This has sat on my iPad for a while now, just a random plot that (hopefully) will leave a smile on your face. Hope you all enjoy and all reviews constructive comments are welcome :)

Disclaimer - the people that own Arrow are the people that own Arrow, I am not one of those people.

Quentin Lance stood by the side of the ambulance, his role as Captain taking his attention away from the young blonde sat on the gurney inside. The convenience store hold up was something that had pulled him away from a lovely lunch with Sara to deal with the two amateur crooks. The situation was over by the time he'd arrived with the hostage takers arguing with themselves and shooting each other dead over what was reported to be a bottle of cola.

That was the first shock of the last hour, the second had been when Felicity Smoak emerged out the building, an EMT holding her left wrist carefully.

'Are you sure you're okay Felicity?' Lance watched the warm smile cross her face.

'As lovely as your concern is Q,' Felicity beamed, 'I'm fine, i just slipped in a puddle of OJ and landed on my wrist. Gareth here says it's not broken, but a bad sprain. I'll be fine in a few days.'

'Good,' Lance breathed a sigh of relief. In the aftermath of Laurel's death at the hands of Malcolm Merlyn, Lance had been shocked when Felicity had started talking to him more and not just about the Arrow. He'd found himself enjoying the young woman's company and a surrogate parental bond had grown out of the various lunches, afternoon coffees and random wandering phone calls,'I was worried when I saw you walking out of that building. You seem to get yourself into some sort of crazy situation almost weekly and you've no idea how worried that makes me... And stop calling me Q.'

'Never,' Felicity giggled, 'I know you like it. I've seen your DVD collection and the Bond shelf.'

'Can you give us a minute Gareth?' Lance smiled at the technician. He waited until the man had stepped far enough away before he dropped his voice, 'I'm shocked that our mutual friend hasn't appeared yet, where is he?'

'Across town, we...' Felicity suddenly froze, her hand coming up to her ear. Lance instinctively stepped closer when Felicity jumped, a pained look on her face, 'I'm here, you don't need to shout you know!'

Lance bit back a smirk at the exasperated groan that left the blonde.

'No,' Felicity firmly declared, 'You don't need to do that... Because I'm fine, that's why. I'm perfectly, completely fine and you don't need to do your crazy rooftop gymnastics to get over here... Because you might miss a jump and where would this city be?'

'I know you haven't missed a jump yet,' Felicity groaned, 'But that's not the point... Because it isn't. Stay where you are and I'll be back at the lair in about an hour or so... Yes, that's an order, so follow it or I'll put itching powder in your leathers again.'

'Itching powder?' Lance laughed loudly, 'you really put that in his suit? Are you insane?'

'He deserved it!' Felicity cried out in annoyance, a grin on her face as Lance held his arm out to help her down out the ambulance, 'He was showing off to... Someone... And put a goddamn arrow through my monitor! I spent weeks setting up that system just to my liking and he went and almost wrecked it!'

'He was showing off?' Lance was surprised, 'He does that?'

'He's human Quentin,' Felicity sighed, spinning and prodding him in the shoulder, 'Just like you and me. He gets grumpy, he gets silly and he gets goddamn annoying sometimes... Huh?'

Felicity paled suddenly, her long hair whipping about as she searched the nearby rooftops, 'I told you not to come down here!'

A soft thump nearby was missed by the majority of the gathered crowd, the source of the sound hovering beside the ambulance.

'You told me you were unhurt!' The Arrow barked, his green bulk stalking towards Felicity. Stopping before her, he grabbed her fingers gently, 'This doesn't look unhurt to me.'

'Says the idiot that tried to pass off a freaking kebab stick through the arm last week as being just a flesh wound!' Felicity huffed, 'You aren't the black knight.'

'No,' The arrow's lips twitched, 'I'm green.'

'Don't make me call you Kermit again,' Felicity poked the Arrow in the chest, Lance suddenly registering how close the two were standing to each other, 'When the idiots burst in, the kid next to me dropped his carton of OJ and like a doofus I slipped in it and sprained my wrist. It's barely registering pain right now, so stop your incessant worrying and tell Artemis that she needs to remember to wear her earpiece when she's with you. I know she...'

'Enough,' The arrow growled, 'Stop babbling and just... Stop.' His hands shot out and gripped Felicity's arm. Lance quietly observed as he quickly removed the bandage, his eyes watching Felicity's face while he gently pressed his fingers onto her skin, 'Yeah, just a sprain.'

