I know, it's been over a month, but I had a proposal to write (for my Masters), and other stories piling up. I hope you forgive me!

Also, there are Russian words in here. If I messed up the writing of them, forgive me, I'm still learning. (Linguistics is a hobby.)


Please remember to review at the end! :)

Her fingers banged on the laptop as she attempted the hack. "Ты шутишь, что ли?" (Are you kidding me?) She muttered with frustration.

Oliver stopped in the doorway and frowned. She never spoke her father's language unless she was pissed, so this was not a good sign. "Felicity…"

Her brow furrowed and she lifted her eyes to give him a quick glance. "What?"

He tilted his head to the side. "Russian…"

She shrugged and glared at the screen. "Это так раздражает." (This is so frustrating.)

He sighed and moved to sit on the bed beside her. "Why don't you go to the lair and use the system there? Take John with you."

She lifted her eyes and shook her head. "I can't leave you here."

"Felicity," He began, touching her left hand with his. "I'm confined to the house, but you aren't."

"You know I could…" She began, leaning forward.

He chuckled, and caressed her face with his hand, bringing her closer to brush his lips over hers. "I know you could, but what would be the point."

She sighed against his lips and placed her forehead on his. "I hate this."

"Me too, but we knew it was going to happen sooner or later."

She hated his reasoning. "Why do you have to be reasonable?"

He chuckled, caressing her face. "One of us has to be, especially when the other starts spouting Russian."

She licked her lips and smirked. "My father would approve."

He shook his head, but the smile never left his face. "I know, but the others in the house would not."

"Raisa would understand."

"If Raisa found out about your father…"

She lowered her eyes. "Every Russian knows him."

Oliver lifted his brows. "Or of him."

She sighed, knowing where it was heading. Having her father being the head of the Bratva, the Russian mob, at times was not at all convenient. "You're right."

He nodded, his hand trailing to hers after she had moved her laptop to her side. "я люблю тебя." (I love you.)

She smiled, brightly. "я люблю тебя."

He closed the distance between them and brushed his lips over hers. She sighed as he pulled back. "I need some water." She whispered, kissing him once more.

He groaned but helped her stand up. She giggled with such joy that it made him speechless. "What?" She asked, and he brushed his hand over her face.

"I just haven't seen you this happy since…" He paused, and the light faded in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, stopping his words. "It is not your fault; besides, we are together and soon she will be too." She remarked, lowering her voice.

He smiled, faintly, and leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers, tenderly.

She sighed into his mouth and slowly pulled back. "I'll be right back."

He hummed and shook his head. "I'm going with you."

She opened her mouth but found it fruitless to argue with him. Shrugging, she clasped her hand in his and together they headed out of the room.

The walk towards the kitchen was pleasant and peaceful until they made it to the bottom of the stairs. Oliver felt Felicity tense as they caught sight of Laurel at the bottom.

"Laurel, what is going on?"

Laurel turned towards them when Oliver spoke and noticed how close Felicity was standing to him and how their hands were. She swallowed and lifted her chin. "Your polygraph is in two hours."

Oliver froze and nodded. "I know, and I will be there."

"Detective Lance has ordered a police escort to take you there. He wants you there early." She explained, moving her eyes back and forth between the couple. "They're waiting.

Oliver groaned and nodded. "Of course, he does." He remarked, turning to catch Felicity's eyes. "I shouldn't be long."

Felicity nodded and sighed as he kissed her, quickly. "I'll be waiting."

He smiled and gave her hand a squeeze before leaving her to join Laurel, who led him to the two officers standing at the door.

Felicity sighed and shook her head as she heard the door close and a minute later, the car drove off. "Right," She muttered, continuing on her trek to get the bottle of water.

She entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. Opening the lid, she leaned against the island and took a sip. In such a short time, her life had changed. Even though she was the daughter of the head of the Russian mob, she was also the wife of a vigilante and a mother to a remarkable little girl.

Bowing her head, she wished her little girl was there with her. She knew that it was dangerous, but she needed her little Maeve there. Maeve Olivia. She was a bright spot in their lives and for the moment, she was safe. Her little two-year-old daughter was safe.

"я скучаю по тебе, моя дочь." (I miss you, my daughter.) She whispered, tears threatening to break through her defenses.


Felicity jerked up and whirled around to find Raisa standing a few feet from her. "Raisa…"

Raisa held up her hand. "I was in the hallway when Oliver and you were talking earlier."

Felicity opened her mouth, her eyes widening. "No one…"

Raisa stepped forward. "You and Oliver are more, aren't you?"

Felicity slowly nodded, and the other woman smiled, brightly.

