HELLO EVERYONE! Ok, so I've written one shot's before, but never something as long as this. I hope it's ok.
Anyways, I wanted to write an established!Olicity fic cause 3x09 killed me. It's slightly crack ish as well. Well, mostly just a really, really crazy circumstance. There may be a few times you'll just have to go with the "science." Suspension of disbelief people. Hopefully it's not so ridiculous that it makes the story less enjoyable.
Just something to know, because it will be a thing in this... I always have had this head cannon that eventually the majority of QC's (Palmer Industries for now) holdings would eventually fall to Felicity. Either Ray leaves the company to her, or at least a majority of the stock. He clearly doesn't care about the money. Anyways, eventually I see Felicity being super loaded, and her buying back the Queen Mansion. I think that's all you need to know for this. Ok, here we go...
Oliver woke up, blinking both eyes. He had a throbbing headache. As his eyes came into focus, he could see he was in his room. He went to move his arm, but he couldn't, as there was some weight holding it down. He looked over and saw a blond mess of hair. A woman he didn't recognize was sleeping next to him. He sat up and tried to move his arm slowly out from under her, desperately hoping she wouldn't wake up. But his attempt was in vain. As soon as he had begun to move, the woman stirred, sighed, and rolled over.
"Mmm," she smiled up at him. "Morning." Her eyes were blue, and looked extremely content.
"Uhh… Hi?" He wasn't sure what to do. Ask her name? No, that would be rude. Maybe say something about how last night was great, even though he didn't even remember picking her up at the party, let alone anything that happened after that.
"Your voice sounds weird," she mused as she kissed his cheek and got out of his bed. As Oliver looked her up and down he became even more confused. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. Her hair was messy, but not in a way that looked like it had fallen out of an up do. She had no remnants of makeup on her face. All and all she looked, well, ordinary. Not exactly what he was used to waking up to, especially after some crazy party.
"I'm gunna go make some coffee," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Want some?"
"Yeah, sure… Do you know where it is?" he asked, confused.
The girl snorted. "Yes, Oliver." She rolled her eyes and left the room.
As soon as her heard her footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs, he jumped out of bed, ran out of his room, and stood at the balcony edge. He watched her walk in the direction of the kitchen. She seemed extremely comfortable waking around the house. Maybe he had drank so much he was forgetting a few days? Maybe she had been here a while. He was pretty sure he had taken some orange pills at the party too, and had no idea what they were. Maybe a few days of memory loss was normal.
He walked back into his room. Even if that was true though, it still didn't completely explain the girl. She was cute, but not exactly his usual catch. But he shrugged it off. Maybe she was really good in bed, so he had wanted her stay for a few days. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the picture next to the bed or the fact that nearly everything in his room was different, from the lamps to the bed spread. He went into his bathroom and splashed some water on his face. He stared at himself. His hair was shorter, and he hadn't shaved in a few days. Had he gotten a hair cut and decide to grow a beard? And why did he look so old? He was wearing a gray shirt and plaid pajama pants. He noticed a purple tooth brush lying on the sink. Seriously? How many days had this girl been here? And why were they both so… dressed? Before he could investigate any more, he heard her voice call him.
"Coffee's done!"
"Coming!" he called back. Walking out of his room, he decided he would just have to ask this girl what was going on.
When he got in the kitchen, he found her leaning against the counter, watching the morning news.
"This is the third explosion this week. I think we need to…" she trailed off as she looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"Look, I don't know how to say this without sounding really rude, but, well… um…"
"Spit it out, Oliver." She had one eyebrow raised.
"Uh, you seem really nice, but I don't remember anything thats happened, uhh…" he gestured between them, "here. I know that party was kinda crazy, and we probably both had way to much to drink, but I don't even remember your name to be honest." He bit his lip, nervous she would slap him. It wouldn't be the first time.
But to his surprise, the girl looked unfazed. "You have the weirdest sense of humor." She looked back to the tv. "Anyways, like I was saying, I think if we can get Digg to pull some strings over at ARGUS we might be able to find out who has been planting these." She gestured back to the tv, where B-Roll of a building on fire was playing.
"What's ARGUS? And who's Digg? And why do I care about a bomb?" Now he was getting kind of annoyed. "Look lady, I'm not sure what's going on here but I think you should go. My girlfriend is probably going to be over soon, and you," he pointed at a ring he had noticed on her left hand "should probably be getting back to your husband."
