For you and I are Like Fire

Felicity was having one of those days where she could just kick back on her chair, relax, catch up on the things that she had been missing out all the while running her searches on various legal loopholes which could help make her extraordinarily handsome hero; talk of the town billionaire again. She plugged in all the important files in her software and started catching up on some of her favorite shows; damn all of them aired their finales already? Where has she been? Oh right, she has been two busy pulling up two shifts in her neighborhood coffee shop because it turns out when the city has sustained substantial damage on the whim of a madman like Slade, hiring opportunities are scarce in companies especially when your resume pegs you as an IT professional with experience in the secretarial arts. There were no jobs open at the moment so Felicity had to survive by taking up shifts in the coffee shop. When she mentioned about her employment issues to Oliver, he became more determined than ever to get his company back; which Felicity would have found more than adorable if he hadn't ended up working the sift with her in the coffee shop and scorned at every customer looking at her ass or maybe even above that.

After a week, it became even more annoying because Oliver was hovering over her the whole time so right now, in the foundry, sitting in her chair, with no Oliver to breathe down her neck she plugged in her headphones and watched season 7 of Supernatural. Her co-worker had recommended the series and she was still lagging behind but she really enjoyed watching the series, she knew that the eye candy played a big role. This episode was extra hilarious because the Winchesters ended up in an alternate reality where they actually had to play themselves, the actors they were; hilarious was not the word. She was halfway through the episode propping her feet up on the table with her favorite star shaped adorned socks when Oliver sneaked up behind her. She was so surprised that she literally jumped off her chair and stumbled forward right into Oliver's arm; who was equally surprised by her screaming and stunts; that he landed on his back holding her in his arms. Felicity closed her eyes and felt the impact through Oliver when they hit the floor. Her heart was beating wild, sure that had nothing to do with the fact that Oliver had her wrapped up in his arms, and after a few seconds she opened her eyes when Oliver did not release the grip on her back. The first thing that caught her eye was a camera staring right into her face and zooming out steadily. What the hell? When did they have a camera in their foundry? She sat up when Oliver finally let go of her but couldn't move another inch from her position on the floor. What the hell was happening?

Everywhere she looked, all she saw was cameras and people staring at her and Oliver. Their foundry's roof was a makeshift roof and all she could see everyone recording all the details. So she turned to look at Oliver and saw him looking as confused as her. When the person behind a small TV shouted cut, that's when Felicity diverted her eyes from Oliver.

"Richards, that's marvelous I tell you. I know you both improvise but this is going to bring out some serious fangirl screams. Ah, the production team and it's woes to keep Oliciters happy."

Felicity knew that she shouldn't have reacted the way she should when she saw the stout man with an unkempt beard but she could not help herself. And that's how she found herself inching in close to Oliver as he put out his hand in front of her bringing her in even closer, his Arrow instincts in full swing. The stout man, who funnily looked like her boss at the coffee shop, laughed looking at them. Felicity knew that her first instinct had been to hide from him, especially what she went through Slade, but right now she felt like trusting the man in front of her completely without question. Oliver was the one who reacted before her bringing her up and setting her straight on her feet by her waist and keeping his hand securely on her waist. She won't deny that the warmth of his hand through the thin material of her blouse stirred thing up in her, but right then they had more pressing matters to deal with. She could see Oliver's eyes doing the whole Arrow routine and could feel him clenching his teeth. So she placed a hand on his and felt him relax a bit. The stout man, she will call him Mr. look-alike-of-boss for now, was the one who spoke to them first.

"Are we still filming? Is this a scene I don't know about or is it just you two again? And Stephen, can you stop giving me that look? I am going to have nightmares, I swear."

Felicity opened her mouth to ask the million questions running through her mouth but it was Oliver who addressed Mr. look-alike.

"Who are you?"

"Seriously, come on guys. Jokes later, okay. Go look over your lines or something; I am too tired for your jokes. And while you are at it, get Haynes out of here. He looks at himself in the mirror way too much."

