AN: So this came out while I was writing the Clouds are Clearing and as much as I wanted to put it in that story, I don't see a place for it with where it is going- so I shall begin to do my own drabbles. They do seem to be what all the cool kids are doing in the fandoms. I can't promise regular updates, unless someone wants to throw some prompts my way (wink wink).

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of the characters thereof.

Sorry if Laurel and Felicity seem a little OOC in this one shot or if it feels a bit rushed. I hope you all enjoy it.

~Just Laurel Lance and Felicity Smoak~

The knocking on the door only increased in frequency and volume as Felicity found herself bolting up in bed. She shook the remnants of sleep out of her head before glancing at the clock. 7:00 AM. Felicity shook her head again, she wouldn't have slept through her alarm, and the only time she slept late was on the weekend. She had a very faithful internal clock. Then last night came back to her; Late night surveillance with the guys, the comms failing mid-mission, Oliver and Diggle running into the lair in a panic because Felicity wasn't answering them and finding her with a flashlight in her mouth and two wires from the control panel in her hands. It took her another two hours to fix the glitch in their system, two hours more of Oliver sparring with Roy and her finishing the system diagnostics.

By the time they left the lair it was four in the morning. Roy was still full of adrenaline from his late night, so she humored him and let him chose the movie. She only made it to the opening credits when she fell asleep on the couch. It was a half hour later that Roy shook her awake, telling her that she was taking up the couch and to go to bed.

Knock…Knock…Knock

Felicity jumped from her head, nearly forgetting what woke her up in the first place.

Felicity ran a hand through her matted hair, not having a chance to run a brush through it after only getting a few hours of sleep and being woken abruptly. It was only seven in the morning on Saturday, which for all Felicity cared meant it should be two in the morning. Whoever was knocking on her door better have coffee and an exceptionally good reason for being there so early.

She looked over to Roy, who was sound asleep on the couch, and rolled her eyes. Best guard dog she ever had. He had become a regular fixture in her townhouse about a month after the 'Starling City Battle' (that's what the media was calling it). Oliver had asked if he could stay with her, not long after Roy claimed her couch, and while she didn't think it would be awkward in the slightest to have Oliver sleep on her couch only a month after faux-telling her he loved her, she didn't feel right about kicking Roy out.

Just as she reached the door the offending person knocked again. With a huff she reached up to look through the peep-hole. If it were Oliver on the other side she would have to sit through a five hour lecture about proper safety tips and why she should follow them, and always check who was at the door before opening. To her surprise the person on the other side of her front door was none other than Laurel Lance. Perfect-hair Laurel. Gorgeous Laurel.

"Felicity?" Laurel chose that moment to call out on the other side of the door. "It's Laurel."

What could Laurel Lance want with her at seven am on a Saturday? If it were Sara it would probably be to go and get coffee and muffins from that little café down the block, although it would have been more like noon. She really missed Sara, and their weekend traditions. She was the closest Felicity had come to having a life outside of the lair, which was counter intuitive really because Sara spent as much, if not more time in the lair.

Closing her eyes, and bracing herself for whatever brought the new district attorney to her doorstep, Felicity did a quick once over of her outfit, thankfully having the thought to throw on her long cardigan over her sleep shirt and stretchy capris with the bacon on them.

"Laurel, hey!" Felicity greeted with faux enthusiasm as she opened the door. Laurel's hand was raised as she was about to knock again.

"Hey Felicity." She dropped her hand to the drink carrier being held in her other hand. "Good morning."

"I'd ask you to come in, but I have a sleeping Roy on my couch." Felicity rambled on, but Laurel didn't seem phased by Felicity's abrupt comment.

Laurel smiled, Felicity thought she might have been unsure of how to respond, before thrusting one of the two coffee cups in the carrier out to Felicity.

"I didn't know how you take your coffee, so I just got black." Felicity could have sworn she sounded self-conscious.

"Thank you" Felicity graciously took the coffee but wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. It's not every day that your partner's ex-Laurel shows up on your doorstep at seven am on a Saturday. Laurel never really showed much interest in getting to know Felicity, which was fine for her- Laurel was Laurel, and Felicity was Felicity- they weren't exactly BFF soul mates.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here." Laurel smiled to which Felicity just shook her head and began to say 'no' before Laurel kept going. "Ollie is really close to you, I mean he tells you things that he doesn't tell other people."

"If you're asking me to tell you about Oliver…" Felicity began before Laurel rushed on.

"No, I would never try to betray his trust like that." She frowned at the thought.

It was strange to see a frown on Laurel's face after she stood on Felicity's front stoop smiling since she opened the door. It was also strange to hear Laurel say that she wasn't interested in Felicity's juicy gossip about the Starling City vigilante. Just two months ago, before Slade wreaked havoc on Starling City, Laurel had been leading the crusade for the Arrow, which was Oliver, and also facing her own personal demons.

"Just call him a murderer for the better part of a year." Felicity muttered before her eyes went wide at what came out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, that was supposed to stay in my head- not that, that makes it better but-"

"Felicity, it's ok." Laurel gave her a small smile, what was it with this woman and the smiles. "I was in a low place this year after Tommy- anyway, not that that makes it better." She winked at Felicity. "I blamed a lot of people when I was really just angry with myself. But after Sara left, it got me to start thinking."

