Chapter 1
HOME SWEET HOME
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned."
- Maya Angelou
There 's nothing like the smell of fresh, uncontaminated air to make you feel at home. That was the single thought Katie had when she stepped off of the plane. That's also why when Katie finally stepped off the plane, and on to the ground she sucked in a sharp breath, a smile gracing her lips.
"Home sweet home." she sighed before walking toward the airport. Once inside she followed the other passengers toward the luggage carrousel and waited for the bright blue and yellow polka dot suit case to hover around to her. After a few minutes her patience was starting to run thin. The crowd around the carrousel began thinning out, until no one was left but her. She looked down to the empty carrousel and began remembering that home really wasn't all that swell. She let out another deep breath before walking to a long line that stemmed from the baggage claim.
"Oh, this is perfect." she muttered as she floated to the back of the line. She begrudgingly took step after step, until she finally reached the window.
"Welcome to Starling City Airport, how can I help you?" the cheery blonde on the other side of the glass asked with a bright smile. With Katie's good mood now gone, the woman on the other side of this glass was just plain annoying.
"I'm here, but my suit case isn't. You see where the problem lies?" Katie said the woman simply nodded before reaching down and picking up a sheet of paper before slipping it to Katie.
"Alright, all you have to do is fill out this form and if we find your luggage we will contact you."
"If you find my luggage?" Katie asked, not missing that big if. "What does that mean?"
"Well when checking your bag, all passengers sign waiver that states that in the event that there luggage is damaged, and or missing, the airline isn't responsible." the woman said that smile never moving from her lips. It made Katie wish there wasn't plexiglass separating them. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Katie simply glared at the woman before snatching the form and stalking off.
"Home, sweet fucking home." she muttered walking over to sit. After filling out the form, she couldn't get out of that airport fast enough.
Her hand shot up in the air and soon a bright yellow taxi was pulling up in front of her. The driver stepped out of the car, but Katie quickly stopped him.
"Whoa, wait. You can get back inside bud." she said walking over to get into the backseat. The driver took his place back up front before looking over his shoulder to her. "Damn airport lost my suitcase."
"That's too bad" he said. "So where you headed?"
"Starling Rehab Center." she said and the man nodded before turning and pulling off. Katie took another deep breath before letting her head fall to rest on the cool window. She was definitely tired from the never ending plane ride. She thought it would be a while before she arrived at the center, and so she let her eyes close and listened to the muttering of the radio.
"In other news, we've gotten more details on the latest Hood encounter. Starling City's vigilante is believed to be the one behind the remarkable capture of the infamous drug dealer who calls himself the Count. The Count had been making headlines with his manufactured drug Vertigo that has been infecting our city for months. Though the police have denied any connection to the vigilante, witnesses do place him at the scene when police arrived.
"I gotta say I was a little on the fence about this hood guy, but I'm starting to like him more and more." the driver said glancing over his shoulder to Katie who opened her eyes. "What do you think of him?"
"Nothing." she said suddenly before shaking her head. That came out slightly harsher than intended. "I mean I've been away from Starling City for a long time and this is actually the first time I've heard of this hood guy."
"Well you'll re hear more, trust me." the driver replied with a slight chuckle. "With all the criminals in this city, he's sure to pop up again."
"Why do they call him the hood?" Katie asked suddenly. Because with everything she'd just learned, that's what she wants to know.
"People who've seen him, says he wears this green hood to hide his face. It's not very creative, but I think it fits." the driver replies. Katie simply nods before turning to look out the window to the city she swore she would never return to.
Once the driver pulled in front of the large building, Katie felt a lump in her throat. She hated this place. Hated what it signified. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of bills and handed it to the driver before stepping out. For the life of her, she couldn't just walk in. It was as if she had to mentally prepare herself for what was waiting inside for her. She realized there was no amount of time to help her prepare for what was inside and so she took another deep breath and ventured on.
The familiar scent hit her nose the moment she stepped through the doors. These halls always smelled of bleach and old dreams. She hated hospitals, which given her profession was kind of surprising.
"Now I know the world must be endin.'" a voice said from down the hall. Katie found a smile and turned to the short woman who came walking over to her. "Look at you." the woman brought her arms around Katie in a hug and Katie couldn't help but hug back.
