up, grabbing my tablet as I walk to the elevator to go up to the board rooms. Of course Oliver will be late. Just as I press the elevator button the door slides open, revealing Oliver looking very pleased with himself. "I'm here!"

I roll my eyes and step into the elevator, pressing the button to take us up a level. "I can see that. Wonderful timing."

He grins at me. "How are you? How was your afternoon?"

I smile at him. "I'm fine. My afternoon was uneventful. I scheduled two meetings for you for next week, ate my lunch, and started fixing the firewall for Joe."

"See, even with me promoting you, you still get to do what you love. I knew everything would work out."

"I know. You're an amazing man, Oliver Queen."

He smiles at me gratefully and for once, he doesn't try to disagree with me.

The elevator door opens and we step out, walking down the hallway to one of the smaller board rooms. He pauses just before we reach the door and I see him put his CEO face on. All false smiles and diplomatic words, is who he becomes in these circumstances. He gives me a tight smile. I return his smile – hopefully mine looks slightly less forced – and lay my hand on his bicep, squeezing it gently.

Oliver holds the door open and lets me walk in ahead of him. I stand to his side and slightly behind him as I watch him nod politely to Isabel before he shakes Jeffery Tyson's hand. I have to duck my head to hide my smirk as I see Mr Tyson wince slightly as Oliver grips his hand tightly.

We all take our seats at the table, Oliver on one side with me beside him, Isabel at one of the heads, and Mr Tyson sitting opposite me.

"Ms Smoak, can you fetch me a glass of water?" Isabel says without looking at me, her eyes on Oliver as she waits for him to begin the meeting.

I bite back my retort, forcing a smile as I stand and say, "Of course. I'll just be a minute."

I walk across the room to the small water cooler. I take a glass and fill it, placing it in front of Isabel. I could feel Tyson's eyes on me the whole time.

"Would anyone else like a drink?" I ask politely.

"I'll have one, thanks gorgeous." Tyson drawls.

I see Oliver stiffen and place my hand gently on his back. He looks up at me and I give him a warning look. All of this happens in less than a second, and I smile at Mr Tyson. "Of course."

I walk back over to the water cooler and get Tyson a glass of water. I feel Oliver standing behind me before he speaks. "Let me take that for you, Miss Smoak."

I hand him the glass of water. "Thank you, Mr Queen." I say as he takes it to Tyson. "Would you like a drink?"

"I can get it myself, thank you." He says, reappearing beside me. He pulls two glasses down and fills them with water, handing one to me before we walk back to the table.

I spend the next hour and a half watching as Oliver cuts down Tyson's suggestions as to how we can increase the company's monetary gain. Oliver is particularly unmoving in his argument when Tyson suggests reducing QC's employees.

By the end of the meeting I am completely drained, and I can tell Oliver is, too. We wait until Isabel and Mr Tyson have left before we walk out of the boardroom and get the elevator back down to our office.

"Can I please fire him?" Oliver asks me as he sits down at his desk.

I cross my arms over my chest and quirk an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"You wouldn't have noticed because you had your nose stuck in your tablet for the whole meeting, but he spent at least an hour staring at your… chest. It was beyond unprofessional, and incredibly rude." He states, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh come on, Oliver! It's not like you've never been ogled at before. Or done the ogling." I add as an afterthought.

"Felicity! That man actually moved his chair so he could get a better view down your dress! It was disgusting! I can tell you, if I had my bow in this building, he would not have left that meeting alive!"

"Oliver, relax. I am flattered that you would do that for me, but just relax. You're going out on patrol tonight, and if you don't calm down you'll end up doing something you'll regret. Just breathe for a minute, get your things, and we'll head off. I'll wait for you out there." I tip my head in the direction of my desk.

He nods his head, and as I turn to leave he wraps his fingers around my wrist, stopping me. "Felicity, promise me if he or any other employee makes you feel uncomfortable, you'll tell me."

I look at him. His eyes are a storm and I nod my head. "I promise."

I feel sorry for the next person Oliver catches looking at me inappropriately.

I shut my computers down, putting my laptop in its bag and sorting the piles of paper on my desk before Oliver comes out. He walks over to me and smiles.

"I'm sorry about before. I just feel like people don't respect you as much as they should, especially since I made you my EA."

