HEY EVERYBODY ! FIRST OF ALL, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT THIS STORY IS INITIALLY WRITTEN IN FRENCH BUT I RECEIVED FEW PRIVATE MESSAGES ASKING ME TO POST IT IN ENGLISH SO HERE WE GO =) I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE BECAUSE IT WAS SO HARD FOR ME TO TRANSLATE THIS STORY SO... SORRY FOR THE BAD ENGLISH. AND THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR READING THIS FICTION =)

Chapter 1 :

Sometimes, life can be full of suprises. One day, you are Felicity Smoak, a young girl employed in the computer department of a company, a large company, the « Queen Consolidated » company. Unless proven otherwise,you live your life like any normal person : you get to your work in the morning, you sit at your desk and start doing what you're paid for. Then ? Then you spend you entire day between your many screens and your keyboard, you spend you entire day answering questions and requests from the Queen Consolidated employees.

Nothing unusual you would say. Oh yes ! Incidentally, and in addition to my passion for electronics and computers, I've developped a kind of super powers in this area, super powers which are perfectly legals of course. Well, if the hacking is considered as a legel activity ...But that's not the point. Because the real issue here is how your life can change from one moment to the next, from one minute to the next. This is what happened with Oliver and ... the rest of it.

Since several months, I was doing some research for Mr. Queen, well, unusual research. Anti hangover drink that proved to be the drug that was called Vertigo, recovering the contents of a hard disk, which the laptop reminded me one of these targets in a club shot rather than a real computer. And then "The Hood." This famous vigilante that everyone was talking about, constantly, who was gradually restoring justice in the city, arresting the men who were destroying Starling City.

I'm blond, it is a fact , but not one of those who can pass the physical evidence before them without flinching . And even though I had doubts about Oliver , I had three options. 1 ) Accusing one of the richest and most prominent men of the city to be The Hood . With that, provide evidence to the police that I had used any illegal ways which may exist to help him . And accusing me of being at the same time , how do you call it again? Oh yes, a partner ... 2) I couldn't say anything , keep helping him , pretending to have no suspicion of anything and keep doing what I was doing since so many years: using all the competences acquired in data processing so that I could, I hope so, helping with a cause much better than that achieved by an employee in a computer department.

And this is not an option, but rather an observation: Accusing Oliver of being The Hood would be me surely return to unemployment. In the best of cases.

But as I said, life offers you more surprises. I realized it the day I found Oliver in the back seat of my car. Well, no, the day I found 'The Hood "on the back seat of my car, new ucar I might add. Car that I should return one day or another to the rental company. Obviously. I still wonder how I can justify the blood stains on the leather seats. Why not a "I welcome The Hood, the most wanted man in the city on the back seat, but as he was going to bleed to death, I had to drive him to his secret cave you know like ... Batman ... Thank you for the rental, have a good day "I doubt that this kind of answer is appropriate enough. Or maybe it is. And ten minutes later, I'll be in a police van, surrounded by heavily armed men. Good idea.

That day, I knew my life won't be common or simple. Never. I finally gave real meaning to my life and if it meant putting my own life in danger, through all legal barriers to an end just when I thought I would. Oliver. For this city. And finally give a proper value to the word "justice." Months have passed. The events also, more or less serious, if we can just call "serious" the destruction of the Glades. Diggle and I had convinced Oliver to come back to Starling City, and better yet, to endorse his new suit again. Because this is the role of a teammate, right? Yes, but things are not so simple.

« Felicity, don't do that ! Stary with me, do you hear me ? »

I didn't understand what was happening. Among all the memories and thoughts that roamed my mind , I suddenly could hear the distant voice of Oliver. When I opened my eyes , I realized that I was not in one of his strange dreams but in reality. The first thing I saw was the white ceiling of the Queen Consolidated and second , Oliver 's face leaning over me. He had this worried expression on his face, like every time something bad happened .. Third , it was the pain that came almost at the same time as my conscience. A confusing pain that spread throughout my chest , up my arm , preventing me from even saying a word. In my awareness, I had not noticed that Oliver's hand was pressed against the top of my chest. When I realized that , I suddenly remembered what happened few minutes earlier. I closed my eyes.