Title:All the Facets of You

Author: Some1FoundMe

Rating: K+

Summary: Once again Felicity gets into trouble and Oliver rescues her. But it's what happens after that rescue that's important. Olicity. Anything up to 2x09.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Arrow. Just borrowing it for a bit.

A/N: I hadn't actually intended for this to be a two-parter. The first chapter was really meant to be a one shot but I got so many great reviews and requests for more that I had to add this chapter. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed! The comments are greatly appreciated.

All the Facets of You

She descended the stairs early Monday morning in search of Oliver. Not for the first time that weekend, she'd awoke to an empty bed. She was beginning to realize that he didn't really sleep much.

She shook her head. She hadn't really meant to spend the entire weekend with him. It hadn't been in her plans at all. But after he'd admitted his feelings for her on Friday morning, it couldn't be helped. She hadn't been able to bear thought of being away from him. It surprised her how quickly things had changed. He hadn't told her everything, she certainly hadn't expected him to, but he had opened up to her more than she'd thought that he would.

She was halfway down the steps that led into the foyer when the front door opened and Oliver's mother and sister entered. They were talking happily about their weekend, neither of them noticing her right away, and Felicity wished that she could hide. He hadn't mentioned when Thea and Mrs. Queen would be home, just that they'd gone away for the weekend, so seeing them enter their home after she'd spent the last three days there terrified her. She was wearing one of Oliver's sweatshirts, one she'd never actually seen him wear, and the same pair of jeans she'd worn when he'd brought her home with him on Thursday. Luckily, their housekeeper had been kind enough to wash them for her.

She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if she should just turn and run back to Oliver's room. She had met his mother before both at Queen Consolidated and here at her home, but always as Oliver's assistant. He had introduced her as his friend once. It had been after they'd found Walter alive. She had come to visit him in the hospital and Walter and Oliver had both claimed her as their friend. She missed Walter.

"Miss Smoak, I didn't realize that we'd be seeing you this morning."

His mother's voice startled her. She met the curious eyes of Thea and her mother and blinked rapidly. She opened her mouth to respond only to snap it shut. It was moments like this one when her brain to mouth filter had a way of failing so she took a moment to form a response that wasn't likely to get her into trouble.

"I had to meet with Oliver this morning," she explained, hoping that her voice didn't waver, "He took today off but unfortunately there was some paperwork that couldn't wait."

Okay, so she wasn't exactly the best liar in the world but she'd had to come up with something that was at least somewhat believable. She was aware of the fact that Mrs. Queen had found her asleep in Oliver's room on Friday morning. He'd told her as much. She was also aware of the rumors circulating around Queen Consolidated regarding her relationship with Oliver. Three days ago, there had been nothing between them. That wasn't entirely true. It certainly hadn't been nothing. They'd both had feelings for one another, feelings that they hadn't acted on until she'd been attacked. Again.

"Felicity, I was –"

Oliver stopped short as he stepped into the foyer from the living room. His eyes went from Felicity to his mother and sister.

"There you are," Felicity said, the relief evident in her voice, "I have that contract that you didn't sign on Thursday. Mr. Diggle thought you were in your room."

It only took Oliver a moment to play along. Lucky for both of them he was so comfortable lying.

"Of course, let's go into the dining room and we can discuss the contract," he told her.

She ignored the odd look that passed between Thea and Oliver as she moved the rest of the way down the stairs, heading for the dining room. She had no desire to hear the conversation he would no doubt be having with his mother. She could only hope that Mrs. Queen hadn't heard the rumors that were circulating at Queen Consolidated. And if she had heard them, Felicity prayed that she hadn't believed them. People already assumed that she and Oliver were in a relationship, one that stretched beyond the walls of their offices, and it stung whenever anyone implied that she'd slept her way into her position as his executive assistant. It irked her, really, because she hadn't even wanted the job. She would've been perfectly happy keeping her office in IT. She would've been delighted to spend her day working on code and server errors rather than arranging Oliver's schedule and watching him schmooze with investors.

Sitting down heavily at the table, she dropped her head onto her folded arms. Her world had suddenly been tilted on its axis and it was all his fault. If he hadn't insisted that she come home with him after the break in, if he'd just let her set herself up in a hotel somewhere, none of this would be happening. The thought made her chest ache. She was happy with him. She'd been happy since she'd woken up Friday morning and heard Oliver say the things she'd waited almost two years to hear him say. He had feelings for her, too. She hadn't thought that it was possible. She hadn't thought that he would ever allow himself to really care for her as anything more than his friend. But now she knew better. He loved her.

"Felicity?"

She lifted her head from the table to find him standing in the doorway watching her.

