That's My Girl
Summary: What if Felicity was Alfred's niece, she needs to get away from Starling City including Oliver and his relationship issues with Sara and Laurel. When she meets Bruce Wayne, sparks fly instantly but there's a catch to that little problem. He's still morning the loss of Rachel Dawes; can Felicity be the one to change him?
A/N:FlopsyTheStingyDingo, CamJ, NorthernLights25 & Ammit (Guest); thank you for your positive reviews and also picking up on the slight typos I have in this story- I apologize for calling Oliver Green instead of Queen- I didn't realized what I typed until you have pointed it out- also thanks for the Beta idea, CamJ (I'm looking for one.)
On another note: Here's the second chapter- be in mind that the Bruce/Felicity relationship will be displayed here and there, but for the first few chapters it will be Oliver/Felicity snippets as the Green Arrow wants to keep Felicity to himself cause she's his girl… And I am being Felicity and babbling too much and it will stop in 3…2…1….
Chapter Two:
Felicity awoke the next morning in an excited and good mood; visiting her Great Uncle in Gotham City could be an adventure for her, meeting new people that won't look at her as if she was nothing more than a tool to use or play on her affections for them would be good but what Felicity was most excited about was figuring out the mystery that was Bruce Wayne, who Alfred happens to work for.
The blonde It girl than realized that she had not fallen asleep on her warm, comfy bed but in fact passed out on the couch that Sara Lance had gotten for her; due to her previous one being destroyed by Slade and his minions.
Laughing at the memory when she returned home to see both Sara and Oliver trying to assemble the lounge that pulls out into a sofa-bed together; she had to do a double take as she never seen Oliver holding a screwdriver before.
Sure, give the guy names of Villains running around Starling City, a few arrows and a bow and he was the master in catching them; but hand the same guy instructions on how to build, a few screws and a screwdriver and it seemed like mathematics to the young, CEO playboy.
Mathematics and Oliver Queen does not mix, at all.
It took quite a few tries for Felicity and Sara to convince Oliver to call Diggs to help him; the four of them ended up eating Chinese take away, while Sara and Felicity bonded on minor things and watched Diggs assemble Felicity's new sofa couch in a matter of minutes.
She walked into the foundry with a skip in her step, she texted Alfred stating that there was a small field out the back of the club where a small plane or helicopter could land to pick her up; she hoped that Alfred wouldn't be in the helicopter and poke around in Oliver's business liked he previous had mentioned he would.
Laurel was also at the foundry like instructed by her last night, before she had her breakdown; she wasn't all to surprised that the brunette's greeting was cool.
After running through the checkpoints with the woman, Felicity thought about apologizing to the woman of her behavior yesterday- which wasn't entirely Laurel's fault.
"Laurel, I'll like to apologize for my behavior yesterday." Felicity started, sighing as she turned to face the said woman; who looked up from the computer's keyboard. "I was rather rude, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Laurel replied, a little too smug for Felicity's liking. "I mean, I can't blame you for being jealous of Oliver and I, now can I?"
If Felicity mouth could reached the floor, it would have at the words coming out of Laurel's mouth. "Excuse me?"
With a smug, condescending smile- which Felicity wanted to remove, badly. "We have history, Oliver and I." Laurel added, a confident smile replaced her smug one. "You and Oliver won't have the kind of history that we have, now all of his secrets have been exposed to me; it's a matter of seconds before we start dating again."
Getting to her feet, as she couldn't take being alone in the same room as the woman. "I get your history, Laurel, I really do." Felicity replied. "You were the girl that was so in love with Oliver that you turned a blind eye to his constant cheating, including that he cheated with Sara, your own sister. And when he disappeared then returned, you wanted him so close that you hurt Tommy in the process, then Sara returned; she and Oliver reconciled again and still that didn't bother you? If that didn't then I am pretty sure you have bigger issues than I do."
The confident smile fell from Laurel's face, Felicity inwardly did a little happy dance as she finally had her say at Laurel. "How dare you bring Tommy into this, who do you think you are?"
"Me? Oh, I'm Oliver Queen's partner but you, Laurel are nothing but the girl that he used to be with." Felicity replied, with a confident smirk to boot. "But who am I to care? I'm done caring with who Oliver sleeps with anyway."
Once she had said her piece to the brunette woman, Felicity smiled as she heard Laurel mumble some slight words incoherently; she felt a little lighter now that she had said her peace, when she got to the door Oliver had walked in.
"Felicity," Oliver replied, as he smiled that same smile that made her swoon and it still did, though it had little effect on her now. "Thought I would catch you before you go, everything okay down here?"
"If you mean by okay that I apologized to Laurel about my behavior and actions yesterday and she replied by stating a mythical claim on you, then sure. Everything is fine." Felicity replied, rolling her eyes as she tried to side-step him in walking out the door that he was currently blocking. "So I told her that I didn't care, she can have you. Not like we were going to get together anyway, now was it?"
Before she could make a dash exit, Oliver took her hand. "Felicity, look I'm sorry about Laurel." He sighed, glancing back at the brunette who was typing away at the computer- looking for a possible connection to some guy to her legal case. "I'll handle her, okay?"
"Fine, but do me a favor when I'm gone?" Felicity asked, when Oliver looked at her to say 'anything.' "Think about where this team is going if you take Laurel on, Diggs would agree with me saying this, but as long as she is one this team it won't end well. If you want to be your girlfriend, then let her be your girlfriend but please keep her out of here. I cannot stand being here and justifying my place if she's here."
A slight grimace came across Oliver's face. "I understand." He replied, letting go of her hand. "Need a ride to the airport?"
