Chapter 1
Testament
Summary: Set after season 2, Robert Queen's testament reveals that he left a large part of his assets to the daughter no one knew he had in Central City. Emily has to deal with the publicity of being a Queen, finding it hard to keep her investigation a secret in the spotlight. Oliver wants to know why his newfound sister has her own copy of the list in her bag. Oliver/Felicity Roy/OC
AN: I started writing his because I found the lack of arrow fanfics with an actual plot almost disturbing, I love Oliver/Felicity fluff but without a story behind it I find it almost shallow. Problem is I have a hard time writing the actual characters, so I introduced my own OC with her own plotline, it's set after season 2, kind of my take on season 3, depending on how it goes it might follow the shows storyline but it's mostly going to be mine. Multiple POV's, because I think it's hard to make justice to a TV-show fanfic with only one, but mainly Felicity's and Emily's POV.
Starling City, Queen Mansion:
"You're telling me what exactly?" Oliver's voice rose threateningly, and Felicity watched as the Queen's family lawyer swallowed, but he kept his ground, she gave him credit for that.
"I'm saying that in order to save your company Mr... Queen, you're going to need more shareholders-"
"That's not the part I was asking about," Oliver said through gritted teeth, stepping closer to the lawyer, who was now sweating excessively. Felicity wanted to do something, to calm him down, but she too, was surprised.
"I uhm, your father's testament was revealed in light of you're mothers death. And it was a surprise to all of us to find this out-"
"I'm going to need you to say it!" Oliver dragged a hand across his face, looking as tired as ever. Felicity knew he wasn't sleeping, not after his mothers death and his sister leaving town for who knows where. She gave the lawyer a meaningful look, and the man simply handed the paper to Oliver.
"Read it for yourself, your father left a large part of his assets to a Emily Bauer, his... daughter," the lawyer shifted unfortunately. "Looking in to the matter more closely we also found that Robert made a a payment to her mother the year she was born."
"Money to keep her from talking," Oliver sighed, looking at the paper. He glanced up at Felicity and Diggle. "I guess I shoudn't be surprised right, I knew my father was unfaithful to my mother."
"You have the right to be overwhelmed Oliver, this girl, whoever she is, is your half sister."
"And also your only way of becoming CEO of your company." The lawyer added, receiving a death glare from Oliver in return.
"Yes I got that, thank you very much."
"So, what should he do? I mean with um- her?" Felicity shot up from the couch, as Oliver started phasing again. The lawyer shrugged.
"I suggest you get this girl on your side, because whether she wants it or not she's now one of the biggest shareholders of Queen Consolidated. We've sent someone to Central City who should be explaining this to her right now."
"Arrange to have her come to Starling, I need to talk to her." Oliver ordered, and the lawyer nodded.
"Here or the office?"
"What do you think?" Oliver glanced at Felicity, and then at Digg. Diggle spoke up, he always knew what to say.
"That depends, do you want to speak to her as your half sister, or your business partner?" He said pointedly, and Oliver sighed, looking back at the paper he was holding one more time. He was silent for so long that Felicity wondered if he'd forgotten the question.
"Here." He finally said with a tone that ended the conversation. The lawyer nodded solemnly and half ran out of the room, probably happy to get away from Oliver's piercing stare. The three of them were silent until they heard the door slam shut behind him. Oliver suddenly turned his deep blue eyes on Felicity, making her straighten up immediately. Images of that night about a week ago, just outside this room, when he'd told her he'd loved her and handed her the cure- flashed by her mind.
"I need you to find out everything you can about her and her mother."
"Your sister... but um-" Felicity fumbled with her words, glancing at Diggle for help.
"Don't you think it's better to just, get to know her personally?" Diggle said carefully. Oliver's lips went into a thin line, and handed the paper to them.
"Her mother's name is Laura Bauer."
"So?" Felicity asked.
"Laura Bauer was on the list my father gave me when the Gambit went down seven years ago. She was a member of Tempest."
Felicity's jaw dropped "Oh."
…
Meanwhile, Central City;
Emily cursed silently as she pushed through the front doors and into the hallway of her building. The bright yellow sign hanging on the elevator doors stared tauntingly back at her, it was broken, again.