The woman stared at him, putting her coffee down without breaking eye contact. She slowly walked over to him and put her hand on his forehead. "Oliver, did you hit your head?" She was looking his face over, and now running her hands along the back of his head.
"I don't think so," he said as he grabbed her arm, removing it from him. "I'm not trying to be rude, but really, I'm sure we had fun, but the fling is over, and - hey! What are you doing?"
The woman picked up some sort of glass brick on the counter. Was that a phone? He'd never seen one like it. Apparently it was because she began speaking into it. "John, I need you to come over here."
"Who's John? And why is he coming here?" Oliver suddenly felt nervous.
"Somethings wrong with him." she mumbled. "I don't know. I think he's having memory problems. Did you see him hit his head last night? I know that meta was giving us all a run for our money… uh huh… Yeah. Really? Perfect. Ok… See you in a second." She put the phone down and went over to one of the kitchen cabinets.
"Meta?" he inquired. "Is that like a drug or something? Whoa! When did we get that?" He pointed at the box in the blond woman's arms. It had a first aid symbol on it, and looked very high tech.
"Sit down," she ordered, pointing at the kitchen table. He did as he was told, all be it slowly. She pulled out a pen light and shone it in his eye.
"Hey! Watch it!" he yelled, pulling away from the light.
"Hold still! I need to check your vitals." Her voice was calm, as if this was routine.
"Are you like a doctor or something?" he asked, relaxing a little bit. She continued with the pen light for while and and the dropped it, looking at him intently.
"Do you really have no clue who I am?" There was no pain in her voice. The way she asked it, it was as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle.
"Are you, like, a famous doctor?" He raised his eyebrows unsure of what she wanted.
"No. I'm not a doctor at all." She grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse. She continued on for several more minutes checking various things. "Are you feeling nauseous, or light headed?"
"You seem like a doctor."
"Just answer the question."
"I had a little headache when I woke up, but I think I'm just a little hung over." He grabbed her wrist. "Look, it's really nice your trying to take care of me, but you can really go. This isn't the first time I've forgotten a few days after a rave. Just call my friend Tommy and I'll be fine. Or even go get my parents. They should be around here somewhere." Oliver thought about that for a second. Where were his parents? Or Thea, for that matter.
She stared at him, now looking nervous. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Look, I told you-" Just then the door bell rang, and there was a voice calling out from the entry way.
"Felicity?" The voice was deep and commanding. It made Oliver nervous. Well, more nervous.
"We're in the kitchen." she called back.
"I assume that's John," said Oliver. "He got here quick."
"He was already on his way. And he's a fast driver." she mumbled, still staring at him, without really looking at him.
A huge black man walked in the door. His arms were the size of tree trunks, and he looked like he could take out Oliver with one punch. Oliver scooted his chair away from him.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He has no idea who I am." She was speaking quietly, but he could still hear. "Or you for that matter. And John…" she glanced at him with real concern on her face, "He's asking for Tommy. And his parents."
The man called John looked over at him, brow furrowed. "Are you serious? You don't think…"
All of a sudden he turned from Francine, or whatever her name was, and looked at him. "Do you remember an island?"
"Um, I was in the Bahamas last spring break."
"When was the last time you were on the Queen's Gambit?"
"It's been a while. But I think my dad want's to take it over to China soon. I'll probably go on it then. Wait, how do you even know about the Queen's Gambit? Do you work with my dad?"
"No." he said, firmly. He turned back to the blonde. "Well, that gives us a time frame."
"He said something about a party. Could that have anything to do with this?" She was biting her thumb.
Before anyone could say anything else, the door bell rang again. The blond rushed off.
"What was her name?' Oliver asked John.
"Felicity." The man had the most expressionless face. It weirded Oliver out.
"Is she a doctor? She said she wasn't, but I feel like she is."
"Might as well be yours."
That made no sense to him, but now Felicity was back in the room.
"It was a package. Look." She showed it to John.
"Hey, don't just open my family's mail!" Oliver called after her as she pulled out a kitchen knife opening the box. She didn't even seem to register his words.
Out of the box came a hand written note and what looked like a video tape.
"Put that back! It's not for you!"
"Yes it is," said Felicity.
"What does it say?" asked John.
"Call Star Labs team. Watch in the Foundry. Love, Oliver."
"Wait!? That's from me?" Oliver was now so confused he forgot to be nervous.
"Go put some clothes on." Felicity ordered. "We need to go somewhere."