Forget-Me-Not

[Felicity Smoak]

The goal of Malcolm Merlyn had been to level The Glades, with the supposive purpose of rebuilding something better there--yet when you took away the homes of the people, the moved to where there were homes. The moved to the middle class areas, and took them over. Property value went down, as crime rate soared thanks to more and more desperate people.

It took time, but over the years the city was reshaped into a new Starling City--just less starling and shinny. While the Glades had been turned to ruble, over the past four months people were trying to rebuild but no effort was helping enough. Starling City was now a place where only the powerful were safe. And there was no hero to help protect the weak, and stop the powerful. When the Glades fell, so did the Hood. Oliver was lost in the countless people who did not come out of the ruble.

Felicity now worked with Diggle's business in personal security. She did everything from keep books to tracking clients, advertising, and her own personal favorite, trying to find our who wanted the client dead do Diggle could know what he was facing. Leaving his apartment--aka their office--she promised to text as soon as she got home. He would normally walk her home, but Diggle was in Gotham with a client.

She pulled on Oliver's old bike jacket and left. Oliver had left it at the club when he went on his last mission. Felicity had taken it home with her, along with all his old Arrow things so no one would find it and learn who he was. Now days she wore it to remember him by.

Arriving home, she turned on her TV and begin unwinding from her day. She had just pulled on her PJs, and was about to climb into bed when a name came across the TV. No. Not a name. THE name! HIS name! Driving for her remote she held the UP button down until the sound filled the room. ALIVE! Again he had escaped death! Returned to his family! Alive! Alive! He was back!

She got no sleep that day, or the next or the next. It took her almost a week to find out he had returned to Queen Consolidated to try to save it from the take over that had cost her, her old job a few weeks back. He was trying to stop it! She got up that morning, and the next morning dressed in one of her best outfits to go see him. Diggle was surprised he had not called them but she was willing to forgive since he had a lot on his plate with his mother and the take over.

Arriving at the ground floor she spoke to one of the new guards who had not known her. "Felicity Smoak for Oliver Queen. He's not expecting me, but tell him I have some of his things that he lost on the night of the Glades Quake." She had his jacket, bike helmet and a small bag of some other (non-Hood) things in her hands.

She smiled brightly at the guard while waiting to be let up. When he gave her a visitor's pass she grinned and walked to the elevators to ride up to see him. Alive! "Oliver!" She laughed to herself. Soon she would see him.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver was bored. As in . . . really bored. He was sitting in his horribly boring meeting, listening to boring people talk, while he was trying not to yawn from boredom. Summary: he was bored. But he was also the last hope if he wanted to keep this company in the Queen family. He had never really shown interest in business -- or anything associated with having to be responsible. But his father's last words were 'Right my wrongs' and Oliver could only assume that was his way of saying, 'fix the company'. Especially after all that had happened during his absence. He had come back and been informed of so much. His mother was in prison, his sister owned a night club -- that apparently he had started. And his best friend was dead. Oliver didn't know what hell he had returned to. This company was the only semblance of familiarity he had. Plus, this Isabel woman was hot. That was something that kept Oliver's full attention.

That is, until he noticed another rather attractive woman standing outside the meeting room. Besides her obvious attractiveness, there was something else that Oliver immediately noticed: that she was carrying his jacket and bike helmet. "Excuse me," he said, not really caring about people's reactions as he rose and left the meeting. He went out to where the guard and woman he couldn't remember were standing. Hard to not remember someone like her. Then again, he didn't remember a single thing from the moment he witnessed his father's death, to now. "Well, hello there," he said smiling. If there was one thing he didn't forget, it was how to work his charm. "Mr.Queen, this woman says she knows you?" The guard seemed to need confirmation before he would leave him. "Yes, that's right. I know her very well," Oliver said as he gave a small wink at Felicity. And with that, the guard walked away. Even though Oliver lied . . . he would certainly like to get to know her. "So, what brings you here. Besides my helmet and clothes," he said, pointing out part of what was in her hands. Clearly, they were close if she had his belongings.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity grinned all the way to the top, and waited there for Oliver to notice her. When he did she half waved, and waited for him to come out and send the guard on his way. Then he winked at her, and she felt a small euphoric feeling build up, as she just stood there and grinned. Once the guard was away she spoke in a low voice. "I would have come sooner but I had to find out from the news that you were alive! Everyone thought you were dead! I was so happy I cried! . . . not that cry at happy things--but I was really glad to see you alive . . . again."

