Forget-Me-Not

[Oliver Queen]

He was trying to keep up with everything she was saying. Nothing good had happened on the Island? How did he survive for 5 years there?! His memory was blank. And he wanted to ask her to tell him what she knew of his experience there. But all questions fled his mind when she said three words. "Sarah is alive." Who in the where when what?! Sarah was alive?! Only her father knew?! Oliver took in this massive piece of information. He had watched her die . . . no. He had assumed she had drowned. It had been his fault. But . . . she was alive. "She's . . . " He was still trying to take in this information. "Where is she?" He needed to see her. He needed to physically see her for himself to make sure that this wasn't just a cruel lie. "Why doesn't Laurel know? She needs to know!" How could they keep something like this from her?! How could her father not tell Laurel that Sarah was alive after all this time?! It made no sense, and Oliver wasn't sure he could lie to Laurel about something so huge!

He was still trying to process that whenshe went on to speak about the quake in the Glades. Where he had apparently gone missing. He had, helped people? That didn't sound like him. While he wasn't overly insensitive, why would he charge into the Glades and save people? Even if he wanted to, he wasn't capable of that. "I can't remember, anything," he repeated, feeling his head spin from the overload of information. He had been on an Island where bad things happened for 5 years. Sarah was alive. He was a team with her and some dude named Diggle and . . . well, he was pretty sure she told him a lot more but his mind was unable to wrap itself around everything. It was too much. He leaned against his desk, this time for support, remaining silent, trying to think of what was most important to say first. "I thought it would be easier, not telling anyone that I lost my memory." It had worked so far, until now. "Why is it different with you?" Meaning, how did she know so quickly that he had no recollection of the past six years. How close were they?!

[Felicity Smoak]

"No!" She took another step forward as if he was about to run off right now to tell everyone! "You can't." How to explain. She was quite for a moment before speaking, "You've seen your chest, Oliver, you have to have some idea of what happened on the island, even if you don't know the details. It changed you. You don't talk about, but it has. Things happened to her too, and she's not ready to come back. Her life is her secret, and you can't break that. It has to be her."

Felicity watched him for a moment trying to think of what to tell him. "I only met her a few times, but she seemed like she was conflicted about coming back from the dead. She had to change to survive and she wasn't sure her family could handle that. She told her dad and for now that is all she can go. She left for while, and said she would be back one day. You just have to give her the chance to do it on her own."

And as for why she could tell. "Oliver is different. Well, you're different. The island changed him too, and sometimes it was for the better and sometimes not." She liked to think she knew him better then most people, because she saw both sides of him. The Hood and Oliver Queen.

"Oliver needed my help to do some things, with the book. Get information. He came to me and asked me to look into some things--with really bad lies. Eventually he trusted me with the details of the names in the book. We worked on it at night, with Diggle--your best friend now days. Or close too. When you didn't know anything about that, I knew you were not Oliver."

"Plus you hit on me, and tried to kiss me--both things Oliver has never done." Pity. "Do you even know my name?"

[Oliver Queen]

So she knew about his scars too? Oliver had wanted to ask about them, and it seemed that she had started explaining them to him. Though, she didn't know many of the details either. Did anyone know? Maybe Sarah did? Wait, did Sarah have similar scars like he did? Were they on the same island? Did they go through the same ordeals? He wanted to -- needed to -- see her. "It was my fault that she was on the boat. I need to talk to her. I need to see that she's ok." If she had been through a similar experience as him, then she would be the only one who could explain it to him. Fill in those blanks. This woman may know who he was in Starling, but he didn't know anyone else who knew who he was on the Island. Apparently, it had changed him. Changed him to who? To what? "Can you not talk like there's a third person here. I'm Oliver. Me!" She was making him sound like two different people and he had no idea why. "I don't understand. How did I change? What did we find out about the book?" He had so many questions, and currently no one else to ask. Besides, she was giving him all this information and all it was creating more questions!

