***Author's Note: this is just a little fic idea that popped into my brain. As for the next chapter of 'The Birds Of Prey', it will probably be a few more days, because I am waiting for my beta to help me out with it. So sorry for the extra delay. I will get it up as soon as I can.***
Sara and Felicity realized that they never spent any actual time together as friends. They would mostly meet up in the Arrow Cave and just take down bad guys. And that was nearly always in the presence of at least one of the boys.
Felicity isn't a big drinker and Sara's job as a bartender made her quickly tire of the noisy bar scene. So that's how they ended up in Feliity's favorite coffee shop. It's open 24 hours and was close to her apartment when she was in college.
They chose a corner table after ordering their drinks. Felicity plan black coffee and Sara hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.
"Sara, how old are you? Five?" Felicity asked her as Sara took a swig. She ouldn't help but giggle when the girl had a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of her nose.
"What's wrong with a little hot chocalte?" She replied defensively.
"I mean, it's not what you'd expect an ex-assassin and current vigilante to get." She answered.
"Oh look who's talking Miss Depressed Writer. 'I'd like a coffee. Black like my soul." Sara quipped, wiping the whipped cream off her nose.
Felicity laughed despite herself. "Hey, I'm neither depressed nor a writer. Have you read any of my papers from high school? I swear I bull-crapped every word of them."
Sara laughed too. "You're telling me. I had to write an essay on Hamlet senior year. I swear my teacher went green when he handed it back to me."
Both women shared another laugh and launched into funny stories of their high school years. Felicity's always were more awkward and nerdy. Sara's more party related and on the verge of cool. They each found, despite their difference statuses on the social ladder, that they generally enjoyed their high school years. Albeit for different reasons: Felicity loved school and loved learning, Sara loved the parties and the people.
Once all their escapades of high school were exhausted they fell into a semi awkward silence. Felicity stared into her mug, which was almost empty. "What about college? Any stories there?" Felicity wondered. Then she immdeatly kicked herself for it. Sara's college was hell. She went on the Gambit before her freshman year was over.
Sara shifted uncomfortable in her chair and looked out the window. She took a shaky breath.
"Crap, Sara. I'm sorry. I forgot- well I didn't forget. How can someone forget that. I just mean my mouth gets ahead of my mouth and I didn't hink it through and wow I'm sorry."
Sara attempted to smile and she even tried to laugh, though it sounded pained. "It's okay. You are right… I do have plenty of stories."
She looked at Felicity, who was looking back at her. Felicity could see something vulnerable and sad in Sara's deep blue eyes. She knew that Sara was allowing her to see this side of her. This side that not many people ever saw or will see.
Felicity wanted to reach out and hug her. Though she wasn't sure if that would be awkward or not. So instead she reached across the table and wrapped her hand around Sara's. "Thanks." Sara whispered. She retracted her hand.
"My mom never approved of my choice of going to college. She wanted me to be like her. Stay in Vegas, get a crap husband with a good job, and wait tables for the rest of my life. So that's why I went. Because I knew I could show her that she was wrong. That I could be successful." Felicity explained absentmindedly.
Sara's brow crinkled; she's never heard Felicity talk about her family. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm not as naïve as I look. I know you hold a lot of guilt for having been with the League. But you don't have to be that person anymore, Sara. You can be a hero. You already are." Felicity finished.
Sara couldn't help but to smile a little bit. "You're not as naïve as you look." Was all she could manage to say.
They somehow stumbled into further conversation for a few more hours.
Felicity checked her watch. It read 2:44 in the morning. She groaned, having to be at the office at seven. Oliver would no doubt be a little lenient if she happened to be late. However, it wasn't like Felicity to be late.
"I'm sorry, Sara, but I should get going. Do you need a ride?"
"No, I can walk back to the Foundry." She replied, getting up and slipping on her jacket.
"the Foundry? You're going to sleep at the Foundry?" Felicity echoed.
Sara nodded. Felicity shook her head. "Nuh-uh. C'mon you're coming home with me. The Foundry is no place to sleep. I can make up the couch for you."
Sara tried to refuse but when she saw the look of determination on Felicity's face, she decided against it. So, they drove in silence to Felicity's house. Sara didn't spend a lot of time thinking about where Felicity lived but she'd always though a modern apartment was more her speed. Not a cozy looking house.
Felicity dropped her purse on the counter and went to the closet where she kept the spare blankets and pillows. Sara busied herself with studying the titles of one of the many bookshelves. It ranged from everything to Harry Potter to science journals and computer manuals.
Felicity dropped the blankets on the couch and began setting up a makeshift bed. Realizing that she was being a horrible guest, Sara jumped to help her. One the task was done, Felicity aske Sara if she needed to take a shower.
"Oh, no I'm good. Thanks for letting me stay over."
Felicity just shrugged and replied, "No big." Then she left for her own room.
Good Morning Sara,
It was nice hanging out with you and I would love to do it again next time. There's some food in the fridge in you're hungry. When you leave don't worry about locking the door (there's only one key).
See you later,
Felicity
PS If you ever want to not spend the night at the Foundry you're always welcome here.