"Speaking of which, I think you hurt Diggle's feelings by not calling. You should correct that." She glanced through the glass wall at everyone watching them. "Can we go to your office? Or can I wait for you there until you're finished? I have our . . . . night things . . . with me and we should talk about that, and how to continue it."

[Oliver Queen]

She cried? Was she one of those overly emotional women? Was she pregnant?! No no. That wouldn't make sense. Wait, he didn't have a kid did he? That, would be hihgly awkward. Speaking of awkward, who was Diggle? And was she hot too? He didn't want to seem like too much of an idiot, so he decided to play along. "Oh right. Yeah, I'll get right on that," he said, not even knowing who Diggle was. Maybe he could ask for their number later. He could always use that whole 'I got a new phone' excuse. Then she asked if they could go to his office . . . and talk about their plans . . . at night. Oh yeah. That was good. That was really good. "Of course," he said smiling, not even bothering to let the others know he wasn't going back to the meeting.

Instead, he just let the mystery woman to his office, as he closed the door behind her. He was really trying hard to not have to admit that he had no memory of her. Women could be rather emotional about that sort of thing. "So, what kind of 'night things' do you have?" He asked, a tone of somewhat subtle flirtation in his voice. Clearly, something had happened between them. She was far too beautiful for him to not be with. No reason in the world could explain why he hadn't done anything with her. And plus, the vibe he was getting from her convinced him that she too was interested. And to add to everything else that was already obvious, she had things for their nightly activities. This was going to be great.

[Felicity Smoak]

She following him to his office and kept grinning the whole time. He was alive! And in a good mood! Oliver was never in this much of a good mood! He was more serious and less . . . carefree. It was good to see him like this once and while. He even asked her about his night things, which made her laugh. "Look who's brain is saying things badly now." She teased, knowing that normally it was her.

She stared at him for a moment longer, before shaking her head. "Sorry! I don't mean to stare but I thought you were dead! Everyone did! Seeing you alive again . . . It's just a really good feeling to know you made it out of that horrible night. I didn't stop looking for weeks, and then there were not more survivors."

"Seeing you here . . . It's almost surreal." She dropped everything still in her hands in the chair and moved closer to him, her arms open for a hug. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Felicity inhaled his scent. Pulling back her hands came down to rest on his chest. "Welcome home, Oliver."

[Oliver Queen]

Saying things badly? She wasn't trying to be subtle about it, so why should he? Before he had a chance to respond to that, she went on about how she had been looking for him for weeks. She wasn't one of those stalkery types, was she? No. He didn't get that feel from her. What it seemed was that she cared about him. Which was something he appreciated. And then she came up and hgged him. He kept his arms out for a moment, as if he didn't know how to react. But . . . there was something oddly comforting about her embrace. Yes. They were close indeed. He finally put his arms around her, his hands resting on her back, as they slowly slid down lower and lower and right before they reached where he was inching toward -- assuming this was the nature of their, relationship -- she pulled back and little and rested her hands on his chest.

He smiled at her, a perfectly innocent smile as he thought of what to say to her . . . well, to all that she had said. His hands casually rested on her waist, trying to formulate an accurate response. "Its good to be home," he stated. At least that much he could say with all honesty. As confusing and disorienting as it was, it was good to be home. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for this long," he added, a smile still on his face as he tried to be his charming self. Maybe that would give him some insight as to how long they had been seeing each other for. It was nothing serious, right? Oliver didn't do serious well . . . Laurel being a prime example of that."So, how have you been?" He asked, hoping to get a better understanding of her, and also to get the focus off of him for the moment.

[Felicity Smoak]

She felt his hands slide down to her lower back and for a moment she thought Oliver was making an advance on her but in the end she knew it was only her imagination. She was just glad he was alive and it was making her see things in his actions that she wanted. "No, I get it. With your mother, and then everything that happened that night, then come back from the dead again. I figured you needed some space."