She then mentioned that 'Oliver' would not hit on her. Why was that such a big deal? It also seemed to be the determining factor that made her realize that he was not 'himself' . . . whatever that meant. "Are we like brother and sister or something?" He asked sarcastically -- kinda-- wondering why it was so bad that he hit on her. "Do we have some sort of code or rule that says no flirting or making out allowed?" His questions were half rhetorical, half serious, and his tone was just a bit frustrated with, well everything. He still didn't understand the nature of their relationship! Why had he trusted her with his father's book? "Look, I just acted on instinct, like I usually do." Hit on a pretty lady. It wasn't that hard to explain! That was who he was. Oliver Queen: playboy millionaire. Though he was getting the distinct feeling that that was no longer who he was.

[Felicity Smoak]

"Sarah didn't leave us with a number or anything so we have no way of knowing where she went. You have to just give her time to come back on her own." He didn't have a choice. None of them did when it came to Sarah, as Felicity wanted to respect her wishes and let her so things Sarah's way.

"I don't know why Oliv--you never did. Never do." She forced a shurg and tried to make it look like she wasn't bothered by that, but she knew that she had always wondered. "Guess I'm not your type or something. There have been other girls, but never me." Knowing she was showing some of her confusion and a little of the hurt she forced a smile, and tried to talk to escape that. "Guess that was some of how you changed."

Felicity was not going to talk about the notebook until she could clear some things out in her mind. This Oliver could not be trusted with her Oliver's secrets. Not yet. She needed to decide what she could tell him and what she could not. "My name is Felicity. You didn't ask, but it's Felicity Smoak." Another way he had changed. Her Oliver cared to learn everyone's names, this one just looked at her and saw the skirt. Which was why she had worn it, and for once got the reaction from him she wanted, but she liked her Oliver too. She wanted the mix of them.

[Oliver Queen]

Time. Just give her time. Oliver didn't understand. If she was alive, why wasn't she returning to her family? Why wouldn't she want to be with her mother and father . . . and with Laurel. Felicity explained the reasons, as vague as they were, but Oliver couldn't accept them. Sarah was alive! Everyone who cared about her deserved to know that. But if there was no way of contacting her, how could he find her? Did he know anyone who could help him track people down? She went on to say that whoever he was after the island, did not hit on her. Well, he supposed he had been way off base then. Well, he could say that, but at the same time, it didn't seem right. Surely he hadn't changed that much. "Really?" He asked, still surprised, and still trying to focus on something that was less . . . traumatic to hear about. "I don't think that's it." Because, well she was blonde and hot. How was that not his type? She then gave him her name . . . which he realized her hadn't asked yet.

"Felicity," he repeated. It didn't sound familiar. Neither did Diggle, or anyone else that he hadn't known before the Island. "Are there any other, girls I should know about?" She said that there were others . . . did he have a girlfriend? Exes that he needed to watch out for? Might as well get in all the information he could since he had bombed his encounter with her. And . . . again, it was easier to focus on this than all the other stuff that she had told him. He was still processing it, and in the meantime, felt he could ask her almost anything. Maybe that was part of their friendship? He wasn't sure. He was just going to go with it.

[Felicity Smoak]

He seemed surprised that he would not hit on her. Did-did he think she was pretty? Pre-Island Oliver thought she was pretty? It only made her wonder more about her Oliver. Did he? He was on a island for 5 years! Shouldn't that make him less picky? Oliver even just said that wasn't it, hinting she might be his type. It both excited and hurt. Why not her?

He said her name for the first time-for him. Before she could smile at it his next words made it clear he was not dwelling on her. "McKenna Hall." Whom he knew pre-island. "You dated her for a while, but she was shot and moved to California." That was the simple version. The long one couldn't be told yet. "She was a cop. A vigilante name The Huntress shot her in the lower belly. Just missed the spine. The Hood cashed the Huntress out of town, and got help for Miss Hall. Saved her life." She wanted him to know the Hood was a good man.