"It's fine. And did you know I've been dubbed the "Office Whore"?"

"WHAT?!" Oliver yells and I wince, regretting mentioning that.

"Nothing, it's nothing. It's just that everyone seems to think I slept my way to the top of the company, instead being recognised for my actual accomplishments and outstanding résumé."

Oliver clenches his fists and his jaw tenses. "I swear, if I hear anyone disrespecting you, I'll tell them exactly what I think of you and what you mean to me. And then I'll make sure they lose their employment."

I smile softly as I think to myself that this is not the Oliver Queen that the media portrays. He is so far from the man who supposedly objectifies women. I mean, I always knew he wasn't everything the magazines said, but the person Oliver is now is so far from who he used to be, and who the media still thinks he is, it's unbelievable.

"What?" He asks roughly when he catches the look I'm giving him.

I shake my head. "I was just thinking how different you are from what everyone thinks."

"Oh…" He says slowly, looking away. "Well, um, are you ready to go?"

I nod my head and we get on the elevator, meeting Diggle in the garage, and we drive to Verdant.

Digg and Oliver are on the mats training before Oliver leaves to go out on patrol in an hour or so.

I'm sitting at my computers looking at footage from street cameras, trying to see if there's anywhere in particular Oliver should head to tonight. I freeze as I watch a woman walking down an alleyway, a man following a few metres behind her.

"Oliver!" I call out as the man creeps closer to the woman who is searching through her purse for something.

He's at my side in a second, watching the feed. As soon as he was there, he's gone, getting into his uniform.

"Where are they, Felicity?" He asks me as he gets changed.

"The alleyway behind Lexor's Café." I respond, quickly pulling up more cameras from that area.

"Ok, I'll need you to give me directions if they go anywhere else."

"Of course. Oliver!" I say as I he opens the side door to leave. He turns quickly and looks at me. "Just… Be careful."

He nods once before leaving.

"I'll keep him safe." Diggle says to me before rushing out the door after Oliver.

I hear Oliver jumping from rooftop to rooftop through the comms.

I watch in horror as the woman finally turns around and sees the man behind her. He pulls out a gun and shoots her. I jump as I watch her fall.

"Oliver? He just shot her."

"Where?"

"I can't tell from this angle. It looked like her left shoulder, though."

"Ok. Has he left her?"

"No, he's just standing there. Oh, wait, he's picking her up. Oliver, where are you? They're on the move!"

"I'm almost there. Where's he heading?"

"Um… he's taking her further down the alley…" I switch camera feeds and see a car. "He's got a car."

"What sort?"

"Dark blue van. It's almost black, but it's definitely dark blue. That's all I can tell you. I'm no good with car models, and I can't see the licence plate. I'll try and follow it for you."

"Thanks."

"Ok…" I watch the van drive out of the alley. "Ok, he's driving east along Lexor Road. I think he's heading to-"

"The Docks." Oliver cuts me off.

"Yes, exactly. Digg, where are you?" I ask.

"I'm heading to the Docks right now." The other man responds.

"Ok, cool. Alright, switching feeds and… yep, they just pulled into the west side of the Docks." I inform the duo.

"Are you almost here, Oliver?" Digg asks.

"Yeah. Felicity, where are they?"

"Um, the guy's getting the woman out of the van. I think she's unconscious because he's carrying her and she's not putting up a fight. He's going into a pale blue shipping container. Can you see it?"

"I've got it." Digg says. "Hurry up, man."

"I'm coming!" Oliver growls out.

"Oh shit…" I say slowly as I see ten armed men walk out of the shipping container that the woman is being held in. "Digg, can you see them?"

"Yeah, I got 'em." He responds.

"What?" Oliver asks.

"Ten armed men just came out of the container." I inform him.

"Well, it's a good thing I can shoot them before they see us." Oliver says just as he appears on one of the camera feeds.

I watch as five men fall from arrows in their arms and legs, before the others look up and Oliver and Digg jump down to meet them in hand to hand combat. As each man falls, Oliver gets closer to the door of the container.

"Go man, I'll keep an eye on things out here." I hear Digg say, and almost immediately Oliver hauls the door open and enters the container.

"It's Laurel." He whispers almost silently.

I close my eyes briefly. Of course it's Laurel.

I can hear fighting and the sound of an arrow being released before it's silent again.

