Hey gys, sorry for the long wait, I really had a lot of trouble with this chapter - I re-wrote it twice before losing half of it and having to rewrite it again. Which means I'm not entirely happy with it. I also had a dilemma about following canon, as I wanted to acknowledge what happened in 2.13, but not include the Oliver/Sara thing, for obvious reasons. And I generally prefer to follow canon completely, or not at all, but in this case...well.

This is the last installement in this little serie, and I thank everyone for the follows and reviews :) I still have a lot of ideas for Olicity stories so make sure to check my page from time to time.

Enjoy !

The last time Felicity had been in this room, it had been to confront Moira Queen about Thea's paternity.

So it was a bit ironic that she had now chosen that room on order to avoid the woman.

Not that she was hiding. She was just trying to avoid any awkward encounter. She didn't even want to be here in the first place, after all it was one of those campaign parties. She was just doing it for Oliver.

The reveal of Thea's real father had hit him hard, as well as the resulting destruction of his relationship with his mother. It was his decision, but he hated every minute of it. And of course having to pretend everything was normal with Thea – as if there wasn't enough lies in his life already.

"There you are."

She turned around and saw Roy walking toward her, looking fine in his suit although a bit uncomfortable. His next words confirmed it.

"I need to put back on my jeans and my hoodie and go patrol or something. All this formal stuff is not really my style," he said, tugging on his tie.

She smiled. Don't worry. It's not really mine either."

"Who are you hiding from?"

"No one," she lied. "Just needed a few minutes to myself."

"Oh. If you want I can just..." he said, motioning to the door but she stopped him.

"No, it's ok. I can be by myself with you."

He nodded, sitting on the armrest of the nearest chair. "Any lead on those museum robberies?"

She sighed. "Not yet. But we'll get them. I'm sure."

"Oliver said that with you and your computer mad skills the bad guys generally didn't stand a chance."

Felicity smiled. "Mad skills? I like it. But Diggle and him are the ones who catch them, so I can't take all the credit. It's a team effort, really."

Roy shrugged. "Well either way he told me they wouldn't get very far without you."

Felicity blushed, a bit surprised by Oliver's praises. She knew she was important to the team, he told her so himself, but still, it's always nice to hear, even through a third party.

"How's the training going?" she asked.

"Much better. Oliver has been more patient, and I've been less of a spoiled brat, so...it works out fine."

Felicity put her hand on his arm. "I'm glad to hear that. And I'm glad you are part of the team now."

He was about to thank her when Moira Queen walked into the room.

"Roy, I think Thea's looking for you."

"Ok, thanks Mrs Queen," he told her before winking at the young blonde, mouthing, 'Talk to you later'.

Felicity turned towards the window, hoping very hard that Moira would just leave.

No such luck.

"Really, Felicity, my son is not enough for you? You need my daughter's boyfriend too?"

The younger woman didn't even want to dignify this with an response, so she turned around to leave.

But Moira Queen was not so easily dismissed.

"Are you happy now that you destroyed my family?"

Felicity stopped dead in her tracks. Yes, she wanted to avoid the woman, but she couldn't let her say such awful things.

She faced Moira with a legitimate anger on her face.

"Happy? Are you kidding me? I gave you a chance to tell Oliver, but you ignored me. Worse, you threatened me. Which was useless, because the second, the second I discovered the truth I knew I would never been able to hide it from him. I just thought he might take it better coming from you...even though I'm not sure there's a better way to hear that kind of news, but never mind. You didn't do it. So I was the one who had to hurt him and let him know that his sister, who he loves dearly, is only his half-sister. So no, I'm not happy. I'm deeply saddened to have been involved in this and having to inflict that kind of pain on my friend."

She took a deep breath, her anger suddenly deflating and being replaced by sorrow. The moment when she had had to tell Oliver had been one of the worst moment of her life – and God knows that she had her fair share of those in her young life already.

Moira's lips tightened. If any of Felicity's word had reached her, she certainly wasn't going to let it apparent.

"Has Oliver any intention of letting Thea know?" she just asked, and Felicity could detect a hint of fear in the older woman's eyes, so she softened her voice when she answered.

"I don't know. I think he needs to process it and asked me to not say anything to anyone. It's not my place anyway."

"And you do everything my son tells you to do."

It wasn't even a question, just a disdainful statement.

"Well as I said we are friends. I'm sorry if this is concept is completely foreign to you."