"I don't actually know every girl you've. ....'dated'....but I liked McKenna. Never met her, but she made you smile......you didn't smile much before." Just because he didn't want her the way she liked him, didn't mean she hated every girl in his past. Only the trigger happy ones. "There was also Helena. Briefly......very briefly. She had a lot of anger issues toward her father. I think it's safe to say you broke it off."

[Oliver Queen]

McKenna. Her name brought a smile to Oliver's face as he thought back to all the good times they had together. So he had dated her then. Hmmm. That was interesting. His smile faded when Felicity went on to explain that she had been shot and moved away. He wanted to ask if she was ok, and what had happened, but Felicity seemed to anticipate he would ask for details, because she went on to explain the story which . . . sounded utterly ridiculous. But ridiculous enough to be the truth. No lie would be that convoluted. She mentioned the Hood and Oliver wondered if he had ever met the vigilante before. The whole idea seemed a bit ridiculous, a Robin Hood wannabe running around shooting arrows. How come she didn't think it was ridiculous? It was then that she said he didn't smile much. That, also didn't sound like him. Why wouldn't he smile? Oliver didn't need to ask that right away, because his mind went to the scars on his body and he wondered . . . just how much he had been through.

Then she brought up a woman named Helena. That, was not a name Oliver was familiar with so clearly he met her after he returned from the island. But they were no longer together. Because . . . why? At least he was dating. That was something that hadn't changed. Although, two relationships in a year, and not going out with Felicity . . . something didn't add up. Usually he wasn't the committment kind of guy. But with the way Felicity was talking about these women . . . it seemed more than just a one night stand type of thing. There was only one woman that he had ever been serious with. "What about Laurel?" He asked. Before he had left, she had wanted to live together and he had agreed because . . . he couldn't think of a reason why not. He cared about her though, a lot. So he wondered where they stood right now. Had he been with her when he returned to Starling? He was well aware that she would have been furious with him but . . . had they worked things out?

[Felicity Smoak]

Watching his face, Felicity could tell this was hard for him to hear and deal with. She walked over to him and put her hand on his arm, smiling up at him in a way that she hoped he understood how she knew this wasn't easy for him. "Can we sit and talk? Or go somewhere?" So he was not in a classroom where everyone could see.

"Your a very private man, Oliver. You play your cards really close to your chest. I like to think I know you well....maybe I only think I do, but......I've had the privilege to know more then others. Even then, I don't know what's between you and her."

"She was a lawyer at RNIC, in the glades. She was there when it happened. Her father got her out, but Tommy didn't make it. He was there because they were dating. Had been for a while. I know you went on a few double dates with them. You seemed supportive of them. Genuinely happy for them, but. . . I really hope you were." It would say too much about his self sacrifice if he wasn't.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver listened attentively as Felicity spoke about how he was private. Was he? That didn't really sound like him at all. He was private in some things, but he was pretty easy going. Well, easy going as in . . . not overly complex. It wasn't until she spoke about Tommy that he felt his entire mood shift. He knew his best friend had passed away. When he returned, everyone was paying their condolences to him over Tommy's death. Oliver was in denial, even still. It was as if he was still expecting his best friend to show up, pretending to be dead so he could go to some exotic location with a handful of models. As if that was not enough to process, she went on to explain that Tommy and Laurel had been . . . together. And that Oliver had accepted it and, went on double dates with them?! "No," he argued, unable to believe or accept that. "You don't know what you're talking about," he added, clear irritation in his voice. But deep, deep down, he knew it was true. He was once again, in denial. "That doesn't make any sense! How would Laurel and Tommy . . . " He was just shaking his head, unable to absorb that massive piece of information.