"No, my uncle's boss is sending over a helicopter to pick me up." Felicity replied, earning an arched eyebrow from Oliver. "I sent him the cords for the empty field out back."
"You gave them the location of where we are?"
"No, just the current location of where I am at the moment," Felicity replied, rolling her eyes as she left before Oliver could ask her a million questions. "Besides, he knows what I do with you anyways; he knows who you are. Both identities."
"You told him?"
"No, he pieced the pieces of the puzzles together like I did before you revealed to me your Arrow identity." Felicity explained, as they both heard the sound of a helicopter arriving. "Looks like my ride's here."
They both walked out into the opened field where a man dressed in a helicopter pilot uniform awaited her. "Miss Smoak, are you ready?"
"Yes, I am… Err, what's your name?"
"Sawyer, Miss Smoak." The man replied, taking her small duffle bag and placed it in the back of the helicopter. "Mr Wayne sends his apologies for not picking you up personally."
"That's okay." Felicity replied, wondering why Mr Wayne was taking time out of his busy life just to pick her up; but then stopped as Sawyer helped her to buckle in safely and placed a headset on her.
"So we can communicate over the noise of the blades." Sawyer replied as he noticed Felicity's confused expression. "It shouldn't be that much of a flight, two to three hours tops."
Laurel, Thea, Rory and Diggs had come out just as the helicopter lifted off the ground; Oliver still stood where he was trying to process what was going on, it was as if the rug had been pulled from under him and his world was tilting on a whole new axis.
He noticed the small business logo on the helicopter, just as Laurel took hold of his hand. "Did that helicopter belonged to who I think it was?"
"Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises then yes, it was." Oliver replied, in a small voice.
"How the hell does Felicity know Bruce Wayne?" John Diggs asked, getting a shrug from everyone, including Oliver.
In those few moments, Oliver Queen had came to realize that he didn't know Felicity Smoak as well as he thought he did- no one did and that small revelation made him sad.
…
To say Alfred was happy to see his great-niece was an understatement, he was beyond thrilled; it was a few years since he had spoken to his niece, Felicity's mother.
He paced outside of the helipad where the Wayne Enterprises helicopter would land; Master Wayne had given him the day off to welcome Felicity to Gotham, making sure that she settles in easily.
It was no surprised that just as soon as Alfred walked out the front door, he heard the rumble engine of the Bat mobile- or whatever the giant, tank-looking vehicle was called.
The sound of helicopter blades came to his attention as the grey and black helicopter came into view, a smile came across the aging man's face as he skipped the last three steps of the penthouse .
He embraced the small, petty blonde figure- taking in her beauty as he looked at her closely. "Felicity, have you lost weight?"
"A little." Felicity replied, smiling at him.
"Have you eaten? I haven't got anything prepared for lunch as I didn't know when you would be arriving."
"Are you currently working?" Felicity asked, smiling at Sawyer as she took her bags from him. "I don't want to keep you from whatever you were doing."
"Master Wayne had given me the day off to welcome you to Gotham and to see that you settle in nicely." Alfred replied, smiling as he led the blonde girl into the building. "You'll meet Master Wayne at dinnertime if he comes out of his room to eat, that is."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He lost someone dear to his heart in the last couple of months," Alfred replied, earning a small gasp from Felicity. "He hadn't gotten over her death."
"Of course not, that's rather quite sad." Felicity added, shaking her head. "I do hope he gets better."
"As do I, Felicity, as do I."
A few hours later Sawyer had disappeared to return the helicopter to the helipad at Wayne Manor; Felicity and Alfred bonded over a few glasses of wine and Alfred's infamous pizza.
She had explained her small breakdown, her confrontation with both Oliver and Laurel; Alfred hadn't said a word, he just listened and that, Felicity came to noticed she actually was grateful for.
"I am glad that you cleared the air with him," Alfred replied, smiling at her. "It would only get worse if things were left unsaid, Master Wayne said you can stay here until the furniture has been placed and security has been cleared and installed at the Wayne Manor, hopefully by then, that idiotic boy would have thought on what you said."
"I am done waiting for him, Uncle Alfred." Felicity sighed, setting her wine glass on the counter, as she swung slightly in the small barstool across from the aging man. "I told him that I loved him in some sense of words, still he let me go. He doesn't love me in the way that I hoped and wished he would, I need more than his small crumbs of affections."
"I am sure there are plenty of single men in Gotham." Alfred mocked, getting a look of amazement from Felicity. "What? Just because I am an old man doesn't stop me from listening to the idle gossip that spreads around the city from the younger generation."
"I suppose you're right in some way, Alfred." Felicity said, laughing at the image of Alfred listening to rumored gossip like some teenaged girl. "Besides, what's the point in looking when Gotham isn't my home; what's the point in starting something with a man that will lead to heartache and nothing?"
"Good point." Alfred replied, picking up her now empty wineglass; placing them in the sink- taking note that he would place them in the dishwasher later. "That would such a scandalous rumor."
"Speaking of rumors, what's the news on this Gotham's Dark Knight?" Felicity asked, as she looked up from the newspaper, smiling at Alfred who shrugged. "Has he made an appearance since the Joker incident?"
"No, though the people of Gotham still cling to the hope that he would show." Alfred replied, sighing as he looked out of the kitchen window, watching the storm clouds roam over the city. "Even I hope that he would return."
"You just got to hope and look towards a new day." Felicity replied, smiling to reassure the old man. "He would return, all he needs is the right push."
"And what would be the right push, Felicity?"
"I'll let you know when I find it, Alfred." She replied, looking back down at the newspaper; not seeing that Alfred's eyes had connected with that of Bruce Wayne's as he walked passed- listening to their conversation with a small smile on his face.
