Author's Note:
Wow! I love the response you guys had to me continuing this story. Though I still will be continuing my one-shot stories (Stories of Team Arrow- you should check it out ;) ) I've decided to make this a multi-chapter fic. Thanks for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows. They really do mean a lot to me, and they make me want to write even faster. Please review with any mistakes, comments, suggestions, or questions! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I would like it to be, Arrow is not mine.
Oliver of course decided that he wanted to leave the hospital as soon as he woke up. Felicity sat on the only chair in the room, scanning every article online she could find about the mess she had made. Digg went to go find a doctor to convince Oliver to stay- or at least try to convince him too.
Another groan could be heard from Felicity as she covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. "What's happening, Felicity?" Oliver asked. He was unworried about the false engagement, he figured PR could just clean up their little mess and life would go on.
"We are a trending topic on Twitter… #Olicity and #thenewqueen have been on the charts worldwide all this morning!" She groaned again. "This picture of us," she flashed the tablet his way revealing the picture of her wiping the blood of his face pic-stitched to the picture of this morning, "has been retweeted 2.2 million times. 2.2 MILLION times Oliver."
He had to admit that was startling. Over 2 million people had seen them tied together. He needed to put an end to this before everyone connected Felicity to him, he didn't want her to be in danger if anyone ever put together the connection between him and the Arrow.
"Felicity, we're going. Now." He stood up and grabbed his and her blood stained jackets.
"Oliver don't be stupid, sit down." He stared at the petite blond and she stood up to meet his gaze, "At least till the doctor checks you out." She said stubbornly placing a hand on his chest and slightly pushing him down.
"We need to get a handle on this situation."
She interrupted him, "And we will Oliver, but nothing is going to change in 10 minutes that we couldn't handle then. You were shot this morning. Shot as in a bullet went through your body. Sit."
He sat down, with a grunt. "Fine."
Five minutes passed in a loaded silence with her back on the computer and Oliver staring her down until Diggle arrived with the doctor. After a quick examination and an advising that he stay, but was legally allowed to go, Oliver was headed to the elevator with Felicity and Diggle behind him.
"I'm just gonna tell you man. It's bad outside, we might need to go out the back." Diggle said. Oliver stared at him.
"How bad?" He asked.
"At least 8 main news channels with cameras, 6 magazines, and an untold amount of newspapers and paparazzi" Digg rattled back. Felicity stumbled and Oliver grabbed her arm to avoid her hitting the ground.
"That many people?" She swallowed, "Oh Oliver, I'm so sorry." Her voice quivered as she looked up at him.
"Felicity it's fine, I would have done the same if it was you." Or he would have just put the fear of God into every one of the paramedics and then demanded to go, or never even let her be in this situation- but he hated seeing her so upset and was trying to help. Her heart jumped into her throat at the fact that he would have admitted to being her fiance just so he could stay with her.
"Thanks Oliver." She replied back softly, she really did appreciate his efforts to make her feel better. They had reached the back door and Felicity and Oliver waited while Diggle went to get the car. Soon enough both of their phones buzzed alerting them that he was there, and he also told them there was still press at the back door- just not as much.
Oliver pushed the door open to be hit with the flashing of hundreds of cameras. He put his arm on Felicity's lower back and pulled her closer.
"I thought he said this way had less press." She whispered tilting her head up to face him.
"It does." He replied back gruffly. His worry and frustration evident to her, but only for a second as he put on his 'playboy face' for the press. He stuck a hand up trying to block their faces and get to the car but eventually he just pulled her completely against him. She made no move to stop him, instead turning her face into his shoulder as he slid his arm up to her shoulders, effectively creating a barrier between her and the outside world. They moved slowly to the car to people yelling, "When's the wedding?", "How did she lock down a playboy like you Oliver?", "What makes her different from all of your other women?", "Where's the ring?" and many, many more. The one that made Felicity's heart stall though was, "How do your mother and sister feel about Felicity?"
Once they reached the car Oliver opened the door for Felicity and she slid in, with him close behind never leaving her contact. Digg slowly made his way through the crowd of admirers without hitting anyone. Oliver felt lucky to be able to hide behind the dark, bullet-proof glass of the car. Once they were out of the mess Oliver realized Felicity's silence and turned to find her hyperventilating in her chair.
"Hey, look at me Felicity." She lifted her head up and stared into his bright blue eyes, swallowing deeply, "Hey, it's fine, you're safe." Even though his tone was smooth she knew Oliver well enough detect a hint of worry and frustration.
"Oliver, your family! What if they think it's all true? They are going to hate me! And everyone at Queen Consolidated already thinks I'm sleeping with you and this is only going to enforce that they are right and I've been lying all this time. And my mother! What if she finds out and…"
Oliver grabbed her hand and looked her straight in the eyes. "Felicity, we'll figure it out. I'll call PR and we'll get this all cleaned up." She nodded tearing her lip between her teeth.
"I promise." He squeezed her hand and then Diggle broke up the moment announcing that they were here.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"The mansion." Digg replied.
"WHAT?!"
To be continued… Please review! :)