"Good to see you too Miss Sugar." Katie said. It was a strange name, yes, but if you met the woman standing in front of her you'd see it fit her perfectly. The tiny, caramel skinned woman whose hair was once only slightly gray, was now pure white, and her skin now showed her true age.
"Alright, step back. Let me look at you." the woman said and Katie shook her head before complying. The woman seemed to study her, letting out a "hmmph" and a sigh ever so often. "You're skin and bones child. Weren't they feeding you over there?"
"I ate fine, don't worry." Katie said as they began walking down the hall.
"So I assume you're here because you know?" Miss Sugar asked and Katie sighed once again feeling that lump in her throat. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Katie said looking over to the woman with a sad smile. "Right now there is nothing to be sorry about. Right now he's still here." they reached the familiar door and Katie looked up and let her fingers trail over the numbers engraved.
"You go in, I'll let the doctor know you're here." the woman said before turning and leaving Katie.
Once again Katie was hesitant to do something as simple as walk through a door. It wasn't the door that made her hesitant. It's what was waiting for her on the other side that made her heart beat slightly faster in her chest. She soon found the courage to reach forward and turn the knob to push the door open. It was as if she'd stepped back in time. He laid in the hospital bed, wires running all over the place, the chest tube still hanging from his mouth. It was just as she left him all those years ago. She stepped inside and even the air seemed the same. Cold and just plain sad. There was still a chair sitting next to the bed where she figures Miss Sugar would sit when she was reading him the business journal. It was one of the things Katie requested before she left. Her father was a business man through and through and he religiously read the business section of the paper everyday and she knew not to disturb him until he was through.
"Hey daddy." she whispered taking the seat beside his bed. She really didn't believe that the comatose could still hear, and yes she knew that there were studies that proved otherwise, but she knew if her father could hear her, could hear the pain in her voice when she spoke, he would just wake up. "I'm sorry it's been a while since I was last here, but uh I got that call. I applied just like you said I should and they called me back. I've spent the last two years traveling around some of the darkest and dangerous parts of the world and it's all because of you." she chuckled to herself. She knew if he really could hear her, he would laugh too. He was a man who loved a good joke. She blamed him for her award winning sense of humor. She reached forward and took his hand, threading her fingers between his. "You're right here." she looked up to his closed eyes wanting nothing more than for him to open them. "You're right here and yet you're not." There was a knock at the door and Katie turned to see another familiar face. One she didn't particularly care for.
"You're a tough person to get a hold of." the man said stepping inside the room. "You better be glad I have a couple of friends in lots of different places."
"That's a surprise." Katie muttered gently sitting down her father's hand back on the bed before standing to her feet. "I really can't imagine someone like you with many friends."
"Did I tell you how much I miss your twisted sense of humor?" he asked before slipping off his white lab coat and tossing it on the chair beside the door.
"Can we get to the point?" Katie asked as she walked around the bed to stand in front of him.
"Fine, it's like I said on the phone, your father's brain is deteriorating. He's showing no signs of progress. I think it's time you started thinking about finally letting him go." Katie looked over her shoulder to her father's still form. He was right there. It's what she kept repeating in her head as she looked at him. "Katie you've been where I am. You know the facts and you know after all this time and no progress is a sign-"
"A sign of what?!" Katie asked her voice portraying her agitation with the man. "That he's gone, that he's laying right there, but that 's it. All that's left is his body."
"Katie, I'm sorry-"
"Please don't Mike." she said with a shake of her head before turning back to her father. "I want a copy of all the tests you've performed."
"Katie-"
"I want a second opinion!" she snapped turning back to him "Forgive me if I don't trust your opinion, but I'm not willing to give up just yet."
"You're doing it, you know?" he said taking a step closer and closing the distance between them. He now stood towering over her, like he always did. "You are a doctor and you know what I'm telling you is true. If you need time to assess the situation then take it, but you will have to accept it."
"Get me a copy of those tests." Katie replied her voice dangerously low before walking back around to sit beside her father. Mike stood there for a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. He turned to leave, picking up his lab coat before stopping short of the door.
"My number's the same, so if you want to talk-"
"You will be the last person I call." Katie muttered with a roll of her eyes.
