A/N: So here it is guys, my long awaited Olicity Fic Bang, Titanic AU. Firstly there has to be a massive thank you to arrow-through-my-writers-block because she wanted me to write this story and was the one who introduced me to olicityficbang so this all happened because of her, and so is my gift to her.
Next I need to thank my cheerleader entersomethingcleverhere because her reactions make me smile! Second Massive thanks to my beta sovvannight who is still working on this piece, and no joke guys she has literally gone through this thing like with a fine tooth comb! (however all mistakes are my own).
I also need to thank fangirlfromthenorthcountry who has had to sit and deal with me stressing over this piece, and helped me with it. Just as Shelby and Christine have too, honestly ladies thank you all so much, you have kept me going especially with all your help with the sex scene...
Finally I have to thank djchika for making my header, It's beautiful, and I annoyed the hell out of her with my questions about the fic bang (sorry I'm a plan freak :P) but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! (I'll have to link to the header next time sorry guys!)
I am going to try to update this daily, so without further ado... Enjoy!

1996 somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean.

"So we found this in the wreckage." He held up the drawing, and the old lady flushed slightly before looking away.

"Ah..." she said softly with a loving smile.

"Who is it great grandma?" the petite brunette asked, standing beside the man holding up the picture.

"We're interested in what happened to that ring, the diamonds more specifically, the Heart of the Ocean, divided," the man butted in.

"Oh you see..." she choked up a little, staring at the monitors of the wreck. "It's been 84 years... I haven't shared this story with a single soul. Not even my children, or my grandchildren, or my great grandchildren," she said staring into the eyes of her great granddaughter.

"What story is that?" the man asked sincerely.

"The story of my time on the Titanic, of the time it crashed... of what I lost and what I gained..." She shook her head a little before her stormy blue eyes met his as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Well, why don't you tell us?" another gentleman said, pulling her up a chair.

"Oh thank you my dear."

"Yes Granny, we're all ears," her great granddaughter encouraged with a smile.

"Well it all started a long time ago..."

April 1912

"All in," Felicity said softly, pushing her money across the table.

"Felicity what are you doing?" Barry leant in, whispering. "That's all we have!" She gave him a pointed look before turning to the pair sat at the table.

"So Sven, Olaf you sure?"

"Why would you bet our tickets?" Olaf turned his brother.

"I got this," he replied.

"You ain't got squat Sven," Felicity teased with a wink. He shook his head in response as he replaced a final card in his hand. Felicity slowly did the same, her eyes giving nothing away as she she glanced at Barry who was fidgeting nervously. "So... Barry?"

"Nothing," he said, dropping the cards onto the table, trying to search her eyes.

"Olaf?" Felicity said, quirking her head.

"Nothing," he muttered, throwing his hand down whilst staring at his brother.

"Sven?" He placed his cards down with a tentative smile. "Two pair. Oh, wow." She slowly turned to Barry. "I'm so sorry, I know how much this meant to you but... We're going home!" She threw her cards down, the brothers staring in disbelief. "Full house!" Barry jumped up, grabbing the tickets.

"Oh my god... We're going to New York!" He waved the tickets around as Felicity stood up, scooping up their winnings. Abruptly, Olaf stood up, grasping Felicity's arms. She looked up into his wild eyes, wincing as he raised his clenched fist, but then suddenly he let go, punching his brother hard in the face and leaving him unconscious in a heap on the floor.

"We're going on the Titanic!" Felicity smiled broadly.

"Well actually..." The bar man's deep voice caused her to spin around to look at him. "The Titanic's going without you, 5 minutes and it's gone." He tapped the clock and then Barry was scooping up the bags as she pocketed the money.

"I don't think it's that impressive," Oliver said as he held open the car door.

"Oh what would you know Oliver? This is the largest and luxurious ship in the world," Laurel said, grasping his hand as she pulled herself out the car.