"Hi."

"Hi. Are you okay?" he asked, coming to sit in the chair directly to her right.

She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I wasn't expecting to have to face your mom and your sister so soon. Thea knows that I was lying, about the paperwork, I mean. I could see it in her expression. She knows that something else is going on. I don't know what it is about this family but you all seem to be able to see right through my lies. Which of course means your mom probably figured it out , too. Oh god, she probably thinks that I'm some gold diggi-"

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed, causing the words to die in her throat. She slumped in her seat, her sudden rush of adrenaline at being caught dissipating and leaving her weary.

"My mom saw you in my bed before they left, Felicity, so yes, she knows that something more is going on. But she doesn't think that you're a gold digger. Actually, her exact words just now when I told her that you'd spent the weekend here were 'It's about time, Oliver'. I hadn't been expecting that."

She whipped her head around to look at him, her eyes wide.

"You told her that I spent the weekend here? Oliver! I – I … what did you say exactly? And she really said that it's about time? What the hell does that mean?" she babbled.

He laughed, "I think it means that everyone but me realized a long time ago how valuable you are. How important. My mother thinks that you're a good influence. She thinks that you make me happy. I told her as much just now."

She knew that she was blushing when he grinned at her. She couldn't help it. Three days later and she still wasn't used to the abundance of compliments that he paid her. She'd found him staring at her more than once over the course of the weekend and every time she pointed it out to him, he just shrugged and told her that he had an appreciation for beautiful women. She'd blushed and rolled her eyes. She had yet to figure out how to respond to his compliments.

"She doesn't hate me?" she asked softly, her voice betraying her insecurity.

Oliver shook his head, tucking a stray blonde strand behind her ear.

"Not at all."

"What about Thea?"

He laughed again, "Are you kidding me? Thea has practically shoving me in your direction ever since she met you, Felicity. I think she's been you number one fan since she saw us together the first time. My sister seems to think she knows what's best for me and for once, I think I have to agree with her. She called it. She knew that I needed you in my life."

Her heart felt as if it were going to burst. The fact that his family seemed to approve of their relationship lifted a sudden weight from her shoulders. She knew that they were important to him and she'd convinced herself that, if they were going to have a lasting relationship, she would have to work to make sure that his mother and sister saw her as more than some Oliver Queen groupie. But they already approved of her and she hadn't had to do anything. She'd only ever been herself around them and that seemed to work to her advantage.

"I don't know if I'll ever fit in with them," she whispered, wanting more than anything to lay her discomfort out on the table. There was no point in letting it fester within her any longer, "I wasn't brought up in such a … wealthy setting. I talk too much and say things that aren't appropriate. I don't always think before I speak or act. I've stumbled around your mom more times than I can count. What if I can never been good enough to-"

"Hey, stop. Stop right now. You are too good for me, Felicity, for this family. You are probably the most decent human being that I know. You are kind and considerate. You put others before yourself no matter what. I've seen that first hand and it is part of what I love about you. "

He had said it again. He'd said that he loved her. Well, he'd said it in a roundabout way, but he'd used the word just the same. It was odd, hearing him admit such things aloud. Oliver wasn't exactly the most vocal person that she knew, especially when it came to his feelings, but he hadn't held back with her. Since the moment he'd told her he thought that he loved her, he'd confessed his feelings more than once to her. It would take her a while to get used to, that side of him, but she knew that it was only for her. He was trying to be honest with her. He was trying to make her see that he could open up to someone. He was trying to make her realize that that someone was her.

"I feel like this relationship has progressed really quickly. I mean, you keep using the 'L' word…"

"Two years is quickly?" he asked.

She blinked, "Two years?"

"Felicity, I knew that you were different the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew that you were going to work your way into my life somehow and I think I might've known even then that I would come to love you. It couldn't be helped. You were the first person I'd met since coming home that didn't seem to care who I was or where I'd been. You were the first person to see the real me. That changed everything."

"Oh."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the arm around her shoulders pulling her even closer. She should've just gotten up and sat in his lap, they were that close.

"It hasn't been quite two years," she told him.

"Okay fine, twenty-one months then. I was rounding."

She laughed then, feeling some of the tension ease from her shoulders. She'd known then, too. She'd known that she would fall in love with him the first time she'd seen that beautiful smile of his. She hadn't meant to, of course. She'd tried to stop it from happening. But every time he'd walked into her office with same ridiculously lame excuse for needing her help, she'd fallen a little bit harder. And then he'd entrusted her with his secret. That had been the final straw for. She'd loved him then.

"I do love you, you know," she admitted.

He smiled, "I know."