"I apologized and-"
"Now is not the time, please just leave." Katie said closing her eyes. She heard footsteps before the sound of the door closing. Once she opened her eyes, she found that her and her father were once again alone, left with the soft beeping of his heart monitor. Soon she dropped her head on the bed beside her father and closed her eyes finally giving into the protests of her exhausted body.
It was the unexpected sound of loud voices that jolted Katie awake. She blinked her eyes couple times trying to come back to reality. She looked down to see her hand on the remote before looking up to the television. Her hand rubbed her tired eyes before she looked down to her watch. It was late and she should really be getting home. She stood to her feet about to flick off the television when the face of someone she didn't expect appeared on the screen.
"Here we have the Queen family walking from the courthouse all smiles after the youngest, Thea Queen was given a light sentence for driving under the influence of Vertigo. Many are upset with the judge's verdict, some saying that money may have been a factor. Whatever the case, I'm sure this family will sleep well tonight."
Katie barely heard the story as she saw him. He had an arm wrapped around his sister, ushering her out to their car. Katie closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them once again. He was right there.
"Oliver?" she whispered when the screen changed to a commercial. Her head suddenly went into an array of different places. Oliver Queen was dead. She attended his funeral. She cried for days after she found out, but now-this just wasn't possible. She grabbed her jacket and quickly rushed to the door. Before she stepped out, she looked over her shoulder to her father for just a moment before leaving.
This is crazy. That's all she could think as she stepped inside of the taxi and gave the driver his address. She was crazy. She had to still be dreaming. Oliver Queen is dead. She just needed to be sure.
Once the taxi pulled in front of the house she hadn't seen in years, she felt her heart once again drumming in her chest. She handed the driver some cash before stepping out. She remembers coming here a few times and every time it made her nervous. She never got the feeling that she belonged here. A small voice crept up in the back of her head telling her to turn and run. She was about to give in to that voice when she heard foot steps behind her.
"Can I help you?" a deep voice asks and Katie whipped around to see someone she didn't recognize. Katie opened her mouth to speak, but the man suddenly grabbed her arm forcefully, "The press knows better then to get this close to the house."
"I'm not press." Katie said struggling to pull herself free from the man, but his hand only tightened around her arm. "Will you-" she did something she probably shouldn't have done. She stepped on his foot causing him to grunt in pain and also release her arm. Unsure what else to do, she ran. She ran as fast as she could and for a second she thought she would really be able to get away, but an arm catching her around the waist proved her wrong. Her hands reached for the arms that was now pulling her back toward the house. "I told you I'm not the press, I'm-"
"You're Twinkie." a familiar voice spoke so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her skin. "I think?" she stopped squirming in his arms and his grasp around her waist loosened. Katie took a step forward before turning to him. Oliver Queen as she lived and breathed and apparently so did he. That would be a good thing to say out loud, funny, very light, but at the moment she was speechless. Once you get to know her, you'll realize how strange that is. Her eyes went to his before looking him over. It was him. Sure he was bigger, but that seemed to be muscle. she suddenly imagined him on some deserted island lifting make shift weights made of logs or something. She shook away the thought before trying to come back to the moment. His eyes. They were definitely different. Still blue, still breathtakingly blue, but they seemed darker. He was standing right in front of her and yet she couldn't believe it. It wasn't until she shot up a hand to rest on his chest did she really believe it. She felt the thump of his heart beneath her fingers and that's when she really knew he was here.
"Oliver?" a voice said. It was the man from before. The one she thought was chasing her.
"It's alright Digg, she's a friend." Oliver said and Katie let out a snort before dropping her hand to her side. "Twinkie-"
"I hate that nickname." Katie said looking up to meet his eyes. "A friend would know that." Her words were bitter and she didn't want her first words to him to be bitter.
"I'm sorry-"
"You're not dead." she interrupted. She was only saying it more to actually come to grips with the fact. She was still looking him over as if looking for the trick. Maybe the flap of some mask or the slight flicker of a computer. "The last time I was here, you were dead and now I'm back and you're not. That usually or should I say always happens the other ways around."