Sighing she pulled her bag up on her shoulder and started slowly walking up the stairs. It was already dark and she'd spent pretty much the entire day camped out in her car in the outskirts of the city waiting for a drugdeal to go down. But of course it had been a fake tip, and she'd lost a whole day of work. But that wasn't uncommon in her business. The camera bounced against her leg through the rough canvas of her bag, but she didn't bother readjusting it as she reached her last floor.
Becoming a reporter hadn't exactly been her plan when she graduated college with a psychology major three years earlier, but somehow that's where'd she'd ended up. She liked freelancing though, not having a boss to answer to, deciding her own hours, and of course, time for her own investigations.
She froze momentarily as she reached her floor, a middle aged man in a well tailored suit stood leaning against her door, looking utterly bored. Narrowing her eyes she walked over.
"Can I help you?"
"Emily Bauer?" The man straightened up immediately, holding his hand out almost automatically.
"That's me", she said, tentatively shaking his hand. "And who are you?"
"My name is Anthony Kent, I'm a lawyer, and I'm here to speak to you about your father."
Emily immediately dropped his hand, as if she'd been burned. He looked uncomfortable. "Would you mind talking inside Miss Bauer?"
"I- I don't understand-"
"I'll try to explain this, but maybe you'd like to sit down." He urged, nodding towards the door. Emily hastily unlocked her door, dropping her bag on the chair in the hallway and motioned for him to continue into her studio apartment. She didn't have a couch or anything, just a bed, a desk with her computer and a whole mess of papers, boards, notes and articles spread all over the room. The man glanced around the room, then finally decided to head for her small kitchen and sat down on one side of the table, gesturing for her to take the only other seat. She did.
"I know this might come very... suddenly for you, but what I have here is the testament of Robert Queen, stating you as his daughter and leaving you with a large part of his assets."
"Robert Queen?" Emily blinked, memories of seven years ago flashing past her mind.
"I assume you know who he is," he twitched "was."
"I remember the story from the news." Emily said silently, her thoughts going haywire. It was moments like these she wished she could just turn it all off, completely ignore the way the lawyer in front of her was sitting on the edge of the chair and playing with the frayed paper corner before he pushed it across the table towards her. She wished she didn't see him correcting his tie for the third time, she wished she didn't know he had more news to tell before his job was done.
"I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you this Miss Bauer... it must be hard to hear."
"I've been without a father my whole life, finding out that he's dead is of no difference to me." She muttered as she looked at the paper. This was a lie of course.
This changed everything.
"Still I am sorry..." he paused. "This is not all Miss Bauer, Mr... Queens assets are rather valuable and mostly tied to his company Queen Consolidated-"
"I don't want it, I don't want the money." She interrupted him, shooting up from the chair. Her head was spinning, she needed to get this man out of here, she needed to get her head trait.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, you're now one of the largest shareholders of the company, a company right now standing without a CEO and very vulnerable -"
"So?" Emily knew she sounded like a child, and right now she felt like one. The man sighed, as if he was trying to dumb it down for her.
"I know it's a lot but you're going to have to meet with the rest of the board, and Oliver Queen, before you make a decision about your shares."
"But I don't want anything to do with this!" She exclaimed, staring at the numbers on the paper, she'd inherited money from her mother,enough to pay for college and her apartment and still have savings over, but nowhere near this amount.
"Oliver Queen would like to meet you, and my advice is that you should, to discuss your options if nothing else."
"Oliver Queen... my half brother?" Emily said disbelievingly, the news about the billionaire playboy coming back from the dead two years ago had not escaped her attention.
"He's arranged for a car to drive you to Starling City, it's waiting outside."
"Oh it's waiting outside?" Emily mimicked his voice to herself, ignoring the frown she got from him in return.
"I know this is-"
"I think I'm going to need a minute." She interrupted him. He nodded, picked up his bag, and then let himself out.
Emily was finally alone, and now, she couldn't move.
She stood leaning against her counter for several minutes before her legs started to move on their own accord, taking her across her apartment to her bed, she bent down under it and pulled out a large ragged box, pulling the cover open a few papers and articles immediately spilled out on the floor. Next to a seven year old article on the Queen's Gambit going missing, she found the notebook. That notebook with the strange pattern she'd found among her mothers belongings seven years earlier, she flipped through a few pages, and then found his name.
Robert Queen.
