First attempt at a soulmate AU so please be kind. I posted this first on Tumblr and a few people seemed to like it so I'm posting it here as well. As for the grammatical errors I'm sorry but again third story so still learning.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to Arrow or it's characters

Part One:

The gravel cracked beneath the soles of my shoes as we moved my body at this point moving against my mind's growing protests. My journey my entire long drawn out tale finally had reached its sad and pathetic conclusion. My hands felt cold and chafed as the wind whipped around my body; the cold air burning and tugging at my skin making each step more awful than the next. The guard dressed in black and fitted with a large rifle strapped across his chest yelled to the one behind us to stop. The sheep that we were our steps halted even before the first guards voice stopped echoing through the crisp and clear morning air.

Using my tired bloodshot eyes I looked up seeing the barbwire fence looming above and around me surrounding us within its steel confines. Whatever had paused our forward moving motions was taking longer than usual so I let my eyes remain fixed upward taking in the bright hues of orange, yellow and pink indicating the sun was beginning to rise. As I stared upwards I let my body relax my blood slowing its rapid pace as it beat against my veins. My mind clearing for the first time in days as I remembered how I'd ended up in this place surrounded by the soulless; surrounded by those who had no one to claim as their own.

Our world had changed from the one of days past for now everyone had a genetic match; this person was their equal in all ways right down to your fucking DNA. Each child at birth was imprinted with a barcode indicating their strongest and weakest traits for later genetic matching. It was a warped clinical approach to something our government had deemed unnecessary…love. Apparently long before I was born our planet was almost torn apart and destroyed by this evil vile emotion. The rebels of the time the Soulless contended that emotions were in fact a strength and not something to be eliminated because they made us messy and sometimes left us feeling incomplete. However the world had seen what emotions could do when tens of thousands of people were killed. All due to a suicide bomber walking into a church and pressing the detonator once he was at the alter his body draped over his love's casket. I'd seen thousands of instances where this evil vile emotion had left our race weak, frail and debilitated unable to make good and rational choices for future generations. That didn't stop me from tracing the back of my neck feeling the slightly puckered skin of the barcode that would one day choose my future mate.

I was six when I found out that my life was not going to resemble those of my classmates or even that of my parents. I was six when the armed men broke down the pale white door of our two bedroom apartment; they then were dressed in dark green fatigues with tasers instead of guns strapped to their broad strong hips. My mother tried to stop them from reaching my room where I hid beneath my four poster bed my body curled into a tight ball shaking as I heard her screams; weeping when I heard her body slammed down against the old hardwood floors. I attempted to hold my breath my small lithe body beginning to shudder with fear as the door was opened a man's booted foot smashing the weak rotting wood in half. It took them seconds to find me dragging me out by my dark braided hair. I fought back beating my small useless hands against their broad chests screaming and whaling as I kicked against them hoping to be saved. But no one was coming my father had been called away earlier in the day for an emergency at the genetics lab; leaving my mother a waitress and me to our own devices. We lived in a modest 3floor walk-up outside of the Las Vegas city perimeter. Edward Smoak was a brilliant man but his deficient wife left for little advancement past his current tech position. I was about to understand why he'd been called away and why my mother was considered "deficient".

"Area's clear the deficient is unconscious we'll need a clean-up crew on site in 10. We have the anomaly and we're headed to base."

I understood nothing as the man uttered into what I then called the black box of doom. My eyes red and puffy from the tears that now streamed freely down my face focused on my mother's still almost lifeless looking form. She'd tried to save me, she'd risked her own life for mine, she loved me enough to die. I felt my arms moving outwards attempting to reach her still unmoving form as the men in green carried me away. Where they took me would keep me for the next ten years isolated from the world at large until I was old enough to be of use.