He asked how she was and she could answer with pride, and good news. "Good! Well, fired from here. I no long work for you! Not in the daytime at least. Still yours at night! I work for Diggle now, he went back to working as a body guard, and I'm helping him run that. He is trying to get someone to take over his client now, so he can come back tot he city and go back to being your body guard."

"How have you been? Since coming home again. Where were you for so long?"

[Oliver Queen]

The more this woman talked, the more confused he was, though he was managing to conceal his confusion as much as possible. Wait, she works for him, at night? She wasn't a . . . noooo. That didn't make sense. Oliver didn't have to pay for that sort of thing. OH! Diggle was his bodyguard? Why did he need a bodyguard? Oliver didn't want to ask. It would be far too much of a giveaway. Right now, he was just trying to process everything she was telling him. "Right, bodyguard. Yeah that would be good." Clearly he had one for some reason unknown to him. He was trying to let everything fall into place and he would just have to adapt to what his life was like in those years that were vacant from his memory. "Oh, you know. I've been around." How could he explain where he had been when he himself didn't fully understand.

"I'm far more interested in talking about how we spend our nights." Change of subject, kind of. His smile returned as he was eager to hear that part of the conversation. Or at least make plans to do something fun once they got out of this boring office. "By the way, you can consider yourself rehired." He had no idea what she did for him, or what department she worked in. He only hoped that by rehiring her, she would give some sort of idea as to where did work . . . or maybe even how they met, if the work place was indeed how they met.

[Felicity Smoak]

He got around? That was the big mystery? "You were dead Oliver. Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come back. Had Diggle not seen you alive, I would have thought you died at Merlyn Global, but instead I assumed it was somewhere in the Glades. What happened between leaving for the Glads and last week?" She needed to know. While Oliver didn't talk about somethings much, this was important.

He wanted to know how they spend their nights. "Yeah, speaking of which, is Detective Lance--or Officer Lance, joining us now? Or is it still me you and Diggle?" He had said he trusted Lance, but then didn't tell him anything more then he needed to know. Felicity had not told him more but she needed to know for sure before he showed back up as the Hoods, and Lance began asking questions again.

[Oliver Queen]

She was asking him all these questions and he had no idea how to answer them, yet she seemed like she really wanted to know. Since when did conversations with women get so intense? Usually it was just straight to business. Then again, he was capable of having a 'serious' talk. He just didn't want one right now. "I don't think this is the best time or place to talk about all that," he said. That sounded like fairly legit reasoning, didn't it? He hoped she would take that and they could move on to talk about something -- or well, not talk at all. It was her next question that totally confused. Wasn't Diggle a dude?! And . . . Officer Lance?! Where did he come from?! This was just getting too weird.

This girl was freaky.

"I was thinking maybe just you and me tonight." Again, he hoped she would take that. He didn't want any sort of weird threesomes. What exactly did this woman do again? "I've been away for a long time." Yes. He was going to play that card. "I thought it would be nice if we just have some, one on one time. Just you and me." And if all went well, then tonight, they wouldn't even need to continue on with the conversation he was currently trying to ignore. There wouldn't be any conversation at all.

[Felicity Smoak]

EVERYTHING else he might have said and done disappeared in that moment, because Oliver Queen was asking her to take the night off and spending it with just him? Just her? Really?! "You . . . you want a night alone with me? No Diggle?Just us?" Ir was hard to believe and it just happened to be something that could happen. "I doubt he will be in until tomorrow anyway.

Oliver was holding her, touching her, asking her for nights out. It was too good to be true. Too good. "Tell me how you see tonight going, I want to know." She needed him to spell it out for her so that she either knew that she was not crazy, that she had not snappped....

She also needed to hear it because while she would love to think the time apart opened his eyes, Felicity also knew that there was somethings that Oliver did not do, and mixing business and pleasure was one of them.

[Oliver Queen]

It was odd that she seemed so surprised. Were they always doing . . . group things? That didn't sound like Oliver's style. Two women, perhaps. But definitely not another man and woman. But with her questions, they were FINALLY getting to a subject that he much preferred. He continued to smile, pulling her a bit closer to him. "Wouldn't you rather be surprised?" He asked, a hint of flirtation in his voice.

