A/N: Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter One

Felicity woke up slowly, turning on her side as she groggily opened her eyes. It was bright in the room, streaks of sunlight flooding in from the partially open blinds, and she blinked uncomfortably, her eyes beginning to grow accustomed to the brightness. Her head pounded, and she tried to remember just how much she had to drink the night before. She remembered the tall Eiffel tower drink filled with some sugary concoction. And then the bottles of champagne. You can't have a proper bachelorette party without champagne, especially when the bride-to-be is marrying your ex-boyfriend. Champagne was more than needed. It was essential.

It was after a few blinks that she realized she wasn't in the hotel room she'd checked into with her friends the day before. It was far too nice. The carpet was too plush, and her friends were mysteriously absent. And the pair of shoes by the side of the bed were decidedly not female.

Felicity froze, suddenly aware of the body beside her. She turned on her back carefully and then tilted her head over to the side. Sure enough, there he was. Who he exactly was still proved to be a bit murky, but as she studied his profile bits and pieces started to come back to her. A blackjack table. The bride-to-be, Penny, shamelessly flirting with the dealer. And then a leather jacket, the sleeve brushing against her bare arm as its owner reached forward to buy into the game.

"This is my bachelorette party," Penny slurred, one hand resting heavily on Felicity's shoulder as she leaned in. "And that means you all have to do what I say."

"And what is it you want us to do?" the dealer asked with a sly grin, dealing out the next hand.

"Whoever wins this hand buys drinks all around," Penny said excitedly. "I'm thinking champagne. Right, Felicity? More champagne?"

Felicity nodded solemnly. "Indubitably."

Leather-jacket laughed. "Indubitably?"

"Indubitably," she repeated seriously. When he laughed again she said, "What's so funny?"

He shook his head, a grin pulling at his mouth. "Nothing."

A few minutes later, leather-jacket won the hand. Penny looked at him expectantly and he said, "Don't worry. I know the rules. Looks like I'm buying you ladies a drink."

One bottle of champagne later she was making out with leather-jacket in an elevator, heading up to…his room? That seemed logical, but she couldn't help the feeling that she was missing something. She gingerly lifted the blanket, glancing under to see just what state she'd ended up in. She dropped the blanket quickly, squeezing her eyes shut. Waking up in a bed led to the logical conclusion that something had happened, but she'd futilely harbored some hope that the particular something was rated PG.

It wasn't.

She clutched the blanket to her chest and propped herself up just a bit, looking around the room to survey just what exactly she'd gotten herself into. Clothes were strewn around the area immediate to the bed, and she saw half-eaten room service and champagne flutes littering the table. Her eyes jumped back to the clothes, her white lace panties balled up beside one lone silver pump. She dragged a hand over her face, everything becoming very still when she felt the solid coolness of the ring against her cheek. She drew her hand in front of her face, panic flooding her chest as she stared at what she was fairly certain was a wedding ring.

"What the…"

She glanced over at him again, noticing the matching band on the fourth finger of his left hand. A memory tickled the back of her mind, and as it came back to her she sat up fully, the blanket dropping down to her waist. A quickie chapel a few hotels down. His arms sliding around her waist and her mouth messily meeting his, bodies pressed tightly as Drag Celine Dion serenaded them with an off-key rendition of My Heart Will Go On.

The bed shifted beside her and she heard a gravelly voice when she realized that she was naked from the waist up. With a small yelp she grabbed the blanket and tucked it under her arms.

"Good morning," he said, yawning.

"Good morning," she all but squeaked. He sat up and stretched, the blanket dropping to his waist. Her gaze went to his abs, and the fine dusting of blonde hair that led down to –

She squeezed her eyes shut, wiping at her eyes as she said in a tight voice, "We need to talk about last night…" she trailed off, unable to find his name in her memory.

"Oliver," he said with a sheepish grin. "And…"

"Felicity," she said quickly. "I'm Felicity. And you…you are Oliver."

He nodded. "That's me. What do you want to talk about?"

The words got stuck in her throat, so she did the next best thing. She raised her left hand. Oliver's casual glance over at her hand changed markedly when he noticed the ring on her finger. He looked down at his own hand immediately, groaning when he saw the matching band.

"Shit. So, that happened."

