Felicity Smoak set her purse down on the counter of her small apartment, sighing in exhaustion. She leaned against the cool marble surface, feeling it against her arms. she was admittedly exhausted from Oliver Queen's 'night job', which had run late into the night. She remembered when she could stay awake much longer, under more stressful circumstances as well. She sighed again, pushing off of the counter with a flourish. She pulled her glasses off, dropping them on the counter with distaste. How Superman thought that worked was beyond her. She slid into her couch, flicking the TV on with a flourish of the remote. She lay there for a few moments, not paying any mind to the news anchor who was blathering on about the hooded vigilante. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Oliver. He could never be bothered to be chalant about his nightly activities. She grinned at herself. She'd forgotten about it, even though it was natural at this point. She flicked the television off, bored with it. She looked out the window, raising her arms wistfully above her head. She wanted to be out there with Ollie, jumping over buildings and busting bad guys. But she couldn't. So she settled for staring at the ceiling for three hours instead. When sleep's embrace finally claimed her, she was only held by it fitfully.

As she slept, she muttered one name. An immortal name.

"Wal-"

Felicity's favorite day: Saturday.

She rolled out of bed, hitting the ground with a thud. She dressed quickly, her green athletic clothes being ripped from her drawer and slipped on frantically. She burst out of her bedroom and sprinted towards the kitchen. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, not stopping to take a breath and abandoning her apartment for the cool fall air. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her over the concrete pavement. Her 'jog' carried her into the city park, through the winding paths that cut through the trees and meadows of the relatively untouched land. Her feet thudded against the sidewalk, feeling heavier with each step. Even so, she kept her original pace. Until she slammed into something tall. And green.

"Felicity!?"

She tumbled onto the pavement, crying out in surprise.

"Oliver!?"

He stood quickly, rushing over to see if she was okay. She grumbled, brushing herself off.

"Are you hurt?" Oliver asked with a frown, offering her his hand. She brushed it away, opting to stand on her own.

"No, I'm fine. No life threatening injuries here." She backed up to avoid his long goatee, only to remember he didn't have one.

"Well, be careful. What are you doing jogging anyways?"

Felicity could only glare.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well I mean, you are the nerdy IT girl. I didn't expect you to be out doing anything athletic on your day off."

Felicity playfully scowled, shaking her fist at Oliver.

"I'll have you know I'm very athletic. I just..."

She stopped herself. What exactly was she supposed to say? It's not as if he had any reason to believe she had any athletic ability. In fact, he would be suspicious if he knew what she could do. And that would be trouble.

"Actually, what are you doing here? don't you get enough exercise on your 'nightly runs'?"

That elicited another chuckle from Oliver.

"Can't I enjoy normal things, like a walk in the park, or just being out in nature?"

Felicity raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay. I'm actually here to check out a lead on a drug dealer who has assets in the Chinese triad."

Felicity sighed, kneading the bridge of her nose between two fingers.

"You really know how to pick 'em don't you Ollie?"

Oliver's face scrunched up,a confused look sent at Felicity.

"Ollie? Only my sister calls me that."

Felicity's eyes opened wide, then narrowed into a confused glare.

"Wait, sister?"

It was a circle of confusion here.

"Um, yeah. Thea Queen?"

Felicity panicked. If she had actually been from this world, she would have known that.

"I, uh, never knew the Queen's had a girl."

Oliver's eyes were wide.

"How do you not know that I have a sister?"

Felicity chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her head. A habit she picked up from him.

"Well, uh. I'm from Gotham originally. So the only rich people I ever payed attention to were the Wayne's. Well, Wayne now I guess."

She walked past Oliver, waving goodbye.

"Well, I'm going to finish my run. Bye Ollie."

He was still extremely confused.