"But if I have to answer, I would say, you and me, candlelight dinner. Couple glasses of wine." He paused, doubting that it would take more than that. With her hug and previous implications . . . well, surely they had already gone there before. "I doubt we would need anything else," he added in a low voice, as he leaned forward to kiss her. This was what he was talking about. Finally! He didn't remember the last year plus that he was in Starling City. But at least he didn't waste his time; at least he had hooked up with a beautiful blond. This was defintely more like it.

[Felicity Smoak]

Candle light, romance, holding her closer, kissing. It was everything she had ever wanted from him. He was more carefree, and happy, and did not wear the weight of the city on him and that was everything she had ever wanted for him.

And they were neither anything Oliver would ever give himself.

Removing his hands from her, she took a few steps back from the Oliver about to kiss her (and her dreams)and moved toward where she had left the bag of Oliver's secrets. Protect them. She wasn't sure why but that was her first them. Protect Oliver's secrets. "That's really unexpected." And apart of it hurt all the more because it was what she had wanted. "You've never expressed anything like that before." Which was why she thought this wasn't her Oliver.

"What do we do at night, Oliver? I really need you to tell me." Because only the real Oliver would know and Felicity didn't know HOW but somehow this was not the real Oliver! This was not HER Oliver--though technology none of them were.

[Oliver Queen]

Ohh well, damn. He had apparently been wrong. With her stepping away, stating it was unexpected, and revealing that he had never done anything like that before . . . well, it was clear Oliver had misunderstood. But, was he really that off his game? What did they do at night then, if not what he had initially thought? "I haven't? How come?" He asked, wondering what the nature of their relationship was, if not a romantic one. What was the reason that they hadn't done anything like that before? Surely, he'd hit on her before. If not, then there was something seriously wrong with him. And with her hug . . . Oliver had a feeling he was about to get busted. Especially when she asked him again what they did at night. If they didn't do anything intimate, then he had absolutely no idea.

He didn't know how to play along now. He had thought it was a typical female relationship with her. But it wasn't, and now he was completley stuck. His mind tried desperately to think of something to say that would not be so telling of his actual mental state. Damn his amnesia. It was frustrating enough to not remember anything, and this was just bringing back those feelings of frustration. "Why don't you tell me." He knew he wasn't going to be able to get out of this way. "And while you're at it, explain why you have my stuff." If they were not doing what he thought, then why was she 'so happy' to see him, and why was she carrying around his things.

[Felicity Smoak]

He asked why he had not ever made move on her before, and for the life of her Felicity really didn't know. She assumed it was because she wasn't as smooth or model like as the other women, but Oliver really didn't seem that shallow to her most the time. "I don't know. Oliver just doesn't." Wait! Don't give him things to know! "No! I am asking the questions here!"

Which were important ones! "So you need to tell me what I wanted to know or . . . " Oh great! "I will tell everyone you're not the real Oliver! I will expose you!" There! She even managed to say it with confidence and not sound like and idiot. She would expose him . . . if he didn't kill her. Pulling her phone quickly from her pocket she moved like she would call someone. "I will start with Diggle!" Who she had told him was out of town! "Who has men down int he lobby." Yeah! Men in the lobby! . . . who had to get past the guards. "Big men. Who fight specially."

None of this was working. "I'll scream." There! "And this is glass!" She pointed to the glass wall. "And I helped build the computer system that protects this place, and if I even crack that glass the police will be called!" There! THAT was a good lie! "So start talking!"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver started at her like she was crazy because . . . well, she was crazy! What the hell was she even talking about?! She was threatening to tell everyone that he wasn't really Oliver? Apparently she was one of those crazy type. Stalkery, not quite. But something was definitely off with what she was saying and 'threatening' to do. Though her threats left him unphased. He wasn't afraid of her . . . what did she say, calling someone and 'exposing' him or screaming loud enough to what, break the glass? When she said that she helped build the computer system, that at least revealed what it is she did. And probably how they met. "Let me get this straight, you're going to tell everyone in a cooperation that I own, that I'm not really Oliver Queen." He was just trying to follow along with her crazy train of thought which he didn't even understand! "You're also failing to remember how much security I have." He was Oliver Queen! He could get her out of here with the snap of his fingers.