"That happened," she repeated. "That's all you have to say? That happened? What, do you accidentally marry a girl every weekend or something?"

"No, I don't," he said in a low voice. "I'm just…processing."

"There isn't much to process," she answered heatedly, feeling the panic begin to get the best of her. "We are married. You and me. We didn't even remember each other's names a minute ago, and we're married."

"Yeah, I got that," he said, climbing out of bed. She turned away at the last moment, but not before she got a nice view of his backside. She heard him slip on his boxers, and then he was grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

"You're calling someone right now?" she asked in disbelief. "Don't you think we should talk about this?"

"Calm down," Oliver said. "I'm calling my lawyer."

She stared at him. "You just have a lawyer on speed dial?"

"He's not on speed dial," Oliver returned, as if the entire notion was ridiculous. She pulled the blanket higher up on her chest, beginning to fidget. Oliver noticed her nerves and said, "Don't worry, my lawyer will sort this out."

"You mean an annulment?" she asked.

He nodded. "He'll fix this. Don't worry."

Felicity tilted her head in acknowledgement and then began looking for her clothes. Her dress was in a heap next to the nightstand, and she climbed off the bed, taking the blanket with her, and picked up her dress. She walked over to the bathroom, struggling a bit with dragging the cumbersome blanket along with her.

"I won't look," Oliver said, smirking as he watched her try to dislodge the edge of the blanket from the clawed foot of the coffee table. She gave the blanket a good tug and it pulled itself free.

"Thanks, but I think I'd feel more comfortable changing in the bathroom."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

She walked into the bathroom and pulled the door closed. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror, a vision of sex hair and raccoon eyes. She looked like someone who just slept with a stranger, and she didn't view that as a compliment. She dropped the blanket and slipped back into her dress. It was a clingy navy number with silver thread running through the fabric that had been perfect for a nighttime romp, not so much for eight o'clock in the morning.

"Felicity!" Oliver called from outside. She opened the door and peaked her head out. "Yeah?"

"What's your last name?"

"Um, Smoak."

"Felicity Smoak," Oliver said, smiling a bit. "That's a pretty good name. Definitely worth keeping."

"I think so."

He returned to his call and she went back into the bathroom. She quickly washed her face, feeling a bit more like herself with the night's war paint stripped from her face. She swished some water in her mouth, spit it in the sink, and then walked back out into the room. Oliver was still talking, although the conversation seemed to be at its end.

"Thank you, Jack. I owe you a beer. After all of this we'll grab one, okay? Alright, thanks again. I'll see you this afternoon."

He hung up and said, "Alright, it's done."

"It's done?" Felicity stammered. "How is it done?"

"Jack's working up the annulment paperwork as we speak. He said to meet him at the courthouse this afternoon at one o'clock. We'll go there. The judge will grant us our annulment. Done."

She looked at him dubiously. "Just like that."

"It's Las Vegas," he said. "This stuff happens all the time."

Felicity groaned, running her fingers through her hair. This stuff happened all the time, according to him. But it didn't happen to her. She was solid and rational. She didn't go home with strangers or drunkenly marry them. But, she knew the only way she could get through the bachelorette party was by being sufficiently drunk, and then watching Penny flirt with that blackjack dealer – and every other male in a close vicinity – unhinged something in her.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," Oliver said, walking over and placing his hands on her shoulders. "We'll get this annulled and then go our separate ways. No harm no foul."

"This isn't like me," she said. "I swear. I'm not usually like this."

"Like what?"

She gestured vaguely to their surroundings. "Like this. You could have been a serial killer."

He smirked. "Well, that's a cheery thought."

"I could have ended chopped up somewhere. I know better than this. But…" she trailed off, shaking her head.

"But what?"

"It's nothing," she said dismissively, figuring she'd shared enough with this guy already. Bodily fluids and marital vows were one thing. The warped story of this upcoming wedding was entirely different.

"Come on, you can't leave me hanging like that," he said.

She ignored him, spotting her purse over on the couch. She went over and picked it up, pulling her phone out. There were twenty missed calls on it, and several dozen texts. Before even listening she called her friend Lydia.

"Thank God," Lydia said by way of greeting. "We thought you were dead or something. You're not dead, right?"

"How would I be calling you if I was dead?"

