A/N: Thank you so much for all of the follows and favourites and your lovely reviews. I am so pleased you all like the story. To those of you that asked yes Felcity will still be a computer genius as you will see in this chapter ;). I haven't explored Felicity's backstory in this chapter but will hope to do so in the next few chapters.
Air pierced through her lungs as Felicity awoke with a jolt. The intense lighting blinded her vision as she tried to look around. Panic flowed through her as she remembered what had happened. A gentle hand touched her shoulder attempting to sooth her but she shook it off, terrified. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she could make out a slightly blurred green shape standing directly in front of her. Recognising it as The Arrow, Felicity let out a frightened gasp. 'Here' the figure had something in his hand. Looking down, a feeling of comforted sunk in as she saw her glasses miraculously still in one piece. Returning them to her face, she frowned trying to figure out where she was. The memories came flooding back as she traced the red soaked bandage wrapped tightly around her arm with her fingers. Attempting to lift her arm, the girl winced despite it feeling like a dead weight. 'We gave you something for the pain' his voice broke her train of thought as she stared at him. For the first time Felicity looked around the room taking in every detail from the cool stone floor to the hi-tec collection of computers. Lifting her head up she swivelled her body round so she was perched on the edge of a large metal table. As Felicity spoke her voice echoed off the tall concrete walls making her sound even more vulnerable; 'Please let me go'. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked on in terror at the man.
Instinctively Oliver reached out towards the shivering girl. 'Don't worry it's ok. I ahem we just had to make sure you were alright.' The look of terror still clung to her face. 'Honestly, you are safe' he reinforced. A pang of guilt hit him; he had practically forced the others to bring the girl into the foundry and now she looked so frightened and fragile. The sight saddened him so without thinking Oliver wrapped his arms around the girl. Holding her, he ran his fingers through her silky, blond hair, trying to give her comfort. He held her against him until her trembling body slowly relaxed, sinking into his. Her warmth flooded through his body, creating a spark inside of him. He let her go and was left with a sharp coldness. Looking into her eyes he spoke; 'we took you to our base and patched you up after you had been hit. You have been out for a couple of hours' he quickly explained. 'Luckily the bullet only penetrated your arm. I have stitched you up but I think it would be best if you stayed here tonight; you've lost a lot of blood and were knocked out twice so we need to check you don't have any sort of head injury.' Felicity stared in disbelief at the warm-hearted man. She felt her bare feet touch on the cool floor and stood up, catching hold of The Arrow's arm for balance 'but w-where am I?' she stuttered.
'Like hell, we are going to tell you!' Felicity's attention was sharply brought to the other figures in the room. She had been so fixed on The Arrow she hadn't even noticed the others coming down the steps. 'Although I doubt you will make it out alive to tell anybody' the red hooded figure played with her. Immediately Felicity clutched hold of the Vigilante's arm and brought herself closer until their bodies made contact and his breath was warm against her skin. She knew it didn't make sense but just being in The Arrow's presence made her feel safe. She felt a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder and smiled as he whispered in her ear that the red hooded figure was joking.
Felicity was sitting on the metal table staring at the wall, lost in her own thoughts. The other three had given up attempting to talk to her hours ago so it was only her and The Arrow left in the room. He had stopped pacing the floor and was now repeatedly tapping his pen on the computer filled desk. She watched with curiosity at his movements, and as The Arrow glanced towards her their eyes made contact for a brief moment. The Arrow stood up slowly and began making his way towards her. Maybe now the others had gone she would be more willing to talk he pondered. He thought back to her fear of the person finding her and wondered what a vulnerable girl like her could have done to get into that much trouble. 'What's your name?' he asked, approaching the girl. Felicity's lips parted to answer but quickly shut again as she changed her mind. She broke eye contact and tried to look through him but ended up focusing on his body as it was blocking her view of the wall. The Arrow let out a frustrated sighed and moved towards the door. A feeling of panic rose in her. She had spent the majority of her life on her own but with everything that had happened she couldn't bear the thought of being in solitary in her unknown surroundings. 'Meghan' Felicity mumbled causing The Arrow to hesitate in his tracks. 'My name is Meghan' she repeated more confidently now. Meghan, Oliver turned over the name in his mind. 'And do you have a last name Meghan?' his face displaying a friendly smile. The girl froze, frantically looking around the room until her eyes settled on the wall opposite. 'It's umm... Wall. Yeh, Meghan Wall.'
'Wall?' Oliver asked dubiously confused at her obvious lie.
'Urrr yeh ... it's umm... spelt with an 'e' you know, cos' otherwise it would just be a wall not a surname and of course my name is a surname, I come from a very long line of walls...' Oliver broke her rambling, a let out a chuckle; 'like the robot?' Oliver teased. Once the words left his mouth he immediately regretted them. The last thing he wanted was the girl to feel uncomfortable again. But a smile broke her expression, lighting up her eyes; 'Ok you got me, Meghan's not my real name'.
