Last chapter, guys. I could have gone so many places with this, some of you more than others were very specific on what you'd love to see, but it's a rewrite of a lost chapter and I've been working on this for so long that I just wanted to finish it.

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Felicity looked up from her less than stellar hospital breakfast when she heard the door open. She had had many nurses and a doctor in and out of her room since she had woken up, but she still looked to the door every time, expecting someone different.

That person walked in this time and Felicity offered Oliver a soft smile.

"Hey!" she protested as Diggle stole a piece of fruit off her plate while she was distracted.

Diggle just smirked while Oliver took the seat opposite him on the other side of her bed.

"How are you feeling?" Oliver asked softly as she turned to face him.

"Like I got hit in the head," she shrugged and then winced as she moved her ribs. "I don't know how you guys do this. Not get hit in the head, that one is pretty self-explanatory, but you act like you haven't been hurt or ignore it entirely. I almost wish I could do that."

"No," both Oliver and Diggle said simultaneously.

She blinked and took in their serious looks. "Okay," she hedged.

"It's a matter of getting used to pain, Felicity," Diggle explained. "That is not something Oliver and I want to happen to you."

"Gotcha, no more getting hurt then. I think I can handle that." She adjusted her glasses. "So, where did you guys get on tracking the guy that attacked me?" Oliver and Diggle shared a look. "Uh-uh, don't you dare lie to me and tell me you haven't started looking into it. I know you have and you know I'm better at finding things than you."

"Felicity," Diggle started to warn and then dropped off.

"Are you sure you want to confront this so early?" Oliver finished. "What we find might not be pleasant and you've already been through so much just in the last day."

"Oliver," Felicity said flatly, "these people are still out there, they know who I am and where I live. I won't be able to get over this until I find them and can hand them off to Detective Lance and we all know that we can do this more quickly if we work together."

Diggle silently passed her a tablet with all the information he had gathered loaded onto it and she spent the next few minutes looking through it.

"Well lucky for all of us I may have hooked up my own security cameras at my house. So with a little searching I can probably get an image for facial recognition and go from there. Someone must have recognised the inquisitive blonde at one of the fights and told Yates."

"He'll probably try again, Felicity," Diggle warned.

"Yes, well, someone will have to either persuade him that he's got the wrong gal or put the fear of God into him." She turned to Oliver.

"If I see him as the Arrow that just confirms the fact that you were helping me and part of the whole operation."

"So don't go as the Arrow," Diggle shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm sure you can be intimidating as Oliver Queen. You can be the scary ex-billionaire with nothing left to lose." Oliver barely hid his flinch and Felicity winced. "Bad choice of words," Felicity whispered. "Sorry."

Oliver offered her a small smile and Diggle changed the topic, telling Felicity about his and Lyla's date.

By the time Detective Lance turned up just before lunch Felicity had accessed her home security feed and borrowed, again, the FBI's facial recognition software. Only the hospital wifi had slowed her down.

"How are you feeling, Ms Smoak?" Lance asked as he knocked on the open door and stepped into the room.

"A little sore, but very much alive," she smiled, ignoring how the simple action pulled at her bruised face.

"Good to hear." He stuffed his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Oliver and Diggle were glaring at him, the former bodyguard doing a much better job at hiding it though. "I'm here to get your official statement if you feel up to it."

"Of course, Detective."

"Then, gentlemen, if you could excuse us," Lance hinted.

Diggle stood up and buttoned his jacket, leaning over to give Felicity a kiss on the forehead. "We're going to be just outside if you need us," he reassured her before he left the room.

"Mr Queen," Lance nudged when he didn't move.

"Could I have a minute alone with Felicity first?"

He looked at Felicity and she nodded. "Alright, I'll allow it." He left, shutting the door behind him.

"Oliver?" Felicity asked hesitantly when he didn't immediately say anything. "Is everything okay?"

"I…" He stood up suddenly and went over to the window, looking out over the city. "Laurel stopped by earlier."

