CHAPTER TWO
After initially accepting his proposal she spoke to Oliver for a while after they both realised how much they still had to discuss. How was this all going to work? Where were they going to live? When were they going to get married? How was she going to tell her parents? Her friends? Thankfully it didn't take them long to decide that keeping the fact this whole relationship was a marriage of convenience between themselves was essential. It was lucky that they had spent quite a lot of time together all those months ago. But even now she was unsure why they had drifted apart, he hadn't contacted her and well, she hadn't either in the end. It was only now that she was wishing she had confronted him, because maybe he would have been more useful to her if they had started this relationship all those months ago, but at least now he could help.
She was distracted from her thoughts as she heard feet thundering along her hallway and several loud voices. Shuffling to her feet to find out what an earth was going on she was surprising to find her mother flinging herself towards her, her blonde hair flying everywhere and starling Felicity.
"Felicity! Are you alright honey...?"
Her mother enveloped her further into her arms, pulling her closer. It was obvious that she had heard about her small mishaps earlier that day. She must have been worried, every since Felicity had returned from her years at MIT her mother had turned around a new leaf, she was always concerned about what Felicity was doing, where she was and after Felicity's disastrous relationship with Ray it had peaked and ended in an argument of momentous proportions. It had taken Felicity a good few weeks to forgive her, and Donna had finally realised that she needed to give Felicity some more space, which Donna often forgot. But no-one was ever perfect, and at least Felicity mostly had a loving family who truly cared for her.
"Woah Mom, calm down! I'm fine!" Felicity assured her as she hugged her back. Felicity let go from the hug fairly quickly but Donna still had her arms tightly in place around her, needing the physical contact to make sure that her only daughter was in fact all right. Eventually, Donna released her, her hands grabbing Felicity's cheeks to bring both their eyes into contact.
"I'm being serious Felicity, both Anatoly and I have been so worried and concerned when we got the call from John today! I honestly can't say how relieved I was when John said that you were home and well. So don't you ever do that to us again Felicity! It was almost like your father all over again..."
Felicity looked sheepishly up at her, only now considering the fact that her disappearance had actually upset her mother, even if it wasn't actually her fault. It was the least she could do.
"Felicity, are you sure you are alright? John said you just disappeared needed some alone time?" She heard Anatoly ask from behind her mother doubt and suspicion evident in his voice. He knew his step-daughter, his god-daughter well. And he knew there was something going on which she wasn't telling them. All too aware of Anatoly's thoughts Felicity knew that she had to bite the bullet. There was going to be a fall out no matter what, but the sooner she got this over with the sooner they could move forward and they could get back on track to destroying the Triad once and for all.
"Yeah that's what I should probably tell you about..." She trailed off pulling Donna's hands away from her face. This was the challenging part, what exactly was the best way to tell the leader of the Bratva that you are kinda dating or rather engaged to the enemy? Not that Oliver was the enemy, but to Anatoly he most definitely was. "I think we need some wine for this... Or maybe something a little stronger? Let me get the vodka..."
"Felicity...? You are worrying me honey..." asked Donna her voice dripping with concern as she watched her daughter remove a few glasses and a large bottle of vodka from a cupboard.
"So over the last couple of weeks, well months I haven't been entirely honest with anyone..." She poured a reasonable amount of vodka in the small glasses before handing them out. She downed her own, wincing slightly as it burned her throat on its way down. She coughed slightly, clearing her throat, before gathering up her courage, she really just needed for this all to be over with. "I've been seeing someone..."
It was silent for a moment, Anatoly watching her. His small beady eyes flickering around her face looking for a sign, any sign that there was something more going on here. And Felicity returned his stare back at him coolly, keeping her face neutral, after all her Bratva training now was not the time to crack under pressure, especially under pressure forced upon her by her stepfather. She was stronger than that.
However, Donna was another story, it took her a moment to consider Felicity's admittance, and Felicity knew she was trying to work out if this was going to be another Ray scenario all over again which of course it most definitely wasn't.
"Finally! Oh Felicity I am so pleased for you! I have been worrying about you ever since that horrible breakup with that awful man... I told you Anatoly, didn't I! I knew there was a change in you, some more determination! You're so much like your father..."