"Fe, hey Fe…FELICITY!" My head snapped forward hearing Maggie's booming voice yelling startling me from my past. I noted the reason for her raised voice the line before us was once again moving forward towards the holding platform where we'd been put on display for our new owner's. My feet once again moved my body beginning to ache from the hours we'd spent standing and waiting in the Queen's holding cells. Flashing back once again I remembered when they'd shoved my then six year old self into a small white room complete with a small bed in one corner and a desk in the other. No toys or items that would provide a child with entertainment or even warmth just basic essentials as they shoved a book through the slot in the iron bolted door. No words were spoken nor instructions given just the book and deafening silence. Being a curious soul I reached out the thick white paper feeling warm and familiar against my still trembling hands. I adjusted the glasses that I'd only had for about a week against my face pushing them up the slippery slope of my nose as I opened and turned to the first page.

Anomaly # 2368

Name: Felicity Meghan Smoak

Parents: Edward Smoak #5688 assigned to Debra Cox #3398 match never bonded subject was killed in car accident three days before assigned meeting.

Donna Smoak #3398 no assignment given deemed genetically unsuitable for mating. Married to above subject against government permission and sanctions. Reason for deficiency low IQ and possible physical impairments present in DNA testing.

Reason for Transfer to Workforce Group Delta 8: Child was born out of a government sanctioned union. High marks for IQ indicating possible future in computer sciences. Will be transferred to Queen Consolidated once subject is of age.

I understood nothing as I continued to read through the file it would be much later in time with Cell Block Delta 8 that I finally understood my true standing in life. See I was an anomaly someone that was born out of love and not based on the perfect genetic match that they'd assigned. I had gone undetected because once married my father took a low paying and thus low security job that only required his profile and not my mothers. My mother as a deficient could only work in what they deemed IQ matched jobs so she became a waitress at the local diner about two blocks from our apartment. However every child once aged to year 6 was sent to the local register for genetic testing and matching. At that point they'd read the barcode on the back of your neck and then place you with the highest scoring barcode or what they deemed your soulmate. Since my barcode showed my true genetic background the moment I was scanned my parents secret was unleashed hence the green detainment guards who'd come through our door stealing me in the dead of night.

Once I was sixteen I'd been tested to see what attributes I'd acquired while in captivity for the past ten years. My test placed me at the top of the list to be shipped to Queen Consolidated and that meant I was going to be owned by Moira Queen and her thugs. Rumors about the Queen's ran rampant through all of us soulless children. This assignment meant you'd be sold into human bondage or you'd be claimed by one of the border guards and then used for their unique and individual tastes. So I made the first of many bad choices and I ran using the skills they'd taught me to hack the mainframe and escape into the dead cold night.

For the next 8 years I traveled from city to city picking up odd jobs as I went avoiding making any connections in fear of being returned to Cell Block 8 or worse being sent to the Queen's. However I'd gotten sloppy when I met Cooper. He was sweet, and handsome but most of all he wanted me. I'd spent my life feeling useless, stupid, and deficient so when his hand brushed tenderly against my cheek I threw caution to the wind experiencing my first kiss and then my first time. It was rushed and hurried in his dorm room. Inexperienced hands, lips, teeth and tongues met as clothes fell rapidly to the floor. Our motions were hurried as our legs tripped us over the other falling into his unmade sweat stained sheets. When his pulsating erection finally found my entrance I felt the tightness of my muscles expanding as my slick walls brought him further in as our bodies moved uncoordinated and sloppy. The encounter left me feeling empty and sad as his arms encircled my naked form pulling me closer as he sighed in contentment against my face. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this, I wanted so much more than a few seconds of heat followed by hours of endless cold.

Our courtship lasted for a short time before I couldn't stand it anymore. One night after another empty encounter he held me his breathing still rushed and hurried mine had calmed minutes before. "Who's your match?" He stilled his shaft still hard against my cooling skin.

"Diane Roberts but our scheduled meeting isn't for another year so why not have a little fun in the mean time." I nodded accepting his answer feeling nothing not even a twinge of heartache at his honest emotionless answer. After all love was no longer real it was just an old word that no longer held any real meaning. "Why who's yours?" I should have made up a name or even thought of a reason for not wanting to say but in that moment feeling numb even within a warm embrace I answered the truth spilling forth from my lips.

"I don't have one, I'm an anomaly one of the soulless meant to be forever alone." The next day the men in green arrived carting me back to my white padded cell. That was now about four months ago so here I was standing in the observation area waiting for fate to once again deal her cold cruel hand.