"Oliver? Digg?" I question worriedly.

"I'm fine, Felicity." Diggle answers first.

"I'm ok." Oliver says. "I need to call Lance."

I listen as Oliver calls Detective Lance, letting him know what happened. In minutes I can hear the sirens and see the flashing lights on my screens as the police reach the Docks, just as Oliver and Diggle leave, creeping between the shipping containers.

"I'll see you back at the foundry." Digg says to Oliver.

"Actually, I think I'll go to the hospital and make sure Laurel's alright." He replies.

"I'll be there in ten, Felicity." Digg says before he switches his comm. link off.

"Oliver," I whisper. He doesn't respond, but I know he's heard me. "I hope she's ok."

"Me too." He replies and then he switches off his comm., too.

Two hours later I'm back at my apartment, on the other side of Starling City to both the Queen Mansion and the hospital. I look out of my bedroom window at the lights of the city below me. As I look at the rooftops below me, all I can see is Oliver jumping across them. I look down at the moving traffic and see him swerving in and out between the cars on his motorbike. He's everywhere I look, and I can't stop it no matter how hard I try.

I pull out my phone and send him a text message before I have a chance to think it through and stop myself. You know where I am, if you need me.

I don't expect a reply. I don't expect him to take me up on my offer. I just want him to know that I'm here for him.

I walk away from the window and turn the TV on, only to be greeted by the late-night news.

"We are outside Starling General Hospital where just hours ago Miss Laurel Lance was rushed into emergency surgery after being shot in an alley in the Glades. Newly reinstated Detective Lance has confirmed that The Hood, or should we now say Green Arrow, saved Miss Lance by following her and her attacker to The Docks, where he rendered unconscious eleven armed men. No news yet as to how Miss… oh, Oliver Queen!" The reporter exclaims and the camera turns to focus on Oliver leaving the hospital. "Can you tell us how Laurel Lance is doing?"

Oliver smiles tightly at the woman. "Laurel is fine. She is in recovery at the moment, and I am sure she would appreciate it if you didn't bother her or her family any further."

With that, the camera follows as Oliver walks away and climbs onto his motorbike, pulling his helmet on before he allows the bike to roar to life.

I sigh, changing channels as I sink back into my couch. Coyote Ugly is on, and it's only just started, so I decide to watch that for the night. Gee, Adam Garcia is hot! Violet reminds me of myself a bit, coming from a small town to a big city to follow her dreams. Now, if I could only fing myself my very own Kevin Donnell, I'd be set. Oliver would be an applicable option, if he wasn't in love with someone else.

I sigh and stand up, walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.

I walk back over to the couch, and out of the corner of my eye I see the bunch of daffodils sitting on the table.

I remember back to yesterday morning when I'd stepped off the elevator and walked to my desk, my eyes being drawn to the beautiful bunch of flowers sitting there with a small white card attached. Inside the card simply says, 'You are beautiful'. I can't help but wonder who put the flowers there. I think it was probably Aric. He was new down in the IT Department just before Oliver suddenly decided to change my job title. I took him out to lunch on his first day, because I know that most of the people down in IT are very unsocial and wouldn't give the new guy a second look. After that first lunch trip, he keeps asking me if I'd like to grab lunch with him. Yes, it was probably him who put the flowers there.

I wish they were from Oliver, but the odds of that being reality are very, very low. Like, miniscule.

As if Oliver Queen would leave me flowers with a note saying 'You are beautiful'.

Yeah, I wish.

I walk over to the framed photo sitting beside my TV. It's all of us at AJ's 8th birthday party two months ago.

I'm wearing AJ's sparkly blue cardboard 'Birthday Boy' hat and have a piece of material tied over my eyes, swinging a bat dangerously at a colourful piñata. AJ is jumping excitedly behind me, encouraging me and attempting to direct my mad swinging. Diggle has his arms wrapped around Carly's waist as the two watch me attempt to hit the piñata from a safe distance away. Oliver is ducking under my bat as it almost collides with his head again. None of us are looking at the camera, and it's slightly blurry, but it's a beautiful picture. It is so perfectly us, summing up our odd little family. The reason I love it so much is that we are all laughing and smiling in enjoyment, which is a rare occurrence considering our night-job.