"Oh. Oh." Felicity wasn't sure if Oliver knew she had called him first but he had seemed a little off all morning, so she wasn't too surprised by the revelation.

"She apologised," he said, turning back around to face her. "I, uh, don't think she knew whether you wanted to see her or not."

Felicity could read Oliver well, at least when it came to his guilt.

"Oliver, I don't blame anyone except for Yates for putting me here. It's not Laurel's fault for hanging up on me, nor your fault for not picking up your phone."

"I got you into this."

"I chose to stay."

"You called and I wasn't there."

"So? These things happen. It's like Romeo and Juliet all over again…not that I'm calling you a Romeo or that I'm your Juliet, besides that story has way too many flaws and if that's your idea of true love then boy have you got issues…" Oliver gave her a blank look. "Right, Shakespeare rookie – wait, not even Romeo and Juliet? Wow. Uh, anyway, tragic tale of miscommunication, amongst other things."

"Felicity." Guilt, anger, and sadness were all present in his voice, pleading her to stop.

He was still over at the window, staring outside. Felicity tried to get up but her ribs protested and she fell back into her pillows with a frustrated sigh. "Oliver," she called and stretched out her hand. It took him a second but he stepped away from the window and grabbed her extended hand. She squeezed softly and was pleased when he returned the pressure.

"I've been in danger before, Oliver, so I know that if you can do anything about it you'll be there. You're not superhuman despite the amount of roofs you are willing to jump off so there is no way any of us should expect you to just know when something is wrong."

"If Laurel had told me you called I could have gotten to you sooner." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

Felicity ignored the pain that question induced. Of course this was about Laurel.

"She..." he frowned, looking down at their joined hands. "She broke my trust."

"She didn't know."

"She knows you're important." Oliver met her eyes and Felicity couldn't help but blush at the intensity. "You and Diggle, you have never been anything but honest with me. Laurel and I, God, we are just a bed of lies. I thought that because she knows who I am things would get better, but she…Felicity, you only call when it is important and if she had of told me I could have…"

"Run to my rescue?" she teased.

Oliver huffed in a reluctant laugh. "Maybe, but at least I could have been there when Lance found you. When he called me, told me you were attacked and in the hospital…I just thought there was a chance another person was out of my life."

"Oh, Oliver," Felicity said, tugging on his still joined hand so she could reach up and hug him. Sara was off the grid, Thea as well, his mother was gone, his father, Tommy…the list went on. He held her gently, humouring the hug but cautious of her injuries. He couldn't hurt her.

"You should talk to Laurel," Felicity said as Oliver stepped back.

"Not yet." Felicity shot him a disapproving look. "I will, just give me some time."

"Okay. Now go and get Detective Lance so I can get this over and done with."

"You'll be okay?"

"How can I not with my boys just outside the door?"

Oliver just shook his head and did as he was bid.

Felicity went home later that day after giving Detective Lance images of her attacker from her home security system. He may have indicated that he would hold off on the chase for a little while if their mutual friend was interested in a head start.

Oliver and Diggle took her home, setting her up on her couch while they cleaned up the mess in her house, even replacing her door. She was a little impressed that her head had dented it though she learnt quickly not to mention it in front of either of them.

Oliver asked her if any of their equipment was good for interrupting a surveillance video and suspiciously disappeared for two hours. She hacked the surveillance video in SCPD's holding cells on a hunch and found that Yates' cell had had a malfunction and the video was missing about ten minutes. She didn't ask.

She slept peacefully that night; both her boys camped out in her living room.

It was just after midnight when Lance heard a commotion outside of the police station. Printing off the file about the man identified as Felicity's attacker he walked outside.

Sitting in the car park was a wooden crate, officers already levering off the lid with crowbars, muffled shouting from inside indicating that there was a man inside.

Once he was pulled out, Lance held up the photograph Felicity had given him and compared the man in the picture to the man in front of him.

"Subtle," Lance muttered, before shouting for someone to cuff the guy.

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