"Good point," Lydia said. "Are you okay? We were so worried about you. One minute you were there with that guy and then the next you weren't. We thought he kidnapped you or something."

"I was not kidnapped," Felicity assured her.

"Are you sure? Because if you were kidnapped, you probably couldn't say it."

"Again, not kidnapped," Felicity said. "I'm perfectly fine. Hungover, but that's it."

"If you're kidnapped, say the word blueberry," Lydia said.

"Still not kidnapped," Felicity said.

"So, you're really fine? It's not like you to slip away like that. Even with…you know…"

"I know," Felicity said, looking down at the wedding band on her finger. "But, really, I'm fine. How about I meet you guys at the hotel this afternoon?"

"What are you doing now?"

Felicity glanced over at Oliver. "Oh, you know, just…sex. Lots of sex."

He looked over at her with a smirk.

"Oh my God, Felicity!" Lydia breathed out. "I swear, this is like a new you! That guy was hot, so you go enjoy. I'll talk to you this afternoon!"

"Okay. Tell the others I'm sorry for scaring you guys."

"I will. Have fun with your boytoy."

Felicity could practically hear the eye waggle, and she rolled her eyes. "Bye Lydia."

She hung up and Oliver said, "Lots of sex, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

"So, I'm going to order us some breakfast. I think we both could use it. And while we're waiting, you can elaborate on that 'but'."

"You're not going to drop that, are you?" she asked pointedly.

"I'm arranging our annulment," he said. "Free of charge, might I add. The least you can do is explain the 'but."

He dialed room service and placed an order for some waffles, eggs, and bacon. Afterwards he sat down at the table and looked at her expectantly.

"Fine," she sighed, sitting down with him at the table. "Do you remember how I was at a bachelorette party last night?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, the bride is marrying my ex-boyfriend," Felicity said. "Who I dated for five years and thought I was going to marry. But obviously that didn't happen."

"Isn't it against girl code or something to date someone's ex?"

She smirked. "Girl code?"

"I have a sister," he said defensively. "But, really, isn't it?"

"The only code Penny lives by is her own," Felicity said. "But, it's fine. Brian and I didn't work for a lot of reasons. We weren't meant to be, and maybe they are. Maybe that's how it was always supposed to happen."

"That's rough," he said. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

He smiled a bit. "Yeah, you keep saying that."

"It's kind of funny," Felicity said after a moment. "I always thought I'd get married before her. I guess that sort of came true."

Oliver snorted. "Silvering lining?"

"It just might be."

BBBBB

A few hours later, bellies full from breakfast, Oliver and Felicity prepared to go down to the courthouse. Oliver changed into a pair of slacks and a button up. She looked down at her own dress, which seemed tinier than it was twenty minutes before, and asked, "Do you think this is appropriate for court?"

"You might need your shoulders covered," he said. "I can lend you one of my suit jackets. I have a few here."

"Okay."

He went over to the closet and pulled out a black suit jacket. It hung on her frame, but she liked that it hid most of her dress. She knew she should probably have just gone back to her actual room and change there, but she couldn't bring herself to face her friends before this was dealt with.

"It looks like you were eaten by my suit jacket," he said with a laugh.

"It works," she said. "Are you ready?"

He nodded. "I already called the cab."

It took some time to get off the strip, but as soon as they were out of Las Vegas proper the traffic dissipated. Felicity gazed out the window, thinking back to yesterday and where she was at this exact time. She'd been curled up in her bed, going through old pictures of her and Brian.

The cab pulled up to the courthouse, and Oliver paid the fare. When Felicity tried to pay her half he waved her hand away casually and said, "Don't worry about it."

A short man in a pinstripe suit stood outside the front doors, and he perked up immediately when he saw Oliver. Felicity assumed this was Oliver's lawyer, and her assumption proved true when he said, "You guys are late. Judge Macon likes to run a tight ship, schedule speaking."

"Traffic was bad," Oliver said by way of apology. "Do you have the paperwork for us to sign?"

"Yes."

Jack rifled through his briefcase and pulled out a slip of paper. Two signature blocks were empty at the bottom, and Oliver and Felicity signed on their respective lines.

"Alright. Now, this should go pretty quickly," he said, talking as they made their way down the winding hallway to the courtroom. "Annulments are pretty standard here, as you can imagine. Let me do the talking. You two just stand there looking very, very sorry for being so stupid. Understood?"