I remember back to the first time Oliver walked into my tiny, poky little office down in IT with the broken laptop and bullshit excuse about spilling a latte on it when it had freaking bullet holes in it! Even back then, when it was so obvious that he was lying to me, I trusted him. I knew there was something special about him, something wonderful. I let myself get lost in his blue eyes, and I still haven't managed to find a way out of their clutch.

Not that I mind. It's just, it'd be nice if for once he saw me as more than just his hacker, IT specialist, Girl Friday.

I settle back down on the couch and wonder if he'll ever see me as anything more. I mean, I don't mind staying behind the scenes, hidden in the wings, but I plan on staying by his side forever, and forever could be a very long time for me to have feelings which he doesn't reciprocate.

As long as I can keep making him smile each day, I'll be happy. Really, all I want is for him to be happy… even if that does mean he gets back together with Laurel.

I hear a knock on my window and squint in confusion as I stand from the couch and walk over to the window I was standing at earlier, opening to see Oliver standing on the fire escape in his Green Arrow gear.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"I… yeah, of course!" I exclaim, quickly stepping back and allowing him to come in. "Sit down! Um, do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"Can I please just have some water?"

"Yeah, sure! I'll just grab it and I'll be right back! Sit!" I tell him, as I see he's still standing in the middle of my living room.

"I love this picture." I hear him say, and poke my head out of the kitchen to see what he's talking about. He's holding the photo from AJ's birthday that I was looking at earlier.

"Me too." I say, going back to getting his water. "We all look so happy in it."

"That's because we were." He points out.

I walk over to him and hand him the glass of water.

"I'm sorry about earlier." He mumbles. "Not coming back to the foundry, I mean."

"You don't have to apologise, Oliver. You were doing what you had to."

"I just… when I saw that it was Laurel that the bastard had taken, I…" He trails off.

"You don't have to explain it to me, Oliver. I get it. You love Laurel and you had to make sure she was ok, make sure she was safe."

"No." Oliver shakes his head vehemently. "That's not it. Yes, I had to make sure she was safe, but not because I love her, because I don't think I do anymore. It's just… Tommy died to save her, and if I let anything happen to her now, it makes me feel like Tommy's death would have been for nothing, it all would have been in vain. I should have been the one saving Laurel from CNRI in the first place, not Tommy. I'm the one with the hood and arrows and survival skills and blood on my hands. It should have been me in there saving the woman I loved, not him. It should have been me."

"Hey, don't you dare say that!" I exclaim, kneeling down in front of him. "Never, ever say that! Oliver, you are no murderer. You've killed people, sure, but only to make all of our homes a safer place. If you so much as think that you should have died instead of Tommy, I will… I'll… um… I'll resign as being your EA. I'll stop working at QC altogether and find myself a new job and a new vigilante to work for!"

The right side of Oliver's lips quirk almost minutely at my weak threat.

"Please Oliver, just… don't let yourself believe that it should have been you instead of Tommy. If I ever lost you, I don't know what I'd do. You can never, ever allow yourself to think that you should have died instead of someone else. Promise me?"

"I can't promise that I'll never think it should have been me instead of Tommy, but I won't say it again. And I promise that, other than Tommy, I will never think I should have taken someone's place and died." He says, looking into my eyes.

I hold his gaze as I nod slowly in appreciation. "Thank you. Oliver?"

"Yes, Felicity?"

"You are a remarkable person."

He grins at me, finally. "Thank you for remarking on it."

I give him a watery laugh and throw my arms up, around his shoulders. His arms snake around my waist and pull me up onto his lap as he holds me tight to his chest. I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he pulls me closer, if that's even possible. I know I'm pushing the boundaries, but hey, he just said he doesn't think he's in love with Laurel anymore. That's a definite confidence booster.

"You, Felicity, you are the remarkable one of the pair of us." He mumbles into my hair.

I bury my face into shoulder, not saying anything, just holding him as close to me as possible.

"You make me feel like I can make a real difference, be a good person."

"You are a good person. You're my own personal superman." I mumble.

"Felicity?" He asks for my attention.

"Mmm?" I hum into his neck.

"I think I love you."

I smile as I feel the tears prick my eyes. Two years, and he finally feels it, too. "I think I love you, too."

There's that one! Review away! Feel free to request some songs! :)