"Batch 8 Delta Division candidates 2300-2350 move forward to platform A, 2360-2390 move to platform B, all others remain in padlock E." I listened without even a whim of emotion as the static disembodied voice echoed through the vast staging area thousands of people milling around waiting to bid on the anomaly's for sale. I moved forward with my wrist outstretched as they looked at my coding number or my identity for the past 18 years.

"Number 2368 assignment Queen go stand at the end of platform B you've been assigned for special evaluation." I nodded wondering silently how in god's name had I been assigned for an evaluation much less a special one. Daring to speak for the first time in weeks I stood my knees buckling from the sheer energy my nerves were causing my body to expend.

"Special Evaluation?" my voice small and raw mainly from disuse over the course of the last four months. The guards brown eyes looked over me seeing my now dyed blonde hair and standard black unisex outfit as he appraised me weighing his next few moments. With a click of his tongue his small lips opened his voice soft like melted butter coming out quickly answering my question.

"Your file was reviewed by the Queen's muscle; the Arrow wants to assess you personally due to your eight years on the outside." I balked feeling faint as my knees gave out causing my balance to shift as I fell forward past the guard and down towards the hard cold ground until two strong leather covered arms caught me before the ground reached my face. His hands were gloved, the suit the color of emeralds shining brightly in the mid-day sun. His embrace was strong and sure as my hands glided over the smooth soft supple leather attempting to find my footing to leave his embrace. My legs stabilized as he lifted my body upwards pressing my chest against his own as his hand reached up to grasp my neck tilting my head slightly upward till our eyes met. I felt my blood beginning to roar burning a hot unchained path through my body as I stared into his deep blue endless orbs. My skin misted even against the chill of the air as I felt the rough leather of his glove stroking softly against my exposed neckline small tendrils of fire emitting from his touch. His fingertips of the other gloved hand gliding gently down my face as he searched my gaze and then traveled down my body assessing me as he went.

"Are you alright? Did you hit anything on the way down?" I felt a burning erupt from between my legs as his voice low and dark came forth from his perfectly formed mouth. The desire continued to pool as I gazed upon his masked face mostly hidden by the green hood but those eyes I'd find them in a blizzard. His gaze turned to concern as he waited for a simple response but my mouth had gone completely dry my tongue sticking against the roof of my mouth.

"Are you alright? Do I need to find a doctor? Are you injured?" He asked once again his body still dangerously close to my own feeding my unspoken need to have him pressed against me. I swallowed hard finding that my throat was just as dry and weak but this time not from lack of use.

"I'm…I'm fine…I hit nothing…good…no doctor…fine." I managed to croak out those few words feeling dumber and dumber with each stupid word that fell from my cracked dry lips. His gaze once again changed as he looked away turning to the guard with the voice like melted butter addressing him before he brought my body in closer moving us away from the gathering crowd.

"Dustin I'll take her for my review now. Call up to the barracks and let them know I've claimed her so she won't be going to processing." The moment I heard claimed her and barracks my desire changed to pure hatred as my stomach clenched nausea coursing through my body in waves. The rumors had been true we were nothing more than lambs to the sexual slaughter. This all be it devastatingly handsome leather clad and arrow wielding man did inspire my first erotic thoughts in well ever but that in no way meant I was going to let him have his way with me behind closed doors.

I looked around as he guided me down the blackened hallways as other guards snickered and sneered goading him as we passed.

"Hey looks like Arrow boy finally lost his principals. She's a pretty little thing hey pussy boy can I have a go at her once you're done?" His movements left me in utter shock. He was across the small expanse of the darkened hallway before I'd even felt his hands leave my cold and anger fueled body. I stared watching as the panes of his chiseled form moved against the confines of his leather suit pressing his thick muscle corded arms against the tall but slight man's throat effectively cutting off his air supply. I stood just watching as he pushed his arm deeper into his throat leaving the man choking and gasping his words coming out as muffled breathes.

"If you ever lay a hand on her you'll have three arrows steeped through your black pathetic heart as you slip to the ground blood rising from your throat." Heat rising from my chest caused my once cold body to heat at the sound of his words that were spoken in my defense.

