So I don't really know where this came from, it was just an idea I've been sitting on a while and thought it'd be awesome to try. I hope I've done it at least a little bit of justice.

As always, I own nothing.

This will have at least 2 chapters.

"You know he really hates it that you still team up with him." Sara pointed out from her position of being sprawled across the hotel bed, lazily kicking at the air with her right foot. "The only reason he's even allowing you to go is 'cause Roy and I'll be there too."

"Ok, firstly, Oliver doesn't have to 'allow' everything I do; and secondly," Felicity spoke up from her position in front of the mirror as she secured her hair into its typical ponytail, then grinned and held up her left hand, show casing the pretty diamond ring that sat on her ring finger. "This should remind him I've already made my choice, there's no going back now. He's stuck with me."

Sara lifted onto her elbows and shook her head, "I honestly don't know that that'd make him feel more secure, or more entilted." She said, making a face. Felicity sighed, her hand dropping as she turned to look at her friend.

"You're right. We'd better get down there before he backs Ray into a corner." Felicity grabbed her cell phone and card key, everything else was in her pack that Oliver'd already taken down to the lobby just after breakfast. Sara had kept her company as she'd finished out her morning-getting-ready routine. Sara skipped out of the room after her, making the door was shut tight as she went.

Today they were in Oklahoma, chasing some very promising developments coming up from around the red river basin area. Felicity's normal storm chaser team consisted of Oliver, Diggle and herself, though within the past six months or more they had been expanding to include Sara and Roy. Her primary loyalties would always lie with Oliver first and foremost, however, and not just because of the relationship they were currently in. No, if not for Oliver she'd probably never have made it this far.

When Oliver had started to take this business seriously, well first of all he'd needed an experienced driver. Which was a job that his bodyguard had somehow ended up taking. Then they'd needed someone to predict the storm paths, to read the data as accurately as possible, to have radar and maps accessible at all times. She'd been an amateur back then just like them, a petite blond girl that no one looked at twice. But when someone had bumped into her at a rest stop in No Where, Kansas, she'd accidentally spilled a good portion of her coffee all over the laptop keypad of a certain blue-eyed individual. Not to mention nearly scalded said person's fingers. The coffee in her hands had been fresh, and hot.

Too bad she didn't know who the person who'd bumped into her was, because she'd really like to gift them a box of chocolates. Or flowers, or maybe some wine. Because after she'd finished spouting her sincerest apologies and attempting to mop up the mess, she'd offered to help him recover what she could from the clearly cooked computer and transfer everything to the new one she'd buy. Or, y'know, at least go half in with, because she was seriously low on cash. When she heard only silence, she looked up to meet amused yet intelligent ice blue eyes, intently focused on her.

He'd taken her up on the offer (paying for the new laptop himself, of course) and hadn't let her go since. Neither had she, because as it had turned out, he was looking for someone with just her expertise. He had decided to take a chance on her, and it turned out in spades for all involved. Despite Digg's intital misgivings because of the fact that she was a conplete stranger, she quickly proved her usefulness and they had become good friends in a short amount of time. The three of them made quite a good team for nearly a year, getting footage and still images of some awesome storms and even a few very wicked looking tornadoes.

There had been that one time, in Arkansas, where she had led them down the wrong road and they'd nearly become twister fodder because her satilite readings wouldn't work right with all these trees, but thanks to Digg's awesome driving skills (there was a downed tree he'd used as a sort of ramp) they lived to tell the tale. Which they never really did, 'cause it'd been scary as heck, but anyway.

Thanks to how well known her skills with tracking and predicting storms had become, she was often sought out on-loan by other teams. She didn't stray out from her own all that often, but Ray Palmer had always been nice to her even when she'd been a no-name and just because Oliver seemed to really dislike the guy, she didn't see why she couldn't go out and chase with him for just one day. It wasn't as if they'd be alone, Roy and Sara were going too.

As the two blondes stepped off the elevator, they quickly set upon the four grown men hanging around the small sitting area the hotel's lobby boasted over. Ray and Oliver were in a silent stand-off just to the side of the walkway, glowering at one another. Diggle was standing behind Oliver, arms crossed over his massive chest, and when he saw Felicity his lips quirked up and he gave her a secret eye-roll. Roy was seated in an arm chair with his video equipment at his feet, looking half asleep.

"Ok folks," Felicity loudly clapped her hands as she approached, gaining everyone's attention. "Sorry that took a little longer than expected - it took me like 10 minutes to find my hair band, because, as it turned out, someone was sitting on it." She turned to give Sara a glare, who shrugged unapologetically. "Anyway, ready to roll!" She finished, smiling at the collected group of men.

"Good; well let's get our stuff out, then." Ray started to say, leaning over to attempt and pick up the bag at Oliver's feet. The other man actually growled lowly at him, stepping in front of the bag.

"I told you, I've got it." Oliver growled out, glaring at Ray. Who then promptly lifted his hands and slowly backed away. Felicity slipped between the two, facing Oliver, as she easily picked up her bag 'cause she was not about to let one of these silly men carry it for her. When it began to get heavy, maybe. But it had her computer stuff in it, so she wanted to make sure it was treated with the utmost respect, hence, no silly men.

"Be back soon, promise." Felicity whispered, stretching out onto her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the lips. Oliver apparently didn't think this was enough, as his response was to wrap her in his arms and give her a much more thorough kiss. And if he kind of made sure to position them to where Ray would get a good view, well hey, whatever.

"C'mon Roy, let's take our stuff out." Sara said, picking up her bag that was sitting next to his. She said it loudly enough to break the moment, but the couple didn't hear a word of it, clearly, wrapped up in each other as they were.

"Sounds good," Roy immediately jumped at the chance to be anywhere but here, grabbed his bag and hurried to follow Sara out.

"Not soon enough," Oliver whispered in response to her promise of returning soon, staying within her breathing space when he finally came up for air before swooping in for one last kiss and then adding, leaning his forehead to hers, "I miss you already."

"It's just a few hours," Felicity pointed out, bringing up her free hand to lightly scratch around the stubble on his cheek. "But you should know - I'll be counting them, too." She smiled sweetly at him, swiping her thumb over his lips, before she slipped out from his arms (only because he'd let her) and then headed to the door, Ray beside her. She turned at the sliding glass doors and gave her fiancee one last smile and a little wave, then she was gone.

Oliver really wished that he and Digg didn't have some major work to do on their vechile, otherwise he so would've followed them...