A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another story when I haven't finished this one, but I started and couldn't stop and I just wanted to see what others might think of it. I'm sure that this has been done before, but this is my take on the thought. Leave me a review with suggestions and thoughts, I love to hear them! I can leave it here if you guys want or I continue. I've got ideas of where to go if you guys want more, but it doesn't have to be continued. Anyway, onto the story.

Skinny love- when two people love each other and are too shy to admit it, but they still show it.

The story was always told the same. The goddess Aphrodite gifted the humans of the earth soul mates. A person on the planet that matched them perfectly in every way and would love them to the end of time, but humans were dumb creatures that did not recognize this gift and that frustrated the goddess immensely. To help the humans along, she took their ability to see color away, only allowing them to see in black in white until there came the time when they met their soul mate and the world burst into bright colors, allowing them to recognize their other half and living a happy colorful life with them.

When Felicity met Oliver that day by her desk, she had been surprised by the explosion of color that surrounded her. Her head reared back and she blinked at him in surprise as he watched her. "Felicity Smoak? Hi, I'm Oliver Queen."

She gulped. "Of course! I know who you are. You're 'Mr. Queen'"

He pursed his lips. "No. Mr. Queen was my father."

"Right. But he's dead. I mean, he drowned. And you didn't. Which means you can come down to the IT department and listen to me babble. Which will end in 3… 2… 1…" God, she couldn't have made any more of a fool of herself in front of her soul mate? Speaking of, why hadn't he mentioned it? If they're soul mates, then why wasn't he just as shocked by seeing color as she was? Oh, god, did he not see color? Was she one of those people that saw colors with the wrong person? She knew it happened to some people. She always thought that it wouldn't happen to her, but anything was possible. That and it seemed to run in her family. Her parents weren't soul mates. Her mother saw color when she looked at Felicity's father, but Noah didn't. In an effort to keep him, Donna slept with him and got pregnant quick, hoping that a baby would hold him to them. It was proved utterly unsuccessful when Noah met his soul mate when Felicity was three and took off. Her grand father was the same way. He met a woman who helped him see color, but who didn't see it with him. He married her and they had children, but Felicity's grandmother died colorblind, unwilling to abandon her children to go looking for her soul mate. Being the kind woman that she was, Felicity imagined that even if Jean Smoak had found her soul mate, she would have stayed with her husband. After so many years together, she had learned to love Logan and they were happy enough until the kind woman's death five years prior.

Felicity blushed furiously upon realizing that Oliver was talking and forced herself to pay attention.

"-ing some trouble with my computer and they told me you were the person to come and see. I was at my coffee shop surfing the web and I spilt a latte on it."

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Cause these? Look like bullet holes."

"My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood." It was all Felicity could do to not burst out laughing. Instead, she bit back a smile and took the laptop from him, setting to work on it immediately. Rather than leaving as Felicity had expected, Oliver pulled the chair from in front of her desk and pulled it to her side, perching on the edge as he leaned forward and watched her work.

Felicity felt nervous and tried to find a way to ask the question on her mind without seeming too curious. "So…" She bit her lip. "Were you at the coffee shop looking for your soul mate?" Wow; smooth, Smoak. "I mean, that's what I would do if I'd just gotten off an island." Someone stop her, she was making it worse. "Not that I have been." Oh, that's so much better; single him out. "But if I had, that's what I would do. Unless you found her before the island." Oh, god, what if he's gay?! "Or him. Maybe your soul mate is a him." She needed psychological help. She was only making herself sound stupider. "And I'm going to stop talking now. Because I'm being way too personal. I should just shut up. Which I am going to do. Right now." Felicity mentally counted back from three in an effort to keep her trap shut. There was a small huff of air that almost resembled a laugh and Felicity's cheeks flamed bright red. He was laughing at her!

"I met my soul mate before the island. We had problems, but we're trying to work through them."

Felicity nodded. Just as she had feared, she met the person that was perfect for her, but who she wasn't perfect for. "Cool. That's good for you guys."

She could feel his eyes on her. "What about you? I don't see a ring and forgive me if I'm making wrong assumptions, but you strike me as the person that would marry your soul mate the second you met him." A pause. "Or her. Maybe your soul mate is a her." Oh, god, he was parroting her words. Could he make himself anymore attractive? God, this was painful.

The blonde could only try to think of a way to give him a suitable response. "I… met him recently." Come on, Felicity, don't say anything too revealing. Give him a believable but totally fake story. "It turns out that he was my soul mate, but I wasn't his." Shit. Well done, Felicity, you fudged it again."

Oliver went very still next to her. "That's unfortunate. I'm so sorry."

Felicity shrugged. "It's not unheard. Runs in my family."

Oliver stared at her and Felicity couldn't help but look over to him. He was frowning at her, blue eyes staring into hers and anxiety bubbled in the pit of her stomach. "Is that so?"

Felicity nodded. "My mom, my grandfather, great grand father, great, great grandmother. I could go on for days."

"Any idea why?"

Felicity turned away from him, looking back to the computer and tapping a few keys. A loading screen appeared as her computer started searching the laptop she had hooked it up to. "I have a theory that I have yet to prove. Or to ever prove, really."

"Care to share?"

Felicity sighed. This was too deep a conversation to be having with someone she just met, but she felt like she just had to tell him everything. "Well, my theory is that it's because they all were born from a couple that weren't soul mates." She bit her lip, wondering if she should continue. A looked from Oliver that told her he was intrigued helped her continue. "It started with my many greats grandfather. He was a man-whore that slept with just about anything that moved and my many greats grandmother got pregnant. She raised the kid on her own because my grandfather found and married his soul mate and left my grandmother behind. She raised the child anyway and found and married her soul mate and that's history, but the first child found that he met a wonderful woman and saw color only to realize that he wasn't her soul mate. He slept with her and got her pregnant and forced her to marry him anyway. They had three children and all three found the same thing. They met people that gave them color, but they didn't give color to. Two of the children let their soul mates go and watched from afar, but the third, the only daughter got pregnant with her soul mate's child and thus repeated the pattern.

"Most of the people in my family hear this story and don't marry their soul mates because they don't want to continue to produce offspring that will be hurt by this, but my grandfather and grandmother had two kids. My mom and my uncle. My uncle met his soul mate, found out that our family's 'curse' is real and… killed himself. My mother met my father and tried to trap him by getting pregnant, but he met his soul mate and left us. That leaves me. And as much as I want to, I'm not going to get involved with my soul mate and let this curse just die off."

Oliver frowned at the conclusion of her story. "You don't want kids?"

Felicity shrugged. "Not anytime soon. And besides, I can just adopt. Not a big deal. There are plenty of kids out there that need homes."

Oliver nodded and those deep eyes of his searched her face, looking for answers to which she didn't know the question. Then the computer beeped and Felicity turned back to it, pulling up all the files. They spoke only of the laptop for the rest of the visit and Oliver left shortly after. Later that night, Felicity went home and sat on a barstool at her breakfast bar with a large class of wine and called her mother. "Mom? I met my soul mate today. I'm not his." She put her head down on her arms and sobbed into the phone, listening to her mother's words of comfort.