'It's fine, I mean I haven't exactly told you mine! So anyway, what were you doing in the building?' Oliver chatted. But Felicity stiffened and her smile vanished at the mention of the building. Noticing this, Oliver pulled himself up onto the table next to her and quickly changed the topic; 'doesn't matter, so how's your arm?'.
Before Oliver realised it was already three in the morning and Felicity had drifted off, resting her delicate head on his shoulder. He placed his arms underneath her, parallel to what he did when he first laid his eyes on her, and carried her to the old mattress he keeps in the foundry for when he can't face his family. He watched her tiny body sink into the mattress and lay down on the floor near to her. A smile formed on him as he watched her chest rise and fall rhythmically, she looked so tender and peaceful lying alone. His eyelids started to feel heavy and for once without fighting, he let them close. For the first time in months he went to sleep smiling, unfearful for the nightmares that usually haunted him.
When Oliver opened his eyes, the girl that made him smile was no longer in his sight. Sitting up with a jolt, his eyes searched the foundry frantically until he was drawn to a rustling sound of something under the computer table. He wandered over curiously and stood towering over the table, 'What are you doing?' his voice came out sharper than he meant. The small blond crawled out from underneath, clutching a frayed wire in her hand. 'I'm sorry I couldn't sleep and you had just abandoned her. All she needed was for a couple of faulty wires to be fixed'. A bewildered look spread over Oliver's face followed by a small smile playing on the corner of his lips when he realised she was referring to the computer. He opened his mouth unsure of what to say but was broken off by the sound of footsteps coming into the foundry. The three figures from the night before arrived in full costume presumingly because Felicity was there and they had to keep their identities hidden from her. The Arrow walked over to them and soon they were in deep conversation. Noticing a red glare of light reflected in Sara's eye, Oliver searched to find the source. His eyes located a flashing red light on Roy's leg. Oliver felt adrenaline rush through him and was immediately on his toes, ready to react. He ripped the device from Roy's leg and examined it quickly. Dismay filled him 'you were bugged', he threw the device on the ground and repeatedly stamped on it until small metallic pieces littered the floor. 'That was a gps tracking device' A tone of worry struck the girl in blacks voice and the others glanced around in panic, unsure on what to do next.
Without thinking, Felicity moved over to the computers. She felt the familiar pleasure as her fingers swept across the keys. Her hands flew across the keyboard, typing away, lost in her own world and before the others had time to react she stood up. 'The device was activated by a remote signal. I traced it back to its original source and wiped their systems of all information on our location. But the bad news is that the original source came from somewhere inside this building, they must have been tracking you for a while'. The Arrow's jaw dropped as he stared at the girl in amazement. The others reacted, charging up the steps and out the foundry to take care of the unwelcome guests.
Suddenly the door blew open from above and all Felicity could do was watch from behind a cabinet as The Arrow took out his opponents skilfully, dropping each to the ground. A hand grabbed her from behind and Felicity fell to the floor, tasting a trail of blood run down her lips. Distracted by her safety, The Arrow flipped over the metal table and flung it violently against his opponent, smashing him against the wall where he repeatedly kicked the man until he fell unconscious. Oliver was so lost in his anger of the man hurting the girl that made him smile that he didn't notice another man coming from behind. The man knocked The Arrow painfully to the ground, his gun aimed towards Oliver's head. Tears pricked Felicity's eyes and she desperately tried to blink them away. Searching the room frantically she felt a surge of hope spotting a blood speckled gun lying next to the unconscious man's hand. Reaching her arm out, Felicity grasped the gun, her hand violently shaking and she aimed for The Arrow's attacker. Trying to steady her breath she fired. The bullet left the gun and found its way to the man's chest whilst Felicity screwed her eyes shut in desperate hope. She watched in disbelief at the man clutching his side and howling in pain and she watched as he stumbled to the ground and fell unconscious. The Arrow pulled himself upwards and in all the mess helped the terrified and shocked girl to her feet. The computer screens and desk lay smashed into a million pieces of glass, metal and ruined paper littering the floor. The Arrow didn't care; 'That's the second time you have saved my life'. His gaze drifted to the girl that made him smile and their eyes met. He slowly reached upwards and pulled his hood back in one swift motion, revealing himself. He peeled the green mask off his sweaty face and held out a hand. 'I'm Oliver Queen' he let a grin break onto his face as he spoke. In the midst of the chaos the girl took his hand; 'Felicity Smoak' she smiled.
A/N: I still can't believe I have got this many follows on the story already so thank you all so much. Please let me know what you think or if you have any ideas for storylines or want to see a certain character involved more or whatever! Thank you.