Okay...so long time reader, first time writer for the Arrow fandom! I am a big Olicity fan, but this story just wouldn't leave me alone. I hope some of you out there enjoy it. This is going to be completely Oliver/OC (please don't hate!) Drop a review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing.

I Need a Hero

"Abigail Merlyn," Robert Queen beamed as he saw the young girl making her way down the pier. She tried to bite back her smile as her grip tightened on her duffle bag. "Last we talked you decided school was more important than a business trip to China."

"My professors let me take the semester off, treat it as an internship. I couldn't pass up China." This time she did smile, allowing Robert to pull her into a hug.

"Does Malcolm know you're here, Abbie?"

"Have you ever seen Malcolm Merlyn cry?" She asked as Robert choked on a laugh. "That's because I don't tell him things like this."

"He'd be proud of you, sweetheart." Abigail smiled as she pointed to the Queen's Gambit, the boat they'd be taking across the pacific to China.

"I'm just going to put up my things." He nodded as she moved onto the boat.

Abigail moved through the small hallway before throwing her bag onto a bed in one of the cabins. She pulled out her phone, debating on whether or not to call her father. At the very least she thought that she could tell her brother that she'd be leaving. They both thought she was heading back to Princeton today, instead she was leaving for China and there was no way she was going to miss out on meeting the investors Robert had planned to introduce her to. A week was plenty of time to work up the courage to let her dad know that she was being taken under the wing of his close friend, albeit competitor.

She put another smile on her face as she left the room and made her way back up to the dock to wait with Robert. She was surprised to see Moira hugging her husband when she finally made it back onto the dock.

"Abigail, I had no idea you'd be joining Robert." Moira said as she pulled away from her husband and staring shocked between the two. "Does your father know you're going?"

"No, I'll call him from China. He's less likely to ground me if I'm on a different continent."

"Got room for one more?" Oliver's voice pulled the attention of the small group. Abigail's expression went from smiling to disappointment in a second flat. "Abs, didn't know you were coming."

"I decided last night. Your dad asked me if I wanted to learn some more about the company and meet some of the investors." She told him, both giving each other forced smiles as they tried to glare down at each other.

"No, Oliver." Moira said as sternly as she could. "You've got school."

"No, not really." He said, shaking his head and sharing a look with Abigail, before turning to his father. "I forgot to tell you that."

"This is good." Robert announced cheerfully. "He could learn a thing or two from this little girl. We could be staring at the next power couple of Queen Consolidated."

"Dad," Oliver sighed as Abigail scoffed.

"You both laugh, but if I had my way you two would be the next CEO and CFO of that company." The tired look Oliver gave him only prompted Robert to continue. "Hey son, you don't want it then I can turn the company over to her. She's more than capable of being CEO."

"That's nice dad. Can we at least call off the arranged marriage, then?"

"Don't be silly, Ollie. I've already put a down payment on our summer vacation home in Tahiti." Abigail joked as she bumped his side softly. Oliver couldn't hold back a smile this time, placing an arm around her as he pulled her closer into his side.

"Why didn't you say anything, you know I hate islands." He said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Abigail couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips.

"That's okay, I'll use it for all my torrid affairs I plan on having." His smile faltered for a moment, not escaping Abigail's notice. "I was with Sara last night." She said even quieter.

"Abbie, I…" Oliver watched her carefully.

A throat clearing from beside them pulled the two apart, both smiling as they turned back to his parents. Oliver's arm immediately dropped away from Abigail as she took a few steps away from him. Moira was staring at them with a look of concern, but Robert had a large knowing smile on his face.

"Will you both be careful?" Moira asked as she stepped towards her son to embrace him. "I love you so much."

Abigail noticed the car pull up about the same time Oliver did. She tried her best to pull his parents attention back to her as he went to talk to Laurel. Robert put an arm around her as he continued to talk to Moira about all of his future plans for the company. Abigail barely heard a word they were saying as she watched the couple at the entrance to the marina. She finally felt herself relax when she saw Oliver jogging back down to meet them.

"Ready?" He asked as she stepped behind Abigail, an arm wrapping across the front of her shoulders. He didn't wait before steering Abigail back towards the boat.

"How's Laurel?" She asked when she was finally able to break away from him.

"Said she'd miss me and gave me a picture, too."

"Oh, is it a dirty one?" Abigail laughed as he gave her an exasperated look. "Oliver, you love her don't you?"

"I don't know." He said as he stared down at the picture in his hand.

"Well you need to figure it out, because this thing between you and Sara is not good for anyone."

"And you know what's good for me?" He asked, moving to stand directly in front of her. "What if I'm just waiting for the right girl?"

"Yeah and what's she like? Model body with a high alcohol tolerance and a hell cat in the sack?" She asked with a smirk. Oliver openly smiled at her, his hands finding her hips to pull her closer.

