The title is taken from "For Good" from Wicked.
I do not own anything, and apologize in advance for any mistakes I've made. Whether they be writing or character wise.
This is dedicated to the long suffering Chrissykins.


Isabel Rochev was bored. She was alone in her family's penthouse, flipping through random television channels, and she was so bored. Her mother had popped a few pills and went off to bed, and her nanny had left a few hours ago. With nothing else to do, Isabel slipped out of her family's penthouse, and walked down to the elevator. The eleven year old had a common practice of wandering her families' hotel whenever she had nothing better to do, and tonight she figured she'd sneak into the casino area. It's not like anyone would stop her, she was the daughter of the owner.

At nearly one in the morning, and the casino downstairs was bustling. She looked out of place, not only because she was eleven, but because her gray check dress was much simpler than those around her. So many people willing to through their lives away for a chance, she thought as she walked through the floor. She found herself wandering over to the blackjack table where one of her two friends, Simon, was on duty. Simon was always nice to Isabel, never making fun of the slight accent she still had. Her other friend was Kaylee, Simon's girlfriend, but she wasn't working tonight. "Evening, Miss Rochev," Simon said as he dealt cards, "Couldn't sleep again?"

"Jetlag," Isabel said simply. Her and her parents had just come back from visiting family back in Moscow, and had only come a few days ago. Her father was on "business", probably in Aruba with his assistant again. Isabel wouldn't be surprised.

"Another night wandering again then," Simon concurred, "Why don't you talk to, little Lissy? She's probably still in the same room."

"Who the hell is that?" Isabel asked.

"Language, Isabel. And Felicity is the daughter of the new cocktail waitress, Donna. Comes in when her mom works the late shift. You'll like her." With nothing better to do, Isabel figured checking out the new girl was better than nothing, and she walked off to the game room.

The room was full of old arcade games, and other things, but certainly not another person. What a waste of time, Isabel thought as she looked around. She turned to leave when she hears a bang from behind her, looking back again to see one of the machines lightly shaking. Isabel walked over to the machine and when she still didn't see anyone, she picked behind the game.

The back had been opened and Isabel saw a pair of pink converses sticking out of it, along with two pale legs. "Hello?" Isabel said confused. There was a small bang, followed by an 'ouch' and the person pulled herself out of them game.

She was tiny and probably no older than seven, with bright blue eyes and short brown hair. She was wearing a pink skirt, and a shirt with a large heart on it, paired with a large pair of blue glasses. The girl looked extremely shocked to find someone had come in.

"Um…Hi," She said, her voice high, "I know you must be wondering what I'm doing. Well you see I was just playing with it, I mean fixing it. You see I was playing with it, when it stopped working…"

"And your first instinct was to climb inside it?" Isabel cut her off suspicious. The girl had a few bits of machinery in her hands, "Why didn't you just call the handyman?"

"Marcus has been very busy later, and I'm very good with machines. I've been able to fix my dad's old computer for the last year without any help." The girl said proudly, "I'm Felicity, by the way, Felicity Smoak."

"Yeah, your mother is a waitress." Isabel confirmed bored, "I'm Isabel Rochev." Felicity looked shocked, getting a bit pale.

"Your father is the owner," Felicity said surprised, "I'm sorry, I'll put the parts back where they were, right now. I didn't mean it, I was just trying to help." They girl looked extremely worried now that she knew she was talking to her mother's boss' daughter. Isabel couldn't help but wonder if this had happened before, she couldn't help but feel a little sad for her.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone," Isabel said, surprisingly nice, "You do know what you're doing right?"

"Oh yes, I'm really good at it,"

"Can I watch?" Isabel asked, surprised she was so interested in seeing what the girl was working on.

"Actually, I was just finishing up, but you watch while I was finished up," Felicity moved back to the behind the machine, and moved so that Isabel could sit next to her. Isabel sat down next to her, and watched as Felicity turned some wires. She also seemed to pull a screwdriver out of nowhere to tighten a few screws. Then she smiled and motioned for Isabel to get back up. Felicity closed up the back of the game, and looked back at Isabel, "Why don't you plug it in?"

Isabel picked up the plug, and stuck it back in the outlet. The colorful arcade music began playing again, and Felicity happily clapped her hands next to her. Isabel found herself smiling as well. "Wanna play?" Felicity asked.

"Sure," Isabel replied, moving over the screen. It was some old game that Isabel couldn't remember the name of, and didn't both to care. Felicity was babbling on about something that Isabel had zoned out, but for the sake of the girl's surprisingly interesting companionship tried to refocus. She was rambling on about some new show about vampires. Isabel decides she had to change the topic. "So, how did you get into fixing video game machines?"

Felicity got really quiet for a moment, before replying half-heartedly, "Nowhere important." Isabel wasn't impressed and decided to use the stare that always got her nannies to cry. Felicity tried to avoid her gaze for a few minutes, but could feel her eyes on her. She eventually broke, "My father taught me,"

Isabel smiled, "See was that so hard?" But Felicity didn't smile back, but turned and looked sadly out the door toward the casino floor. Isabel had made a mistake, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Isabel. Let's go back to playing."