"Katie-"
"I don't know why-" she whispered as she met his eyes once again and then it hit her. She kept interrupting him. She knew if she let him talk, if she allowed herself to hear his voice, then she'd have to accept that the impossible does happen. She met his eyes and a sudden sadness filled them as she remembered where they were the last time they were in this close a proximity. "I saw you on TV with Thea and-" she shook her head. She felt the need to explain her presence here. "Is Thea alright? What was she thinking taking Vertigo and then driving? Me and Speedy are in desperate need of a heart to heart." he smiled. That was the same. That Oliver Queen smile that just brightened any room. Not this one though. They were outside and it was dark and there was no amount of Oliver Queen smiles that could lighten this mood. "I should go. I'm glad you're not dead anymore, but I should go." she turned to leave, but he caught her arm to stop her and against her better judgment she turned back to him.
"I'm sorry." he spoke and that's why she interrupted him. She didn't want to hear him say the words she'd waited to hear for so long. She was fine hating him and flicking off the television whenever his face appeared. "I really am. I was a jerk and I didn't deserve a friend as good as you." Oliver continued and Katie closed her eyes remembering the conversation that changed everything she had with Oliver Queen.
She sniffed as she folded her clothes and placed them in the suitcase. She hated to cry. She hated that he could make her cry this hard and not even know it. Soon it wouldn't matter. Soon she'd be on a plane to New York, to her new life. One that didn't include Oliver Queen. There was a knock at her door and she groaned in annoyance.
"Go away dad, I said I didn't need any help!" she called over her shoulder as she walked inside of her closet. She still heard the door open and figured her father was doing that thing where he did the opposite of what she asked him to do. "Dad, I said-" she stopped because it wasn't her father that was in the room. It was Oliver and he was holding a big bouquet of red roses. "Oliver, what are you doing here...in my room?"
"I passed!" he yelled excitedly. "I knew I would, that paper you wrote was brilliant. This is me thanking my favorite Twinkie." she grimaced at the nickname as she always did. It wasn't a name she liked. But as the chubby girl who always seemed to have a twinkie at lunch, it seemed to stick. He held out the roses and Katie took a step back. "What's wrong, don't you like them?"
"No, they're beautiful, I just happen to be allergic." she replied and his eyes widen slightly as he looked down to the flowers. "Yep, big old bouquet of death in your hands right now." he quickly walked over to the open window and tossed out the flowers before turning back to her with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad you passed."
"Well it was all your doing, Twinkie. I would've never made it out of that shit hole if I didn't have you in my corner." he said with a smile and for the first time she didn't smile back. Why would she? What he'd just said was like a slap to the face. In other words he was saying "if you hadn't practically done all of my homework, let me cheat off of your tests with nothing in return then I'd probably be flunking right now." She simply walked back to her closet. He looked down finally noticing the suitcase. "Where are you going?"
"School." she said bringing more clothes from her closet and lying them on her bed. "I got accepted to Columbia, remember?" he didn't remember. She knew he didn't remember. For so long she had illusions about who they were, and it wasn't until today did she realize the truth.
"Yeah, but it's summer."
"I"m going early." she replied not bothering to look up to him. "And I have a lot to pack so if you didn't mind-"
"Is everything alright?" he asked dumbly. She stopped what she was doing and looked up to him. He leaned in closer. "Were you crying?" she quickly dried her eyes with the back of her hand before turning away from him. "What happened?"
"I ran into Tommy today." Katie said walking back over to her closet. "After school while everyone was signing year books, he sort of bumped into me. And by bumped, I mean purposefully shoved me out of the way as he came through the hall. He said something very interesting though and given that he barely has brain cells, I was shocked." she walked from out of the closet her eyes looking to him. "He gave me his condolences for my mother's death, but told me anyone who commits suicide was probably meant to go." Oliver opened his mouth to speak and she lifted a hand to stop him. "I told you that. You, Oliver Queen, not Tommy."
"I'm sorry, we were talking, I didn't know he was going to be a dick about it." Oliver replied with a shrug. "It's no big deal. He didn't mean it." she shook her head before turning away from him. "So that's why you're mad?"
"No, I'm mad because I spent practically my entire life thinking you were my friend." Katie said as she folded some more clothes and tossed them into the suit case aggressively. "I'm just the butt of your jokes, huh? I do your homework and I write your essays and all you have to do is flash me a smile and I just do it."