"So let's try this again. What do you want and why do you have my stuff?" He wasn't worried about her threats. They seemed pretty minimal because she was acting as if he wasn't going to kick her out and get a restraining order. Oliver wasn't above using his positon to convenience his life . . . that was what it was for after all. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against his desk, showing that he was not intimidated or felt threatened by her. He was merely waiting for her to answer because quite frankly, he didn't have time for this. No. That was a lie. He had time. He just dind't want to have to deal with this right now. His life was confusing enough. Now he had one more insane person to deal with.

[Felicity Smoak]

The new Oliver had a point. She didn't hold the power here. She needed Diggle here! Moving she bent to pick up the bag, knowing she could not leave it behind. "I think I better just go." Before he killed her, or worse got her bared from the building. Felicity reached for the jacket but hesitated because she wasn't sure the not-Oliver would let her take it.

Leaving it she felt sad, and like she had lost a bit more of Oliver. So instead she looked up at him. "Officer Lance." That was her power card. "He is friends with the Hood, and we all know what he does to bad men in power." Let him talk himself from that threat. Taking her bag, she turned and left the jacket, knowing she could not take it again. If he tried she could over power her. And she needed to leave before he got the idea to stop her.

Not even waiting to see his reaction to her threat of Officer Lance, because the real Oliver would have known what they did at night--where as this Foliver (fake Oliver), didn't even know who she was! Turning halfway to the door she lifted her hand to point at him and tell him that Diggle would NOT be his body guard either, but the hand she lifted was the bag, and one of the things came out of it--the old brownish notebook that had the list of names. Felicity as it flew a few feet from here, and ran to pick it up, then turned to run to the door.

[Oliver Queen]

First she was so excited to see him, and now she was leaving? Oliver didn't get it. But he wasn't sure what else to ask either. She then spoke of Officer Lance. A man who probably hated Oliver's guts for what he did to Sarah . . . and Laurel. "The Hood?" He questioned, having heard of the vigilante's name. "Are you seriously threatening me with Lance and a vigilante?" Lance was indeed a threat. He was pretty sure the man wanted to shoot Oliver dead for what he did. Which was why he avoided seeing him since he returned.

Though he wasn't sure what had happened during the time Oliver's memory was blank. She seemed as if she was going to say something, but instead, a small familiar notebook flew out of her bag and onto the ground. Oliver's gaze fixated on it, suddenly forgetting everything else for the moment. He hurried toward her and grabbed her arm to stop her. "Where did you get that from?" He asked, his voice more serious than . . . well, ever before. He may not have seen the inside, but he knew it was the same thing. It was far too much of a coincidence for it not to be.

[Felicity Smoak]

She noticed Foliver come over to her and she tired to hurry more to the door, but he caught her, by grabbing her arm in a rather manly and tight way, before demanding to know where she got the notebook. The fact that he knew it n sight was not a good thing! Maybe his name was in it! "The store across the street sells them! It's a fad!" She lied and tried pulling her arm out of his grip.

And when that failed she tried again, then once more before holding the book behind her, and glaring up at him. "You are annoyingly strong, you know that!" Which reminded her of Oliver. "This is a glass wall, do you really think if I yelled for help that people would not come running?" His guards were his, but they were also human! She needed to believe they would not let her get hurt.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver didn't believe her excuse for a second. It wasn't a fad. There was nothing popular about it. His father had given him this notebook right before he shot himself in the head. Survive. That was the last word Oliver remembered. And whoever this woman was, might know something more. A lot more. She then told him he was annoyingly strong and that she would yell for help. It wasn't that Oliver was worried that his guards would come running, or concerned about her threat . . . it was the fact that he genuinely didn't want to hurt her. He hadn't even realized he was holding onto her that tight. He supposed he didn't even know his own strength. He let her arm go, wondering what had even made her grab her so hard.

"Look, just tell me where you got the notebook from." His voice wasn't as stern, but more . . . pleading. "My father had one just like that, before he died." He wasn't about to tell her the details. That his father died so that he could live. Not yet anyway. "I, need to know," he added, hoping she would tell him. This was one detail that he could not overlook. Because somehow, he felt like this notebook was the key to everything.