"I always hoped he would meet someone worthy of him," Raisa spoke, happily.

Felicity blushed and lowered her eyes. "Raisa, no one can know. Not yet, Mrs. Queen and the others…"

"I won't say a word to them, but I must know…" Raisa began, stepping closer. "Daughter?"

Felicity smiled and nodded. "Oliver and I…" She began, not wanting to finish. She motioned for the maid to follow her. When they entered the bedroom, Felicity pulled up the picture of her daughter on the tablet and held it out to Raisa.

Raisa gasped at the picture of Oliver and Felicity holding their newborn daughter. She swiped the picture over and her eyes watered as she took in various pictures of Oliver and Maeve, Felicity and Maeve, and finally the last picture taken of the two-year-old. "She looks just like her father," Raisa whispered, looking up. "What is her name?"

"Maeve Olivia," Felicity answered, taking the tablet back.

"Where is she?"

Felicity frowned and slowly sat down. "She's safe. She's with friends at the moment. Oliver and I didn't want to bring her back with us because…"

Raisa slowly sat down next to her. "You weren't on the island for five years, were you?"

Felicity, feeling like she could tell the kind-hearted woman, shook her head. "No, but we couldn't return home. Things…happened and Oliver…"

Raisa placed a comforting hand on the other woman's and smiled, tenderly. "I won't tell your secret, but soon the others will find out, especially about her."

"I know, but at the moment, it would be best if we didn't."

"To be sure," Raisa agreed, smiling. "I have always considered Oliver to be my son. A man with a kind heart, and now I see he has found a woman who matches him in every way, along with a daughter who seems to have inherited his spirit."

Felicity laughed and nodded. "She has that." She remarked, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you, Raisa."

Raisa nodded and pulled the other woman into her arms, holding her close. "Anything…for my daughter."


Oliver sighed as each wire was placed on his person. He had agreed to this because he knew he could fool the poly, but the idea of Lance conducting the questioning was enough to make one nervous.

The hatred between him and Lance was deeper than his return. He knew that Lance blamed him for Sara's death, but the story was deeper than that. He had hurt Laurel in the process and he hated that and was sorry, but in the grand scheme of things, he realized that he had met the love of his life. He had met Felicity and he never regretted it.

Lance entered the room and settled down across from Oliver. He placed the papers in front of him and cleared his throat. "These questions are going to be routine at first, in order to calibrate the machine." Lance began, his voice stiff and unfeeling.

Oliver swallowed. Perhaps he should have requested Felicity to be there.

"Is your name Oliver Queen?"

Oliver lifted his chin. "Yes."

"Have you just returned from five years on an island?"


"Have you ever killed anyone?"

Oliver shifted his eyes to Lance's and he knew what the answer had to be. Letting his eyes fill with tears, he swallowed. "Yes."

Lance sighed and leaned back before asking the other question. "Are you the Arrow?"

Oliver blinked away the tears. "No,"

Lance glanced at the machine, and the man controlling the machine shook his head. He bit his tongue and continued with the questions which Oliver answered, easily.

By the end of the test, Oliver was unhooked and slowly stood with Lance standing with him. "You may have fooled the others, but not me," Lance remarked, coldly. "You will go to prison, Oliver Queen."

Oliver lifted his head a fraction before Lance left the room. He sighed as he was led out of the room towards the car. The truth of Sara's death was not one he needed to speak of. It was not his place.


"The trial is the day after tomorrow. Oliver wants to give a small party with some friends tomorrow night, so you need to be ready." Felicity instructed, firmly.

Diggle sighed and nodded. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

Felicity shrugged. "So far, it's been going well, with the exception of the hack into my hack." She muttered, with despair.

"Have you figured out who was behind it?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, but I have not given up."

Diggle chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't think you would."

She smiled and gave Diggle the information he needed for the plan. "I've hooked up the computer systems to my tablet, so I should be able to maintain contact. Also, I'll have an earwig plugged in just in case you need me sooner."

Diggle nodded and took the items from her hand. "Alright,"

She sighed. "Good luck."

He nodded. "Yeah,"


She raced down the stairs to greet him when he returned from the test. Throwing her arms around his neck, she held him close, grateful that Moira and Walter were not there to see them.

"It's fine, Felicity." He whispered in her ear.

She sighed and slid her arms down as she pulled back. "Did they believe you?"

He sighed, glancing behind him. Laurel stepped into view and frowned. "He didn't fail, but Detective Lance believes he fooled the graph."

"That's ridiculous," Felicity stated, though she knew that Oliver could.