Emily leaned back against her bed, the notebook resting against her leg as she stared onto the ceiling. Somehow she knew that this might be the only chance she'd ever get to actually find the truth. If that meant she had to deal with a rich playboy brother and corporate sharks, did it really matter?
She'd been obsessed with finding the truth since Moira Queens public announcement in the news, right before Starling became chaos. Before then she'd given up, but now, she'd never actually realized how close she was to the truth.
I can do this. She said to herself.
She got off the floor slowly, then started putting clothes into a bag on random. She'd sobered up slightly when she came to her notes, she filed them in carefully into a map and put it at the bottom of the bag, finally putting her laptop and camera in too.
Then she stripped out of her clothes, leaving them on the floor as she went to take a shower to clear her head, it didn't work, but it felt good anyway. Dressing in clean clothes she glanced out the window, the lawyer had been right, a car stood waiting outside, and the driver leaned against it with a smoke in his hand. She took a deep breath.
You're Emily Bauer, you can do this.
She grabbed her bag, phone and keys. Deciding she'd have to do some research on her newfound brother in the car. When she slammed the door behind her, she had a feeling it would stay closed for quite a while.
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Queen Mansion ,Felicity Pov:
Felicity jumped high as she suddenly felt Oliver behind her, she never got used to how silent he was. You'd think someone that big would make a little more noise.
"Did you find anything?" He asked huskily, sleep deprivation clearly visible in his face. Felicity sighed, Emily Bauer would be there any minute now, and she'd hoped that Oliver would have gotten some sleep before that, apparently that wasn't the case.
"I have-"
"Show me." He ordered as Diggle came up on her other side. She was sitting with her laptop on the couch, instead of heading for the lair to save time. She clicked the file up, revealing a picture of an attractive girl with strawberry blonde hair and eyes unmistakably alike Oliver's. She glanced at him and saw his eyes lingering on the picture.
"Emily Bauer, 21 years old born in Central City, mother was Laura Bauer, no other known relatives. Her mother was killed seven years ago in a breaking and entering gone wrong-" Felicity paused "She went into the foster care system for three years before going to college at seventeen and then graduating with a major in psychology three years later. Since then she's been freelancing as an investigative reporter. She's actually caught a few pretty cool cases, two months ago she caught a club in Central City mixing Vertigo into their drinks, they'd bought up pretty much all the stuff that remained in the city after you destroyed the operation."
"Sounds like a tuff kid to me." Diggle said, and they glanced at Oliver.
"Sounds like a smart kid to me." Felicity added.
"We'll just have to see", Oliver sighed tiredly as the faint sound of a car pulling up in front of the house reached them. Felicity smoothed nervously smoothed out her purple dress as Diggle went to take his place by the door, looking like a true bodyguard, like he officially was, just like she oficially was Oliver's EA.
"I can carry my bag by myself okay," a faint voice reached them as they listened the front door opening and closing. Shortly after the Queens family's driver stepped into the living room, nodding solemnly towards Oliver.
"Sorry it took a while." The driver said, and Felicity realized it was actually past midnight.
"Well maybe we could've waited until tomorrow." A drawling girl's voice said, quickly followed by the girl herself as she stepped into the livingroom. The first thing that struck Felicity was again the eyes, piercingly blue, exactly like Oliver's. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and she was dressed in a pair of jeans, vans and a leather jacket. She had a bag on her shoulder that looked heavy, and she carefully set it down on the floor beside her as her eyes scanned the room, arching one perfect eyebrow.
"I guess I'm underdressed."
"Hi, I'm Oliver Queen." Oliver breezed past Emily's comment and extended his hand towards her. Felicity watched her almost grudgingly shake it.
"Emily Bauer."
The two o them looked at each other for a few seconds, to Felicity it seemed like they were both trying to figure out each other, and she almost felt like smiling when she realized they had the exact same look of disappointment on their faces as they turned to the room.
"This is my EAI Felicity Smoak and my bodyguard John Diggle" Oliver introduced them quickly as he led Emily towards the couch, she sat down while nodding at Felicity and glancing back at Diggle.
"Before you say anything-" Emily started, as Oliver sat down next to Felicity. "I just need to say that I dont want this, I don't want your money or your family's company."
