Author's Note: I'm at it again, another attempt at a Bratva Oliver saga. The backstory of both our leads, Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak will unfold as the story progresses.

For me, Bratva Oliver is the best and I am patiently waiting for the day the Arrow TV, wishing it will be Season 5, will finally feature the long overdue Bratva. Imagine Bratva Oliver and the awesome tech genius Felicity Smoak together, explosive!

In the meantime, we have to make do with hopefully not so lame fics like this one.

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FIRE AND ICE

Chapter 1: One on One

"Mr. Martin, do we have anyone on the staff able to solve this concern?" Oliver all but glared at the man in front of him.

Oliver Queen had the reputation within Queen Consolidated of being a stone cold, never smiling, no nonsense CEO who fired staff, executives included without bating an eyelash when the results he was expecting didn't measure up.

Having been the sole survivor of the accident, or at least that was what was widely believed, that wiped out his entire family, mother, father and little sister included and having been raised in Russia during the last ten years of his life until he return like the prodigal Starling City son two years ago, Oliver Queen had been both the hero and villain when it came to his legacy, Queen Consolidated.

Just when QC was hitting rock bottom after years of struggling left without it's heart and soul Robert Queen, Oliver Queen now all of twenty eight years of age and swooped in and turned QC around in less than a year. Of course that meant cleaning house including firing almost everyone in the organization and revamping almost the entire culture of QC.

Mr. Lawrence Martin remained as one of the holdovers of QC largely because he had the same ties as Oliver had, the Brava. An all-powerful organization that equaled if not surpassed the reach of other similar mafia secret societies, instrumental in toppling down economies and replacing them with more amiable ones.

But even Oliver had reached the end of his straw as far as Mr. Martin was concerned.

Once again, an unknown enemy had breeched the security of Queen Consolidated shutting down the company for almost the whole day already.

Mr. Martin looked at the man thirty years his junior and swallowed before he answered, "we have the one. Hired by QC less than a year ago."

Oliver looked the man dead in the eye, "then get the man on it. You very well know there is more at stake here than just QC and it's confidential data."

Mr. Martin nodded then cleared his throat, "the he is actually a she, Felicity Smoak to be exact. And she has been working on this nonstop since the wee hours of the morning."

Oliver gave nothing away, definitely not the shock he momentarily felt at Mr. Martin's mention that a woman was their one and only savior. A newbie at that since the older man did mention she was a new hire. Oliver lived in a world that still had women pretty much in the backseat, especially as far as the Bratva is concerned.

This was new, even for him. A woman, a young one at that, being front and center.

Instead Oliver again looked at the older man dead on, "I need an update immediately." Then he turned around and all but dismissed the older man who audibly sighed in relief at being dismissed making a beeline for the door of the executive office barely nodding at the only other man in the room instead concentrated in wiping his sweaty brow with his expensive white handkerchief.

As the old man exited the door Oliver turned to John Diggle, his most trusted right hand man.

Because they thought and moved in sync, John knew what that look was all about as he moved toward Oliver extending a mini-IPad to him. John had accessed QC's soft files which he had full access to the moment Mr. Martin mention the woman's name.

"Felicity Meghan Smoak, twenty three. Graduated with top honors at MIT a year ago. Double major in Information Technology and Cyber Security. She was on every respectable company's shopping list but she ended up here. Currently holds the position of IT Specialist reporting to a Supervisor three layers below Mr. Martin. QC's hope is rested on the shoulders of the IT Department's most junior specialist." John finished summarizing what Oliver was reading at the same time of John's tablet.

Oliver leaned back on his chair and contemplated before he answered, "maybe it's time we pay Ms. Smoak a visit ourselves. It's only right given the magnitude of what she is tasked to do."

John nodded preparing to move, "my curiosity has definitely been peeked. And you and me both it's takes a lot for me to be peeked."

The ghost of a smile was seen in Oliver's face. The man never smiled but on rare occasions. When there was only John around, he allowed himself to relax a bit around his only friend. Even at half-ass jokes like that.

She knew she was violating her own rule. No liquids anywhere near the vicinity of her babies.

But this was crisis time.

Catastrophic circumstances.

And she needed her double dose of dark roast coffee to get her blood pumping, not that her adrenaline wasn't enough for her to power on.