"Not sure about the sex, but two out of three isn't bad." He said as he dipped his head to whisper in her ear. "Although, I wouldn't mind seeing what you're like in bed."

Abigail pushed him away, trying to look offended. It was hard to stay angry with that boyish smile on his face. Instead she swatted his hands away as he reached out for her hips once more.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Oliver. You just might get to keep them." She called over her shoulder.

"Kids, we're about to head out." Robert called out to them.

Abigail nodded as she headed into her room, leaving the two men alone in the hall. Robert steered his son into another room, closing the door before making himself a drink.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Robert asked as he took a sip of the scotch.

"What, Abs?" Oliver asked as he got comfortable on the couch. "We've been friends for years, Dad. We're just messing around, she's like a sister…or cousin."

"I don't believe that for a second. You've been in love with her since you were eight." Robert said as he took a seat across from his son. "You probably don't remember this but we went to her first ballet recital. She was in this pink tutu and you said, and I quote 'I'm going to marry her, Dad.'"

"I said that?" Oliver asked with a laugh.

"I know I've always joked about the two of you, but it's inevitable, son. You just need to grow up first. She's not like the other girls. She won't give you a chance until she knows you're done screwing around."

"She's nineteen." Oliver said.

"So is Sara." With that Robert left, heading up to the deck. Oliver sat there thinking about his father's words.

He got up to pour himself a drink. He couldn't stop replaying the smile Abigail gave him earlier. The feeling he got in his stomach was nothing new, but this time it had a new weight. He knew he'd have Abigail by his side for the rest of his life, but never thought of how she'd be there.

It was strange to envision her at QC as an executive, he'd always thought she'd show up to visit him. She'd bring dinner when he'd have to work late, and maybe there'd be pictures of them together on his desk. The thought that really terrified him though was the idea of her disappearing. She was beautiful and could have any man. God knew there were plenty out there just waiting for a chance to be with her. Finishing off his scotch, he left the office only to find his dad carefully leading Abigail back to her room.

"Is it bad?" Oliver asked, moving closer to Abigail and taking her arm.

"We're going to turn back." Robert said. "You two stay down here, try to relax."

Abigail nodded, stepping into Oliver as he turned her into her room. Her fingers found his as she pulled him in behind her. "Storm's terrify me." She admitted.

Oliver sat with her on the bed, taking her into his arms to help her relax. It didn't take long for her to fall against his chest, his arms circling her. Abigail's fingers ran down his arm, tracing over his smooth skin.

"Laurel will be happy when we get back." She said quietly.

"Yeah, we have a lot to talk about." He sighed against her hair.

"You're going to tell her about Sara?" She asked turning to stare at him shocked. "Wow, Ollie."

"That and probably tell her I don't want to move in together."

"Are you going to break up, again?"

"Probably," he said staring down at her. "It's time I grew up."

"Really, you think leaving Laurel will make you grow up? She's good for you."

"What if there's someone better?" He asked staring down at their joined hands.

"Come on, Ollie. She's the best out there for you. It takes a strong woman to put up with your shit."

"Thanks, Abs." He sighed, moving away from her slightly.

"You're welcome. You know I'm here to tell you shit like this. Kind of like a mirror."

"There's no way I look as good as you." He smiled.

"Don't do this, Oliver." She sighed completely moving away from him. "I'm not some club girl that you can charm your way into my pants."

"No, you're way more than that. Come on, Abbie. We could be good together."

"We are good, but I'd be great alone. Your dad really is helping me. I want to be a CEO one day. Dad won't give me Global, but if you don't want QC I'm going to take it. If I were to finally break down and be with you, I'd Oliver Queen's girlfriend, wife, whatever. I'm already Malcolm Merlyn's daughter, and I can't take another title like that."

"I think you'd make an amazing CEO, Abigail."

"Thanks, but so would you Oliver." The two smiled at each other, their hands still clasped together. Abigail screeched as the boat pitched forward. "Ollie!" She cried as she reached out for him.

The rushing of the water was heard then. Everything happened quickly. One minute they were surrounded by freezing water, the next they were huddled together on a life raft. Abigail kept her arms wrapped around Oliver's middle as he pressed his lips to her wet hair. The feel of her warm tears sent shivers through her body.

"Hey, you're going to be okay." Robert said.

Abigail glanced up at him, her grip tightening on Oliver. "What do we do? Someone's going to come looking for us, right?"

"Shhh," Robert said, placing his hand on her cheek, thumb rubbing away her tears. "You need to rest."

Abigail nodded, burying herself into Oliver's chest. His arm held her close, one hand running over her hair. He could feel her breathing slow against his chest. He wasn't sure how long it took before she was asleep.

"Dad," Oliver said quietly. "They are looking for us, right?"

"The storm's too strong, even if they did we'd be a long way off from the wreckage. And if they do eventually look, it'd be days at least." Robert said wrapping an arm around his son. "Don't worry about it now. Just hold onto her."