A/N: Hey guys, welcome to my new Olicity Christmas story. I'm just putting the finishing touches on the epilogue, but otherwise this baby is written prior to publishing. The plan is to post a chapter daily. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Felicity looked at her closet for the millionth time. She was packing again. She was always packing because that was the life she chose for herself. But she knew she would need her boots and other warm clothing. She had heard Star City was cold this time of year.

Felicity was headed there to shoot her latest movie, a Christmas movie. It wasn't her typical kind of role. She was used to action, fight scenes, and stunt doubles. There would be none of that in A Christmas Debate starring Felicity Smoak and, ugh, Barry Allen.

Barry was in love with Felicity. She went on one date with him, but they had no spark which seemed insane because they had chemistry on screen. He had this boyish charm and the hot nerd thing working for him. It just wasn't Felicity's thing.

She gritted her teeth, mostly at the thought of having to fend off Barry's advancing, but she also had a hard time zipping her suitcase. She would have to sit on it.

It wasn't long after she dragged her luggage down the steps that her door bell rang. Felicity ran to answer it and groaned at who she spied through the peephole.

Felicity paused, took a breath, and slowly opened the door, a smile plastered painfully to her face and her eyes slightly rolled back.

"Hi, Barry. What are you doing here?" Felicity didn't bother hiding her frustration. He mouth never moving from her grimace.

Oblivious to it, Barry strolled through the door and made his way to Felicity's kitchen.

"I was just getting in a final run before we head to shoot our movie. I know I'll have a shirtless scene and I want to look good," Barry said as he leaned against the kitchen island. He was trying too hard.

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing at my house, Barry."

His face fell slightly, but he still wasn't completely discouraged.

"Well, I um, wanted to make sure we were on the same page for this movie," Barry swept his hand through his hair. He didn't have any specific reason for coming over. He just wanted to see Felicity. "I thought maybe we should make sure our fireworks are still there. We do play lovers."

He crept close into Felicity's personal space. Felicity took slow steps back until her back hit the wall. Barry tried to drop a kiss onto her lips. But she was quick enough that he only managed to get her cheek.

Felicity shoved him away.

"We don't need practice, Barry. You need to leave," she pushed him to the door. "And I need to make it to the airport."

"We should ride together," Felicity heard the note desperation that had found its way into Barry's tone.

"I have a ride. And you're not coming with me."

Just as Felicity got him to the door, it swung open to reveal, much to her relief, her bodyguard.

"Digg, you're here already!" Felicity's body finally relaxed knowing she had backup.

John Diggle was Felicity's ride to the airport and he would also be her knight in a shiny Armani suit.

"Barry was just leaving."

Sensing her demeanor, Digg wedged himself in between Felicity and Barry effectively putting Barry on the other side of the door.

"I'll just get your bags and take them to the car, Felicity."

He walked back out the door without acknowledging Barry.

What Diggle didn't see was Barry's face as it spread into a Cheshire cat grin as he looked at his phone. He had snapped a picture of him kissing Felicity. It wasn't what he had in mind but it would be enough for now.

Oliver walked through the halls checking the empty rooms to make sure nothing was left behind by a guest. The Queen Bed and Breakfast had a busy weekend, but it was nothing compared to what awaited them.

This week the movie production arrived with the hotel full of staff and stars. He hated it. But as mayor of the small town of Star City and owner of the B&B he had been out voted. The town was abuzz with excitement at hosting some of the biggest stars of Hollywood.

"Hey big brother, I already checked all the rooms," Thea said. She leaned against a door frame with a hand on her hip.

"If they have to be here, I don't want anyone telling their friends about how they hated staying here. That's just what we need, bad reviews on Yelp," Oliver checked the bathroom once more and then headed back into the hallway.

"You worry too much. It'll be fine." Thea's excitement about the movie rivaled only her nephew's.

Oliver shook his head. This was their busiest time of the year and they had to close down for the three weeks before Christmas. Grant it, the movie production company was paying a very good amount of money to stay at the B&B. But that wasn't the point. Oliver enjoyed this time of year and now he had to share it with strangers.

It also didn't help that this time of year always reminded him of Laurel. This would be his and William's fourth Christmas without her. The cancer had taken her quickly. She died within seven months of her cancer diagnosis. Oliver didn't have any help from his mother or father, both took off at retirement age with the intent of hitting every beach in the world. They left the B&B to be run by Oliver and Thea.