Where was everyone he knew. Tommy was dead. Laurel was who knows where. Sarah was MIA. His father was dead. His mother was in prison. Who else was there that he could trust? Was it only Felicity and that Diggle person that he was friends with? Was there no one else that he was familiar with before he lost his memory?! "You said Laurel was a lawyer at RNIC. Where is she now?" She . . . wasn't dead, was she? No. She couldn't be! He hadn't heard anything about that, and he had been avoiding her but now . . . now he felt the need to see her. And maybe even tell her that Sarah was alive. Whatever logic Felicity was using, Oliver wasn't going for it. Laurel deserved to know that her sister wasn't dead. And, he just needed to see her. To understand how her and Tommy were together. He wasn't jealous. How could he be when he his best friend was no longer here. He was just, confused. And he needed to talk to someone he actually remembered.

[Felicity Smoak]

When Oliver grew irritated she let go of his arms and took a step back. "I could have read it wrong." She said softly. Her Oliver she trusted to react some ways, but this was another Oliver. The more she looked at him the more she saw someone else. Still Oliver, but so very different too. He wasn't guarded. He said what he was thinking. He wasn't . . . . He was different.

"I'm not sure. I would assume she found another job by now. I can look it up for you." She offered, trying to help him even though it sort of hurt that he wouldn't accept her word on anything. He didn't know her, she could understand how that might make it hard to believe. "Can I use your computer?" Walking that way, she didn't wait for permission--she knew his passwords--and began typing. Glaceing up at him, and then back down. "You can't tell her about Sarah. Oliver isn't---" supposed to know. "It's Sarah's secret to tell. Sarah is keeping yours, and you should keep her's."

[Oliver Queen]

She was offering to look it up but . . . Oliver knew where Laurel lived. And if she was in the same apartment, then he could find her himself. He didn't even get a chance to answer her question when she went ahead and used his computer anyway. Not that he cared. They were apparently . . . friends, or whatever, so it seemed she was comfortable enough around him to do stuff like that. She then seemed to read his mind and tell him that he couldn't tell Laurel about Sarah. Oliver couldn't disagree more. She had a right to know. Laurel blamed him for Sarah's death. And well, Sarah was alive! If the situation were reversed, if Thea was presumed dead and alive and Laurel knew yet didn't say anything to Oliver . . . he would be furious and beyond hurt, at the very least. "Oh yeah, and what secret is that?" He doubted he had any secret that was as significant as Sarah being alive. "I don't know you." Which was, true. In his mind, he didn't know her. She may know him, and may know a lot about him, but fact of the matter was . . . he had no recollection of who she was. "So I'm going to find someone I do remember." Laurel. He could always talk to Laurel.

With that, he made his way to the door but just before he could step out, he heard screams and panic and . . . a group of hooded men with rather large guns. They were standing at the door of his office, blocking his way out and while they walked in, Oliver backed up, moving deeper into his office. "Oliver Queen. You, have failed this city!" Oliver stared at them in shock, confusion, fear . . . and so many other emotions. He had a gun pointed right at him, and he had no idea what to do. His hands were up on either side of him to show the men that he wasn't going to make a move. Without even realizing it, he was moving to a very specific position. Perhaps it was instinct, or reflex, but whatever it was, he was competely unaware that he positioned himself so that he was standing in front of Felicity, blocking her from the guns being pointed at her. "What do you want?!" He questioned. What the hell were they talking about when they said he had failed this city? What did that even mean?!

[Felicity Smoak]

His words hurt! And she just watched him, her fingers not moving over the keys as her mind tried to think about how to gain his trust--because right now Oliver's greatest threat was Oliver. He was about to ruin everything he had worked for because he could not remember WHY he had built the walls, and why it was important to keep secrets. "Wait, Oliver!" She called trying to get him to stop, but just as she had gotten up and rounded the desk---chaos ensued.

Men dressed as Hood mockeries came in with guns and turned Oliver's words against him. He moved back toward her, and Felicity lifted one hand to touch his back so he would know where she was. That was when she realized he was ducking behind him and he had no idea how to protect them! Felicity began to move from out behind him but then she moved back behind him. What was she doing?! SHE didn't know how to protect them!!

