So it's official: this cold has driven me to stir-craziness. I just wanted a way to relax, and surprise! studying for finals isn't helping at all, so instead this story was born. I've been pretty obsessed with Jessica Jones lately, so what's the natural thing I do after? Look for Jessica Jones and Arrow cross over fiction, of course! But that didn't work out, so here we are. Now you didn't click on this story to here me ramble on, after all you have to deal with that at the end anyways, so let's get to the good stuff!
Don't own Arrow or Jessica Jones!
"Felicity what did you get me into?" Oliver whined while Felicity finishing with his tie.
"Well I just thought since QC has hit the record low in PR we could use some help."
"But a talk show host?"
"Not just a talk show host, the talk show host. Trish Talk is a big deal, what ever Trish Walker talks about instantly becomes a sensation."
"I don't know I think she's just a big deal because she used to the that, Patty character."
"It's Patsy…" Felicity corrected as two women entered the QC's main office.
The dark haired girl dryly muttered, "Look at that Trish, they know the stupid theme song."
"It's a really catchy song," Felicity said.
"Are you a fan?" The blonde asked.
"Not really I just saw a few episodes…"
"Oh, good you have taste." To which the blonde elbowed her companion.
"I assume she's Jessica." Felicity was referring to the dark haired girl.
"Yup, I'm easy to identify just listen for the sarcasm or brutal honesty."
Felicity started with the formal introduction, "Jessica Jones meet-"
"Yah, we don't need a role call." Jessica cut her off.
"Be nice," Trish warned.
"Ok, fine, we need to do the role call?" Jessica pointed to Oliver, "Oliver Queen or as I'll be calling him, Fratboy. A billionaire playboy, survived the Gambit, somehow has a whole harem of women waiting for him, those poor, poor girls. Arch enemy: responsibility." Now pointing to Felicity, "Felicity Smoak graduate of MIT class of '09, worked in the IT department here, and by worked I mean basically ran the IT department, current secretary and the real brains behind this whole operation. Not to mention wears the pants in their relationship and currently lowering her standards by trying to get in Fratboy's pants."
Oliver's mouth was hanging open and Felicity was slightly red, while Trish was currently in her default position when Jessica was being Jessica: a facepalm.
Jessica pointed to Trish, "Trish Walker your lord and savoir," and then she pointed to herself, "Jessica Jones, AKA the person you don't piss off if you want Miss Walker's help," and ended the diagnostic with a satisfied smirk.
"Oh, I can already tell, she's gonna be a blast." Felicity smiled.
- x -
"Hey Blondie, you done talking? 'Cause I'd like some lousy service!" the dark haired woman who was sitting by the Verdant's bar asked.
Sara rolled her eyes before walking over to her, "I'm guessing you're Jessica. What can I get you?"
"What ever you think I'll like."
A glass of whiskey was quickly gulped down, "Good guess. So how'd you know my name?"
"A friend called in and alerted me you'd be coming, said you had quite the mouth on you."
"Damn it, I told Trish I didn't need a babysitter."
Sara joked, "Don't worry I Sara Lance know CPR and only charge five bucks an hour."
"How about another drink?"
Another glass of whisky was quickly gulped down, "I've never seen someone drink it like water before."
"It's a gift really. Can you make the next one a double?"
Another glass was poured, but Sara held off on the double part worried Jessica would pass out soon, "That's a lot of alcohol."
"I asked for a drink, not an opinion."
'Well Felicity did say a lot of sass…' Noticing most people were leaving Sara figured some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone, "So, what brings you to Starling?"
"Not, much my nagging and paranoid sister I guess."
"I know what that's like, but she's important to you right? After all you wouldn't be here if she wasn't."
"It's not like I had any plans, business is a little slow lately. Can I get another?"
"What kind of business?" Sara asked before serving her and then another guy, thankfully he was a regular and he liked a simple glass of gin.
"Why does every bartender I talk ask for my life biography?"
"Maybe it's your warm and fuzzy personality?"
"I'm a P.I., and please don't ask to sleep with me next, because I can only take so much de ja vu at once."
"I typically like a bit more romancing…"
"Don't we all?"
"So a P.I. interesting…"
"What don't believe me?"
"Would you believe I'm a vigilante and my team's base is right under your feet?"
"No, because I'm not an idiot. You're jaw doesn't match The Canary's."
'I guess Laurel owes me five bucks.' Sara mused before responding, "I guess seeing is believing."