Moira narrowed her eyes at her her and Felicity braced herself for the backlash. Ok, maybe she had been a little bit harsh on that one...

Salvation came in the form of Diggle who appeared at the door frame right at that moment.

"Mrs Queen, Mr Steele is asking for you," he told her with a pleasant smile, pretending not to notice the heavy atmosphere in the room.

With a last resentful look at Felicity, Moira left.

John walked in and closed the distance between them. "She gave you a hard time?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulder and she smiled.

"Nothing that I can't handle," she reassured him. Was Walter really looking for her?"

"No."

She laughed slightly, feeling the tension finally leaving her body, and an unexpected tiredness replacing it.

Diggle knew of course. Neither Oliver or Felicity would have hide something like that from him.

"Everything alright?"

This time it was Oliver who came in and Felicity had to laugh. She had come here initially to get some peace and quiet but this room was more crowded than Starling central station.

He approached them and put a caressing hand on her arm, looking at her inquisitively.

Since they had randomly started kissing (and foolishly thought they could keep it casual) and especially after he had been shot, they had definitely become closer. And contrary to Moira's prediction, Felicity telling Oliver hadn't driven him away – if anything, it had just strengthened their bond even more. Felicity was in awe of the friendship, respect and loyalty they shared, and all this was obviously turning into something much deeper recently. Or maybe it was not so recent, it had just been there for a long time, waiting for the right moment to blossom.

Diggle knew when he was not needed, so after a small squeeze on Felicity's shoulder, he left.

"What happened?" Oliver asked softly.

She sighed. "Really Oliver, it's nothing. It doesn't matter."

His hands came to cup her cheeks. "If you're upset it does matter to me. Tell me."

"You mother came in and asked if I was happy about destroying your family, and I snapped at her. I'm sorry."

A cold expression settled on his face for a few seconds before it turned gentle again as he looked at her. "Don't be."

His arms encircled her, and he whispered in her hair," I shouldn't have ask you to come. Why don't you go home? I'll come by later and we'll watch a movie, or whatever you want."

She nodded against his shoulder, reluctant to leave his warm embrace. She had no idea where this was going, but she liked it a little bit too much so they were going to have to talk about it soon because if he wasn't serious about this she was going to end up really hurt.

It was later than expected when Oliver let himself into Felicity's apartment. (She had given him and Diggle a key some time ago just in case). The place was quiet and dark, but she had left a small lamp on in the living room, probably hoping he would show up at some point. He smiled. It felt great to know someone was waiting for you.

He shrugged off his jacket and put it on a nearby char and took off his shoes. He had changed before coming here and was wearing some comfortable sweat pants and a gray t-shirt.

He thought Felicity was asleep but when he lie down next to her and put his arm around her waist she shifted slightly.

"Hey. I didn't think you'd come anymore."

"I know, I'm sorry. I was hoping to leave early but people kept asking me about QC, and business and stuff."

"It's ok," she told him sleepily, settling in against his muscular form.

He nuzzled her neck, kissing it briefly before whispering, "I couldn't do this without you, you know."

She turned to him, putting her hand on his arm. "Of course you could. You were doing it long before Digg and I joined."

"I don't mean the Arrow business. I mean personally, and more specifically, I'm talking about you."

Something in his tone tore her from her sleepy daze, and she reached to turn her bedside table lamp on before facing him.

"Oliver, what's going on?"

He looked at her intently. "I'm sorry I brought you into this. I'm sorry that I pulled you from a job you love and gave you a position you loathe, even if you execute if perfectly. And I'm sorry that I wasn't clearer on the place you have in my life. Because there's nothing more important than you. Nothing."

He had never looked at her that way before, and he smiled, because she remained suspiciously silent.

"Are you still with me?"

She opened her mouth once, twice but no sound came out. It seemed like Oliver Queen had find another way of rendering her speechless, aside from putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know...Is this for real?"

He laughed softly. "I love you Felicity...Is that real enough for you?"

He stunned gaze turned into a happy grin and she raised herself so her lips could meet his in a searing kiss.

When she pulled away, slightly breathless, she murmured, "I love you too, Oliver."

And he kissed her again, pouring everything he had in it. The regret of not doing it sooner, and every emotions she inspired in him every time she talked, smiled or laughed. How they had wasted so much time, but they still had a lifetime before them, so it was ok.

That connection between them, he had never know he needed it until he met her.

And he intended to hold on to it for the rest of his life.