Love is in the Air
Okay, so I am back from a month-long vacay (for those of you who have been wondering if I have fallen off the face of the earth). This is what I get after six plane rides in just three weeks - inspiration. Ha! Forgive any typos or minor errors. I did this quite hurriedly on my phone during an hour-long ferry trip just to get my mind away from seasickness. This ficlet will have really short chapters. But I still hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or its characters. I only wish I did. They belong to the CW, DC, and Warner Bros.
Chapter 1: Cloud Nine
Oliver couldn't help but grin.
Sure, he had been frustrated that he had to fly to Gotham on a commercial flight to represent Queen Consolidated in an important meeting with Wayne Industries. His mother had taken the family's private jet to London with Walter Steele, and his father had taken the company's private jet to the Bahamas with Isabel Rochev. Of the many disagreeable decisions that his parents had made through the years, he had hated two of them the most - first, giving up on their marriage, which ended in divorce, and second, keeping up appearances and pretending every day that the divorce had been amicably settled for the sake of the company that they both still owned and ran as if they were still partners. He had promised himself that he would not follow in their footsteps. But today, Oliver wasn't going to dwell on those.
He actually appreciated one decision that both his parents had made fairly recently - that of buying the almost bankrupt airline company that owned the plane which he had boarded about an hour ago. He couldn't be more grateful. Oh, it wasn't just because he was flying comfortably and fashionably in a first-class cabin - for free - with just a couple of other wealthy and powerful looking passengers. (He was happily content with second best travel accommodations at the moment.) His gratitude and excitement were due to a much more pleasantly unexpected reason. The flight attendant assigned to their cabin was the most beautiful blonde he had ever laid eyes on, which for him was saying a lot, since blondes with dark-rimmed glasses and neatly done ponytails were not even his type.
Felicity. That was what he had noticed her name plate said, and Oliver couldn't agree more that her name suited her perfectly.
From the moment Felicity had welcomed him on board and ushered him to his seat, she had been nothing but sunshine and rainbows. And she wasn't even trying to get his attention; she was just doing her job. She was kind and cheerful and polite just right, even though she tended to talk more than an average person did. Oliver had found her babbling quite adorable. She had such a pleasing personality that calmed and exhilarated him at the same time. Hey, she could tell him that unicorns were real and pink all over, and he would believe her, even if his younger sister Thea had tried to persuade him to no avail many times before. This woman was absolutely charming and attractive, and Oliver was sure that it wasn't just because of her appearance. She was also very smart and seemed to be very well educated, judging from the brief conversation they'd had about calories and the nutritional value of the selection of beverages and snacks she had offered him a while ago.
There was just something about her, and Oliver wanted more of it. He was determined to get to know Felicity more... and fast. Maybe get her number before the plane landed, or ask her out for coffee or dinner when they land in Gotham. This was, after all, just a five-hour flight, and he may never get to see her again. He wanted to stay in touch. He needed to. Something inside him was drawn to her. It didn't matter if she lived in Starling or Gotham; he'd call her and then find a way to see her even if she lived in the farthest town in Alaska.
Oliver Queen was on cloud nine, literally and figuratively. He was still grinning like a love-struck fanboy 35,000 feet in the air. All because of Felicity Smoak.