Donna trailed off positively squealing, she had obviously decided that whoever this man was he was someone good in Felicity's life, much to Felicity's delight! Having her mother on her side would definitely make it easier to convince Anatoly, and help with Oliver's transition into their lives. She was surprised, however, that it hadn't really taken all that much to convince Donna, she thought she would have to wave the 'he is Oliver Queen' flag before Donna would be content with this new relationship. Looking back on it now Felicity realised ever since she had met Oliver all those months ago she had been different. Spending less times visiting her parents, becoming more involved with the Bratva and spending more time on her own, planning. Donna must have noticed this slight change and Donna being Donna had concluded that it was because of a boy. It made sense, really. Nearly every Sunday Felicity would visited her Mother and Anatoly for a family dinner and over the last few months Donna had upped this discussions around Felicity's lack of a relationship. Donna had repeated again and again that it has been two years since Ray, since he had ended their relationship, and well Donna had clearly stated, that Felicity should move on, get herself out there, find herself a man (or woman if that's the way she swung, Donna wasn't really picky).
"Calm down Donna, you can have your turn to ask everything later," Anatoly interrupted her firmly, still carefully watching Felicity who hadn't said anything to her mother, or made any gesture of excitement which Anatoly had expected of his stepdaughter after announcing a new relationship. "Who is he Felicity?"
She looked up at Anatoly, nibbling her bottom lip slightly in worry, she knew what his reaction was going to be and no matter how much she wanted this all to be over she was still at times scared of Anatoly. There was a good reason why Anatoly was a Bratva Captain after all.
"Who is he?" Anatoly's question was firmer this time, he demanded an explanation from Felicity. He needed to know what was going on in her life, assess if this was a threat to the Bratva and minimise it if necessary.
Felicity pushed her shoulders back, gathering up every bit of confidence she could. She breathed in. She could do this. It had been a while since she had any need to stand up to Anatoly, but in her rebellious teenager years she had done it frequently. But now it seemed different, she was an adult she shouldn't need to lie to her family, but to get this job done she knew she needed to, and that's what pushed her forward.
"Now before you get mad, this isn't just a fling, I researched... I did a lot of research and it took me quite a while before I actually began to trust him, so don't even think I have just jumped into this relationship willy nilly..." her tone was sharp and blunt, her eyes focusing solely on Anatoly. It was him who she need to convince that Oliver wasn't a threat, and that she really did love him and trust him and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
"Goddamit Felicity it better not be who I think it is!" he snarled, slamming his hand down on her kitchen surface causing Felicity to jump at the sudden noise and harsh movement.
So maybe this was not going to be as easy as she had thought, after meeting Oliver at the Gala all those months ago there had been some speculation about a relationship between the two of them. Obviously Felicity had denied everything, because they weren't together. But she knew Anatoly had a great memory and he must have put two and two together.
"It better not be Robert fucking Queen's son!"
Felicity adverted her eyes then, turning to busily bustle into the cupboards before pouring a large glass red wine. She took a large swing from it, not answering Anatoly. But that was all it took for him to know that he had in fact guessed correctly.
"Oh for fucksake! I knew I should have warned you off him after those reports all those months ago! And again after you tried to convince me that his parents were murdered! Of course you were highly invested in all of it! In everything that has been happening between the Queen's and the Triad! I thought it was just because of their Triad involvement but it seems I have a blind eye to you and men! How can you even bare to be associated with the Queen's?! With people associated with the Triad after everything that has happened?! Do you even think about your father? Do you even think about how they brutally murdered him?" he snarled his temper rising in anger and the large vein on the side of his neck pulsed with rage.
"Calm down, Anatoly..." murmured Donna. But both Anatoly and Felicity ignored her too intent in hashing out their feelings and disagreement. They both thought they were right and they both wanted to prove it.
"He's not like that! How dare you say that to me after everything that has happened! I can't believe you would bring up my father in all this. He's the reason that I am involved in the Bratva! So don't you dare ever bring him up like this ever again! Oliver is a good man, that's the reason I am with him! He's been separating himself from the Triad for months, that's the reason why his parents are dead! And I was right when I told you they were murdered! They were trying to leave, to start a fresh! I have files proving all of this because I knew you wouldn't believe him, and I knew you wouldn't believe me! You don't trust anyone, and sometimes you do need to trust your family! There is no weakness in that!" exploded Felicity back narrowing her eyes at her stepfather. It was rare nowadays that they fought, but when they did it got nasty quickly and words were said which she often regretted and wished she hadn't. "He's helping us now, I have data, lots of key Triad data which I'm working to decode! I could have never gotten that if he hadn't given it to me! You would never have found it either. So even if you are unhappy by all this at least be grateful, he is going to help us bring down the Triad even if you don't like it."