Oliver squeezed her side in reassurance and not to give anything away.

"That's what I told him, but Lance is stubborn." Laurel concurred with an aggravated sigh. "The trial is still set, so I'll see you tomorrow to go over the defense." She remarked, turning to leave.

"Oh wait, Oliver is having a small gathering tomorrow night, family and friends." Felicity began, glancing up at Oliver. "Would you like to come? It's sort of a just in case, party."

Laurel lifted her brows, disbelief crossing her features. "Uh, sure, what time?"

Felicity smiled and glanced at Oliver. "Around 5?"

"Five is good," Oliver remarked, lifting his ankle. "Since I can't leave…" He added, firmly.

"Alright, I'll be here," Laurel remarked and turned to leave.

As the door closed behind Laurel, Oliver turned to face her. "What made you think of inviting her?" He asked, and she smiled.

"Well, she is your lawyer, so who better to defend you than someone who sees you."

He smiled and pulled her close. "I knew I married you for a reason." He whispered so only she could hear. She laughed and returned his kiss before holding him close.

"Oh, that reminds me." She began, pulling back. "You may hate me for this, but someone found out."

His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head.

This was not what he was expecting.


Oliver found her in the spare room and leaned against the doorframe.

She turned and lifted her duster. "You need to stop sneaking around, Mr. Queen."

"Raisa…" Oliver began, bowing her head. "You always call me Oliver."

She smiled and lowered the duster. "I do." She returned, as he pushed away from the doorframe and walked towards her.

"Felicity told me." He stated, firmly.

She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. "You should have."

He bowed his head. "It's complicated."

"Everything in life is complicated." She encouraged, with a smile. "I always knew that you find the one to make you smile, really smile." She added, gently. "I approve of her."

He smiled. "Thank you." He felt at peace with her comment. "About Maeve…"

She lifted her duster to his face, the feathers brushing over his mouth. "Don't even say it. Felicity did not say everything, but I understand that it would be dangerous if she was here now." She paused with a smile, lowering the duster. "I will not say a word, but I would like to meet her."

He stepped closer, taking the older woman in his arms, holding her. "I'd like that as well."


"So, I didn't do a bad thing?" She asked her hands wringing together as he came into view.

He smiled as he closed the door behind him. "She's going to keep our secret."

"Was there a doubt?"

He shook his head. "Not with Raisa, and no, I'm not mad." He remarked, taking her in his arms.

She tilted her head to the side. "You have every right to be."

"I do, but Raisa, she's always been like a second mother to me." He revealed, lowering his eyes. "Even more than my own mom."

"I'm sorry, Oliver." She whispered, knowing he knew she meant that she was sorry his mom didn't care as much as Raisa.

He smiled, pulling her even closer. "Don't be."

She placed her head on his chest. She sighed as he kissed the top of her head. "Everything set for tomorrow?" He asked against her head.

She hummed her answer.

"Felicity, it's going to work."

"I know." She responded, lifting her head to catch his eyes.

He smiled and brushed his lips over hers. "We're going to get through this."

"I know."

He sighed. "Do you always know?"

She shrugged. "Almost."

He chuckled and placed his forehead against hers. These moments, he treasured. There were no late-night adventures. No one to bring to justice. Just him and her, holding each other for as long as time allotted. She was his safety net. The one who guided him back to reality. The one who stood by him. The only one who understood him.

He thought over the past few days and he frowned. Someone was onto them. He just wished he knew who. "Did you find out who hacked your hack?"

She stiffened and pulled back a fraction. "You're not going to like it."

He tilted his head to the side. His expression conveying everything he didn't say.

She swallowed. "It traced back to Lian Yu. It was Fyers' IP."

"Fyers is dead."

She nodded. "I know, but someone is using his IP."


She shrugged. "I don't know, but I know someone who might."

His eyes widened. "Felicity…"

"I haven't called yet. I wanted your approval. It's a dangerous step to take."

He sighed and pulled away from her. "You can't find out any other way?" He asked, his voice noting on demanding. He didn't want to go down that road unless there was no other way. He wouldn't put them in jeopardy.

She shook her head. "No, unless…we go back."

He stiffened and whirled to face her once again. As much as he wanted answers, that was something he wasn't sure he could face.

After everything, he knew that this was dangerous, but one thing was for certain. He wasn't going back Lian Yu.

Unless he had no other choice.

Please be kind!

I know there was a lot going on in this chapter, but I started writing and I couldn't stop! Also, I felt as if Raisa could be an ally in the whole Maeve thing. I've always liked her character.

I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can!

Next Chapter: Five Years Earlier: Death

Until Next Time...