To say that Felicity's brain was in a turtle-slow-mode was an understatement. She was smart, like really smart, she knew that but right then with her mouth hanging open looking at the direction where Mr. look-alike was pointing at she definitely looked like a retard. Roy Harper was sitting in a chair behind the cameras instructing what looked like make-up artists, yup definitely make-up artists, to touch up apply touch up to his face all the while looking at himself in a hand-held mirror. Felicity should not have laughed but this site made her crack up so hard that her ribs started hurting. Apparently, no one else found it funny that Roy was applying make-up because she was the only one laughing and everyone else just ignoring her.

"Marc, get these crazy cats out of here. And take Haynes too, his mirror just makes me want to hurl. I will see you two back in four, learn your lines. And no more improvising, I swear these Oliciters might even bring down the Internet with all these touchy feelings."

The Mr. look-alike sauntered off leaving an even more confused Oliver and her. Felicity look around the 'modified' foundry and found unknown faces, everyone working on one thing or the other, making her feel pretty awkward right then.

It wasn't until Oliver started directing her towards what looked like the entrance to the foundry that she finally registered her surroundings. The lights, the camera, the microphones, the makeshift roof, everything was exactly how she had seen a few minutes back in the episode of Supernatural. But how was this possible? They were in an alternate reality and judging by the looks of things, they were the actors in this show. This crazy reality where Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak were mere characters played by people-who-looked-by-them-but-are-actually-not-them, okay, this was getting confusing. Felicity must have been talking all of this not just in her head because she felt Oliver tense and come to a halt with Felicity almost bumping into his wide back. He let go of the hold on her hand and whirled around with an 'are-you-kidding-me-right-now' expression on his face. They were out of the set now and it was chillier than she expected it to be so she couldn't help wrap her arms around her.

"So, according to you this is another dimension where we are actors who play the characters we truly are in another dimension?"

"Look around you, Oliver. This is the only thing that makes sense. All of this is because we are on a set and I can bet my life on the fact that we are actors playing ourselves. And if I am not mistaken, if we are actors with a decent enough show, then we might have a trailer somewhere around here so that we can try to figure what is happening, preferably before we freeze to death and before those crazy caahoss in there come at us again."

Felicity could see Oliver was a hard time wrapping it around the whole-crazy-freak-show going on but they had to get out of the cold because she could feel herself shivering. It was this cold and this is the kind of clothes she wore? If she was an actress, she really needed to get herself some warmer clothes. After searching for ten minutes, she finally found a trailer, which had the name Emily-Bett Richards written on it. She remembered the stout man, who is most probably the director she figured, had called her Richards. So this must be hers. She could feel Oliver chuckling at her alter-ego's name but totally ignoring him, she went inside.

The trailer was pretty spacious with furnishing that could make her apartment jealous and a laptop on the couch. She lunged for that piece of equipment. There was a lot of searching before her so she had better get started soon.

"I am going to try to figure out what we are, I mean our alter-ego's are. You try to figure out how we go back, okay?"

"I will do the searching, you try to figure out how we go back to the world of sane, okay?"

Oliver took away the laptop from her and settled himself next to her leaving dumping all the hard questions on her. She knew that all of this started with her watching Supernatural and then falling on top of Oliver, unintentionally, so maybe, maybe, if she watched the episode again and fell on Oliver, they could go back to home. That was the only way out of this; it had to work. She told her theory to Oliver who was more interested in whatever he was getting in his searches. After 15 minutes of endless searching, Oliver showed her a webpage of results on Emily Bett Richards. Apparently, her actor self was a famous name after all. She went through the image results and was even more shocked to see her pictures, looking extraordinary beautiful.

"That's me?"

"Yup, you are originally from Canada, you play the character of Felicity Smoak on a show known as Arrow and you are pretty famous among the fans."

"Oh.." That was all that came out of her mouth so Oliver proceeded to show her another webpage, this time containing the details on the show Arrow. They shot the show in Toronto, which would explain the cold. Stephen Amell played the role of Oliver and he was a star, unlike her whose popularity was just rising. The series was a very detailed account of Oliver's life, with her in it. So she guessed the alternate universe just thinks that all they went through was a writer's brain. Hahaha, they are so in for a surprise.