He released his hold as the man fell hard to ground his thud resonating against the walls as all the voices quieted the hooded figure moving once again towards me with speed as he slipped his hand around my elbow moving quickly down the hall. His hold was firm against me as we neared the last door after passing what seemed like hundreds of iron framed doors. Pausing he brought his free hand up to his teeth pulling the glove off to press his bare palm against the scanner that was located where a door knob would usually be. The door clicked and heaved slanting open as he used his hand to push it the rest of the way pulling us both forward as the door shut slowly behind us sealing me in with a sharp click of the latch.

The room was beautiful in comparison to what my surroundings had been for the past several years. The walls had dark wood paneling maybe of the oak variety; as my eyes panned around the room no pictures adjourned the walls actually nothing did. He had a work bench against one wall which held various weapons most of which were arrows, next to that was another door that I assumed was a small washroom and then another opening where I could see clothing hung on a simple rod stretching back further then I could see. I moved slowly around the room leaning against a small desk with various papers strewn across it but my eyes refused to focus on the bed. That massive oak framed bed with an intricate headboard with what I assumed was his family seal etched within it. The bedding was deep green which caused me to smile lightly against my own judgment as he stilled every muscle in his perfectly formed body on guard still on overdrive from the encounter in the hall.

"Why…" My voice was timid but he'd just threatened to kill a man in my defense so I needed to know why. No one showed emotions since they were forbidden so why had he this defender of the Queen estates this masked hooded stranger who kept looking longingly into my eyes. I was still leaning against the desk my ponytail slightly undone and my black uniform now sporting frayed edges from my fall. My eyes were still trained on his form as he moved slowly coming towards me each step causing my still heated blood to boil. He was within reach now all I had to do was move an inch and the panes of his chest would be against my suddenly aching fingertips. His body was now before my own mere inches separating our bodies as he spoke his voice no longer low and forceful but soft and gentle; his now ungloved hands reaching up grasping my face between them his thumbs softly rubbing against the rapidly heated skin.

"I'm…I couldn't let then hurt you…I don't know what came over me…I just couldn't let them have you…" My timid hands reaching out slowly latching to his waist my fingers grabbing against the green leather at his side that was thicker as if armored beneath the soft fabric; my eyes fully and deeply looking into his own as our bodies moved closer and closer…

"Why…why couldn't you let them hurt me…or have me…tell me why" My pleading voice tinged with nameless emotions and feelings as the light between us vanished his lips ghosting against mine. Now he gulped as I became bolder reaching up and around his hold against my skin tugging against the soft fabric of his hood. His breathing accelerated as I pulled it down seeing his close cropped hair and the mask that shielded his face from further view. I gently moved my hand through his hair using my nails to lightly scrape against his scalp until I came to the strap that held the mask in place. His lips slowly parted against mine as he leaned forward pressing a tentative kiss to my trembling mouth. He was warm and soft against me the pressure from his mouth awakening the pooling desire once again as heat radiated down through my body settling between my clenched thighs. He pulled back moments later his gaze turned from confused to something I had no words for.

"I did it because I…" His breath catching in his throat with his last words "I wanted you." Before I could think or respond his lips crashed down against mine once more this time harder and rougher as his own desire bloomed; making my own intensify as I responded moving my inexperienced tongue against his lips begging for him to deepen this the first kiss I'd felt down to my toes. His lips parted as his tongue stroked my own each one gliding gently against the other teasing and testing the timid boundaries of the exchange. I was lost as my senses filled with his scent, and the feeling of his hard body against my softer one. I could feel his hands moving down my body pausing against my waist his fingers kneading at the fabric covered skin. My own hands had joined entwining together as my arms banded around his neck as the kisses became longer and deeper his tongue exploring the contours of my mouth memorizing me with each stroke or flick of the muscle. I could have kissed him for hours never once separating for air but a knock on the door decided otherwise.

He pulled away harshly his breath ragged from lack of oxygen as he heard a voice that made both our bodies still as our heated blood ran cold.

"Open the door Oliver what do you think you're doing claiming a soulless woman?" I looked up realizing that the Arrow was in fact Oliver Queen the eldest child of Moira Queen my new owner.