Author's Note:

Hi! So this is like my first ARROW fanfic... ever, so I just want to say that this was more of a plotbunny than anything else. I had this real sudden urge to write these little one shot chapters!

This is really a trial and error sort of thing, I'm not sure how different fanfiction for ARROW is from like Young Justice and Justice League. I'm going to assume not too different. Don't expect constant updates like every three to five days, that'd be a little stressful considering I have one kinda big series going and another one too... I just added to the list, but I love doing it so I can't complain!

I'm so sorry if the characters are OOC, I'm still trying to get a feel of everything here. Advice would really help!

So, this story - well chapter anyways - is extremely AU, i kinda twisted the first meeting between the Arrow and Felicity. You'll soon understand what I'm talking about when you read it.

As always, please review, follow, and fav! Any kind of feedback is welcomed. NO FLAMES PLEASE.

DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED ARROW, I WOULD ACT IN IT AS A SUPPORTING CHARACTER. BUT HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ME ON ARROW? NO, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGH. THAT ALSO MEANS I DON'T OWN SHIT. PERIOD. NADA. ZERO. *STARTS TO CRY*


A ROUGH BEGINNING


"Oliver?" I question the bleeding to death multi billionaire playboy who's dressed as the green hooded vigilante, "Is that you?" I really don't know what to think about all this. I'm MIT grad of 09, that doesn't mean I'm a super genius in tactics such as vigilante work and rich playboy issues. "Felicity, I need to get to Diggle. Now." I watch as he holds his wound by his right shoulder and rolls around the back seat making my over dated care all bloody. "O-Oh… Ok."

I pull my car out of the stall and rush over the speed limit of the parking lot, "I-I really do think this has to be the first time I drove over the speed limit…" I stutter. This is just way too overwhelming, first I had a terrible day at the office dealing with my tech boss, second I had to help Mr. Oliver Queen with some, interesting, assignments. This day is getting weirder by the second…

"Just drive, Felicity…" his voice is weak and then I hear a slump in the back not bothering to turn around, I think if I do, I'll pass out. I gulp back the lump in my throat before laying a heavy foot on the gas pedal.

"This has to be one of the craziest days in my life…"


I halfway drag Oliver to the back entrance of Verdant, "This is crazy. This is crazy." I recite every time the hooded billionaire groans. I enter the code that Mr. Queen tells me and it opens to a dark corridor, "Is this when your super scary traps start shooting darts at me?" I look behind me dragging Oliver across the floor, I have my hands under his armpits.

He's way too heavy. I place him on the ground and run inside, I reach a room that's brightly lit unlike the back entrance from the alley, it has computers arrows littered around the room, technology. Everything's crazy, way too crazy. I see a very big and very tall man sitting at the computers across the room. It might be crazy – well, when is anything not anymore? – but the first thing I check is to see if he's armed. I swallow clearing my throat, I tentatively approach, "Umm…" I sputter out. I recognize the man, he's Oliver's body guard or whatever. The guy pulls out his gun on me, "I kinda need help pulling him in… he's really heavy…" I say holding my hands up showing him I'm clearly harmless… I don't think that Mr. Queen's blood on my hands was helping my cause.

He puts the gun back in his holster and runs past me, "Where did you find him? Do you know?" He says when he hears me awkwardly run along side him, not a good day to wear heels. "Uhm, No? I was going to go pick up burgers when I hopped into my car and saw…" We run back out the door and Oliver's bodyguard picks up the vigilante. "Him." I point at Oliver.

Hours pass as we try to stabilize Oliver Queen who is supposedly the Hood. Its really all a shock and only now does the information sink into my skull. The pretty playboy is really a green colored, hooded, archer dude who goes out on a killing rampage trying to quote on quote "save the city"? Oh boy, my work is cut out for me here.

After Oliver dies like, five times, Diggle – as Mr. Queen's bodyguard calls himself – announces he's finally stabilized. My hands and clothing are covered in blood. I plop myself heavily in the office chair that I pulled up about a hour ago during Oliver's fourth 'death'. I rub my sweat from my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt, I'm probably going to toss it anyways. A sigh escapes my lips, "Sooo… How long has it been, Mr. Diggle?" I ask the man who's leaning against one of the metal tables as Mr. Queen rests on the medical table. "Nearly four months." He briefly responds.

I nod my head in understanding, the situation is quite uncomfortable. I resist the urge to twiddle my thumbs. There is some awkward silence before I blurt something without thinking, "How does this work? Is it like some secret agency stuff where you can't tell anyone else or you'll have to kill them, kind of thing?" I ask in my usual tone, trying to be as casual as possible. Mr. Diggle looks over at me raising an eyebrow, giving me a look like, 'are you serious?' "What? I'm just assuming! Its not everyday where you find the CEO of the company you work for, dressed as the vigilante, shot in the shoulder, in your car. Worse yet, he really is the Hood!"

He clears his throat, "I'm not authorized to tell you anything, Ms. Smoak, I'm sorry." He says in his business tone, I guess Mr. Queen's business attitude has rub off on Mr. Diggle.


I swear it was another few hours before Oliver Queen, or should I say The Hood, wakes up. I must have fallen asleep, because Mr. Diggle shakes me awake to confront the green themed CEO vigilante. "Huh? What?" I say quite groggily. "Oliver would like to speak with you, Ms. Smoak." I rub my eyes, bad move, I grease my eyes and cheeks with Mr. Queen's blood. I try to remove the metal smelling dried liquid with my sleeve, but its no use.

I stand up and walk over slowly to the medical table, I look at Oliver's flawless figure, oh god… He's Queen's Consolidated's chief executive, I can't be thinking that he's hot. "Hi, Mr. Queen. Are you feeling ok?" I ask biting my lower lip, this is totally not a comfortable situation. "Yes, thank you for helping me, Felicity." I continue playing with my hands as I feel Oliver's gaze on me, "A whole lot of things make a whole lot of sense now…" I say quietly under my breath, the comment is not directed in any certain direction.

"What do you think of all this?" I look back down at Oliver and he looks up at me from his horizontal position. His voice is still weak, but its so incredibly different from the rich-kid-with-issues tone he usually approaches me with. "All of this?" I reply glancing around the room for a brief second, "Its… much different from the tech department…" I state the obvious, there's not much to say… I see a grin grace his lips, "What do you think of the Hood?" he suddenly asks.

I look into his light grey eyes and find myself drowning in their depths. I lightly smile, "I'm starting to understand his purpose a little more." A few moments pass, we simply just look at each other, mostly just our eyes until I pull away from my gaze first. "Ms. Smoak, you have a lot to offer to my cause, your skills and abilities will help me, help the city. I hope you'll consider my offer." His tone is indicating strictly business, never in my wildest dreams did I think that Oliver would have this many sides to him.

It doesn't take me long to consider his proposal, it's an offer I can't bring myself to refuse. I've waited years for an opportunity to arise where I can help the greater good with the skills I obtain. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?

"Just call me Felicity, Mr. Queen. I'm your right hand girl for all things tech!" I adjust the glasses on my nose, slightly dipping my head. He smiles a genuine smile, something that never shows when he's out in public. Well, I haven't seen one yet.

Since I'm standing on his left hand side, Oliver reaches around himself with his right hand and holds it out between us, "Please, its Oliver, and welcome to the team." I take my hand in his, even when he died fived times in eight hours, Oliver manages to still have a firm grip. I shake it with a solid clasp.

When our eyes make contact, I have this uncanny feeling that I'm in for the ride of my life.

And it all starts with a handshake in blood… literally, Oliver's blood, its still all over my hand!