No! This was Oliver and they were going to shot him! She could not lose him twice! "Stop!" She called and moved around him quickly, to stand with him on her left side, her hand pushing him back while her other flung out to ask them to stop. "Please stop!"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver had no idea what to do. Or what to stare at. The guns or Felicity running around inn a panic. No the guns. Definitely the guns. Pointed right at him. These men looked like they meant business. "Look, if you want money, I can pay. Whatever the amount, I can give it to you." Because he was rich, and that was all he had to offer right now. Despite her frollicking around the office, Felicity finally came to a settled position . . . between him and the guns. What was she doing?! Why was she putting herself in harm's way like this?! "Leave lady. We only want Queen." Oh well, that was reassuring. He looked at Felicity, clearly at a loss of how to handle these guys. "Go," he urged her. He didn't remember her, and he didn't remember how close they were . . . but what he would be able to remember is the guilt he would feel if she -- or anyone -- was hurt because of him.

"Go!" He repeated, his voice getting more urgent but she didn't seem to be leaving. She was not in a good position right now, and neither was he. But hey, better one person's life being threatened than two right? "I can get my checkbook, its right on the desk there and--" "We don't want your money!" Damn it! That was all Oliver had to offer. "Well what do you want?" He dared to ask. "Justice! For what the Queen family did. You and your family are responsible for the death of over 500 people." Oliver may not remember much, but he knew this had to with the Glades earthquake. Because it was the reason his mother was in prison. "I've barley been in the city!" He argued. He wasn't about to tell them that he lost his memory, but he wasn't going to say that he was guilty for what they were accusing him off. "With your death, justice will be served!" Oliver could see them aiming their guns and he took a deep breath. Of all the ways he thought he'd die, this was the last possible way he imagined he'd go.

[Felicity Smoak]

Leave?! Looking back at Oliver, she was about to tell him she could not leave, but when they began talking about killing him she knew she had too. She had to get help--or be the help. Defiantly the later. It hard to tip toe in heels, but she managed to walk away from Oliver, and between two of the men toward to door. None of them glanced at her. Apparently she wasn't a threat! How insulting!

Reaching for the statue things by the door (good thing art was heavy!) she picked it up and then looked at Oliver. Slipping her shoes off, she moved a few steps closer to her target, and then paused for bravery. Looking back at Oliver again, she lifted the thing over her head--do it!, she told herself while she just hung there for a moment. With one last look at him she brought it down on the man's head, and with some manner of luck he actually went down! "Oh! Yay!"

That caused all three of the other men to look her way. "Oh! Oops!"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver was trying to offer money for his life, but it was difficult when he noticed the Felicity woman, inching toward some statue that looked heavier than her with the way she carried it. And even took off her shoes -- which he thought for a moment she was going to chuck at the Hoods. She was looking at him, and Oliver's gaze was moving back and forth between her, the man pointing the gun at him, and then of course, the gun. Her timing was impeccable because he could have sworn that the moment he was about to get shot, was the moment that one of the men fell to the ground. Everyone stared at her in surprise -- including Oliver. And then they stared back at him. This time, Oliver was quick to react. He leaped over the table just as the bullets hit the wall behind it. He was ducking, using it for cover, when he realized that Felicity was still out there, with the guns blazing. He had no idea where his bravery came from but he popped his head up and grabbed the stapler from his desk.

He saw one of the armed men about to grab Felicity, and Oliver threw the stapler with all his strength, right at the man's head . . . right at his nose which had impaired his vision. Which, Oliver had been aiming for but . . . how had he actually hit his target?! Weird. But he didn't have time to think on it. There were still conscious gun men! One of them tried to shoot him again, but Oliver jumped onto the desk, clenched his fist, and punched the man right across the face, sending him to the ground. Getting off the desk, he ran toward Felicity and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the room. "Security!" He yelled, but the rest of the office building seemed to be just as chaotic as his own office. He ducked down, pulling Felicity in front of him so that his own body was shielding her from any potential bullets coming their way. He didn't know what instinct he was acting on. He wasn't even thinking. He was just, acting.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt a moment's panic as all the men looked at her, and she took a step backwards. Everything else happened so quickly that she almost assumed Oliver had lied about having no memories. A cry of pain, a stapler on the floor and she was being pulled from the while Oliver yelled for his guards. "Save my shoes!" She muttered as she passed the men.