"It's not that simple-"
"I know the lawyer waiting in the car explained it to me, I can't just sell my shares I have to back somebody on the board up. He suggested you. He also said I'd have to take a place on the board." Emily rolled her eyes, as if finding the whole thing ridiculous. "And believe me this was not how I planned to spend my night, talking to lawyers and-"
"I know." Oliver interrupted her, and Emily stopped in surprise. "I know. It's owerwhelming and scary and a lot of responsibility, but I'll take care of it, you only have to show up and announce your support so that I can become CEO-"
"And pose in front of the press right?" Emily shot up. "I'm not a tabloid reporter but I know how the media works, you need me to publicly show my support for you. Maybe put up a unified front as 'the lost daughter of Queen Consolidated returns'" Emily made air quotes annoyed, glancing at Oliver.
"Yes." Oliver said, to anyone else he simply looked serious, but Felicity saw a small flicker of surprise.
"And you're afraid that if you do that and become a public figure you wont be able to do your job as an investigative reporter." Felicity suddenly said out loud, forgetting to think before speaking out usual as she looked at Emily.
"Bingo." Emily said dryly, she'd made her way across the room, watching the painting above the fireplace. "My job depends on being invisible, that's hard when everybody knows who you are."
Oliver sent a look towards Felicity that said 'what the hell would you bring that up for?" Felicity made a face and shrugged in return, mouthing I'm sorry back to him.
"You won't need that job as a board member..." Oliver pointed out, and Emily turned around with a eyeroll.
"I don't do it for the money, I told you." She walked back and flopped down on the couch in front of them, up close she looked just as tired as Oliver, with dark circles under her eyes. "Just tell me were to sign okay, it doesn't seem like I have that much of a choice anyway."
"And I have your support?" Oliver clarified.
"Yes."
"Thank you." Oliver pushed a bunch of papers across the table, redied by the lawyer earlier. Emily dragged a hand across her face tiredly, before her eyes flew across the papers.
"You look tired." Felicity pointed out, again receiving a look from Oliver.
"You're smart for an assistant." Emily said without looking up from her papers.
"Executive assistant, actually." Felicity answered through gritted teeth, and this time Emily's eyes met her. A small smile on her lips.
"Okay." Emily glanced down again ant wrote her name on the last paper, pushing it back to Oliver. "So what happens now?"
"Tomorrow we'll officially present you to the board and you'll take your place and I'll take my place as CEO with your support."
"And then?" Emily raised her eyebrow again. "I assume I wont be able to just leave and go back home anytime soon."
"No that would be unwise."
"Great," Emily sighed.
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Felicity asked.
"I assumed you have hotels?" Emily narrowed her eyes.
"Yes but-" Felicity glanced at Oliver, and then at Diggle, he was also giving Oliver a meaningful glance. Oliver groaned as he stood up in defeat.
"You're of course welcome to stay here... we have a few extra rooms." Oliver's lips where a thin line, and this time Emily looked surprised.
"I- um, I don't know if that's such a good idea..."
"You look like you might fall asleep any minute." Felicity pointed out. "And you are, you know, family after all." She regretted her words the moment they passed her lips, and buried her head behind her computer screen, pretending to write something down as two pair of piercing blue eyes turned on her.
"What my assistant is trying to say" Felicity glared at Oliver "Is that of course you're welcome here."
"I guess I could find a hotel tomorrow..." Emily mumbled, stifling a yawn.
"I could show her to the guest room, Mr... Queen." Diggle said with a raised eyebrow, and Oliver nodded.
"Thank you."
Emily picked up her bag and followed diggle out of the livingroom, only glancing back towards Oliver once.
"What the hell Felicity? Do you really think having her under the same roof is such a good idea?" Oliver hissed the moment they were gone. Felicity placed her labtop aside, ready to defend her case.
"Look, you said youself you know nothing about this girl, best way to keep an eye on her is to have her here right?"
"I don't like it."
"Try to look at this from her perspective, a day ago she was an orphan and today she found out she has a father and that he's dead, and now she has to take a place at a company and in the public she obviously doesn't want. This can't be easy for her either." Felicity placed a hand on Oliver's tense shoulder, feeling him relax slightly.
"I just, there was somehting about her, I can't seem to get a grip on it."
"Oliver," Felicity almost felt like laughing "that something, is exactly how you are. And how people feel about you."
AN: I really hope you liked it, I'd love if you told me what you think. I'm not new to writing fancition but this is my first Arrow fic, and haven't decided if I should keep this going or not yet?