"I don't like it and I never will," he snarled back still angry, his fingers turning white because of how hard he was grasping the kitchen surface. "And how do you know that he isn't taking advantage of you like your past relationships?!"
"That's a low blow. Even for you Anatoly," she spat, seeing red. Her past relationships were always a sore point for her and Anatoly knew it and exploited this weakness, often. "He isn't, why do you think I am only telling you about our relationship now? And I've taken plenty precautions this time, I'm not a naive little girl..."
"Of course you aren't Felicity but what does John make of him?" asked Donna, trying to take away some of the confrontation. This was a nasty argument and Donna was clearly upset by it. Unfortunately, Donna had unknowingly stumbled onto another point which would hike Anatoly's fury even higher. Donna seemed to have a knack of making things worse, much to Felicity's frustration. She rubbed her forehead, ready for what she was sure would be another bollocking.
"Well, let's just say he might still be in the middle of his research...?" squeaked out Felicity cradling her glass of wine. She drank some more because it helped slightly, even if she knew in the long run that the wine and the vodka would make things far worse.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?! John is your fucking bodyguard for a reason! Why the hell have you been meeting up without John?! You better starting talking otherwise-"
"And this is the exact reason why I never told anyone! I'm twenty five! I can look after myself! I have made several important adult decisions in the last few months by myself without any interference from John, or from you and it was solely because I knew you would over react like this! Yes, I understand your concern! I really do... I know the Triad are dangerous, but Oliver has been looking after me... You need to trust me on this! I know what's good for me and right now that is Oliver... He's helping and well..." She trailed off, she was lying through her teeth to her parents. And she knew it was wrong, they just wanted to protect her, but she needed to do this, for herself and for her father... And well she had to be believable right? "I love him..."
"Un-fucking-believable... Where is John?! He better have that research on Queen right now..."
"He's in my study going over some of my files on the Queen's. Everything I say I have proof of... All the information I have gathered... Just... Anatoly, please give him a chance..." pleaded Felicity, she needs this to work for herself. And for Oliver, for some reason she felt the need to protect him, from the Triad yes that was inevitable, but she would also need to protect him from Anatoly too, if it came to that.
Knowing that he wasn't going to get any further with Felicity at this current moment Anatoly stormed out of the kitchen in an attempt to find Diggle to at least get some answers, ones which he hoped were in his favour.
"Don't mind him, Felicity, he'll get over it, and take care of you... He's just trying to be a father to you..."
"I know Mom, just sometimes it's hard and he has to let me make my own decisions... I've made plenty of mistakes in the past, you both know that, but I have learnt from them... And if this is a mistake, then I will learn from this one too..."
"I know that honey," agreed Donna, rubbing up and down Felicity's arm in comfort.
Donna knew Felicity was vulnerable when it came to men, it was a weakness that they both shared. At least Donna knew of Oliver Queen, she knew of his past mistakes and had heard the rumours that he was now a changed man, and that gave her hope. Hope for her daughter, because Felicity meant the world to her, like any daughter did to their mother.
"Anatoly's just worried and he has every right to be, I'm not going to say I don't trust you honey... But you know Anatoly is a cautious man but when he has the facts he will come round... Now tell me about Oliver! What's he like?!"
"I know... I know... Oliver well..." She fidgeted slightly uncomfortable not knowing how to carry on this conversation with her mum. No matter the problems they had had in the past they had since resolved them and her mother was someone who meant the world to her which meant lying to her, well, was hard. And she had to make something up about Oliver, something believable and that was challenging in itself. Yes she did know him, better than she should but how could she even begin to describe him to her mother? She decided to stick to the truth but exaggerating it slightly, she didn't want to get so buried under with lies that she was already drowning in. "He's fairly large, and he works out a lot, and he's kind. His sister, Thea she means everything to him. Their parents deaths hit them both hard, Oliver's been struggling, no matter how much he tries to deny it but he's just been so good with Thea... And he's helping me Mom, I've got data which I would never get my hands on if it wasn't for him... He's helping me finally face my demons with the Triad, so I can move on with my life..."
Because well he was all those things, after all.