Felicity nodded, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Understood."

They came to a halt outside of a courtroom, and Jack flashed her a smile before saying, "Showtime."

They walked into the courtroom, Felicity immediately feeling the cold air conditioning prickle her bare legs. There was a man in uniform at the front, and Jack said, "Hi Brad. Can you tell Judge Macon that we're here?"

"Sure thing, Jack."

The man disappeared through a door at the back and Oliver, Felicity, and Jack sat down at the front bench. A few minutes later the man reappeared, the judge in tow behind him.

"Everyone rise for the honorable Judge Macon," the man bellowed.

"Hello Jack," the judge said, settling in his chair. "It's been a while since I've seen you in my courtroom."

"I've been in front of Judge Beard lately," Jack said. "He isn't nearly as fun as you, your honor."

Judge Macon smirked. "I'd imagine not. What do you have for me today?"

"Nothing too complicated, your honor. My clients here have run into a bit of marital trouble. Namely the entering of that marital status. They are here today for an annulment. I have the paperwork all ready for you, your honor."

Jack handed the paperwork over to Judge Macon, who read over it with a blank expression. After a moment he said, "Mr. Queen, tell me, how did you and Ms. Smoak meet?"

Jack immediately went, "Mr. Queen and Ms. Smoak –"

"No," Judge Macon interrupted. "I asked for Mr. Queen."

"I'm sorry, your honor," Jack said quickly. He looked over at Oliver and nodded for him to speak.

"We met at a casino, your honor."

"And when is it that you met?"

Oliver paused for a moment before admitting, "Last night."

Judge Macon glanced over at Felicity. "Is this true, Ms. Smoak?"

"Yes. That is true."

"Your honor, neither Mr. Queen or Ms. Smoak had adequate capacity to enter into the marriage," Jack began. "Both were intoxicated. We believe an annulment here is not only proper, but necessary."

"Do you?" Judge Macon proposed.

Jack, somewhat taken aback by Judge Macon's question, sputtered, "Yes. Yes, we do."

"Well, I don't," he said. "Marriage is not something to be entered into lightly. It is a serious affair."

"We could not agree more, your honor," Jack said. "But, in this case –"

"In this case we have two people who acted without any thought to the repercussions that would come from their actions," Judge Macon interrupted. "Frankly, I have grown weary of spending my days playing referee between those who had one too many drinks. All of these free passes we give out has eradicated responsibility. People don't think when they act, assuming we will grant them pardon. Well, not today."

"Your honor –"

"Mr. Queen, did you consummate the marriage."

Oliver looked at Jack, who grudgingly told him, "Answer the question, Oliver."

Reluctantly Oliver said, "Yes. We did."

"Then you have a valid legal marriage."

Jack sprung into action and quickly said, "Your honor, as I mentioned earlier, Mr. Queen and Ms. Smoak lacked capacity to enter into the marriage. There was not a meeting of the minds. This is not a valid marriage."

"Six months," Judge Macon said.

"Excuse me, your honor?" Jack stammered.

"Remain married for six months, and then if you two are still desiring it, I will grant an annulment. For those six months you are to live together as man and wife."

"Your honor, this is ludicrous."

"No, this is what happens when you act without thinking. Too many young people like Mr. Queen and Ms. Smoak come in here expecting me to clean up their messes. It's disrespectful to me. It's disrespectful to this court."

"Your honor –"

"The annulment is denied," Judge Macon said loudly. "Return in six months for a reconsideration."

Jack sputtered for a moment before nodding. He clutched his briefcase tightly and nodded his head toward the door for Oliver and Felicity to follow. Felicity trudged behind him, still in shock. When they got outside Oliver immediately went, "What the hell was that?"

"That was not what I was expecting," Jack said.

"What does that mean, not what you expected?"

"I don't know what got into him. He grants these every day."

"He was fed up," Felicity murmured. "We were the last straw that broke the camel's back."

"So, what does this mean?" Oliver demanded. "Jack, what does this mean?"

His lawyer swallowed hard. "It means you and Ms. Smoak are married for the foreseeable future."

A/N: Please review if you'd like to see more of this! I do have plans for it to continue if people are interested!