"Twinkie-"
"Will you stop calling me that!" Katie snapped. "I have a name and it's not Twinkie." she shook her head before folding her suitcase closed and zipping it before lifting it to the floor. She took a deep breath before walking over to stand in front of him. "It's fine Oliver, you don't have to pretend anymore and you don't have to lie to your friends so they don't know you're hanging out with me. This can be it. You're done with high school and now probably headed to the best college money can buy." she walked over to open the door to her bedroom. "I seriously have a lot to do and can't do this anymore, so please just go." he walked to the door and stopped right in front of her. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He simply turned and walked out the door.
When she opened her eyes, he was still staring down to her, his eyes much more intense then she remembered.
"I have no illusions about who we are Oliver." Katie said with a small smile. "Not any more."
"You're wrong." he said, his grasp on her arm not lifting. "You were my friend, I just don't think I was much of one to you and for that I'm sorry."
"I don't think I've heard these many sorrys from you, like ever." Katie said with a shake of her head. She let out a deep breath when soon someone came walking over. She looked around Oliver and rolled her eyes. It was the look on her face that told him who it was.
"Wait-" Tommy said waking over, a wide smile on his face. He looked over Katie with wide eyes. "Twinkie, is that you?"
"Oh, Tommy I will kick you in the balls again." Katie said and he walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. And to Oliver's surprise, she hugged back.
"I get the feeling I missed something." Oliver said watching the pair as they pulled a part and turned to him. "I distinctively remember you two hating each other."
"Well the death of a friend has a way of bringing people together." Katie said looking over to Tommy who couldn't stop staring. "Will you stop that!"
"I'm sorry, it's just the last time you were here, you were-" Tommy rose his arms slightly to indicated that she was a bit bigger. "And now you're-" he quirked an eye brow and his thoughts were written all over his face. Katie punched his shoulder and he grabbed it quickly. "Sorry, but you can't disappear for two years and then come back hot and not expect no one to notice."
"No, but I can expect people to be normal and keep those things kept in their head and not come flying out of their mouth." Katie said with a shake of her head. "And with as much room as you have up there, that shouldn't be that hard."
"You know I never thought I would see the day you two would actually be friends." Oliver said looking between the two. "This-this is very strange."
"Well I figured I had to give Twinkie-" Katie slapped his shoulder and he let out a grunt before glaring over to her. "I'm sorry, Katherine a chance after she saved my life."
"Doctor." Oliver said and Katie saw the smile come to his lips. She remembers telling him about how one day she was going to be some big shot doctor one day and now that was partially true. "I knew out of all of us, you'd do something great."
"So you're back, you finished being mosquito food?" Tommy asked and Katie turned a glare to him. "What, I read about Doctors Without Borders and they can send you to some very intense places."
"Yeah, well I was fine." Katie said and Oliver noticed the slight squaring of her shoulders. She looked over to him and narrowed her eyes slightly. "I hate when you do that staring thing. Just talk."
"Sorry, I am one of those people who keep their thoughts in their head and don't let it come flying out of their mouth." Oliver said and Katie smiled slightly with a shake of her head before looking down to her watch.
"It's late and it sounds like I'm interrupting some kind of party."
"Oh, it's a celebratory party for Thea for-"
"Getting off easy?" Katie asked and Oliver shrugged. "She doesn't need a party." she shook her head before holding up her hands to stop herself. "But it's none of my concern." she let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm going to go home now and try to wrap my head around our zombie guy here." she looked over to Tommy and slapped his arm once again before looking to Oliver and gave him a wave. "Later." and with that she turned and walked away.
"You never mentioned her." Oliver said over to Tommy as they watched the woman's retreating figure. He let out a sigh before running a hand across his face. "And I never asked, I guessed."
"It's fine. It's Twinkie." Tommy replied simply before nudging the man's shoulder. "She's fine and when it comes to you she's probably even better." he turned and headed back to the house. Oliver stayed there on the lawn watching her walk away.
"How's your foot?" Oliver asks as Diggle walks over to him.
"It'll heal." Digg replies moving to stand beside Oliver to watch the woman disappear into the night. "So who's the girl?"
"Old friend." Oliver replies with a small smile.
"She doesn't seem to think so." replies Digg as he looked over to the concentrated eyes of his boss.
"Let's just say I was not the best person in my youth." Oliver says. "And she-" Why hadn't he asked about her? She was his friend, probably the only true friend he ever had and up until this moment he hadn't even given her a second thought. "She was nice to me. Not because I had money or because I was popular, but because-" she shook his head. "Hell I don't know why she was nice to me. I think I'm going to have to ask her someday."
