"simseuss10 asked: hey! I found a great one, Prompt: A finds a stray animal and brings it home, B is allergic so C helps A hide the animal until B finally catches them after sneezing. I'd love it if A was Felicity, B is Diggle, and C is Roy."
Poor baby! Felicity held on tightly to a mound of white trench coat and shuffled quickly along the back alley of Verdant. The only thought on her mind was if she could find something for it to eat quick enough to help the tear inducing animal.
Finally finding the back door into the club, she listens for any sign of Thea or employees mulling about. Hoping the coast was clear after a minute of silence, Felicity made it to the entrance to the basement and pressed the keypad.
"Okay sweet little thing, I'll find you some food and get you som-." Felicity started only to be interrupted by a baritone voice by the weapons.
"Do I need to even ask? Or is this a usual happening with you, blondie?"
Her heart had stopped, expecting a criminal after so long working for Oliver, sighing in a short lived relief seeing Roy perched on the table that held the guns and ammo.
"Eh, Well - Uhm. You see, I found the little guy in the trash by my car - although why I looked in the trash to begin with, I don't even know. Maybe it was because I thought I saw a tube of lipstick that looked like mine. Now that I remember, that was-,"
Roy couched at her, his eyebrow raised and eyes amused at the tiny blonde. Maybe he should be nice and help. He already figured what animal that could be and knowing exactly why blondie tried to hide it. Dig was going to love it.
"Sorry." Felicity smiled sheepishly. "I just don't have the right mind to leave the poor cat out there in a dirty trash can."
She walked over to her desk and moved some brightly colored sweaters into a circle with the sides puffed up, like a nest. After settling the trench coat swathed cat into the center, she turned back to Roy and pouted.
"Fine, fine. Diggle should be back any minute with food so we need to do something with it in the mean time. I remember Lyla saying he was allergic." Roy relented. He also didn't want the wrath of Oliver upon him for making Felicity sad.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Alright, the bathroom will probably be the safest bet. There's enough room for it and it can drink out of the sink if I leave it running a bit. " Felicity picked up the calico cat from the coat and nestled it to her chest. It looked small and fragile, the fur matted on the neck with trash leftovers.
Roy moved to open the door for her and turned the small rusted faucet a little to the right, a small stream trickling out. Moving back to allow room, he grabbed the pink and yellow sweater she handed him and copied her movement from early and shaped it into a dip on the toilet tank.
"It's okay cutie, I'll be back." She sat the cat down into it's nest and smoothed it's fur down slowly. Pulling a granola bar out of her purse, she crumbled it up into a little pile of oats on the corner of the sink.
Hearing the foundry door open, Roy ushered Felicity out of the bathroom and closed the door, but not before giving the cat a pat of his own. Strong little guy.
Felicity moved to her desk and straightened things out as best as she could before Diggle made it down. Roy perched himself back on the weapons table and fiddled with a detached gun chamber.
" Hey, I got Big Belly. Thought you'd appreciate that Felicity. Roy can lick the wrappings after." Diggle chuckled. Roy rolled his eyes and caught the burger thrown his way.
"Thanks John, that place is addicting." Felicity smiled and took her bag from Diggle, after hugging him from the side. Diggle pulled a chair over to Felicity's desk and pulled out his burger and fries.
The only thing heard between the three was the occasional chew and loud swallow. Felicity glanced at Roy and shrugged, it wasn't like they were hiding drugs. Just a small calico cat, that John would probably have a hemorrhage over. She remembered when Lyla told her the story of John having a "sneeze attack" when they rented an apartment that's previous owners owned probably five cats at one time.
"So, any luck finding the mugger from 23rd street?" Diggle asked, noticing the stuffy and uneasy atmosphere. Maybe Felicity and Roy had an argument.
"Oh uhm, yes - actually there was a hit that saw him on a traffic cam. He went into a house and never came out. Wasn't huge so I was going to wait until Oliver could make it, I mean - not that I don't think you can handle it, I just, Uh, thought that you would both like to be present.
Diggle smiled at Felicity," I know, it's cool. We'll wait for Oliver, dude isn't going no where."
Felicity started to smile but instead frowned when John started to squint his eyes and take a deep breath. After a couple of seconds, he let go a small sneeze and looked confused. Trying to act like it was no big deal both Felicity and Roy focused on their food and messed with their surroundings.
Although it was hard to look innocent after the sixth sneeze in a row from Diggle. Especially when he started to look around in the foundry.
"Do you think a cat got in from the back?" Felicity heard him ask himself. She looked at Roy with panic, trying to ask what to do with her eyes. Roy finally finding the humour in the situation was grinning behind Digs back and shrugging at Felicity.
"Uhm, John? Felicity asked, receiving his attention she continued, "There's probably something I should tell you - or well show you actually."
She moved from her chair and over to the bathroom door, resigned and pouting at Roy who was shaking with laughter. John picking up their attitudes started to frown and already figuring out why he was sneezing in the foundry. He moved over to her and raised his eyebrow and shook his head.
Felicity opened the door and there in front of him was a cat sitting in the bathroom sink and munching on what looked to be a dismantled granola bar. It's eyes looked between them both and then continued chewing.
"Felicity…." Diggle started with a sigh. She smiled innocently up at him and tilted her head towards the cat.
"John…."
"Roy." Roy muttered to include himself. Trying to bring in some humour and soften the blow for the blonde. He wouldn't admit that though.
"You better be glad that I love you, Felicity." John muttered, grabbing his coat and phone, "I'll be at home with Lyla until you call saying it's clear."
With that he walked up the stairs and shut the door behind him. Roy looked at Felicity's grin and shook his head at her. They would probably let her get away with murdering the mayor.
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