I Keep Your Secrets
Author's Note: So this first drabble takes place around S2 when Felicity is his assistant. This is the scene that grew out of the 1x20 headcanon when Felicity quipped "I keep your secrets." and I always thought it meant...well, this...in my head. I mentioned it to karenbcrazy and we had so many other silly ideas and thus this collection was born. Feel free to suggest some of your own!
Felicity zipped out of the Queen Consolidated parking garage and was headed straight for the Queen Mansion; she had forgotten some papers that Oliver had to sign before tomorrow and would end up having to crash his mother's party.
She had made it clear numerous times that she was not an Executive Assistant, but did anyone care? Nope. She was considering hiring an assistant for her just to make sure things got done. Oliver couldn't really do that with Isabel around, but there was no reason that Felicity had to be forced into this role.
She pulled up to the gothic mansion and shivered a bit; she hated this place, but even more so she hated that it was entirely likely that Moira would be there - and that woman was vicious. Felicity was beginning to understand Oliver and Thea more and more.
She pulled Oliver's suit for tonight out of the backseat, grumbling the entire time about arguments with tailors and dry cleaners; more than once she had considered shutting down their systems for a while, but knew it would be a petty thing that was beneath her. Damn her morals.
That's probably why I like Oliver so much, she thought as she entered the mansion with her key and headed upstairs - he was the one that always had to make the tough choices despite sometimes being morally ambiguous. He's said more than once that he needed Diggle and her to keep him on the straight path, they all balanced each other out; made them a great team.
Felicity knocked politely on his bedroom door, hoping that no one had seen her come in; it was already bad enough that most people assumed they were sleeping together; she didn't need to be seen at his house without a reason - especially not slipping into his bedroom.
After waiting for a minute, she finally sighed and just went inside, figuring there was pretty much nothing she hadn't seen of Oliver's that he would be ashamed. And why would he be ashamed of that body?
"Extremely lickable, if you ask me…" she murmured as she looked around, not seeing Oliver. She put the suit and bag on his bed and peeked into the open bathroom quickly, but saw nothing.
"Oliver?" She called out, louder than before. No response, but she heard a rustling in the closet. Felicity laughed a little as she always did at the thought of calling it a closet when it was the size of her bedroom.
She opened the french doors and both her inner monologue and body went still as she took in the sight before her.
Oliver Queen, billionaire and Starling City's savior, stood before her in sweat pants - but that wasn't what shocked her into silence. On his head there was a shower cap and Felicity was in the middle of trying to figure out why he was not only wearing one, but also hiding it from her.
"It's not what you think!" He finally said, keeping a measured tone, but Felicity detected a slight panic and smirked.
"I don't even know what's going on, Oliver!" Felicity said as she walked towards him; Oliver stepped away from her, puzzling her further. "What are you doing? Are you okay?"
"Yeah of course, just getting ready for the party tonight."
"Uh huh," she responded, clearly not believing him. She ran towards him unexpectedly and put her hands on his shoulders to keep him where he was as she lifted up the clear shower cap and sniffed it a little.
"Oh. My. God." Felicity started laughing hysterically and she went to sit on his bed because she couldn't stand anymore. "You- haha- oh my god - why? -your - hahaha, oh-" she could barely contain herself when Oliver stood in front of her with a wary expression.
"You won't…tell anyone, right?" He asked tentatively - which was very unusual for Oliver so she knew he was trying to sweet talk her with vulnerability. "FELICITY!" he called out as she just continued laughing at him.
Felicity sobered up a little, enough to at least form a coherent sentence, "Why Oliver Queen, are you ashamed of yourself?"
"No! It's just…"
"Please, what's a little hair dye? It's not the end of the world," Felicity couldn't even get the second part out without giggling even more. "I-I mean why would anyone care that the masked superhero of Starling City and billionaire CEO colors his hair?"
Oliver just stood there and then stomped away and went into his bathroom and she heard running water, "Oh has it been ten minutes already, Mr. Queen?" Felicity called out, laughing again. "Wouldn't want it to get too light, people would know," she said dramatically.
Oliver finally came out with his wet mop of hair and a stern face, "Felicity, I keep your secret!" he exclaimed desperately, waving at her own blonde locks.
Felicity snickered again and walked up to him, "Oliver, I keep way more of yours. Can't I have a little bit of fun? Please let me at least tell Diggle. I don't even know how I could look at you in your Arrow suit next time without laughing and you know he would ask why."
Oliver finally broke into a wry grin, "No, I like having jokes stay just between us sometimes."
"Yeah, that's definitely the next step in our relationship," she said flippantly before realizing how that could be taken. "Uh, I mean you know not relationship, friendship or whatever. Friends have inside jokes, right? Yeah. Definitely that."
He just continued to smile at her until she finished babbling, "See, Felicity? I keep your secret." He winked at her and went to change, leaving Felicity wondering what secret he kept if not for the fact that she was not a natural blonde.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it. I'm new to writing drabbles/kind of silly things so I'll get better as we go! Don't forget to leave some suggestions if you want =) and find me on tumblr, caishakalianah