"I just got a call from Felicity, she says she's found something." Digg says and Oliver gives him a nod.
"I'll go say bye to Thea and my mother and then I'll meet you at the car." Oliver replies before going back inside the house.
It was happening again. Katie just standing outside of buildings, hesitating to go in. This one was her own house. This one was stranger than the others though. Her home held way too many memories. Don't get her wrong, they were happy memories. To this day she can hear the faint sound of laughter, or her mother humming. It was the happy memories that made her so sad and hesitant.
"You can do this." she whispered to herself trying to motivate her frozen feet. "You can't be afraid of home." she sighed before her feet were finally moving. The spare key was still in the same place she remembered, under the welcome mat. Her hand froze when she stuck the key in the lock. That hesitation once again hitting her. She dropped her hand from the key and realized how damp they were from sweat. "This is ridiculous." she lifted her head at the sound of a car engine and she turned to see a car pull up in front of her house. There weren't many people who knew she was in town and she doubted that Tommy or Oliver would pay her a visit. Not their Twinkie. The back door opened and she was right, it wasn't Oliver or Tony, but it was one person she didn't expect. "Mr. Meryln?"
"Ms. Robins," the man greeted with a nod before lifting his head to the house. "I can't say I've been here in a while." he smiled as he brought his eyes back to her. "I liked coming here. Your father was the only one of us who actually decided to buy a home and not some monstrosity like the rest of us."
"Mr. Meryln, how did you know I was here?"
"I've sort of been monitoring your father's treatment and I got word of your visit." he said with a shake of his head. "It's a shame really. Your old man had so much life-"
"Hospital policy regulates that all medical information can not be shared with anyone that is not family. So how are you monitoring my father's treatment?" the question was filled with accusations and she was aware. She never really liked Malcolm Meryln. It was something about his attitude, or the way he would treat Tommy. She knew after his wife died, something changed in him, but whatever it was just turned him into a major dick.
"I understand your suspicions, but trust me I've only been concerned about Jacob. He was-he is my best friend and I just wanted to know if anything changes." the man sighed slipping his hands into his pocket which only made Katie more nervous. He made her nervous. Actually he always have. When she was younger, she found that she didn't like the way he stared at her. Every time he looked at her it was like she always caught the slight look of disgust. It's how she caught him looking at her father too. She always figured that he thought he was better than them. He worked hard for his money, where her father was fortunate enough to have been born with it. "And then you left and-"
"And you thought you would bribe a couple people at the hospital to tell you about my father's health?" she asked before turning and grabbing the key once again. Her hesitation was instantly wiped away and she wanted nothing more than to get away from the man in front of her.
"Katie-" his hand touched her shoulder and something inside of her snapped. She quickly whirled around and grabbed his hand, but then she stopped. Sanity was returning to her and she quickly realized what she was doing. His eyes narrowed as he looked into to her eyes and then to their hands. The way she gripped it seemed calculated, like there was a next move, but she stopped herself. She let go of his hand and lifted her head to meet her gaze.
"I know why you're here. I know why you've been checking in on my father and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told you when you tried pushing papers in my face." she took a step closer to the man. She wanted him to see the truth in her eyes. She wanted no misconception or confusion in anything she said. "I'm not signing away any of my father's shares, I'm not sharing any of his business ventures and I'm not making you the executive of his estate."
"You do know that someone like you, someone not business minded will lose it all. That is a fact."
"Well I just spent two years of my life sleeping on wet dirt and fleeing from highly dangerous extremists, so I think I'll be alright if that happens." with that she turned, unlocking the door and stepping inside, making sure to slam the door in his face. She really wishes she could open the door once again, just to slam once more in his face, but that would be total overkill. She took a step inside, and stopped before glancing back to the door. "Yeah, definitely over kill."
Author's Note:
Well this is my first Arrow story and it is a Oliver/OC pairing, so you've been warned. Just so you're aware, I am an Olicity fan through and through, but I like the challenge that comes with writing an OC and trying to see if I can fit them into a story and make it great. I hope you enjoy.
So what do you think of the first chapter? So I have a couple of chapters written so far, so if this is something you want to see more of let me know.