A/N: Here is the next chapter of the story. Happy reading and don't forget to drop a review to let me know what you think. I'm very catering to the reader, so if you want something don't be afraid to ask.
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Standing on the side of the road Felicity was faced with her old enemy...flat tires. Bobby, her mechanic foster father, had always drilled the importance of learning to change them but she never could get the hang of it. Now here she stood, on the side of the road, with a flat tire, a dead phone, and a worried lip between her teeth. Ugh, what's a damsel to do?
She was standing on the side of the road for close to a half hour when someone pulled up beside her. She wasn't sure of the make of the car but it seemed expensive to her. The driver's window rolled down and the bright face of Oliver Queen was visible.
"Car trouble miss?" He asked with a smirk before turning off his car. His movements were swift and oddly graceful for someone of his stature.
"Just a smidgen. What are you doing out here?" She asked not meaning to sound rude, but surprised to see him back. His mother had said that they were just visiting two weeks ago when she sat for them.
"It's nice to see you, too, Felicity. My parents bought the house here. So we're spending the summer" he answered chuckling at her confused expression. "What's the problem here?" He countered turning his gaze to the car.
"Its a flat tire. I may or may not have a spare on me...as well as the ability to change it" she said as she kicked the offending tire under the passengers side. Then leaning back against her car door she gave him an appraising and almost shy look, "I don't suppose you know how to change a flat?"
"Do dinosaurs still walk around?" He asked in reply.
"No..." She answered skeptically. "Does this mean you don't know?"
"No, I don't. I've never had to before. Why haven't you called a tow truck?"
"Dead phone. I tried calling the old fashioned way, but it only made my throat hurt" she waved her phone in the air then threw it trough the open window.
"Well," he pulled his own phone out and tossed it to her. Instantly her hand flew out to catch the object. "You can use mine then I'll wait with you until they get here. Sound like a plan?"
"Thanks for letting me use your phone, I really appreciate this, but you don't have to stay and wait with me"
"Of course I do. I can't leave a lady all alone on the side of the road. How would that look for me?" He said chastisingly earning a grin from the blonde.
"Well, in that case you'd better not wait. Someone might catch onto the fact that you're not a cold hearted playboy" she shot over as she began dialing the number she knew well. When it picked up she couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. Oliver opened his mouth to reply when she stopped him by holding up a single finger as a silent gesture to wait.
"Singer's Salvage and Tow" she heard Sam's still young voice on the other end.
"Hey, Sammy, its Felicity. Is Dean working today?" She asked causing Oliver to raise his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that.
"I don't know Lizzy, is he?" Sam irritatingly voiced.
"I said not to call me that, Sammy!" She whisper-screamed through the line.
There was definitely a smirk in his voice when he replied, "And I asked you not to call me Sammy!" She let out a deep sigh.
"Fine. Is your brother at work today Samuel? My car has a flat tire and I need him to come change it"
"Hold on. I'll put him on the phone" there was a momentary pause before an extremely loud "DEAN PHONE! ITS LIS!" Felicity prides herself on self preservation. For this reason she instinctively pulled the phone away from her ear when she heard Sam say he'd put Dean on the phone. Oliver had been watching her throughout the brief conversation. He wasn't sure what to make of the scene before him. When the screaming was done she put the phone back to her ear.
"Yeah?" Dean's deep voice asked.
"Hey, Dean. My car has a flat tire so I'm stranded on the side of the road and I need you to fix it"
"Excuse me? Who am I your maid? Surely you can ask nicer than that" he teased. She knew Sam and Dean well enough to know that Dean was serious. He wouldn't come out here unless she flattered him.
Letting out another deep sigh she replied in a distressed fake Southern accent, "Oh, Dean. My car has broken down and I need a big strong man to come and rescue me from this plight," then she put the phone on speaker and smirked over at Oliver, "Whoever does save me will surely receive a homemade pie as a show of gratitude" she lifted her hand and counted down from three silently with her fingers.
As the last one came down they heard, "Did you say pie?"
"Apple pie..." She replied deviously.
"Wherever you are I'll be there in five!"
"Its the intersection of Avenue A and Victory. Thanks Dean! I expect you no later than ten minutes or its free, okay, bye!" She hurried and hung up just as he was about to reply about goods not being cheap.
"Sorry that took so long. I have an in with the mechanic but Sam and Dean never make anything easy on me" Her hand reached out to hand him back his phone. If she lingered when their fingers touched as a result, well then that was her problem.