[Felicity Smoak]

Foliver did the thing that Oliver did so often, and used his voice to say please rather then this words. And it always worked. "You are annoyingly persuasive." She muttered, and walked away from him, but deeper into the office. She wasn't sure why but it was that tone, and the way he let her go that made her feel she could trust him some. Even still she would NOT be handing over the book anytime soon!

"Oliver Queen gave it too me." Which was as much as she could give him. This was Oliver's secret not hers, and unless Oliver's life was on the line she would not be talking! "If you were Oliver Queen, then you'd know that. I would not be standing here telling you this." She looked at his face, and eyes--ones that she was very good at knowing from the amount of time she had stared at him for. "You'd know it. You'd know about that, and so much more." Tucking the book into her pocket she stared at him. Waiting for him to say something, and give her a reason not to try to walk out again.

[Oliver Queen]

She wasn't walking in the direction he didn't want her to. She was walking properly back into his office, rather than inching toward the door. She still didn't believe that he was him, and telling him things that he didn't even know. "I am Oliver Queen," he protested. Just . . . not the Oliver Queen that she seemed to think he was. He was still curious about the nature of their relationship, but now wasn't the time to ask that. Or was it? No no! Book. Right. Priorities. He supposed he would have to admit it to her. He had tried to play it off, but with her -- for whatever reason -- it wasn't working.

"I don't remember anything." He should probably elaborate a bit. "The last six years anyway," he added. "My last memory is seeing my father shoot himself so that I could live." A guilt that despite his memory loss, he would always carry with him. "So I have no idea who you are, or why you have that book." He hated admitting this but she seemed to know him well, so he had to trust his instinct. His gut was telling him it was alright to tell her, especially since she seemed to know everything already.

[Felicity Smoak]

He was Oliver? He went on to explain why he was Oliver, and she felt herself believing him. He LOOKED like Oliver, and sounded like him, and even did some of the things that Oliver did so it was easy to thi--wait, what?! "Your father shot himself?"

Her mouth was hanging slightly open, and she just stared at him. It was something he had not told anyone! Or she assumed no one! Oliver didn't talk about the island much. "I'm sorry." She apologized for her shock and staring, while shaking her head and talking more. "You just always said he drowned, and only have given a few details of the island. The rest is really general---so you have no idea who I am?"

"You just decided I must be someone you slept with?"

[Oliver Queen]

"Your father shot himself?" Oliver stared at her for a moment. "You . . . didn't know?" He asked. He thought she knew practically everything! But apparently he had kept some things from her. He would have to be more careful with what he said, and how much he revealed. Maybe it was best that she do the talking. That she tell him what she knew rather than him assume. He had tried to do that and well, it had failed miserably. Thankfully, she moved the subject along to how he had given few details of the island. He didn't remember what happened on the Island. Whatever it was, he must have blocked it out for a reason. Because when he changed, he saw the scars that covered his body. And he had no idea how he'd gotten any of them.

"No," he said answering her question about having no idea who she was. "I just assumed that cause, well you seemed really happy to see me. And you had some of my clothes. And you talked about our nights together." And she was hot. But now might not be the best time to throw that in there. He was trying to control his gaze from checking her out . . . again. But man, with legs like that, it was hard. "I just figured that you and I were, you know." Together. But not serious. Because as he had already remembered, he didn't do serious well. "Guess I was wrong?" He was partly asking her because . . . well, if it wasn't sex, then what did they do at night that seemed so important?

[Felicity Smoak]

"No Oliver--you--the other you . . . . He doesn't talk about the island much. You have given some things, but you once told me that it had been five years, and nothing god had happened there. It was easy to see that the memories were hard for you, so no one ever presses for more. I do know some of it." She thought for a moment for something good. "Sarah is alive." He would have forgotten that. "She survived to the island, but you though she died there but then she came back here. Her father knows, but no one else."

He had commented on 'them' and she wondered why this Oliver would hit on her and the other one would not. "He doesn't see me that way." As someone he could date, or be more with. She never asked why. "I have your things because you left them when you went into the glades the night of the quake. You went to help people, but you never came out. So yes, I was happy to see you alive. You're my friend. I thought I had lost you. Diggle too. We are a team." More then he knew.

She stepped closer a few steps. "Are you pretending to have your memories? Why?" She paused for a moment, "You are going to need my help."