Thankfully, the brother and sister duo worked well with each other. Where Oliver was rough, Thea was patient. Their management of the B&B had made it a destination for a town that loved Christmas as much as Star City did. Oliver was happy that the movie production wouldn't interfere with the annual Star Festival. Star City, clearly named after the item that adorns the top of a Christmas tree, considered themselves the North Pole of the south.

When Oliver and Thea made it back to the lobby, William greeted them with an enthusiastic yell.

"Is she here yet, Dad?"

William considered himself Felicity Smoak's number one fan. He watched her every movie. He couldn't wait for Felicity to stay at his hotel. He hoped they would become best friends.

"No, buddy. I told you she wouldn't be here until later this afternoon."

Oliver wasn't a movie guy. Thea had always taken William to the movies.

"Dad, it's going to be awesome. Do you think she'd give me archery lessons?"

William was bouncing on his toes, dancing because he couldn't control his excitement. He would die if Felicity Smoak taught him how to shoot a bow.

"Why would she do that?"

William rolled his eyes. "I told you this a gazillion times. She plays Hawkeye in the Avengers movies, Daaaad."

"I thought Hawkeye was a dude?"

"Obviously, they're bending the gender norms," William said matter-of-factly, like talking about society's weaknesses was like reciting The Night Before Christmas.

"How do you know about gender norms?"

Who was this kid, Oliver thought. When did William start growing up?

Digg opened the Suburban's door for Felicity and she took a deep breath of the fresh air in Star City. It certainly felt like Christmas, she thought. It was cold enough. It also smelled like Christmas with vanilla and cinnamon heavy in the air.

Every light post was decorated with a big red bow and every tree had a string of lights. Star City took Christmas seriously.

"How's a Vegas desert girl like me going to survive three weeks in the tundra?" she asked Digg.

"Isn't the answer obvious?" He quirked an eyebrow at her and added a half smile.

She looked at him and they said in unison, "Coffee!"

They found a corner coffee shop and ordered. This time when Felicity stepped out into the cold she sighed in content with the warm cup a java in her hand. She closed her eyes and took a sip letting the liquid warm her insides. It made her feel cozy just like putting on her favorite comfy sweater.

Felicity stepped off the curb and felt her phone buzz. She grabbed it out of her pocket and didn't see him coming. Instead she ran smack into the hardest set of abs and chest her face had ever felt. Her coffee spilt everywhere between her and the stranger she ran in to.

"Would you watch where you're going?" The deep voiced stranger said sternly. She looked up at him and was momentarily struck dumb. He had really beautiful blue eyes.

"OMG, you make me wet. I mean you're wet. From the coffee I just spilled on you. I'm sorry," Felicity blurted out. Ugh, her brain to mouth filter hadn't malfunctioned since she graduated high school. Why would it pick this time to break?

Felicity offered him a couple of napkins as he patted himself down.

"I really am sorry. Is there anything I can do to...uh help?" She wasn't confident there was anything she could do to help. Although she wouldn't mind helping him wipe down his shirt. She shook her head, just because you're standing in the gutter doesn't mean your mind should be there, Felicity thought.

He stopped patting to look up at her and he blanched. Felicity thought for sure he might recognize her now.

"Maybe an autograph would help? I could make it out to whoever you want," Felicity suggested. People always seemed to be appeased with an autograph and a picture.

"Why would I want your signature?" Oliver looked at her dumbstruck.

"You mean you don't know who I am?" Shock fell across Felicity's face. This never happened. Felicity felt Digg nudge her in the back. She didn't realize how long they had been standing there in silence. "No reason. I guess."

And before she could offer to buy him a new shirt, the stranger set off to his destination.

When Oliver walked back into the B&B, his sense went on high alert. He saw Willian sitting on the couch in the lobby starring straight ahead with his jaw dropped open.

"Buddy, what's wrong?" Oliver said, hastily putting his and Thea's coffees on the counter. He kneeled down in front of William and ran his hands quickly over his son's body checking for any holes or blood. He was oblivious to anyone else in the room.

"Dad," William whispered and gestured with his head. "She's here! Felicity Smoak is here."

Oliver stood up and turned around intending to apologize for his rudeness until he saw who his son meant.

"You."

Felicity winced. Not a great first impression, Smoak.

"Yea, about that. Will you let me apologize again? Let me have your shirt sent out for dry cleaning or I'll buy you a whole new one."

"Our laundry works just fine. Thanks," Oliver said dismissively.

So Felicity was going to get the cold shoulder. Awesome. This was going to be a looooong three weeks.

A/N: So our characters are set up and I'm put a spin on the archer. Let me know what you think! And thanks for reading.