Aces and Queens

Word Count: 1,473

AU: Felicity Smoak is an A.R.G.U.S agent and assigned to train Oliver Queen after the shipwreck on Lian Yu. Felicity is Waller's right hand man but maybe Oliver isn't right for the life of an agent. He is her mission and she is his distraction.

Pain was the first thing he noticed. As he floated in and out of consciousness he could feel the thumping sensation in his head. Oliver opened his eyes slowly and the blurry, unfamiliar surroundings came into focus. He watched the weakly spinning fan as memories came flooding into his mind. Oliver shot up with a gasp and attempted to get on his feet, but ended up getting caught in the white sheets instead.

Oliver rolled onto his back, heaving and counting his breaths. Is this what a panic attack feels like? He remembers the pain in Sara's eyes as he watched her drown for the second time. He squeezed his eyes shut and He can feel the guilt from the part he played in Slade's death burning his lungs. Surely he must have some form of post traumatic stress. How many times can you be in a ship wreck without getting PTSD.

He heard the old wooden door creak open, but he didn't make a move. He honestly didn't care anymore. He had failed Sara. And Slade. And Shado. There was nothing left for him to defend himself for. The woman entered his room and closed the door behind her. Her heels clicking against the concrete with every step she took until she was standing next to his head, then she stopped.

"What do you want?" Oliver hoarsely whispered, unable to keep the hopelessness from seeping into his voice while keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

The woman cleared her throat before tossing a change of clothes that she had brought for him onto his torso. "Maybe you should speak to me with a little more gratitude, Mr. Queen. Considering the fact that I saved you from drowning." Oliver grabbed the clothing and stood up, giving her a once over before looking into her cold blue eyes.

She was wearing a tight leather suit with guns strapped to her hips. Her blonde hair was up in a tight pony tail and her lips were painted bright red. Her heeled boots may have added three inches (give or take) but he was still almost a head taller than her. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Are you done gaping at me yet?" She practically spat at him. Even if he didn't mean to, he was staring at her like she was and object and that was something she did not have time for. Waller had given her a mission.

Oliver didn't respond to her snarky remark. He squared his shoulders and glared down at the fierce woman. "What do you want with me?" He repeated.

The woman just smirked at him and stepped away. "Just get dressed, Mr. Queen. We have a lot to discuss." Oliver rolled his eyes. He is beyond sick of getting vague answers. Come to think of it. He's sick of not knowing where he is too.

Before she could step out the door, Oliver yelled, "Hey! Do you at least have a name?" The woman was throwing orders at him, the least she could do was give him her name, or title, or.. any kind of clue to who she is.

She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder to look at him. With one hand on the door she replied, "Smoak" and disappeared through the entrance without another word.

This is going to be a very long and frustrating day. Oliver thought to himself as he tugged the clean t-shirt on and followed her out the door.

When he opened the door he nearly plowed into the man guarding it. Or rather, men, seeing as there were three guards. Oliver maneuvered past the large man and into the hallway that that "Smoak" woman had disappeared into. It was narrow. Two people could stand shoulder to shoulder but that's it. It was a claustrophobic person's purgatory, seeing how it was insanely cramped and seemingly never ending.

When he rounded the corner he saw the blonde speaking to another woman. Her suit was nothing like Ms. Smoak's. It was professional. A gray skirt and matching blazer. The woman's hair was pinned up into a tight bun and she was holding a file in her hand. She was a few inches taller than the woman next to her and she reeked of authority.

"Mr. Queen." She acknowledged him with a small nod, her lips set in a thin line. "Glad to see you've joined the living. I am Amanda Waller." She said, stepping forward to politely shake his hand. And, wearily, he took it. But after the pleasantries were exchanged (between himself and Amanda, Ms. Smoak had decided to ignore his presence) he was ignored. The two women exchanged hushed words and Ms. Waller passed over the manilla file. Ending the conversation with a nod and turning back down the hallway.

Smoak turned to him, her expression unchanged from earlier. As she tried to pass by him, he grabbed her forearm. "You owe me some answers, Ms. Smoak." Her eyes glared daggers at his hand and before he could even blink, she was out of his grasp and twisting his arm at a concerning angle.

"Mr. Queen, I assure you that I owe you nothing." She said, making a general statement sound like a threat.

"Why did you save me?" He asked her, rubbing his sore wrist.

Smoak crossed her arms. "Waller thinks you can be of some use. She assigned me to you. End of story."

"Use for what?" Oliver prodded. "What the hell could you possibly want me for?"

She simply laughed, "Oliver. You have a lot to learn if you want to survive in this world. And right now. This world. This life. It's the only choice you've got. Now come with me. We have training to do."

"And why should I come with you?" Oliver asked, stepping towards her and hoping to intimidate her with his height but to no avail.

"Everything here can kill you, but I can do it the most efficiently-" She stepped froward, the click of her heels echoing against the concrete walls. She shoved a finger into the center of his chest, "-so don't underestimate me, Oliver Queen. Because if it comes down to my safety. I will kill you without a moment of hesitation."

He met her harsh gaze with equally stone cold eyes. "Oh, Ms. Smoak. I don't doubt that for a second. But-" he moved quickly and grabbed the gun, that was grasped in her left hand behind her back, and pointed it to the center of her chest. "You shouldn't underestimate me either."

She chuckled as stepped away from him, not even flinching as she grabbed her gun back, "touché Mr. Queen."

Oliver couldn't help but stare at her as she so arrogantly walked away from him. Honestly, did her leather suit have to be that tight?!

But she could feel his eyes burning holes in her back. Felicity whipped around and hurled one of her blades at him, making a small cut on his cheek bone before getting stuck in the wall. She raised an eyebrow at him, "Lingering eyes are a burden, Mr. Queen. Look at me like I'm an object again and the next one goes in your eye. Am I clear?" She said with a sarcastically sweet smile. Tilting her head so her blonde hair moved off of her shoulders, falling to the side and exposing her skin.

He smirked at her, "crystal." And turned to follow her down the hallway. Just hoping that the end wasn't awaiting his execution.

Author's Note: I love these two together and this show is amazing. I hope I do their characters justice. I didn't portray Felicity as a babbler (even though she's adorable and we all love her) because I wanted her to be seen as the strong woman she is and had to become in order to adapt to the life style of an A.R.G.U.S agent. The first chapter is always the most difficult for me to write. I'm terrible at introductions but, expect longer chapters to come!

I'm sorry to all of the people that I have kept waiting with updates on my other stories. I have a lot going on and I'm trying to get back on top of my writing.

Review please xx