Saturday afternoon Oliver was almost finished moving into his new apartment when he found a bottle of 1987 Shiraz that his father had bought for him to open on his 21st birthday. He had forgotten about it until now and the memory was painful. His father had told him to share it with someone special and in that moment only felicity was on his mind. He knew it should be Sara, they were dating now, but Felicity understands him in a way that nobody else does.

He had told Felicity and Diggle to take the day off while he moved and Sara was with her family. He picked up the bottle of wine and headed out, it was the last load to move and a quick stop on the way to the apartment would be ok, wouldn't it?

He walked up the four flights of stairs and stood at the door. Suddenly unsure of what he was doing. He had never been to Felicity's apartment. Would she want him there? Should he have called first? Would she even be home? He was being ridiculous, they are friends, it's perfectly ok to stop by to see a friend, and he still owed her a bottle of wind from that ridiculous scavenger hunt lie he told her last year.

He knocked on the door, surprised at how nervous he was. "Who is it?" Felicity's voice called out from within.

"Um, it's me, Oliver".

"Oliver? Is everything ok? Diggle, is he…?"

She opened the door wearing very short shorts and a peach tank top. Her hair was loose falling in waves around her shoulders and she looks more relaxed and beautiful than he had ever seen her before.

"Diggle is fine, there is nothing wrong Felicity. I just found this bottle of wine while I was moving and remembered that I still owed you a bottle."

"Oh, right, wow. Come on in," she said suddenly self-conscious about what she was wearing.

"Thank you." He looked at her and smiled, he liked the way she got nervous, it made him remember that there is still pure goodness in the world. He handed her the bottle as he came inside, it looked old and expensive. She knows the Queens have money, obviously, but it looked special in a way she could not describe.

"Would you like a glass?" Felicity offered from the kitchen.

"Yes, thank you," he replied.

She poured them each a glass and came out to find him standing in the living room looking decidedly out of place. She handed him his glass and sat down on the couch, he joined her, sitting a few inched away staring into is glass. The proximity made her nervous, she could smell him, the way only he smelled, a mixture of cologne and sweat; she could feel his warmth radiating off his body. She wanted to melt.

"Cheers," she said, they clinked their glasses and each took a sip. It was a wonderful bottle, dark roasting tones with berry flavours. "Mmm, this is very nice, are you sure u wanted to share it with me?"

She sat watching him for a minute as he looked into his glass, a sad smile on his lips. He looked up slowly as he began, "My father gave me this bottle when I was 18. He said I should open it when I turned 21 and drink it with someone special. I had forgotten about in until I found it today while I was packing."

Felicity gasped silently. He looked so fragile, talking about his father as the good man he remembered instead of the man who he been part of the undertaking. She could feel herself start to blush, "And you decided to share it with me?" honoured and surprised by the gesture.

"I don't think I ever told you how much it meant to me that you defended our friendship the other day. It was quite an intimidating group, but you are much stronger than you seem, Felicity and they underestimated that."

She looked down into her glass, with a small smile and said, "I don't know why they think I'm such a threat, I'm just the boring IT girl."

Gently her put his hand under her chin and lifted it so she was looking directly at him, "You are so much more to me that that, you know that don't you."

She smiled, looking deeply into his eyes, it was like she could strait through him to the person he was underneath the arrow, and the Oliver Queen he was in public, like she could see the person he wanted to be.

"Actually, Oliver, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Hm, what, is it?"

"Am I the reason you are moving out? I just seems' like lately all I have done is get between you and your mother and I'm sorry, I didn't want to make your life more complicated than it already is?"

"Felicity, you are the only person in my life who never lied to me. It's important to me, and is something that I need. My mothers' lies are not your fault, and I'm grateful that you told me. I meant what I though, you are not going to lose me."

"Well I'm not that easy to get rid of, like you said, I'm tougher than I look," Felicity quipped putting her fists up in the air.

"Woah, take it easy there, I see Diggle is teaching you well," Oliver smiled just as his phone rang. "It's a message from Sara, she is on her was to look at the new place, I guess I should get going?"

"I guess you should." With a small sigh Felicity thanked him for the wine, "I know how much it meant to you."

"I hope you know how much you mean to me too," and with that he lightly touched her shoulder and walked out the door.