"Do I have to stare at you again? Because I will, and according to my eighth nanny, Uma, my stare can turn people into stone." Felicity looked at Isabel, and sighed. She looked a lot older than the roughly seven year old she was.

She fixed her large glasses and said, "My father taught me how to fix computers." Isabel wondered why it took so much to get that out of the young girl.

"What's so bad about that? Isn't your dad proud of you? You just reassumed a vintage arcade game with a screwdriver and what looks like some rubber bands and gum."

"Yeah, I am pretty good. But no, my dad left about a year ago, and my mom said I shouldn't tell people about him. Apparently he was doing bad things with computers."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess that explains why he wanted me to learn so much. Said computers would make me smarter, and made me work on them all the time. Since I was like three. But I did get really smart."

Isabel's interest was piqued at the obviously very intelligent girl, and wanted to know more, "How smart are we talking about?"

"Well I am in the fifth grade, but Mrs. Ross has me doing work at a sixth grade level, eighth grade if it involved a computer. And I don't want to brag, but I did build a super computer last month."

"You built a super computer?!"

"Well, kind of. Almost. It worked. For about fifteen minutes, until it caught fire," Felicity stammered out, "But it wasn't a very big fire. Mom and Mister Zhang put it out in a flash. Mister Zhang owns the Chinese restaurant below my apartment. He's nice. He and my mom weren't even mad about the fire."

"You built a super computer?" Isabel repeated, still shocked. Felicity smiled, and both girls laughed.

"So what do you spend your days doing? Roaming arcade rooms and getting people to tell you their secrets?"

"Only when I can't sleep. My family and I just got back from Moscow."

"That must have been fun."

"You've obviously never been to Moscow. I spent most of the time in the hotel room watching television with my new nanny."

"That's sad. What about your parents?"

"My father's very business. And my mother's very social. They have better things to do then spend their time with their adopted daughter." Isabel was shocked to find that she was spilling her guts to a girl she didn't know, but she found it didn't bother her much. Felicity wouldn't tell anyone.

"That must be awful," Felicity said empathically, "I know how much my mother works, but she always tries to find time to spend with me. Even if she doesn't know what I'm talking about." Felicity laughed, and Isabel found herself smiling as well.

Either girl was aware about how much time had passed until Felicity's mom walked in. She didn't look much like Felicity, but she did have the same blue eyes and warm smile as Isabel's new… friend. The woman looked surprised to see that her daughter had found a companion. "Hey Lis," she said sweetly, "Who's your new friend?"

"Mom, this is Isabel Rochev." Felicity smiled at Isabel, who was now seated next to her, probably ruining her expensive gray dress on the dirty floor, "Isabel, this is my mom, Donna."

Isabel saw her mother pale the way Felicity had when she had first found out who Isabel was. "Miss Rochev," Donna Smoak babbled like her daughter too, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm sorry that I —"

Isabel cut the older woman off, "It's okay, Ms. Smoak. Felicity was just keeping me company, I hope you don't mind." Isabel was trying her hardest to be polite.

"Oh, that's amazing. Lis needs more friends, she spends all her time in her books. A genius she is," Donna said before her smile faded, "But me and Lis have to get going." Isabel felt her smile drop, but Donna quickly spoke up again, "Maybe I can bring Felicity around for my shift tomorrow?"

Felicity jumped up and smiled, "I'd like that a lot. Is that okay?" Isabel stood up and smiled a bit again. She smoothed down her dress,

"I'll be here," Isabel smiled at Felicity. Suddenly she felt two arms come around her. Felicity was hugging her. Isabel could only stand awkwardly there. Felicity must have realized what she did and jumped back.

"Sorry. I remember what you said about touching." Felicity looked down at her feet, embarrassed.

"No. No it's okay," Isabel reassured her awkwardly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye Isabel!" Felicity ran over to her mother and took her hand. She turned to look over her shoulder and waved at Isabel.

Isabel smiled at her new friend, and waved back.


Isabel and Felicity as friends, I know right? I got the idea of them first as frenemies at QC while I was watching 13 going on 30, and I imagined Lucy as Isabel and Jenna as Felicity. But my long suffering best friend, Chrissykins, loved the idea, and begged me to write it. I figured she puts up with me writing about Fairly Oddparents so why not. So I somehow came up with this idea, that didn't end up much like my original idea. Oh well.

I hope you liked it, I liked writing. It's a lot lighter than my FOP fanfic, who'd figure the Arrow fanfic would be lighter than the one about the cartoon, oh well. Kudos and subscribe if you do. Comment to me about anything. They make me feel good about myself.

I'll try to post as soon as I can. In the next chapter though we jump about 12 years into our duo's future.