"You know I always wished you had never become involved with the Bratva," her mother whispered, pulling her into a hug again, stroking her hair. "And if he's helping you and making a difference then I couldn't care less who he is or what he's done as long as he does nothing to hurt you..."
"He won't Mom," Felicity chuckled softly leaning into her embrace. "He knows he won't stand a chance if he tries to pull anything off..."
"Well I'm glad of that! When do I get to meet him? Soon I hope, you have kept him hidden from us for far too long, but I understand why. You needed to be cautious after everything," smiled Donna warmly. "Bring him round for dinner on Sunday, and his sister... If he's going to be an important part of your life we just have to meet him..."
Felicity knew it was true, seeing as they were engaged which maybe her Mother didn't quite know yet, but she would soon. Felicity knew dinner was going to be an awkward event, it was inevitable, there was no way that Anatoly was going to manage to adjust well to this sudden development in her life within a couple of days, even within a couple of weeks. She was sure that eventually, maybe in a couple of months or perhaps years he would be able to fully appreciate this. But years?! Felicity gulped again only now realising what she had really signed her life away for? That was another thing they needed to discuss. They had so much to talk about and plan, both her and Oliver needed to be on the same page for this all to work out.
"But what about Anatoly...?" asked Felicity, the hesitation in her voice.
"He'll be fine with it by then, as long as John gives him a decent enough pass... And anyway I have my ways of persuading him..." smirked Donna raising her eyebrows mischievously.
"Mom! I did not need to know!" Felicity squirmed in disgust, screwing up her face and eyes trying to get rid of the ghastly image that her mother had just created in her head. That was something that she wished she could un-think, desperately!
"Oh shush! It's not like you are a virgin Felicity! And I'm sure you and Oliver are up to all sorts of things!" laughed Donna nudging her side as Felicity groan.
No matter how old she was, discussing sex with her mother was always going to be awful and awkward experience. It was annoying that Donna seemed to like having conversations about sex. And Felicity thought her day couldn't get any worse? It seemed if Donna kept on at that conversation she would definitely be wrong. Dying of embarrassment could be just enough to actually tip her over the edge of the cliff which her emotions had vicariously been sitting on.
After Donna and Anatoly eventually left the night had dragged on. She spent hours tossing and turning unable to sleep, plagued with nightmares of Oliver betraying her, and turning her into the Triad. It made sense for her to have fears, but when it came to Oliver she felt like they were silly. She knew that as soon as she saw Oliver again, all the worries would vanish, he always had had some sort of control over her, something she couldn't describe, and fortunately she was positive that he wasn't aware of it.
Eventually it was morning and she felt a little worse for wear, the lack of sleep evident in her eyes and something that Diggle remarked upon as soon as he arrived to discuss his new favourite topic, or rather her favourite topic, Oliver. He didn't stay for long, grumbling about how it seemed Felicity had been speaking the truth, and giving her his approval, allowing Oliver to move in with her. Not that she needed it anyway, Oliver and Thea moving in was necessary for their own safety and even if Diggle or Anatoly had forbidden it she would have disregarded their comments. But at least Diggle's approval would make everything easier. And that's where he had gone now, to fill Anatoly in with everything that was happening, and Felicity hoped he would manage to talk Anatoly around with a little help from her mother.
Felicity had just finished her lunch when the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of Oliver and Thea. Oliver had wanted to wait until the weekend to move in, to allow Felicity to have some of her own space, and to carry on as normal for the week. But the whole reason for Oliver coming to Felicity was because of the danger they were in and she was adamant that they should move in as soon as possible. At least she could help protect them more. Psyching herself up, she pulled the door open, a slightly forced happy smile on her face.
"Oh, hi!" smiled Felicity warmly as she greeted them.
She surveyed the pair in front of her, Oliver had his shoulders hunched up and Thea had a scowl on her face. It was obvious that Thea wasn't happy to be there, a sulking look on her face, her arms folded in a closed off stance. Oliver on the other hand looked strained, his eyes slightly furrowing as he took in Felicity's appearance. She was dressed smartly in navy skinny jeans and a soft pink blouse, comfortable, but appropriate for meeting Thea, or that's what she had thought when she had decided on what to wear this morning anyway.
"Hi Felicity," Oliver replied taking a few steps towards Felicity and enveloping her in a hug. Felicity went ridged for a moment, surprised by his behaviour before she relaxed her shoulders a little, pulling Oliver in closer to her once she realised that Thea thought that they were really engaged and she knew that from now on her life would be a charade of keeping up appearances, even in her own home. This was something which made her feel slightly uncomfortable and unhappy about, but she knew she wasn't in a position to have much of an option of this. She couldn't exactly say yes to Oliver moving in with her and no to Thea, that would have been completely uncalled for. During their phone call the previous night they had decided that they would keep the knowledge of the lack of a real relationship between the two of them. He pressed a soft kiss on her hairline before he released her and she stumbled back a little, not really knowing what to do or really how to do anything. It seemed he had a strange affect on her, one which she did not quite understand. "Felicity... This is my sister Thea..."
"It's lovely to meet you Thea, I have heard so much about you from Oliver!" Felicity greeted her pleasantly as she reached out her hand to shake Thea's. The girl peered down at Felicity's hand in disgust, it becoming pretty clear to Felicity that no matter what she did right now, it would never be good enough for Thea. Surprisingly, however, Thea did accept her hand shaking it quickly before letting it swing back to her side.
"Obviously I would have liked to meet you under better circumstances and before your parents deaths but at least I'm getting to meet you now! Oh god shut me up right now... I'm sorry that was really inappropriate..." remarked Felicity shutting her mouth as she turned around and lead them both into her house.
Thea nodded slightly in reply, avoiding eye contact with the pair of them. Thea stepped past Felicity, further into the hall Felicity's Robin Hood poster holding her attention which she had hanging in the hall much to her mother and Anatoly's disgust.
"Hey you don't need to apologise Felicity, I should about her... She... She's struggling to deal with everything that's been going on..." Oliver murmured, his hand resting on the small of her back as they both watched Thea wander slowly down the corridor. Before Felicity knew what she was doing she found her hand squeezing his in comfort, then releasing it quickly and following Thea down the hall.
"Thea, I'll show you where your room is going to be, now I know it's probably not to your taste but I'm sure we can go to the store at the weekend and we can paint it and get a few bits and bobs to make it more... Ummm hip? Or classy...? Well anyway we can do it up however you like..." rambled Felicity as they followed up the stairs.
Felicity pushed the door of the room opposite hers (and well Oliver's, they hadn't fully discussed that elephant in the room yet) open. But with Thea being kept in the dark, and Dig that actually meant that they probably did need to share a bedroom together. It was yet another thing that they hadn't discussed and realising this increased the need to iron out everything, to set down ground rules before they got any deeper into this relationship, especially if they wanted to keep this rouse going long enough to take down the Triad.
Thea observed the room for a moment, obviously deciding that it was satisfactory in the mean time and she took a few steps towards the bed before curling up on it, putting her headphones on and starting to blare some sort of loud heavy metal music which brought Felicity back to her days at MIT. It was a well known fact that in her rebellious teenager years she had been a goth, something which Oliver had once teased her about after she had once let it slip out.
"Great, well we can sort that all out later..." Felicity trailed off figuring that this was the end of her conversation with Thea.
It was rude, yes, the way that Thea was treating her, but had Felicity expected any different from her? No, not really. Everyone coped with adverse events happening in their lives differently, so Felicity had been prepared for Thea to act in a variety of different ways.
"Thanks for all that you are doing for us, I appreciated it," Oliver jerked his head towards Thea's closed door as he followed Felicity into her own room. "This hasn't been easy for her and I'm... I'm worried about her... She's not really speaking to anyone right now, especially not me..."
"You don't need to thank me for that," remarked Felicity carefully as she sat down on the couch right next to the window, the sunlight floating in and landing nicely on Oliver's face, illuminating his already beautiful features. "I know what it's like to be a grieving teenager, I'm sure she shall be alright, just give her time and some love..."
Felicity looked up into his eyes which were staring off in the distance, full of hurt that his sister was shutting him out. It was clear that all he wanted was her to confide in him, but as a teenager that was hard enough without loosing your parents and being moved into your brother fiancée's house of whom she had never met.
"Basically what I'm trying to say is don't neglect her. Her life has changed drastically in such a small space of time she is going to hate everything about it, but just be there for her. That was what the worst thing about my father dying was, my Mum shut me out, she couldn't cope with it, and well I couldn't either, we never got on well in my teenage years, but at least now we get on a lot better."
