Prompt from tumblr user queenwithsmoak: What about people who don't know oliver is the arrow (like lance/laurel ...) observe a tender moment btw him (as arrow) and felicity maybe even a kiss!? (after he saved her or a really dangerous mission where they worked together with lance or laurel or anyone else ... ) :D
Quentin Lance is definitely one for minding his own business. His motto is pretty much, "You don't wanna tell, I don't wanna know."
But he does wonder about Felicity Smoak.
The girl is smart. Crazy smart. And loyal. Honestly, most days Quentin is relieved to know she's out there, helping The Arrow do his thing, because as long as Felicity Smoak is on the job, the city is safe.
He worries about her though. He worries that The Arrow is using her, or that even if he isn't, that she might get caught in the cross-hairs one of these days. She's been put into a whole bunch of dangerous situations. He's witnessed a few himself, and can only imagine how many more times she's had her life threatened that he doesn't know about.
So as much as he generally tries to keep his nose out of it, when he finds out Ms. Smoak has been kidnapped by the Triad, he reads the vigilante the riot act.
"How could you let this happen to her?!"
"Detective, now's not the time." The Arrow's modulated voice is strained.
"My ass, now's the time! That girl is too good for you! She should be out, getting drinks with her friends, meeting a nice boy, living a normal life! Instead, she's saving your ass on a regular basis, and you don't even have the decency to make sure she stays sa-"
"Detective!" The aggravated roar makes him fall silent. He sees the vigilante take a deep breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, desperate.
"I know," he says, tucking his chin down into his chest. "Believe me, I know. And if I could, I'd make her quit. I'd make her leave, go do something else. Find a better life. But I know her. She won't go and I -"
Quentin frowns.
"I don't want her to."
Ah.
The silence stretches out on the rooftop between them. Finally, he shuffles his feet and takes a step back. "Okay, big guy," he says. "I'll get a detail together. If you've got a plan, I've got the men. Just - don't worry. We'll get her back."
The Arrow drops his shoulders and nods. "Thank you," he says, and then he's gone.
Later, after the raid, after they've read rights to more Triad members than they've ever managed to round up at a time, Quentin spots The Arrow on one of the rooftops nearby.
He's holding onto Felicity like she's his anchor, and maybe she is. She's definitely more than just tech support, and when he sees The Arrow lean down and kiss her, his hood hiding the moment from the rest of the world, Quentin thinks he might get it after all.
He shakes his head and gets into his car. "You don't wanna tell, I don't wanna know," he mutters to himself, but he's smiling as he turns the key in the ignition.