Hey everyone, it's been a while since I've written anything (under a different pen name) and I'm currently obsessed with Arrow, so be kind to me, but please enjoy. I appreciate comments like you wouldn't believe :)
Felicity Smoak was a nerd, through and through. She'd also been described as a geek, a dork, a weirdo, and a loser. Any of those adjectives would fit perfectly she thought, as she sat alone on her fourth Friday night at home in a row. Curled up on her couch with a bottle of mid range red wine, re-watching Serenity for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her tablet lay beside her at her feet, still open on the last page of Fan Fiction she'd been reading about the Hood, before the movie had caught her attention with one of it's pivotal scenes.
"I'm like a leaf on the wind," the TV spoke, "Watch how I soar," Felicity finished. A tear running unhindered down her cheek as a particularly favourite character met his untimely demise. She shifted slightly, sniffing and wiping away the evidence of her upset.
"Get it together Smoak," she muttered to herself. She turned the TV off and lifted her tablet and her glass, heading towards the bedroom and turning off the lights and locking the door as she went through her night time routine.
She climbed into bed, getting comfortable and lifting her tablet to finish her story. Since the vigilante arrived in Starling City, her regular Fan Fiction site had been overrun with smut filled tales of damsels in distress being saved from the plights of the city by a mysterious green leather clad archer. This particular story was a slow burn, starting with a woman who worked at a bar that had been robbed, and had been rescued by the Hood, who preceded to whisk her into his world and ravage her. The story brought Felicity the release that she desperately needed and she slept soundly.
Work arrived bright and early the next morning and she got through her day by keeping busy working out the bugs in some new programming that Queen Consolidated had developed for a new project in the Applied Sciences department. Five o'clock came around quickly, and she gathered her things together, itching to take out her tablet and continue reading the story from last night. It had become a drug for her and she wasn't able to get the images and the words out of her head. She walked quickly across the parking lot, her high, blond ponytail swinging brightly from side to side as her heels clicked their way across the concrete floor. Her red mini was parked near to the elevator and it didn't take long for her to reach her vehicle.
She threw her bag onto the passenger seat and climbed in. She eyeballed herself in the rear view mirror, fixing her lipstick and mentally telling herself to get a grip to try and curb the raucous thoughts floating through her mind. She heard a small groan from behind her and leapt in her seat, her hand flying to the door handle and letting out a small yelp.
The Hood was in her back seat.
Her mind ran a million thoughts a second.
"Felicity," he gasped.
"He knows my name?" she gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth. "I said that out loud didn't I? Oh God. I'm sorry! I know I'm rambling, I can't help it, when I'm nervous I just kind of babble and it's difficult to st.."
"Felicity," he rasped and she noticed how forced his voice was as he lifted a hand up to pull the hood back from his face, "It's me, it's Oliver."
"Oh my God! Oliver, you're the Hood? Are you hurt? You look hurt. I should take you to the hospital, you look like you need.." She was rambling again and she knew it, but she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Felicity!" he growled at her, cutting off her rambling and silencing her in one word. "I am hurt, but I can't go to the hospital. You have to take me to my father's old steel mill in the Glades. Do you know where that is?"
"Oliver, I think you need a doctor, not a steel worker," she started.
"Felicity, just take me to the steel mill, please." His eyes were fluttering like he was losing consciousness and she panicked. She started the car and raced to the property, not knowing what she was even looking for when she arrived. He grunted from the backseat as she pulled to a stop in front of the building.
He told her what she needed to know to get in and she tried to help him get out of the car, but she couldn't move him by herself and he seemed to have passed out. She ran for the door on the side of the building and tapped in the code that he'd whispered to her, her head felt like it was going to explode. She ran down the stairs and saw John Diggle standing by a bank of computers. "Can you help me? He's heavy" she shouted to him.
They worked on him for hours, the time and the fact that Oliver nearly died more than once, making it easy for her to stay focused. She couldn't help but notice the muscles of his chest though, marred with scars and tattoos that made her want to hold him forever and take all his pains away. When he stabilised, thoughts of the Fan Fiction she'd been reading began to creep back into her mind, with the hooded vigilante's face now replaced with the beautiful man that lay helpless in front of her.
Thank you for reading my lovelies, I'll see you soon for the next installment :) - Lunabug xx