"How do you know Sam and Dean?" He asked...was that a hint of jealousy in his voice? Surely not.
"I used to live with them. Since I was fifteen. They're Bobby's nephews, so once their dad passed away they came to live with us... But enough about me. How're you liking it here so far? Not too boring for a dashing Playboy?" Ugh...dashing? Really Felicity? Why don't you get a giant heart tattooed to your forehead with "F+O" written inside!
"I wouldn't say dashing. More like ruggedly handsome" he smirked at her. "I've liked it here so far. It just got a little more interesting, though" he punctuated with what Felicity has dubbed his "camera smile". Its not that she follows tabloids much, but she had been drawn to ones surrounding the only wealthy people she had ever met. After the genuine smile she saw gracing his face when he watched her run around with Thea, Felicity knew the difference between the two.
"Only a little more interesting?" She said mockingly shocked. "Next I suppose you'll tell me I'm only 'moderately beautiful'"
"I'd never say such a thing" and she almost believed him. He looked like he was about to say more when the gravelly sound of a classic car pulled their attention away. The '67 Chevy Impala came to a stop behind Felicitiy's. Dean came out of the car and pulled his toolbox out of the trunk.
"Madame your knight is here to rescue you" he announced pausing five feet away from her before she could wrap her outstretched arms around him. "For a price..." he finished.
"Yes you shall receive your pie in the morning. Promise" she assured him giving a quick hug.
"Alright then let's get this show on the road. Literally" he began to take the offending tire off. Not even looking up he said, "No that's okay. Don't introduce me to your friend"
"Oh!" She slapped her hand to her head. "Right. Dean this is my friend Oliver. Oliver this is Dean"
"Hi, I'm Oliver Queen" he said offering his hand to Dean who had stood up and turned to face the stranger.
"Hey, Dean. Winchester" he replied shaking the offered hand. He then went back to his work. "What're you doing way out here anyway? I thought you had class today, Lis?" Dean asked from his crouched position on the asphalt. Felicity's eyes bulged at the mention.
"Oh shit! What time is it!?" She frantically called looking to Oliver.
He checked his watch then replied, "Its 2:00"
"Okay. I have fifteen minutes to get to campus and into my room. Okay. Okay." She wasn't hyperventilating, but she was freaking out. She couldn't be late to Business Law again. Professor Wilson would kill her. He already creeped her out enough with his eye patch and gravelly voice.
"I can drive you over to campus" Oliver offered pulling her out of the haze her mind had become. She looked from him to Dean trying to decide what to do. Dean, thankfully, looked up at her and smiled.
"Go with Oliver. I'll call Jo and she'll take your car over to the school this way your not stuck there all night"
"Thank you so much! Both of you! You get a pie and you get a pie! You all get pies!"she cheered.
"Alright Oprah. Get going before I have to hear more complaining about your law professor" he adopted a higher tone to mimick Felicity complaining, "he's so creepy with his eye patch. He gives me the hardest work because he's a perv..." Oliver is laughing along with Dean, while Felicity is trying to hold back her snickers.
"He is!" She calls over her shoulder as she grabs her backpack and follows Oliver to his car. "Could you just have Jo drive it to my apartment? I'll get a ride home with Tommy since I don't have my phone. Thanks! Love you!" She called as they drove away. The ride to campus was a mostly quiet one. She thanked Oliver as they pulled up outside her building. She was about to push open the door when he spoke up.
"She wouldn't give it to me"
"Excuse me?" She asked with her hand now stagnant on the door handle. "My mother," he smiled over to Felicity.
"She didn't want me harassing the poor babysitter. I have a somewhat unsavory reputation that my mother apparently agrees with. I just wanted you to know that's why I haven't adopted that new hobby"
"Huh. Well," she said thoughtfully rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a pen. She tore out a piece of paper then scrawled her name and number onto it. "There. Now you can fit in with the other cool kids. Once my phone decides to join the living again" she opened the door to step outside then turns when its shut. Leaning her frame into the open window she says,
"Thanks again. I'll talk to you soon. Tell Thea we'll play soon"
She's late once again to Business Law. Professor Slade Wilson scolds her, again, but this time she doesn't care. And later that night when her phone is charged she reads a message from an unknown number that reads: I changed my mind. This town got a lot more interesting.