She hit the elevator button and climbed in the moment the doors opened. As soon as they shut with her and Oliver in them, she looked over at him with surprise and worry. "Are you ok?" Had they shot him? Was he just as panicked as she was since he wasn't all Grrrrrrr and scary now?

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver wasn't sure if it was the panic messing with his brain, but he could have sworn he heard her say to save her shoes. Either way, he didn't react to it. He just kept moving. She pushed the elevator button and the timing was perfect because they just managed to get in, with the doors closed before the hooded crazies could follow them or get in with them! She asked if he was ok and just stared at her. "Not really!" He stated. Who would be ok after that?! He had been threatened, shot at! And he had no idea who they were. "Who were those guys?" It was clear what they wanted: to kill him. "Why did they want me dead?" Oliver had no idea what was happening and now that she knew his memory -- or lack there of -- situation, he was ready to ask her all the questions. She seemed to know everything already anyway!

That was when he realized that she had been in the crossfire too. "Were you hit?" He asked, his eyes looking over her now that he could focus on something else other than running for his life. He wasn't sure if she had been shot, and didn't see any blood anywhere . . . but sitll. It was always better to check. Because, she hadn't left him. She had stayed with him, even though she had the opportunity to leave. "You didn't go. You stayed there with me," he stated, thinking aloud his thoughts. "Why?" Why did she stay? Why did she risk herself like that when they were clearly after him?

[Felicity Smoak]

This was the Oliver before the island. He freaked out, he showed it. He was calm, and fling with the punches. He wasn't the steady point of control that everyone.e clung to when they lost their heads. He was like her in the sense that he panicked. ....no. No completely. He had reacted back there.

She also noticed another difference now. Her Oliver's first words would have been asking if she was hurt, then the other questions in a calm manner. This Oliver had it backwards, and seemed surprised she stayed. "I don't know who they were, but the police will find out and I can use that to see who hired them. I am assuming they wanted you dead because they wanted to hurt the Queen family in revenge for the glades." Short, detailed, quick.

"And I stayed for the same reason your first reaction was moving toward me. Because it was the right thing to do. And, because Oliver has never left me--you never left me. I can't leave when you need me most. You forgot me, but I remember you. Your my friend. Your nice to me."

"So get used to me, Mr. Queen," She teased him, "Because I'm not going to leave you to do this alone." The elevator doors opened and she waited there. Not leaving, just waiting to see what he would go. Go to Laurel or stay and try to learn more first.

[Oliver Queen]

Because it was the right thing to do. Oliver wasn't totally insensitive, but he wasn't a fighter either. He got in the occasional fights, but nothing incredibly serious. He didn't know how he had hit his target, or how he had managed to clock the guy across the face, or even how he was able to duck from so many bullets and run through the office building hall. He had just, acted more than thought each thing through. Was that normal for him? She seemed devoted to him, which . . . quite honestly gave him some relief. She was the first person he had outright told that his memory was gone. Others could tell that he was acting differently, but they assumed it was because of Tommy's death. She seemed to know him better than most, and that made him curious. What did they do at night that was clearly so important? The elevator doors opened and he stood there, staring at him. He wanted to see Laurel, but also wanted to know more about what hpapened in the time he couldn't remember. And he had a feeling she could fill him in on that. So he didn't leave.

"Thank you, for not leaving me alone in this." Because he was grateful, even if he hadn't thanked her properly until now. "I need to know more about who I am, or was in those six years." People were after him, others he knew had gone, and he had new friends that he seemed really close to. "I'm willing to listen, and won't do anything to jeapordize anyone." Meaning, he wouldn't tell Laurel about Sarah -- yet. It would kill him, but there was clearly a good reason for it. Something about his own secret? "But I need to know everything," he added. In order to not do anything that may be considered reckless or foolish, he needed to know everything about the man he is, was . . . he wasn't even sure which tense it was. He had so many questions, and had a feeling that there weren't many people that could answer them.