"Ok, fine," Jessica stopped drinking her whisky and started tracing the rim of the cup, "You feel distanced from everyone, you've seen things that changed you, and you're afraid your family well see that, afraid they'd never see you in the same light. But at the same time you want them to stop treating you like the shadow of the past because your not that innocent girl anymore, you don't need to be sheltered, you're tired of everyone treating you like someone else. You only roll with everything now because you're afraid if they see you, the real you, you'll lose them forever. To you that's the only thing worse then the real you never being acknowledged, to lose the few people you actually care about." But Jessica wasn't sure if she was still talking about Sara, "It's all in the eyes."
"You had me believing you until you said that very cliché line." Sara said trying to shake that analysis out of her head.
Jessica paused before defensively saying, "That's probably the most poetic thing I've ever said.
"You should probably stick to P.I. work then."
Another eye roll, "Can you-"
"-get me another? It's like your catch phrase or something." Sara said before handing her another drink, this time around the alcohol was less then half of what she should have served her, though Jessica didn't seem to notice. After all what kind of babysitter would let the baby pass out from too much alcohol?
Jessica downed another cup and was about to ask for another, but someone else caught Sara's attention, "What's up boss?"
Thea smiled, "It looks like things are slowing down if you want to call it a night."
It was a good thing she already finished her drink, because Jessica would have done a spit take if she didn't, "This half-pint is your boss?"
"You know I can cut you off right?" Thea said with a smug smirk.
"Are you even old enough to drink?"
"No."
"Oh, you poor child."
"I'm nineteen!"
Jessica held up her glass, Sara poured another, but there wasn't enough alcohol in it to even call it whisky anymore, "Could have fooled me."
"You'll be jealous of that some day, you wrinkly old hag," Thea said with satisfaction before leaving the bar to tend to the DJ.
When Thea was out of ear shot Jessica commented, "She's got bite, I like her."
"You know that's Oliver's sister right?"
"That poor, poor child. How can genetics even curse us like that?"
Sara was cleaning a couple of cups, "That's a question Laurel and I have been asking for years."
"Hey, get your hands off me!" Thea screamed.
Several drunk guys all surrounded Thea, "Now, now we just want a little fun," Thea guessed this was the leader of the morons.
Jessica simply walked up to the one shooting his mouth off and tapped him on his shoulder, "Hey shithead, over here," and then punched him square in the jaw, which knocked the wind out of him. The other guys were a little stunned, while Thea took this time to duck under the bar.
One brave, or the more accurate term would be stupid soul pulled out a gun, "Now look here lady, I don't want to shoot you but-"
However a knife knocked the gun out of his hand, "Last chance, leave." The Canary calmly stated a bō in her hand itching for some action.
The smart ones took this as a sign to hightail it, so none of them left. Which was a real shame too, since if they ran they wouldn't have had their butts handed to them in less then ten seconds. In fact, Thea even managed to knock one of them out by throwing a glass bottle at his head. However there was one standout idiot, as he somehow grabbed the gun at pointed in at Jessica, "Drop the weapon or I'll shoot her!" her was directing the demand at the Canary.
Jessica rolled her eyes and walked over to the nearest metal chair, picked in up, and twisted it around like a paperclip, "Oh, shit!" he screamed now shaking with dread.
"Do you really want to test me? Or do I have to melt you with my laser eyes?"
Luckily he wasn't that stupid as he held up his hands, "I surrender!" In all of the excitement no one particularly noticed the other three who entered the room.
"Ok, so that happened…" Felicity, Oliver, and Thea all mumbled.
"I can't take you anywhere," the women with her arms crossed sighed.
"And yet you insist I come with you anyways." Jessica noted.
"I'd just like to thank you for saving my little sister," Oliver said.
"Wow, Fratboy knows what gratitude is, I'm impressed."
"Looks like you're childhood name still haunts you Ollie," The Canary noted.
Jessica stared for a few seconds at the Canary, "Aren't you the bar tender?"
"I told you, you need better disguises!" Felicity exclaimed.
I just want to clarify I few things before I say goodbye. As for the setting, it's AU towards the ending of season 2, as in Sara didn't leave with the League and Thea didn't leave with Malcolm because Oliver told her he was the Arrow. This story is just a bunch on one-shots that aren't really in any particular order. Plus these will be on the shorter side so updates will be faster then my other story I'm currently working on. This story isn't connected at all with Rebirth for simplicity's sake.
Also I'll be happy to accept any requests or prompts for future chapters.
Thanks for reading!
12/29/15