'We knew that!' Felicity responded, her voice smaller than normal, but with the usual vigor, 'You just undid Gareth's work to find out what we told you already!'

'Who?' The Arrow cocked his head, his eyes following Felicity's other hand to where the now nervous EMT stood, 'Not a bad wrap job, but you needed to leave it with a little more give than you had. Keeps the restriction, but not enough to cause damage.'

'The Arrow gives First Aid advice now?' Lance quipped as the bandage was quickly replaced, 'Really?'

'You need to go,' Felicity let out a chuckled sigh at the man before her, 'I'm okay... Okay?'

Lance's eyes nearly fell out his head when the Arrow reached under Felicity's chin and stroked his thumb over her cheek, 'Are you sure you're okay?'

'I'm sure,' Felicity sighed, 'I'm not fragile, despite this little sprain. I've survived far worse than this, I have the bullet wound to prove it.'

'Did you just say what I think you said?' Lance stepped forward, his voice full of shock and concern. Turning to the Arrow, he growled, 'What the hell are you doing with her to get her shot?'

'Her is right here Q,' Felicity rolled her eyes and sighed at the two men squaring up to each other, the EMT silently backing away in the corner of her vision, 'He did nothing, it was all me... Well, I didn't exactly shoot myself, so you can blame Tockman for that. He had a shot on Canary that could have... I threw myself at her and he got me in my shoulder,' Felicity rolled her right shoulder, 'Which, as you can see, is perfectly fine. I had enough of a time convincing this guy,' Felicity jabbed her finger into Oliver's chest, 'That I was okay and that he wasn't going to chain me to the desk again...'

Lance heard the choke beside him, his eyes blinking slowly when the Arrow seemed to shift nervously. Both the Arrow and Felicity hissed as a faint whift of laughter rained down from the nearby rooftops, embarrassed blue eyes turning to glare at the skyline.

'That is not what I meant and you all know it,' Felicity mumbled, 'I really hate my mouth sometimes.'

'I don't...' This time the laughter from the rooftops was far stronger than before, Lance turning away from the two frozen people beside him to glance towards the louder source.

'That is not what I meant either,' The Arrow gruffly coughed and shifted back from Felicity, the blonde's face turning a deeper shade of red than her top, 'You...'

'I think it's best if you just stop right there buddy,' Lance rolled his eyes as his name was called from behind him, 'You're rubbing off on him more than you thought Felicity.'

The flush on Felicity's face seemed to deepen further and Lance groaned, 'Wat the hell is wrong with you two?'

'EVERYTHING!' A voice bellowed from the rooftops, the clear distortion on the voice not disguising the accompanying laugh from being one that Lance would recognise everywhere and anywhere as being from his only living daughter.

'I have the photos from Vegas,' Felicity glared at the rooftops, 'Right here on my phone. Go back to the lair and wait for us... I'm not bluffing Canary... Try me...'

'Go,' The Arrow growled, his head turned upwards, 'I'll be back soon.'

'You need to go as well,' Felicity smiled warmly at the Arrow, her eyes shining bright, 'I'm fine. You need to stop this growly-ness when someone gets a little ache.'

'Felicity...' The Arrow sighed.

'She has a point son,' Lance stepped forward, 'we need to take a statement and that needs to be done sooner than later. Go home, Or wherever it is you go when you aren't racing around Starling stopping crime, and relax.'

The Arrow's shoulders slumped when Felicity stepped back from him, 'Stay on Comms the entire time.'

'Or what?' Lance frowned at the gentle threat, the soft smile on the Arrow's face at odds with the tone.

'I'll dismantle the Salmon Ladder,' Felicity gasped in horror at the threat, Lance's confusion deepening further. A loud bark of a laugh rained down from the rooftops, a few heads around Lance turning upwards.

'That is cruel and unusual punishment,' Felicity scoffed, 'And I think you love that thing more than I do, so it won't be going anywhere.'

'You two can have your lovers quarrel later,' Lance huffed, 'I'll take Felicity's statement and get her back to you in one piece in an hour or so. You,' Lance pointed at the Arrow, 'Need to get out of here before someone decides to try and get a photo.'

