A/N - Hello, fellow fanfiction readers! Several months ago, a friend introduced me to Arrow and I started watching it, (because who wouldn't watch a show with hot shirtless guys) and ever since the first episode I've had tons of little scenes and ideas floating around inside my head. So I finally decided to do something about them. Voila. And here we are.
This collection will probably mostly consist of my own ideas, but with a sprinkling of missing and extended scenes from the episodes too. They're not in any particular order, and the missing scenes will probably bounce around the episodes, as I'm writing them as the ideas come to me. Most chapters will probably be accompanied by lyrics from a song that I personally connect with the Arrow fandom, or with Olicity (which will be wholeheartedly shipped through all of these fics).
So. Please, sit back, grab a cup of coffee, and enjoy.
P.S. - If any of you folks have an idea for a chapter, or want to have a song used, please do drop me a PM. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to use it, but I assure you it will definitely find a place on my 'pending' list. :)
Takes place sometime after 2x10 (Blast Radius)
The song is "Tourist" by Yuna
I DO NOT OWN ARROW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES USED IN THIS STORY
I guess I'll hang around a little while, while you're here
No, I don't feel like being somewhere else
I guess I wouldn't mind to fall in love a little bit
Ouch, I think I fell a little more
Hanging onto nothing
I wouldn't change a thing
Stay where you are now
I'm just a little bit love-ridden
I'm falling into you
"It's pretty late, Felicity. Go on home. We're done for tonight."
Oliver came down the foundry stairs, old metal rattling under his feet as he pulled back his hood and unzipped his leather jacket. His own voice echoing back at him, he glanced around the curiously quiet room until his eyes lit on the still figure sitting in front of the computers.
"Felicity?"
Eyebrows knitting together in momentary concern he placed his bow back into its case and hung his quiver up next to it before crossing to the black swivel chair and its occupant. A light huff of amusement came out before he could stop it, but then it disappeared as his eyes softened. The sight of Felicity sound asleep, head resting on her arms, and slouched over the desk at a clearly awkward angle made something in his chest (absolutely not his heart) warm just a little. Her glasses had been removed at some point and lay discarded to the side next to a long-since-cold cup of coffee and her tablet. A small yellow sticky note addressed to Felicity was stuck to the dark computer above her, and Oliver read in Diggle's handwriting that the man had already gone home and that he recommended that the IT girl not spend the whole night in that chair. Clearly she had fallen asleep before the ex-soldier had gone home but he had found no reason to wake her up and had just left the note instead. The woman shifted position slightly below him and he glanced down once before stepping away to fully remove his jacket and drape it over another chair. Pausing in hesitation he almost moved to shake her shoulder, but something stopped him (definitely not that warm feeling in his chest again) and he pulled his hand back. He quietly moved towards their newest addition to the foundry– a shower; one installed at Felicity's insistence. ("You guys come back here all sweaty and hot, and it's frankly quite disgusting. We're getting a shower.")
He emerged twenty minutes later from his pleasantly long shower and rubbed his hair with a small towel, shivering slightly in the chill of the room. Grabbing his grey hoodie he zipped it up over the thin white t-shirt he had on and and tossed his dirty leather outfit to the side, unwilling to deal with it just yet. Felicity was still sound asleep on the chair, but she had shifted positions since he last saw her. Small panda flats had been carelessly shucked off and her knees were tucked up to her chest as she somehow managed to curl her entire body onto the chair without falling off. A small smile lit his face again, and before he realized it he was taking her jacket off the back of the chair and draping it over her. Involuntarily he found his hand tracing down the curve of her shoulder and he abruptly drew back his hand as though burned. Felicity shifted slightly under his touch and licking his lips Oliver moved away from her, lest he be tempted to do something more inappropriate. She was his secretary, for goodness' sake–touching her without permission, especially when she was asleep, was completely out of order. Even as friends. But recently his definition of friend seemed to have changed when it came to the blonde in front of him.
You're my partner.
Yes, that's it. Partner. Just a partner. Nothing more.