"Stephen Amell, huh? I like that name; you look like a Stephen. It says here that this show Arrow gets average views but it is famous on the Internet. Wait, what's Olicity?"

"Brace yourself, Felicity."

Felicity listened as Oliver explained to her that Olicity was a combination of both of their names and how they had a huge fan following pegging them to be together on the show. Felicity had heard of bizarre things but this was up a notch. There were people out there who wanted them to be together; wow; this was too much to take in. Oliver kept on showing her webpages dedicated to them and fanfictions, several thousands of them, all for them. There were several interviews of people wanting them to be together and not Oliver and Sarah. Felicity couldn't help but smile at herself looking at them; at least in this dimension she had a chance with him, granted it was fictional. Because in the dimension where she lived; Oliver Queen was inaccessible.

When Oliver was done explaining to her what impact they had on this show, he went on to show her, her alter-ego's instagram account. Her actress self really loved clicking pictures oh herself, who wouldn't when you that many followers, most of the pictures were with Roy aka Colton Haynes, who is an Olicity shipper too; she really was starting to like that name Olicity; along with the cast and Oliver sorry Stephen. Felicity could see that her pictures with Oliver were a sight to behold, sometimes taken at beaches or some place really pretty. So that's why she couldn't help asking the next question.

"Ah, Oliver? Is your actor -self-dating -my -actor self? Wow, I never thought I would ever be saying such a sentence like this. Some of these pictures look like we might be more than just friends."

Felicity saw Oliver hide a smile as he opened a Wikipedia page of Stephen Amell and scrolled it down to his personal life. It contained the usual like how he was from Canada, where he studied and how he met the love of his life while filming Arrow. Turned out that his love turned to the acting business too and is now his co-star in Arrow. Holy mother of freaking holy, Stephen Amell was married to her as in Emily Bett Richards. They married after a year of working together. Are you kidding me? In one dimension she could never get the guy and in this one, she gets the guy in real life with all the fans rooting for their characters also to be together. This was definitely some evil force of work trying to inceptionize her brain; there was no other explanation.

"There is no such thing as inceptionize, Felicity."

Felicity knew that her brain to mouth filter was definitely broken but right then she did not care. How could he be so calm about this? She was having a major freak out session but Oliver was just staring ahead with an amused expression on his face, which just pissed her off.

"How can you be so calm about this? What if we are stuck here for good, huh? We will be out of jobs because I personally don't know the A of acting and we will have to pretend to be a couple. A married couple on top of that!"

Oliver turned towards her placed his hands on her shoulder making her shudder, which to her embarrassment did not go unnoticed by Oliver.

"Calm down, Felicity. We will figure out a way to get home. We have to pretend till then which won't be too difficult. I mean, look at all the fans creating those pictures, we might be married already what will all the longing gazes and the 'plutonic' shoulder touching. They really did get each and every part of our life pretty accurate, didn't they? So let's just go find ourselves a Supernatural DVD and leave this place so we can joke about all of this with Diggle."

"Should I be worried that you seem too relaxed about this?"

Felicity was so not prepared for what came next. Oliver Queen, her dashing-ex-boss, placed a quick kiss on her lips. It wasn't even a kiss, it was more like a peck which was over too soon but that didn't leave her heart beating any less hard.

Her expression must have been one of utter shock because the next thing she knew, her hand was in Oliver's as he led her towards the entrance of the trailer. He looked back at her as he opened the door.

"Stop giving me that look, Felicity. We are married remember? So the least we have to do is hold hands and kiss once in a while and everything else will be okay. So, Emily Richards Amell, shall we go show some love?"

Felicity wasn't sure of her voice just then so she just nodded. Oliver gave her a wink with a smile and led her out of her trailer. Yup, Olicity was definitely a word she was going to hold on to for life, real or not real.


This was supposed to be a one shot but it just git away from me. I couldn't wait for my semester exams to get over to write this so I ended up writing it anyways. So I will probably end up making this a two chapter thing. This is a small tribute from my side to the great chemistry of Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Richards and Olicity. Please do review and let me know about prompts that you want me to write stories on because I am going to be super free soon. Thanks for all the reviews, you lovely people.