So I'm venturing into another fandom. My love for Olicity rivals all of my other ships and it amazes me a bit that this is the first time I'm writing an Arrow story. I've finished this already, but because of midterms and such there might be a few days between updates. *Hint* I'm more likely to push aside homework if I get reviews (and I'd appreciate them since I'm still finding Felicity's voice.) So for the most part this is all in canon just after Heir to the Demon. Enjoy!


It was just a regular old Sunday. She'd woken up, showered and chosen a bright, cheerful dress as per the norm. Her tablet was snugly tucked into her pink handbag and her latte was in her right hand. There was nothing unusual about this day, identical to all other Sundays in every single way.

The life changing stuff always seems to happen on regular old Sundays; betrayal, doubt and heartbreak.


Felicity navigated her little Honda Fit through the lazy morning traffic towards the Glades. She savoured a sip from her latte as she reflected on the events of the day before. The confrontation with Oliver's mother had not gone the way she'd expected. Felicity is a smart woman so she's in no way unaware of Moira Queen's sordid past; she herself had almost been buried alive under Verdant during the Undertaking. No, she was aware of the fact that Moira could be manipulative with a capital M. She'd admit that she was perhaps a bit blinded by Oliver's kindness and had expected something of the same from his mother. Selflessness had been the party line during the trial and thinking back on it, Felicity supposes that she bought in at least a little bit.

She'd gone in with the intention of confronting Moira with the truth and appealing to her better nature on the behalf of Oliver and of course Thea. Moira Queen it turns out, does not have a better nature. Cold, vicious and snakelike perhaps, but no trace of good nature could be found as she attempted to intimidate Felicity by playing on her apparent feelings for Oliver. Her words had been cold and hurtful. The calculating, triumphant smirk on her face as she ushered Felicity out was burned in her mind.

She chewed on her lip as she thought over her timing. She really wished she'd been able to tell Oliver in a better way and in a much different setting; his mother's mayoral candidacy gala just before his speech was not ideal. She blinked at her suddenly moist eyes as she remembered the way he'd promised she would never lose him. His eyes had been full of compassion and then promise as she spoke of her family and her fears of losing anyone else. And then she'd brought his world down around him. It amazed her that Oliver could even be surprised by the evils of the people around him anymore. She wouldn't blame him if he'd shrugged it off with a look of resignation. Only he hadn't shrugged it off. He'd taken on his mother's betrayal and shouldered the burden of yet another heartbreak.

She'd wanted to speak with him afterwards but he'd looked so lost on the way back to the lair and then the Nyssa/Sara thing had happened and she hadn't had the chance. Team Arrow always came before their personal lives, no matter how much devastation they had to ignore.

The car came to a stop in her usual parking space and she took her time leaving the car. She was anxious to check on Oliver but she was unsure of how to proceed. He'd promised that the hurtful truth wouldn't affect their relationship but it didn't mean that the whole thing wasn't a little awkward. She noticed his motorcycle was parked by the hidden door and followed her feet forward. Her latte had cooled unpleasantly on the drive over, she realised this with distaste as she sipped her takeaway cup. With her free hand she removed the false brick and pressed her thumb on the fingerprint scanner. The door buzzed open as she replaced the brick and walked into the building. She walked across the dark hall and keyed in her code.

The lair was quiet and dark as she descended the stairs. The lights flicked on around her as the motion sensors followed her movement. She dropped her purse on the desk and she booted up all of her screens. She was about to drop into her chair when she picked up on the soft sound of breathing.

Panic seized her and her body tensed. The sensors should have picked up on anyone else being in the basement with her. She slowly twirled on the spot and saw nothing in the area that she'd already walked through. Her gaze fell on the darkened corner on the workout mats. The lights weren't on in that part of the basement and if someone lay in wait for her, that was where they were hiding. She pressed a hidden panic button under her desk that would alert Diggle and Oliver that something was wrong in the batcave. She held her breath, thinking over her best options. Oliver and Dig would get here quickly, she could maybe just stand very still and wait for them. She reached for her cold latte and took a sip to calm her nerves.

She jumped when she heard the sound of a phone vibrating in the darkened corner. Her fists clenched as she waited for the intruder to answer it. The buzzing stopped after a moment and Felicity pushed the panic button again. The phone immediately started buzzing again and her eyes widened. The phone only buzzed when she pressed the panic button. What if it was Oliver or Digg in the corner? What if they were hurt? Felicity was feeling faint as a battle raged within her. It could be a psycho serial killer or it could be Oliver, bleeding and hurt. She slipped off her heels and found herself tiptoeing over the corner, armed with only her latte and a healthy dose of terror. The lights once again turned on in her wake and by the time she found the phone and its owner, it was too late.


Just a short intro, let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading!