Chapter Two
Summary: Felicity gets to chase after Oliver. Across rooftops. In leather. Too bad it is still a dream.
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AN: second installment. Let me know what you think. Just something I came up with while attempting to write something else.
This time Felicity knew, as the dream began, that she was dreaming.
She found herself, in the Glades, running across the rooftops after Oliver, who was dressed in his leathers. When she passed a mirrored surface, she caught a glance of herself. She was wearing an outfit similar to Oliver's, except in red. If she had to say it herself, she was smoakin' hot. She smiled wryly to herself at her small joke.
They continued across the rooftops. Of course, Felicity was not as graceful as Oliver, but her parkour skills were improving. On one of the higher rooftops, Oliver stopped to take a look out across the city. She stood alongside him and caught her breath. She again wished she had kept up her gym membership. However, how glorious it was being beside the man she loved, saving their city! Even if it were only a dream.
"Felicity, you're doing great, considering this is your first night on patrol. I am so proud of you," Oliver told her, and gave her one of his most special smiles.
That smile warmed her to her core, but she did not have much time to bask in it. His attention diverted suddenly, Oliver suddenly grabbed her wrist to get her attention, and pointed down at the street. "Couple muggers, here we go!" He let go of her wrist and bounded down to the street. Felicity followed with a little less grace.
Upon reaching the street, Felicity joined Oliver in battling the two muggers, Oliver with his bow and Felicity with a bo-staff. She was holding her own, matching strike with strike, until suddenly, her opponent was able to make a lucky strike that caught her unawares.
Felicity found herself flying through the air, and landed on her backside. Suddenly an alarm was ringing as well.
Opening her eyes, Felicity found herself on the floor beside her bed, back against the wall, with her alarm ringing.
"Well, at least this time I knew I was dreaming. But now my butt hurts."
AN: Awfully short, I know, but that was all the muse gave me. Sigh. Please let me know what you think anyway. Pretty please? Thanks! Since I am rather new at this, especially writing action, it is not as good with as I would like, but practice will make perfect, right? Also, that is why this was only a dream as well. Next one will not be….just because that is what the muse is telling me.