This was the first real challenge Felicity had since joining QC, not that upgrading the cyber defenses of QC wasn't a challenge.

But truly, this was the first time she had broken a sweat. Someone, probably as smart as she was, was breaking into QC's supposedly impregnable firewalls. The same one she had designed and re-engineered.

This one was personal.

The moment she had gotten the wake up call at four in the morning from the night shift crew she had run like a mad woman to the QC headquarters. Well, not literally run. She gave herself time to change to something respectable. No time for her to perfectly coif herself, but her four-inch heels, curve hugging bright orange dress and fuchsia lipstick was going to give the deadbeat drunks on the street if they saw her, a heart attack.

Lucky for them, and for her, the streets where almost empty as she arrived at the QC headquarters.

Right now, she was one her fifth cup of her coffee. The other IT staff had been more than willing to do her bidding. Brew her coffee, get her snacks, hell she was sure she could ask them for anything at the moment and they would do it. And that was just the supervisors and managers in her department, all very senior to her very junior stature.

But they knew they where all no match for Felicity Smoak. That fact had been established from her first day in the office when everyone had first tried to argue with her and her ideas and programs but in the end she had shut down all naysayers.

She was the best of the best. She was recruited, bided on and offered a package unparalleled within QC for her services, services that had proved so valuable during the last few months when QC was once again on the rise from the ashes.

She had come a few months after Oliver Queen had taken the reigns of QC, part of the new wave of the next generation of employees.

Mr. Martin had made one of his numerous appearances at her side just now. Without even breaking stride Felicity knew it was he because he carried the unique mixed scent of cigarettes and old spice, yeah men still used old spice.

Before Mr. Martin could even ask for a status report she pre-empted him, "Mr. Martin, I have nothing else to add to what I told you thirty minutes ago. I am still backtracking the breech and locating the source at the moment. I will update you as soon as," a ping interrupted her mid speech that had her sliding her chair toward another screen and typing away at another keyboard.

"I got you now!" She said more to herself than to anyone within hearing distance since about then all her colleagues where now gathered around her trying to make sense of what she was doing.

Someone tried to ask her a question but Felicity quickly raised a hand and made a zipping gesture to silence whomever that was without even turning around.

She failed to notice that the colleagues who a few seconds ago where crowding around her had all but left her side, even Mr. Martin had taken a few steps back as she continued with her not so inner monologue.

"Ohhh, you think you're smarter than me. Well, I've got news for you whoever you are. Although you're probably a fat, middle aged man still living with your grandma in her basement. I got you now," Felicity said again as she typed away with attitude.

The man who was perfectly positioned behind her watch her with hidden fascination. This was something he was no expert on and he was an expert on a lot of things.

At the corner of his eye, he registered the dark skinned man by his side try to suppress a smile at what they were witnessing.

All Oliver could see was a lot of numbers and symbols. He however also noted that all the other occupants of the department had eyes on him and the woman who was busily saving the company form being cyber infiltrated.

Finally after another monologue from the part of Felicity finished off with a couple of high fist pumps, she pushed back her chair with a kick and raised both arms in the air fully intent on seeking applause and recognition from her colleagues only to be confronted with the face of Oliver Queen as she turned around.

That definitely stopped her mid twirl and left her awkwardly with her hands still raised high.

After a few seconds of pause, she hoped it was only a few seconds at least. She pulled her hands down and cleared her throat as the man before her just stared at her saying nothing.

And because she was Felicity Smoak, sassy more than classy, her mouth spurted out words that her brain had yet to process, "and once again crisis averted. Give me five."

Felicity was almost aghast as she finally registered her hand move up, awaiting the action she had demanded from the man before her.

Blue eyes locked into blue eyes, no one moving an inch, Felicity still with one hand raise when out of nowhere a palm suddenly locked with hers. Her requested high five was finally met.

But not by the man who was still in a staring contest with. Nope.

John Diggle had high fived Felicity Smoak. Even John was surprised at his action. But the woman deserved it. She was right anyway. She had single-handedly averted a QC crisis. All five foot four of her.

And while John noted Felicity had registered that she had been high fived by pulling down her hand, she nor Oliver Queen had still moved.

Interesting. John thought.

Oliver took a deliberate moment to let his gaze wonder from foot to head before they locked eyes with Felicity once again.

"My office in five minutes." Oliver finally spoke then abruptly turned to exit the room.