[Felicity Smoak]

He was right. She had to tell him everything in order for him to protect his own secrets, and she wasn't sure that this Oliver could be trusted with her Oliver's secrets--but what choice did she have? He wouldn't turn himself in, so that she knew wasn't the trouble. The trouble would be him needed to tell someone else when the other Oliver--the one she called her's but she knew wasn't--would not even tell his best friend until it was too late.

The door begin to shut, and she stepped forward to hold them open, as she wasn't about to go back up there without the police clearing it first. "I know. I thought a first I wasn't, because I--I know you got annoyed with my talking about you like there was two of you but fr a moment I need to--I feel really loyal to Oliver. His secrets, his goals-" Missions "-and I know you are the same person, but I can also see how much he changed, when I look at you. . . . and much he's still the same."

"You need to know everything, and I will tell you everything I know, but some if it wont be easy to say, and most of it wont be easy to hear. So not here. I know where we are go."

But first . . . .

She looked out the doors and could already see the police running toward the building. "First we have to deal with this." Seeing Officer Lance, she turned toward Oliver quickly. "I know I said that Quentin knows about Sarah, but he does not know you know, so don't even hint about it. I will explain, I swear but right now there is no time." With that she turned and waited for them to come.

The other officers went up in the elevators, and stairs, while Officer Lance came to stand before Felicity and Oliver's elevator and looked at them. "They hurt you?" He asked Felicity and she shook her head no. "We are both fine."

[Oliver Queen]

Secrets? Goals? The way she talked about him made him sound so . . . ambitious. Oliver was not that ambitious. He dropped out of four different schools. What sort of goals could he possibly have? And secrets . . . plural. He had more secrets than just Sarah being alive? That seemed like a heavy and intense enough secret to keep. How could he handle another? She said he didn't talk about what happened to him on the island, was that another secret? No. She said she would keep his which meant she knew them too. His head was spinning. This was too much to keep track of. He opened his mouth to ask her what other secrets he had, but the elevator doors opened and the police were there. Including Officer Lance. Wasn't he a detective last Oliver saw him? He was nervous seeing the man, aware that he probably wanted to kill him. Felicity quickly told him that he knew about Sarah but didn't know he knew. So Oliver knew Quintin knew but he didn't know Oliver knew, and Sarah knew they both knew? This was too confusing. Oliver wondered if it was better to just keep his mouth shut and let Felicity do all the talking.

Lance came up to them and asked if Felicity was ok. Oliver wished he wasn't in a boxed in space where Lance could clock him across the face, or pull out his gun on him. But then again, if he knew Sarah was alive, did he not hate him as much? Felicity confirmed they were both fine, and Lance looked at him. "You're alright too then?" Oh wow! He was talking to him so . . . calmly. And dare he add, with actual . . . was that concern?! "Yes," Oliver answered aware that his tone probably sounded off despite his attempt in trying to keep his voice composed. There was an elephant in the room, and Oliver wasn't sure how he could keep his mouth shut about Sara. "Yes I am," he added, knowing he probably sounded like an idiot. THIS is why he shouldn't talk. "Did you get a good look at their faces at all?" He asked them. Oliver stayed silent, letting Felicity take this one before he made a bigger fool of himself.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity heard Oliver say yes, and she opened her mouth to say something else--when he continued in a way that her Oliver would not have. Officer Lance however did not seem to think too much into it as he went on to ask about faces. "No, they were wearing hoods. Mocking The Hood's memory with their scare tactics." That part made her angry, though less then it would have a week ago since she now knew Oliver was alive. Or perhaps more so, because he was live and they'd done it to his face--kicked him while he was down.