"Sir you can't park there, the luggage has to be taken around the back," an attendant said with a frown. Laurel glanced over at her man servant, and bodyguard. His hair was slicked back but he had a menace about him. He stepped forward slipping the man a few notes.

"I think they're more than safe in your capable hands," Malcolm said, fixing him with a smirk.

"Of... Of course sir, I'll sort it all out myself," the attendant replied with a sort of bow.

"See Oliver, the things money can do, my money can do," she whispered as she stepped closer. Oliver merely rolled his eyes as his mother slipped from the car too. "Moira, your son is not an easy man to please."

"I don't know what's gotten into him lately," Moira said, staring at him. Oliver sighed as Laurel linked arms with his mother and they headed up the stairs to the ship.

"Well, our engagement gala is going to be such a treat, our two families aligning." Oliver felt his blood run cold at the thought; Laurel was sometimes fun but she wasn't exactly the wife he had imagined. Actually she was, but he didn't want that life, he didn't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage built on lies and money. He couldn't deny the upper-class life style suited him, but then he'd see a family who had nothing but love and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Are you okay Oliver?" Moira asked as they stepped into Titanic's luxury first class.

"Yes, Mother," he replied, taking a deep breath to try to stop himself from feeling that he was stuck.

"Come on, Barry," Felicity shouted as she jumped on the last remaining gangway before they closed the door.

"Wait!" Barry shouted as he heaved the bags with him. The officer glanced them up and down.

"Have you had your checks?" he asked.

"Of course, but I mean we're Americans. We don't have lice anyway," Felicity replied before noticing the man's glare.

"You keep your lady in check, sir," the attendant responded, looking at Barry.

"Oh no we're not a co-"

"We're siblings!" Felicity shot out.

"Oh, well come in." He helped her jump the small gap, before pulling Barry in. "Room's down there." He pointed down the hall.

"What did you tell him that for?" Barry whispered.

"Well, we might not be related by blood, but you've always been a brother to me," she said softly, pulling her bag from him and slipping it on her shoulder. "Let's head up on deck." He nodded as they ran upstairs, passing an array of third class passengers. They quickly got on deck, rushing to the bow of the boat.

"Wow," Barry said, watching as people leant over the edge of the ship while waving manically.

"Bye!" Felicity shouted, leaning over too, quickly grabbing the pole at the very front.

"You don't know anyone," Barry replied.

"Exactly! It's goodbye Britain, hello America." She grinned and then Barry leant over the bars, waving his hand.

"Bye! I'll miss you."

"I'm the Queen of the world," Felicity shouted looking down. "Oh, wow." She pulled back with a frown, planting her feet firmly. "Well I guess I won't be doing that again."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm afraid of heights... which I learnt just now." Barry smiled, shaking his head a little.

"Come on, let's go find our rooms," he said gently, taking Felicity's arm leading her back downstairs.

"32A, 32B... C, D..." Felicity mumbled, pushing through the crowds.

"32G!" Barry exclaimed, pushing the door open and holding it for Felicity to slip in.

"Bottom bunk," she responded, dropping her bag on it.

"Fine by me," Barry said easily jumping onto the top bunk. "Hey fellas." He waved slightly.

"Where is Sven?" the man said to his companion as Felicity started to lie back and relax.

"So this entire suite is ours?" Laurel asked glancing out the 'window'.

"Yes Ma'am, the whole thing," he said, carrying the ice bucket and champagne.

"Well I think it's marvellous," she replied, pouring herself a glass and taking a sip. They walked into an adjoining room to find Oliver surrounded by crates of paintings. "Oliver is an art lover."

"Well I think the place could do with some brightening up," he replied, not even glancing at her.

"Ah, the crazy finger paintings," Laurel said with a shake of her head.

"You wouldn't know real art," Oliver replied glancing at several paintings; the stunned silence in the room forced him to continue. "We got these for a bargain price. Pablo... Picasso? Yes, Picasso, I think he could really be something."

"You need more than talent to succeed," Laurel spat back. "I'll leave you to it," she said stomping out the room and leaving Oliver to his paintings.