Summary: Totally AU/AR. The Arrow was physically exhausted after a drawn out battle that he took a moment to lean against the wall in a dark alley. As he slowly lowered his hood he heard a shocked grasped and a second later a babble erupted "Oh my God, you're the Vigilante. The Vigilante is Oliver Queen. Oliver Queen is the Vigilante." Caught by surprise and intent on keeping his identity a secret, his first reaction was to kidnap that person who turned out to be Felicity Smoak.

Title: EXPOSED

Rating: T, Romance/Humor

Characters:

Oliver Queen is still himself as well as The Arrow/Vigilante (this being early days).

Felicity Smoak was never with QC as either part of IT or Oliver's EA. Instead she owns her own computer software company which she had set-up successfully after graduating with honors in MIT, class 2009.

Everyone else is still the same, Thea is his sister. Moira is alive. But, only Diggle is aware of The Vigilante's true identity until Felicity literally stumbles on it.

Oh, and Tommy is once again alive (I hate killing him off) and Malcom Merlyn is still on top of Merlyn Industries.

I'm still unsure about whether to write in Laurel at this point but definitely appearances by Detective Lance.

EXPOSED

Chapter 1

The battle was unexpected. The enemy was surprisingly skilled in hand to hand combat and adept in the use of the blade.

It took longer than expected but in the end, the baddies where physically subdued, tied-up and ready to be picked up by local enforcement.

The Arrow had quickly fled the scene but his physical injuries had taken its toll on him that he had to take a moment to regroup. Spotting a dark alley, he quickly scanned the area and having been satisfied that it was empty, he felt complacent enough to lower his guard.

After quickly pocketing his mask, the Arrow slowly lowered his hood feeling the need to take a moment to breathe.

The almost inaudible gasp that sounded a split second after he had entirely lowered his hood completely startled him into action.

But apparently he wasn't quick enough for just beyond the dark shadow of the alley way someone, a trace of a silhouette lighted by the overhead street light, definitely feminine, started a babble "Oh my God, you're…you're the Vigilante. The Vigilante is…Oliver Queen. Oliver Queen is the Vigilante. And you're, oh my God! Please don't hurt me, I didn't…I just I had a little too much partying, drank a little too much and thought I was a little sick so I came here, thought it was empty, except it wasn't and you're here all creepy and scary looking and…not so happy to see me…like at all…and about to stick your…pointy thing into me…."

It took all of five seconds, the first second Oliver set his hood back up to cover his face, next he stepped toward the figure with his bow on ready. The next few seconds the figure froze, both hands grasping her car keys and clutch respectively went limp. As the Arrow advanced toward the girl, her survival instincts set in.

She quickly turned around and ran the few steps to a heavily lighted area filtered with people. Noticing the looks she was getting from the bystanders, she mentally commanded her feet to slow to a walking pace. Standing out was one of the things she could do without at that moment.

When she finally reached her car she automatically opened it, started the car and drove home. How she reached the safety of the front of her 2-storey red brick house she would never be able to recount. The adrenaline rush of a few minutes ago finally caught up with her as she lowered her head a few minutes against her steering wheel, willing her heart rate to slow down.

She had to take several breaths to steady herself before she was physical confident that she could walk the distance from her car to her front door. After a few more steadying breaths, she finally turned off her car engine. Glancing to her side, she instinctively reached out for her clutch only to realize she didn't have it with her.

After several temple banging acts against her steering wheel for her mental lapse, she chastised herself for dropping her clutch which contained her phone and wallet. Thank God she had at least the barest of presence of mind to hang on to her keys, at least she still had her car and front door keys with her.

Now all she had to worry about was the quickest way to replace all her IDs and documents that were in her wallet as well as getting a new phone.

She was still berating herself as she unlocked her front door, electing to keep her living room lights off as she intended to collapse into her bed after toeing off her flat pandas. As she trekked barefoot into her bedroom she failed to notice the figure, as still as a statue, in the corner of her darkened bedroom.

As she bounced off her bed, she stretched a hand out to turn on her bedside lamp. The shade of the lamp allowed just a shadow of illumination as she took a moment to exhale a long breath and closed her eyes.

The sudden movement on her peripheral jolted her into a seating position. Recognizing the figure menacingly advancing toward her, she could only manage a, "it's you!" before a hand covered her mouth to stifle a scream that was coming.

"What am I doing here?" she was recovering from a headache.

Everything was dark around her. She couldn't even use the shadows to at least give her an idea where she was. All she knew was that she wasn't in her home. She wasn't in her bedroom and the bed she was lying on was definitely not hers.

Using what faculties she had, she took note of the fact that where ever she was, it was quite comfortable. The bed was the softest she had ever been. The smell of the room, although manly, was in fact clean smelling. If she had been kidnapped, this was a kidnapped victim's paradise. Wait, she thought, she was kidnapped! She was taken from her home. She was abducted by the Vigilante. No, she was taken prisoner by Oliver Queen. He was the Vigilante!

Where was she exactly? And where was he? She tried to stand up from the bed but as she moved she realized that her hands were handcuffed to the bed post. Her thoughts suddenly segued to nightmare flashes of every movie she had watched, she would be tortured, raped or even killed. That's what usually happened when villains tie their victims to bed posts.

"No, no, no!" she started to hyperventilate.

"Don't make a noise," a voice said.

Felicity tried to trace where the voice was coming from by shifting around as much as she could given her current state.

A lamp opened from the corner of the room, and there loomed the shadow of a man, his face hidden by the lowness of the lamp. As he stepped forward Felicity could make out the face of the man, Oliver Queen, now dressed out of his Vigilante costume.

Trying to put on a brave front, Felicity asked him in a stuttering voice, "where am I?"