Both Felicity and the Arrow twitched, the former rolling her eyes, 'Artemis has a point, you did promise her you'd show her that trick. Go,' She pushed the Arrow in the chest, 'I'll be fine.'

'You said you'd be fine going here,' The Arrow waved his hand towards the building, 'But...'

A camera shutter click cut into the small group and Lance was glad that the photographer had been stopped from getting a clearer angle by the EMT, 'Get out of here.'

The Arrow sighed heavily, his hand stroking over Felicity's cheek earning a softly spoken response from the blonde, 'I'm fine and I will be fine.'

'One hour Lance,' The Arrow growled and stepped back from Felicity. Raising his bow, he fired off a grappling arrow and disappeared into the evening gloom.

'Guys,' Felicity stared at the rooftops, 'Make sure he gets back to the lair in one piece...Tough, you just spent five minutes coddling me, why can't i do the same to you?'

Lance chuckled, his elbow offered to Felicity's uninjured arm. The clear leader of the unofficially named 'Team Arrow' scoffed and took the offered arm, 'Thought so... I'm turning you all down until I'm done. Remember, I know where all the blackmail is.'

'Did you just threaten to blackmail someone while being escorted by a police captain?' Lance schooled his face into a stern glare, the laughter in his chest fighting to get out at the expression of horror on Felicity's face.

'Frak!' the blonde started to panic, 'No, no, no... I didn't, I never said anything.'

'Relax,' Lance's laughter rumbled, 'I'm just messing with you. Shall we get this statement done?'

Almost an hour later the door to the emergency command truck that was stationed near to the building opened and Lance guided Felicity down the steps.

'Oh come on,' The young blonde groaned at the sight of Oliver Queen sat astride his Ducati motorbike, a spare helmet strapped to the back of the machine, 'No, no way.'

'I take it you don't like riding that thing?' Lance smirked as Oliver approached, the Captain waving his arm when Oliver was questioned at the tape.

'That death trap? I hate it.' Felicity scoffed, a frown crossing her face when Lance's phone beeped and he smirked.

'I'm so glad you're okay Felicity,' Oliver wrapped her up in a tight hug, his lips pressing into her hair, 'I've been scared out of my mind since I found out.'

'I'm fine Oliver,' Felicity's reply was muffled against the leather biker jacket he wore, 'You didn't need to come, I can get home just fine. It was my wrist that was sprained, not anything else and I'm telling you now that I'm not getting on that... Thing.'

'The car's in the shop,' Oliver smirked, Felicity knowing instantly that he was lying and that he'd brought the bike deliberately, 'And John is off with Sara...' Oliver glanced at Lance, 'My bodyguard had a daughter recently, hIs fiancé adores the name Sara, so that's what they named her. I didn't mean...'

'You're definitely rubbing off on this guy,' Lance rolled his eyes when Felicity blushed, a sense of deja vue striking him. Oliver's warm laughter snapped him back from his thoughts and the father shook his head and waggled his hand towards the bike, 'Go, get this one out of here and home safely Queen.'

'That last bit is a given Lance,' Oliver's mirth was replaced briefly by a look that told the older man that the former playboy was being deadly serious, 'I think the gang are hunkered down over there waiting for you, Thea's been walking a stripe into your carpet and we've not been able to keep her sat down.'

Both Oliver and Felicity twitched, their heads jerking to the left in unison, the former wincing as Felicity sighed, 'Okay, okay. What is it with you wanting me astride that thing any...way...'

The downright dirty smirk on threatening to appear on Oliver's face stopped Lance's laughter in it's tracks, 'Don't you dare Queen. Get out of here before I decide to take her home myself.'

'Gladly,' Oliver stepped back from Felicity, but one arm stayed wrapped around her body to hold her to him, 'Before we embarrass ourselves further.'

'I'll call you in the morning honey,' Lance gave Felicity a warm smile, 'Get some rest.'

'She will,' Oliver nodded, Felicity giving Lance a waggle of her fingers and a wide smile.

'See you later Q,' Lance groaned at the nickname, the blonde giggling softly as Oliver lead her towards the bike. Just as he was about to turn away, Lance paused at the way Oliver's hand tipped Felicity's chin up and his thumb stroked over her cheek as he leant down and gently covered her lips with his.

'Boy,' Lance muttered, 'if you want your secret to stay secret, then you need to stop making it so damned easy to guess it.'