Author's Note: So this is just a new story I'm working on, and the chapter poured out of me so fast!
Summary: Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak are CEO & employee by day, but their nighttime aliases are bitter rivals by night.
Disclaimer: I don't own shiznit of Arrow.
Chapter 1: Clover
"Where is the Count?!" the Arrow growled, his voice deepened by the voice modulator. He had an arrow loaded in his bow, pointing at the low-life drug dealer, that he'd just caught pushing vertigo to underage kids. They were inside of a large, dim-lit basement, with a door on either end.
"If you wanna find him, you gotta get through me!" the man spat. Oliver released the Arrow into the man's shin, causing him to lose his balance and growl in pain.
"You and what army?" Oliver asked walking up to the man as he pulled another arrow from his quiver. Just then, ten other men surrounded them with guns.
"This army!" the drug dealer laughed as the sound of guns cocking echoed through the large space. In an instant, an arrow flew from above, disarming the men. They all turned to the direction it had come from. An archer jumped down from the vent in the somewhat low ceiling.
"Magnetic arrow," the woman said. She was dressed in all black: tight leather pants, knee high combat boots, a cropped top that stopped just above her navel and a black mask that just covered her eye area. For a moment, Oliver was mesmerized by her loose wavy blonde locks and bright fuchsia lipstick. The Arrow and the mystery archer simultaneously took out three men each with arrows.
"Wait! We'll tell you what you wanna know!" One of the men yelled out. Oliver pointed an arrow at him.
"I'm waiting," he growled. In unison, the remainder of the men popped a tiny blue tablet in their mouth, and began seizuring before going limp. "Dammit!" he growled, angered that he didn't get any information out of the men. Then he remembered the mystery archer that was still in his presence, and in a split second, pointed his arrow at at her.
"Do something nice for a guy and he points an arrow at you in return." the woman laughed. Oliver felt his anger rising as he remained silent, keeping his bow in position. "You know a thank you would've sufficed just fine."
"Thank you?!" He growled questioningly.
"You're welcome!" the woman replied cheerily.
"You. Got. In. My. Way!" He retorted, his voice rising at the last word.
"First off...Arrow? That's what you're calling yourself these days, right?" She started off. "You might as well lower the bow, we both know you're not gonna shoot me."
"Try me," Oliver aimed at her forearm and released the arrow, before loading up with a new one.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" she yelped before yanking the arrow out of her arm. "I can't believe you shot me!"
"Who. Are. You?" He asked, advancing toward her, arrow aimed at her chest.
"Someone who saved your life, buddy!" the woman growled, now barely feeling the pain.
"I didn't need saving!" He yelled.
"Oh, please, these guys were about to turn you into swiss cheese and you know it!" She yelled back, now aiming one of her own arrows at him.
"Oliver, what's going on?" His partner, John Diggle asked over the comm.
"Nothing, just a pest problem." Oliver answered.
"Pest?! Well that's rude! You know what else is rude? Shooting someone who saved your life!" she laughed, shooting the bow out of his hands. She reloaded swiftly and shot the second arrow into his forearm. Oliver growled, feeling the pain of the arrow that had just gone through his arm. "Payback, asshole." She pointed another arrow at him.
Oliver was annoyed but intrigued by the woman.
"Get out of here before I change my mind," Oliver growled. The woman rolled her large blue eyes before backing away towards the door, still pointing her arrow at him.
"By the way, the name's Clover." she said before slipping through the door. Seconds later, Oliver could hear her pull off on a motorcycle.
The Following Morning
Felicity Smoak's wet feet padded down the hall of her apartment, from the bathroom to her bedroom. Clad in her bath towel, she gently wrapped a fresh bandage around her forearm, where the Arrow had shot her the night before
"So much for wearing short sleeves today." she muttered to herself, before standing and walking over to her bed. She had already laid out her clothes before her shower.
She slipped on the matching black bra and panties before slipping on an emerald green silky button up, only leaving the two top buttons open. She pulled on her knee length black pencil skirt, tucking her shirt in before zipping it up. Her phone began to ring, so she popped in the Bluetooth before answering.
"Hey, Laurel," she answered. Laurel was her first friend upon moving to Starling from Central City.
"Hey, Lissy, you better be awake and getting ready!" the woman responded.
"I'm already dressed, and please don't call me that ever again." Felicity retorted, pulling her blond locks into a ponytail and sliding on her glasses.
"Good, open up, your hallway is hot as hell," Laurel laughed.
"Coming," Felicity responded before hanging up and going to open her apartment door. "Why do you always call when you're already here?"
"Relax, Grumpy, I come bearing coffee before your big interview." Laurel said, pushing the hot Starbucks cup into her hand.
"Bless your soul," Felicity smiled, stepping aside to let Laurel in.
"The place is looking beautiful, Lissy." she said looking around the somewhat furnished apartment.