"It's too bad then, that he has not come around to defend his name. Have you heard from him?" Quinton looked at Oliver then at her, "You know, on the new or anything." He was trying to ask her about the Hood, which she had never said was dead. With Oliver being dead, Diggle had not wanted the timing to coincide too much. "He was never about making a name for himself, but . . . I keep expecting to see him on the news. Maybe one day."

"Just give me a call if you need anything. Miss Smoak can go with Officer Rashid to give him your statement, and Oliver can go with Officer O'Hagan. I better get up there." With that he left them, and Felicity turned to give Oliver a thumbs up, before going with the officer over to one of the small offices on the main floor.

Half an hour later she was standing outside the office Oliver was using, and when the door opened, she hurried over.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver had a group of trigger happy men trying to kill him and here Felicity and Lance were talking about crazy vigilante! Who, Felicity seemed to know rather well. Still, tThey had more important things to worry about than the Robin Hood wannabe! Like . . . his life. And, Sarah. Oliver wasn't sure how Quintin could be talking about this when Sarah was alive! Maybe it was just him, having trouble keeping his mouth shut. Oliver could be a private person but this kind of secret was just too great. He waited for them to finish their chat, before Officer Lance instructed him to give his statement to one of the Officers. Oliver forced a smile and gave a bit of a nod to Quintin. He was still amazed that he didn't want to kil him. Apparently they had moved on from that? Which made Oliver wonder if he and Laurel were on better terms. She dated his best friend but . . . had she thought about him at all?

Oliver followed the instructions and met with Officer O'Hagan to give his statement about what happened. It went by quick enough and when the Officer was leaving, he saw Felicity hurry inside. Thank goodness! He needed someone he could . . . trust right now. "What now?" He asked her, clearly waiting for her to take the lead with this whole thing. "I really hope they catch those guys. Do you think they'll try to come at me again?" He wondered how determined they were. If they blamed him . . . were they going to try to kill him again? "I think I had better hired extra security." He had gotten lucky with that stapler, but he wasn't going to rely on being that lucky again.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver seemed worried about the men who had come and shot at them, and not that Felicity blamed him but it was odd to see Oliver wanting other people to do something she was so used to him doing for himself. "Diggle will be back soon, and he can set everything up for you. Until them we can go somewhere they will not think to look for you--or your house which is really well set up." He could pick. Thought he only places she knew to take him where her place--which wasn't going to happen--or his cave which she wasn't ready to see.

Please pick his house! "You house might be safer. We can talk more there since--" He lived there alone. His mother was in jail, and his sister was mostly living with Roy at the moment. Mostly. She was home sometimes. "I think it would be best so we can talk without most people overhearing and we can be safe--and by we I mean you because they didn't even know who I was which is sort of a relief!"

After being arrested for helping the Hood, people not knowing who she was meant it had not gotten on paper. Thank you Lance!

[Oliver Queen]

She suggested his house and that sounded good to Oliver. At least it was somewhere he would be safe -- he hoped! But really, his house gave him comfort and if there was one place that they were going to discuss things that were going to further confuse and overwhelm him, then may as well do it in a stable environment. At least it was good thing they weren't trying to kill the both of them. He only hoped Lance would catch those guys before they tried so strike again! "Alright, my place sounds good." He didn't feel like getting a driver to take him. He needed to blow off some steam, do something to help deal with these emotions and craziness of everything. "Lets go then," he said as he began to lead the way to the parking garage. Only, they weren't going in a car. He went up to the special spot where his bike was parked, taking his helmet off the handle.

"Here," he said passing it to her. He was an experienced driver, he would be fine without one for now and if he got caught . . . well, he was Oliver Queen. He would get out of it. He sat on his bike, starting up the engine as he waited for her to join him. The thought that she wasn't a fan didn't cross his mind. All chicks loved bikes, right? Well, that had been his experience anyway. Granted he wasn't trying to impress her right now -- shockingly -- but he still didn't think she'd have an issue with it, so didn't bother asking if it she was alright with it.