A.N.: This is my first Arrow fanfiction! I really hope you like it. I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes I missed during editing. Make sure to leave comments and suggestions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of its characters.
After a series of emotions rushed through his brain Tommy drove to Verdant. Hundreds of drunk party-goers littered the club, as he hastily made his way to the bar. When he was only a few feet away, the distraught Merlyn resisted the urge to drink and headed towards the Foundry for some alone time.
As he was walking down the steps of the Foundry, Tommy noticed that the lights were on. At the desk of computers, Felicity was typing away, oblivious to the man standing a few yards away from her.
"It seems that I won't get that alone time after all," Felicity jumped from her seat in surprise. "And, who may you be?"
"Felicity…Smoak," she paused, "and your Tommy Merlyn…billionaire…ex-billionaire in the Foundry. W-why are you in the Foundry?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"I asked you first," Tommy smiled.
"Thought I would get some alone time," his smile faded at the thought of the night's events. "It's been a long day."
"Oh. I'm…sorry. I can leave," she replied hastily, before standing up.
"No. No, it's okay," he reassured the frazzled IT girl.
The two stood in awkward silence until Felicity said, "I guess I had a long day too. It's why I'm down here too. I mean, I could be watching a movie at home instead, but I like it here better. It doesn't mean my home is bad or anything 'cause it's really nice, though I have a sucky landlord and …I'm babbling…So, why was your day so long?"
"It doesn't matter," Tommy responded.
"Really? Because your face tells me a completely different story," Felicity argued. "Not that your face looks bad…because you're actually really gorgeous…and I'm going to stop talking in…3…2…1."
He chuckled, "My best friend told me to try to mend things with my girlfriend, and then, I caught them sleeping together."
"Let me guess. It was Laurel…Typical?" Felicity said softly, her voice and face portraying hurt and betrayal.
"Hey, are you okay?" Tommy reached towards her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah…Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" she responded. "Are you?"
"It hurts," he admitted, "but I know that you're not fine. What's the matter?"
Felicity was silent, as tears brimmed your eyes.
"You're in love with Oliver," Tommy realized.
Not even a second later, she broke into sobs, as Tommy pulled her into a hug. Tears rolled down both of their faces, for the night's events were too much for them to handle.
Neither of them noticed Diggle filming most of their conversation by the stairs. He considered sending the video to Oliver, but he decided to confront him the next day. He gave the pair one last glance, before silently leaving the Foundry.
For the rest of the night, Felicity and Tommy sat at her desk watching Disney films. In the middle of The Lion King, Felicity fell into a dreamless sleep, and Tommy followed not long after.
The next day, Oliver and Diggle were met with two sleeping figures curled up into chairs in front of Felicity's desk. As they moved closer, they both noticed tear stains littering Tommy and Felicity's faces. Oliver gave Diggle a look of concern, "What are they doing here?"
"You tell me, Oliver," Diggle glared.
"What's your problem?" Oliver questioned angrily. "How is this my fault?"
"Tell me, Oliver. Where were you last night? What were you doing?"
"What does that have to do with this?" he motioned towards Felicity and Tommy. "And frankly, it is none of your business."
"It is my business when it affects the people I care about," Diggle exclaimed. "So, you're not going to tell me you slept with Laurel?"
"How'd you even know that?"
Diggle swiftly pulled out his phone and found the video. Without saying a word, he passed Oliver the phone and walked away. As he watched the video, Oliver's face portrayed a mix of surprise, horror, and guilt. Tommy woke, as Oliver watched Tommy declare, "You're in love with Oliver." Both of the men froze. Slowly, Tommy looked to his left to find Felicity still asleep, so he sighed in relief, snapping Oliver out of his daze. The Foundry was filled with awkward silence, both of them occasionally glancing at Felicity.
Tommy scowled, "Am I going to talk or are you gonna start talking? 'Cause I have a lot to say to you."
Oliver stayed silent.
"You freakin' asshole!" he stood up. "You told me to take her back, but right when I was going to listen to your advice, you stabbed me in the back and slept with her! And that isn't even the worst part!"
"What is the worst part? That she slept with a murderer!" Oliver responded.
"You broke her heart!"
"Laurel?"
"No. Felicity's. While you were spending the night with Laurel, I had to pick up the pieces."
Suddenly, Felicity stirred. Evidently, their yelling had woken her. As she yawned, she noticed Oliver's presence, "Oh…Hey Oliver."
Felicity abruptly stood up and made her way to the stairs declaring, "I'm going to get some coffee."
On her way to the bar, Felicity replayed the events of the night before, saddened by Oliver's betrayal to Tommy. As she passed Diggle, who was on his way to the basement, he gave her a quick smile, which she gladly returned. However, he could see through her façade, "Are you okay, Felicity?"
"Yeah," she lied. "I'm just really tired."
He gave a look of skepticism.
She sighed, "I'm fine. It's nothing to worry about."
Before he walked to the Foundry, he watched Felicity make her way to the coffee machine. Once he was in the Foundry, Diggle rolled his eyes, waiting a few minutes, before walking towards them.
Still next to Felicity's desk, Oliver and Tommy both glared at each other in silence till Diggle interrupted, "I'd hate to interrupt your glaring contest, but Oliver, you need to talk to Felicity."
"Talk to me about what?" Felicity questioned.
Oliver stayed quiet, as Diggle and Tommy glared at him, and Felicity gave him a quizzical look. He was about to make an excuse, when they heard Laurel through the security camera.
Felicity ran to her computer, bumping into Oliver as she passed.
"Ollie!" Laurel yelled. "Ollie! Where are you?"
Before the others could even blink, Oliver sprinted up the stairs to Verdant. While they chatted and hugged upstairs, Tommy and Felicity gave each other dejected looks and tried not to cry. Quickly, Diggle walked up behind Felicity and turned off the monitor. What I wouldn't give to pound that boy to the ground, he thought. As the two lost souls stared blankly at the monitor, Diggle stomped up to the club, slamming the door behind him. As he walked towards Oliver and Laurel, Diggle debated how to handle the situation.
He cleared his throat, catching their attention. "Oliver, may I please speak with you?"
"Not now, Dig. I'm in the mid—." Oliver didn't get to finish his sentence, before Diggle attempted to clock him in the face.
Quickly dodging the punch, Oliver exclaimed, "What the heck, man!"
Backing away, Laurel watched the exchange, confusion written on her face.
"You don't get to talk," John retorted.
"I don't know why I keep dealing with your BS," he continued. "Every time, you choose Laurel over everyone else. Where does that leave Tommy and Felicity? You hurt them…everyone…time and time again, for what?"
"I'm tired of fixing your messes," Diggle explains. "You're still the selfish loser you were five years ago."
As he walked away. Diggle heard Laurel question, "Are you okay? What's he talking about? Who's Felicity?"