Felicity squinted in confusion, simultaneously wishing for cream and sugar so she could drink the coffee in her hands.

"We should spend more time together." Laurel announced, exhaling a breath she must have been holding as she spoke.

Felicity blinked before pinching her lips together.

"We- as in you and," Felicity pointed to herself. "We?"

Laurel gave a good humored laugh, it was as if Felicity being unsure if Laurel wanted to spend time with her was real or not, was preposterous.

"Yeah," Laurel told her. "I don't know about you, but it's been a while since I had a good old fashioned girl's night."

Felicity must have been giving Laurel a look of confusion before Laurel laughed again. This was not the Laurel she remembered interacting with at all. She knew Laurel must have been something for Oliver to love her before the island, during the island, and after the island. She knew Laurel to be a tough woman with a large heart for her family. She also knew that Laurel was near perfect in everyone's eyes. However she and Felicity had never had a conversation that lasted more than five minutes, or was about anything but Oliver.

Felicity wasn't sure she really wanted to spend time with Laurel, Oliver's ex-love of his life. Sure she was friends with Sara, but Sara was different. And now Laurel was looking at her with those big doe eyes that for sure must have been part of the reason Oliver had always been able to drop everything in the world to go to her rescue.

"O-K." Felicity drew out. "How about…tonight?"

Laurel smiled and let out a breath she must have been holding. Strange, Felicity never thought she would make perfect Laurel nervous.

"How about now?" Laurel asked.

Felicity turned to look at the clock on her living room wall before turning back to Laurel.

"You do realize it's, oh, seven …in the morning…on a Saturday?" Felicity pinched her lips, maybe Laurel started drinking again. It would explain her showing up on her doorstep this way, and with everything happening with her father it would make sense. Not that it would be ok, Laurel worked really hard at getting sober again.

Laurel smiled, again.

"I realize that, but there is a self-defense class at the community center on Rosewood. I thought maybe you'd want to come with me."

The light bulb went off in Felicity's head as she nodded.

"Let me just get changed." Felicity told her as she pointed aimlessly inside her townhouse. "You're welcome to come in, but just a warning, Roy is very much asleep on the couch."

"So when did Roy start sleeping on your couch?" Laurel asked as both women walked through the park nearest to the community center.

After their self-defense class, which Felicity felt more than qualified for after all her lessons with Dig and Sara, Laurel had suggested they grab lunch, or brunch as the time would have it. Felicity was having a good day so far, so she didn't see the harm in getting to know Laurel a little more.

"He's had a rough time ever since Thea left, and it's been nice having an extra person to talk to." Felicity rambled.

"And Oliver is ok with another man staying in your apartment?" Laurel asked, not looking at Felicity when she spoke.

Felicity laughed. Oliver had scowled at first when he found out Roy called dibs on the couch first, but never said anything otherwise. She was sure that he was happier that she wasn't living alone anymore.

"I mean," Laurel cut herself off as they came up to a park bench. "I guess talking about my ex-boyfriend and your partner isn't a great start to our friendship huh?"

Now it was Felicity's turn to smile as Laurel took a seat.

"There's nothing going on with me and Oliver." Felicity sat next to her. "And of course it's ok to talk to a friend about what's on your mind, ex-boyfriends and partners included."

Laurel smiled at her and patted Felicity's hand that lay on the bench. They sat in silence for a moment before Laurel turned to look at Felicity again.

"You don't see it, do you?" Laurel asked to which Felicity cocked her head to the side. "They all pick you. Everyone picks you, and you don't even realize."

Felicity scrunched her nose in confusion, unsure of what Laurel meant and how they got there from their earlier conversation.

"Oliver, Sara, Mr. Diggle, Roy, hell, I'm sure my dad would love to sit and have a burger with you some time," Laurel gave a watery laugh. "I know why they pick you, too. It's easy to see."

Laurel knew from the first time she met Felicity that there was something, peculiar was the word she used at the time, different about Felicity. She cared about Oliver and always put him first, keeping his mission in line as her own mission. Sara would tell her stories on the phone some time about Felicity Smoak, and how cute she was. She saw the way Mr. Diggle looked at her, like she looked at Sara, like a little sister that needed to be protected. And the list went on.

Sara may have said that Oliver needed Laurel, but maybe she meant that Laurel needed Oliver- and all of Team Arrow. This year had been especially hard for her and after all that she had been through... losing Tommy, losing Oliver, almost getting disbarred, getting Sara back, almost losing her father…maybe what Laurel needed was what Oliver had already found- Hope.

Felicity Smoak was special. And Laurel needed to see it for herself, no Oliver, no masked men kidnapping them to lure the Arrow to their rescue. Just Laurel Lance and Felicity Smoak. She wanted to see what this girl was made of. She wanted to see how an IT girl could bring super soldiers to their knees. How she can show such unwavering faith to a man she barely knows when he is a killer, and then help him see a new path to take- a better one.

"It must be my rambling and inappropriate commentary." Felicity smirked, causing Laurel to laugh. "Come on, you said brunch, and I want to talk about how you totally wiped the floor with the instructor today."

Laurel laughed as Felicity jumped from the bench, pulling her up and forward as she went.