She just had to get out of the loft. Looking at her clock, it showed her that the time was almost 4 in the morning. Wiping her tears, she made herself move out of the bed. Billy is dead and she couldn't bring Prometheus to justice. She was never in love with Billy and he wasn't in love with her, but god she cared about him a lot. She was the first person to tell Oliver that Billy's death wasn't his fault. She still believes that it isn't his fault, but there is a slight niggling sensation that maybe, just maybe if Oliver wasn't aiming to kill, Billy would still be alive and she wouldn't have lost a friend. He was her friend damn it. He knew her history with Oliver, their broken engagement. Never once did he push her for anything other than "Clean slate, Felicity. Whatever happens happens. We never have to rush anything." .He deserved better than this.

She feels like she could rest if she could bring Prometheus to justice. She could let Billy rest in peace too. Sounds like such an easy task when you have the vigilante hero of the Star City working with you. One would think bringing Prometheus down will be his main aim but with Susan and now Dinah 'No, Felicity. You are not going down that road. Didn't you learn anything? aaaaand now I am talking to myself.'

Shaking her head, she got out and started walking without much thought to where she was going. As usual, she ended up at the one place she always went to when her mind was troubled. Caia Pima, the new coffee shop was open as usual and as expected, smelled divine. Seeing her favorite barista in his man bun uplifted her mood. James always had a way of doing that. Failing to muster up her usual enthusiasm, she just said "Hello James, morning already started for you huh?" With a soft smile, he just cocked his head a little, "Ah! My favorite customer. How can I brighten up your day, sweetheart?" She would have been offended by his endearment if it wasn't for the fact that anyone from a new born to the 90-year old Mrs. Brown, who comes in Sundays, were sweethearts to him.

"Surprise me with a hot chocolate, James." Sitting in her usual spot, she just watched the city slowly wake up. She almost jumped in surprise when James sat across from her placing her order. "Here you go, sweetheart and the Croissant is on the house." The warmth of the mug and the heavenly fragrance slowly warmed her up and she could feel herself slowly relaxing. Feeling James' eyes on her, "OMG! Do I have a hot chocolate mustache? Once when I was in middle school, I swear my mother, on purpose mind you, forgot to tell me that and I went to school and became the laughing stock for A WEEK." About to wipe her mouth, he caught her hand easily, "No Felicity, there isn't anything wrong with your face. In fact, things are perfect in your face. I just wanted to-" and without saying anything more, he started just looking outside the window.

Felicity looked at his large hand engulfing her much, much smaller one. His hand was so warm and when he continued being so quiet, she squeezed his hand and spoke, "You want to what, James? Is there something you need? Do you need me to look at your computer? Is my program for handling your bills giving you trouble?" Shaking himself out of his thoughts "The program? oh no, it is working great. It is working so great in fact that it has made a good friend of mine, really jealous. He doesn't like to be out done." Taking her hand in both his hands," Felicity Smoak, always taking care of everyone, who takes care of you, sweetheart?" Whatever it was she was expecting, she wasn't expecting that. She couldn't answer. The hot chocolate seems to be stuck in her throat. Taking care of her….. Just a year ago, she had that. She and Oliver took care of each other. Just a year ago, she was wearing his ring and had a lifetime planned with him. Now the man, who promised to be with her forever, couldn't even ask her if she is okay after accidentally killing her boyfriend. She couldn't stop the dry chuckle that escaped her mouth.

"Felicity Smoak takes care of Felicity Smoak, James, and she has for a long time. Besides, I have you and your wonderful hot chocolate to always make me feel better." She didn't even have to lie. After Diggle got arrested and it was only she and Oliver in the lair and Oliver wanting to pretend she was just a friend and nothing changed between them, hurt her more than she liked to admit. James' little café had become her little haven. She was one of the first few people to visit the café and was immediately captivated by the warmth of the décor and James himself. For the first few days, the guy looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack all the time. Slowly, she started helping him out, she talked to him for a few minutes every day and she helped him with the technology side of his café. Slowly he became her only friend outside of anyone involved in her night activities and he was the only one to stay with her when Billy was murdered.

Her musing was cut short by the bell signaling a customer entering. She could see Mrs. Brown entering. With a small grin at James, "Aw, James your girlfriend is here. You better go ask her what she wants." Not bothered by her teasing even a little, he winked at her, "If I have my way she would be my fiancée but she just keeps saying no and hitting me with her cane" he got up and dramatically bent down to the woman in the wheelchair "Light of my life, tell me you have changed your mind sweetheart and decided to marry me after all." As expected he got hit with her cane. Chuckling at his antics, she waved him good day and walked out. She hadn't even turned the corner from the cafe, when she felt a prick of a needle and her vision went dark. There was no one around to see her weakly scream for help and before she lost her consciousness completely, her blood froze when she heard the man say, "Yeah I got her. I got the Ghost Fox Goddess."