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I watched the season 2 finale last night and I'm about to go on a rant. So if you haven't seen it yet, turn back now for fear of spoiling something for yourself. I'll give you a second to go back.

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OH MY GOD! How awesome was that finale?! The acting, the fight scenes, the storyline – amazing.

A wise person told me just to watch it without expectations so that I don't get disappointed (ala ep 14 – I was expecting some overprotective Oliver goodness, but it was not to be!). So I went in with no expectations, and in fact had convinced myself over the last few days that the pic of Felicity that leaked was not at all what it seemed (my theories ranged from her just being in the wrong place at the wrong time to her being taken on purpose because of a plan – and hey look at that, ding ding ding 10 points to me). But even though it was all a ploy that mansion scene was perfect. And then that beach scene! And of course nothing had leaked about Quentin so that just threw me. Let's just say there was no disappointment this time around.

Anyway, I probably wasn't supposed to hijack my story for a finale rant so on to the latest one-shot...

Firstly, thanks to all who have favourited, followed and reviewed. Seriously huge hugs to those that took the time to review – I know that sometimes we just read and move on, so it means a lot when people take the time to leave a few words!

Secondly, this was NOT the next one shot I had in mind. This is actually the start to another much longer Arrow story that I wanted to write – but that was not going to happen. And then I realised that I used one of the lines from the list of prompts and thought – hey I can use that for my one-shot series!

Thirdly, I realise I talk too much. On with the story…


Are you drunk?

Felicity swallows heavily as she tries to concentrate on what's on her computer screen, wishing that the scrolling text would stop jumping around all over the place. Maybe that third glass of red wine had not been a good idea, she thinks as she shuts her eyes tight and rubs them in an attempt to get them to work properly. But hey she was trying to blend in, and it's not her fault the secret spy den they've created sits under a bar. When in Rome and all that…

She slowly opens her eyes, hoping this time the words on the screen are behaving themselves but groans when she sees they aren't. She closes them again, this time her hands finding the back of her neck as she rolls it from side to side trying to rid the headache she can feel coming on.

She doesn't hear him come in, probably due to his ninja like abilities, so of course she is startled when she feels his hands join hers on the back of her neck. She spins around in her chair to face him, causing his hands to drop from where they were and she immediately missed the warmth of them. The sudden movement makes her feel a little dizzy and she can just imagine that she has her hack face on right then, but luckily it quickly passes as she takes him in.

Oliver is standing there in one of the suits she has dubbed his 'Oliver Queen, playboy billionaire persona' suit. He cuts an impressive image as he stands there, tall and imposing with his 6 foot frame and his hands in his pockets, implying strength and sturdiness.

She knew that he had been scheduled to put in an appearance at the tonight, but she was not expecting to see him down in the basement.

"What are you doing here?" Felicity tilts her head at him in question.

"Well that is my club upstairs." Oliver points above them where Felicity can hear the pounding music. Felicity nods as she swings her chair back around to face her computers. She grabs the table to stead herself. She has got to stop doing that!

"Right, and I want you on top of me." It took all of 2 seconds for Felicity to realise what she has just said. She looks over her shoulder at him.

"I mean, no I don't. I just meant that I feel safer when I know you're around. Like when you're in the club." She corrects herself. "But now that I think about it maybe I do want you on top of me - it would probably be quite enjoyable. You'd probably be a little heavy, in the muscly sense not in the fat sense, but I'm sure we could work around it." Felicity muses, turning back to the screens.

"Are you drunk?" Oliver interrupts her with a smirk. Felicity spins to face him.

"What, no!" She immediately answers. Oliver raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing her. "Ok fine, maybe a little, but you can't assume that from me babbling. I say inappropriate things all the time."

"Yes you do. But you haven't lately." Oliver points out.

"What about the whole Team Arrow thing?"

"That wasn't inappropriate. That was just… wrong." Oliver explains.

"We need a name!" Felicity argues. "I can't very well say that I'm spending every night with you and John."

"I thought you loved spending the night with me?" Oliver grins, thinking back to her comment when he first made her his assistant.

Felicity sighs in annoyance. "You know I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Besides mister, you mentioned our nights first!"

"But it's funnier the way you say things."

"Ha ha. Laugh it up. The little IT girl and her inappropriate babbling." Felicity huffs. "Can we get back to this please?" Felicity indicates her computers which she turns back to.

"You sure are focused when you're drunk." Oliver comments, leaning forward so he can follow what she is showing him.

"Was." Felicity interjects. "I was drunk. You're a total buzzkill."


I know - way too short. I will aim for a longer one next time! Remember I'm happy to take prompts. Don't be shy!

And I'm doing a little poll (not really because no one I know watches Arrow!). I want to know what people thought of the mansion scene in the finale – do you think Felicity was in it, and knew what Oliver was going to say? PM me!