Talk To Me
~Different ways Oliver uttered those words to Felicity
A/N: So I don't know if you have noticed but Oliver have said the words "Talk to me" to Felicity a couple of times already and it just sparked my feelings. I really don't know how to write this so please bear with me. This is my first time I'm writing and posting my work so please be kind. Thank you.
The first chapters are part of the show already with just my extra work. Just to set the mood on the story. Aaaand now I'm babbling. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Oliver has been keen to notice that his special consultant IT girl has a knack for talking. Before she came around, the foundry was mostly filled with either his brooding silence or the clanks of steel on steel, bams of punches and swifts of arrows finding their target. And then when she joined them, it was easy to associate the typing noises and quirky voice muttering about anything under the sun with Felicity.
As it was a change of culture, Oliver doesn't know how to react to it. His initial reaction was to tune out her musings. However, there is a tugging feeling in his gut or just in his mind to listen to her voice. He hasn't figured out if it was his survival instincts from the island to be ultra-aware of his surroundings or if it's just the way that Felicity has brought so much change to the foundry. They were in the basement, cold and musky but her unfiltered stories bring so much honesty and amusement that it was like a ray of sunshine in their dark business.
Before he knew it, he actually stops in his tracks to listen to her stories. To wait for her extra comments and additional unnecessary information about something he asked her to research about. Before he knew it, he was smiling.
The first time Felicity went undercover with them, he was having second thoughts. But she was persistent and she was ready with her arguments and plans. Moreover, she was intrigued by how rich Oliver Queen really was. Of course she knew that they are rich like first-class rich but the comment made by Diggle sparked her curiosity on how it was possible they could get a Spanish jewel from the ominous decade overnight. And when Oliver came back with the blue diamonds, she felt like it was her duty to protect them...since she kind of suggested it.
To finally escape and stop her endless rambles, Oliver agreed to let her come on the auction.
"Fine, Felicity, you could come," Oliver said sighing at which Felicity pumped her fists in the air. "...but just to put the chip on the jewels and track it with your phone. The moment something funny is going on contact me or Diggle. Do not attempt doing something funny yourself."
"You two are no fun. How come I can't have any action for myself?" she questioned.
"No, Felicity. Stay with computers. Leave that to us. Understood?" Diggle chimed in. He was mildly frustrated that Oliver allowed her to come.
When Oliver saw Felicity on the auction, he barely recognized his IT girl. He briefly wondered how many surprises she still held. The night was going well for him. He had made sure that the police are stationed and the bait ready. Then, everything went down spiral when Felicity grabbed his arm frantically with the distinguishable bomb brace on her neck.
He cursed himself as he tried to make Felicity calm down. He should not have let her come. He should not have let her have the access to the tracker.
"Get away from me, if this thing blows-" Felicity said frantically but Oliver cut her off.
"That's not going to happen," he said with finality in his voice. He was not going to let anything happen to her.
For the first time as he rushed outside the building, he had realized the danger she placed Felicity in when he let her join his mission. The simple girl that he let access to this other world he had conjured. The girl who have patiently done his every request even with the dumbest reasons. He had promised himself that he can protect her...and he is firm not to break any promises.
On the other end of the line on his earpiece, all he coud hear is Felicity's irregular breathing. And suddenly he thought what would happen if her voice would disappear on the foundry. He felt cold. He was not going to let that happen. He never thought he would say these words, and when he did he was surprised that it sounded to him as if he was begging.
"Talk to me, Felicity. Talk to me," he said in rushed tones then he dashed in a motorcycle...he borrowed.
As she gave him instructions, he could hear the fear in her voice. It gave him more adrenaline as he put more speed on the bike. Finally, he catched up on the Dodger. As the Dodger threatened to press the detonation device, before he could finish talking, Oliver flicked an arrow to the criminal's arm. He quickly grabbed the device and searched for its deactivation.
He heard Felicity gasp and for a second he was filled with anxiety.
"OH. Thank God," it was the shortest statement he has heard Felicity say. But it had the most effect on him. He cannot show it on the outside, it didn't make him smile like usual. But in the inside; it had calmed him down. It had removed the fear he didn't know he held. It had erased the thoughts of Felicity being gone.
For a fleeting moment, he was filled with this peace. Then he remembered the criminal before him. As the Dodger prepared to strike the electric rod on him, he deflected fast and electricuted him instead. He was reminded how Felicity has asked him to find his humanity but right now, all he could think about was how that man tried to hurt his IT girl.