"I'm just scared she does something stupid... She's barely thinking straight and what if someone takes advantage of her?"
"If she does something silly, well then she does, and you will have to deal with it, sorry we will deal with it," she shook her head at the slight mis-wording. She knew it would take her quite a while to actually think of them as a couple and deep down she was concerned that, well her big mouth would get them into trouble. Big trouble.
"I'm just still trying to get used to the fact that I'm in charge of her now, I have to look after her... Make sure she is alright and safe..."
"I know and that's why we are sitting here... Because you need some help, and that's okay to say you need help!" Felicity reasoned as she studied his face which was full of worry and concern all focused on his little sister, something which she was sure she would recognise in her own one whenever she thought or was worried about Roy. "And because you can't always be at her side that's why I think my friend Nyssa should be her bodyguard. She's quite a character but is fiercely protective and loyal. You both can meet her before it is all settle and sorted out but I'm sure you will find her... I'm not exactly sure how to describe her..." chuckled Felicity not really knowing how to describe one of her good friends.
It took Oliver a moment to contemplate this proposal, an obvious rush of thoughts swirling through his mind which Felicity understood all too well. He knew he needed help and the proof was in the pudding or well by the fact he was sitting in front of her.
"I'd like to meet her first, but if we are going to be working on bringing down the Triad then I would feel a lot better knowing that she was protected and that I didn't have to worry about her," he ran his had through his hair crossing and uncrossing his legs in slight aggravation and discomfortable.
Oliver wasn't used to this, having a woman who had thoughts and inputs, who had the ability to do so. And he was already regretting the lack of time he had spent with Felicity in the last couple of months. She was fierce and loyal and loving but at the same time strong and stubborn. And he was sure he was only beginning to unravel who Felicity Smoak actually was.
"Anyway whilst we are alone, Diggle will be back later, he'll be wary of you to start off with, but I'm sure you will get along when he starts to get to know you... But firstly I think we need to discuss some finer details of this arrangement. For this all to work out we need no holes, no one to doubt us..."
And just like that Felicity switched to her business mode, fetching her tablet before returning back ready to take notes on what exactly they were planning and what they needed to learn.
Over the next few hours they discussed the details. Yes, Oliver needed to stay in her room. Yes, they were not going to tell anyone about their lack of a relationship (Felicity had twitched nervously here, but thankfully Oliver was too absorbed in saying something else that he never noticed). Their relationship was planned out to a tee, them both having a laugh when Felicity decided that they would have both gone to extreme lengths to seek each other's affection out, something which Felicity knew her family would be expecting she had always had little quirks in past relationships. They both sobered up a bit at the marriage discussion, Oliver adamant that it needed to happen pretty quickly for his and Thea's protection. It was something that she knew she needed to discuss with Anatoly, and she vowed to do so in the next few days, they needed to get the ball rolling.
She had not expected him to pull out a ring from his pocket right there and then. It was a beautiful ring at that. He mumbled saying something about how it had been his Mother's, this beautiful, gold ring with two emeralds nestled either side of a gorgeous diamond. It wasn't too small or too large but emitted a certain air of class. It was perfect and it made Felicity wonder if they would ever have found each other again after all these months. If he hadn't been a member of the Triad, or she Bratva.
Looking at the ring, sparkling in the sunlight she could help but think what it could have been like if he had given this ring to her in a real proposal? It could have been a possibility, if they weren't so stubborn. She had always been attracted to him and even as he sat beside her now she definitely thought that she felt something, but realistically she knew she was just giddy, the thought of the data grounding her back to the present. She needed to stay calm and focused, to not get carried away. And before she really knew what to say to Oliver had her hand and was pushing that gorgeous ring on to her finger. Surprisingly, it fit her well, just slightly loose, but for the mean time it was just perfect.
His hand remained on hers and for the rest of the conversation she didn't move it, she didn't feel the need to, and well, it seemed neither did he.
END CHAPTER
A/N - Ah thanks so much for a great response to my last chapter! Hopefully you have enjoyed this new chapter and it is a nice way to ease ourselves into the new series starting on Wednesday! I just cannot wait for all the Olicity goodness!
Thanks again to so-caffeinated for being a great beta and reading this over for me and to 11-dino for being my fabulous cheerleader!
I hope you enjoyed this and look forward to what is coming next! If you can to keep up to date with my progress on this fic you can find me on tumblr as akahazzap!