Oliver had stepped forward until he was beside her dragging a chair with him. He sat on the chair and faced Felicity before he answered, "you are in my room, in my house."

"I'm in the Queen Mansion? Why did you bring me here?" Felicity asked him, shocked.

Oliver leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs and shrugged, "you saw something you weren't supposed to see. You now know my secret. I can't just leave you knowing what you know."

Felicity once again stammered, still scared as to what could happen to her, "and you brought me here. What will you do, kill me?" ending with a whisper.

Oliver huffed, "no one is killing anyone. However, I still haven't decided what I'm going to do with you. So this is the best place for you to be. Besides, this is more comfortable than chaining you up in a dirty warehouse or locking you up in a dark dungeon."

Felicity tugged at the handcuffs, "easy for you to say, you're not the one handcuffed to a bedpost."

"You weren't supposed to be in that alley, so…look, just go to sleep or keep quiet," Oliver told her.

"It's kind of going to be difficult, seeing as I'm handcuffed!" she told him frustrated. "And besides, my clothes are sticky and uncomfortable."

Oliver stood up from the chair, "lucky for you a packed you a few clothes then, if I uncuff you so you can change into more comfortable clothes, will you promise to behave?"

"Felicity…do you promise to behave?" Oliver asked again.

Felicity gasped, "how do you know my name?"

Oliver scoffed, "you left your purse in the alley, which by the way was great. It saved me a lot of time tracking you down. Felicity Smoak, MIT graduate 2009, Top of her class, who upon graduation, immediately set-up her own computer software company that services a lot of the top companies including Queen Consolidated. As perfect as Felicity Smoak is, she apparently also has a penchant for binge drinking at night. We can't all be 100% straight arrows."

"I do not binge drink! I was out with friends. The first one in a very longtime, I just had a few more than I could handle," Felicity defended herself.

Oliver put up his hands in surrender, "now, back to my original question before we got side-tracked, if I uncuff you will you behave?"

Felicity gave her full attention to Oliver Queen for the first time. He really had a rocking body and not bad looking. And the eyes…..

"Fe..li…ci..ty!" Oliver said in frustration.

Felicity was jolted out of her stupor, "fine, I need a bath and a change of clothes more than anything else. And the fact that you brought me to your home, in your room, tells me you at least don't plan to kill me tonight."

Oliver groaned, "nobody is killing anyone. I'm not killing you, will you get that out of your head!"

"Well it's really hard, considering…" as she lifted her hands again to remind Oliver that she was handcuffed.

Oliver fished for the keys in his pocket and went to unlock the handcuff on one of her hands. He then proceeded to put to opened cuff on is wrist and locked it.

'Really, this is how you're gonna play this. I can't take a shower and change if I'm chained to you," Felicity told him frustrated.

Oliver pulled her toward the bathroom, stopping on his way to pick up something from what looked like a walk-in closet and handed it to her. She recognized it as a duffle bag that she owned. Leave it to her capture to actual take the time to pack her a bag of her things. She just hoped that he knew how to mix and match and oh, a sudden thought occurred to her. Did Oliver Queen actually go through her underwear drawer? She had to smile at the thought.

If Oliver caught the smile, he didn't give anything away. He just directed her to enter the ensuite bath, turning on the lights.

After stepping into the bathroom, Oliver looked around then fixed his gaze on her again. He finally exhaled, reaching into his pocket again to get the key out and remove the cuffs.

"I'm giving you ten minutes, that's all. If you're not done by then, I'm coming back in to get you whether your done or not. Use anything you want in there," gesturing to the row of shower toiletries that included a shampoo, conditioner, bath foam, and the like. Well, if you where to get kidnapped, this was definitely the best case scenario, wasn't she just lucky.

She was done in exactly ten minutes, afraid that Oliver would make good on his threat to barge in. Although she he locked the bath, it was his room, so he obviously would have a key. Even if he didn't, he was the Vigilante after all. He could do a simple task as break into his own bathroom.

As she strolled back out, happy that at least he had enough style to pack her sleep shorts and tank top she liked to sleep with. She noted that he was now dressed down as well in sweat pants but was shirtless. Talk about being ripped, his was definitely showing at least a 6-pack. Oops, and she had almost been caught staring at his chest, as he lifted his eyes to her, she quickly turned away.

She paused in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next, still carrying her duffle bag with her. Oliver for his part slowly walked toward her, not really hiding the fact that he was looking at her from head to toe. When he reached her, he held out his hand for her duffle bag and it took him mouthing the word 'bag' before she brought her attention back to him.

After he placed her bag back into his walk-in closet, he gestured for her to get back into bed which she promptly did. By this time, she noticed that only a bedside lamp remained open. Oliver once again mouthed 'wrist' to her and like the dutiful prisoner that she was, she stretch both her wrists toward him as he sat down on the other side of the bed.

He uncharacteristically chuckled at her action before he took one of her wrists and put one of the cuffs back on. He then tucked her back under the covers then made a show of cuffing himself instead of putting the cuff on her other hand.

"This way, there would be no chance of escape," he turned to his other side to shut off the lamp before saying again, "go to sleep, it's almost three in the morning. It's going to be a long day for us." He then settled down on his side of the bed.

Felicity was lying down rigidly, not daring to move. It was all so surreal to her now. Here she was in Oliver Queen's bed, handcuffed to him, literally speaking. If she were to tell anyone about it, she was 100% everyone else would be so jealous of her. He was after all a single-billionaire with a playboy reputation and he could have lured any one to his bed and they would have come willingly.

But, here she was, Felicity Smoak, lying down next to him. And she was anything but a gushing, lovesick fangirl. No, she was not handcuffed to Oliver Queen the playboy billionaire, she was handcuffed to Oliver Queen the Vigilante who still had to decide what he was going to do with her.

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