"Yea, it's starting to feel like a home." she smiled, sitting her coffee on the counter and walking to her room with Laurel in tow.
"So, are you ready?" Laurel asked excitedly. Felicity slipped on her black heels.
"Are you kidding? This is a dream job, I hope they hire me." she said nervously, closing the clasp of her watch.
"Queen Consolidated contacted YOU for an interview. They're going to hire you." Laurel smiled. "You look great by the way."
"Thanks," Felicity smiled back.
"What made you go with the long sleeves instead of the peach peplum we were looking at yesterday?" Laurel asked curiously.
"I had a run in with the Arrow last night. I save they guy and he shoots me. Can you believe that?" Felicity asked, shaking her head and grabbing her car keys. The ladies grabbed their coffee and left the apartment.
"Unbelievable, that guy," Laurel replied, while Felicity locked up her apartment. "Tell me you got him back."
"Of course!" She laughed, leading Laurel to her car. "What time do you have to be at work Lawyer Lady?"
"I'm off today. I'm here for moral support all day," Laurel answered, slipping into the passenger side of Felicity's red mini. They drove in the direction of QC. Felicity let out a sigh. "What's up, Lis?"
"I don't know, just nervous, I have no reason to be nervous right? I mean I am an IT genius." Felicity stated as they pulled into the parking lot.
"Damn straight, you are! You fight bad guys, you can't be afraid of this!" Laurel smiled, leading her inside the large building.
Oliver Queen looked through the last file Walter Steele had given him. He was to interview three potential candidates to work at Queen Consolidated: two of which he'd already completed. His mother, Moira Queen, wanted him to take more interest in the company since it would eventually be his.
He'd only been back from Lian Yu for a year, but he felt like so much was being expected from him. He let out a sigh as he looked at the resume. Felicity Smoak: graduated the top of her class with a dual masters in Cyber Security and Computer Science from MIT. Just then, his office phone rang.
"Pamela?" He answered.
"Good morning, Mr. Queen, your 10 o'clock appointment is here." Pamela replied.
"Be right there," he said before hanging up. One more dramatically boring interview to lead. He left his office and walked into the large reception space.
"Ollie, hey!" Laurel called as he approached. Oliver gave her a quick hug.
"Good morning, Laurel." He replied, "And you must be Felicity Smoak, it's a pleasure." He extended a hand to the beautiful, nervous blond before him.
"It's great to meet you, Mr. Queen." She smiled, shaking his hand.
"Call me Oliver, Mr. Queen is my father." he smiled reassuringly.
"Yea, but he's dead," Felicity mentally face palmed herself when she heard the words fly out of his mouth. "I mean he drowned.. I mean.. I am so sorry, Mr. Queen, um, Oliver." she laughed nervously before finally releasing his hand. "I'm a... babbler."
"That's okay, Miss Smoak," he said, smile still in place.
"Well, I will wait out here, go get this genius interviewed, Ollie." Laurel smiled.
"Right, follow me," Oliver gestured.
"Well, Miss Smoak," Oliver started.
"Just Felicity," she smiled.
"Felicity," he started up again with a smiled. "It's been a great pleasure meeting and interviewing you."
"Well you've been doing a lot of the pleasuring," she started causing his eyebrow to raise. "Not like that! I mean, you haven't been pleasuring me, obviously we're not sexually involved or anything, I just meant that you've been really...nice." she smiled nervously. "And I probably just lost any chance of working here."
"Not a chance, Felicity, this company needs you." Oliver said genuinely. "As for the 'pleasure talk', it'll be our little secret." He winked, jokingly.
"Oh-um... I-" she choked out blushing furiously.
"You're hired." He stated simply. "When can you start?"
"Whenever you need me to." She answered, finally returning to her normal color.
"Great, how's Monday?" he asked.
"Perfect," she smiled as Oliver pulled a small stack of paper from his desk.
"Okay, so this," he said revealing the thick packet and handing it to Felicity. "Is your employee handbook. Rules, regulations, salary information, job description, and a general map of the building is all here."
"Great," she smiled, flipping through it absentmindedly.
"This form, I need you to sign now. It just states that you understand the job you're here to do and will abide by all rules." He said handing her the lone form. She quickly ready through it before signing her name. Oliver stood and she followed suit. "Welcome to the Queen Consolidated family."
"Thank you, Mr. Queen, you won't regret it." Felicity smile, sharing his hand.
"Oliver," he corrected, "and I know."
Hey guys, so I have a crap ton of story ideas right now but this is just my second one. What do you guys think of Felicity being an IT girl by day and Clover by night? (I could not for the life of me think up a name lol)
This story will include some events and villains from Arrow, (the past is the same for the most part), but things are gonna go down much differently.
So, read, review, and tell me what you do and don't like!
Xoxo cloverlotus