Technically a Winchester
By The Alternative Source
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Disclaimer: I own nothing! Too much responsibility.
AN: Just FYI we are 5 years in the future for everyone. I'm doing a clean slate for everyone's current show troubles. In both worlds they aren't going through anything super crazy. I'll explain more in the next chapter but no crazy apocalypse or Slade. :D
Rating will probably change as the story progresses and…if you guys want sexy times.
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Previously:
"You scared me," he mumbled softly into her neck. Years ago he would have never admitted that small fact, but time and trust had changed that.
Splaying her hands against his back she nodded, "I would have scared me too. I'm ok. Just a bandaid, maybe a couple stitches depending on how deep it is, and I'll be right as rain. Sorry for calling you like that."
At the mention of the 'goodbye call' he pulled back and began checking her over for other injuries, "We'll talk about that later."
"Oliver…"
When he was sure she was ok he looked up at her imploringly, "We'll talk about it later."
Something in his eyes gave her pause. She nodded, "Ok, later. Pinky promise."
He gave her a soft smile reserved only for her and that made her insides warm up.
"Ummm guys," Roy cleared his throat from the stairs, "I don't want to interrupt but could someone explain why there are werewolves in the foundry?"
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Chapter 3: Explanation Please?
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The first time she saw the Roadhouse she was sitting next to her mother in her old red pickup truck. They had been driving for hours; searching for Felicity's father. She was only 7 years old but apparently old enough to trapeze around the country looking for him.
It had been weeks since he had up and disappeared and three days since they hit the road. Evidently the Roadhouse was one of the stops. When they parked her mother ordered her out of the car and to follow her. It was early fall and the chill in the air made her pull her jacket tightly around her. Holding her stuffed bear close to her chest she was lead into the Roadhouse.
It was mid afternoon so it was pretty empty except a pair of men eating at a corner table, a stern looking brunette woman at the bar and a young blonde girl playing on the counter. Her mother hoisted her up to sit next to the girl named Jo before walking over to the brunette. She didn't pay much attention to her mother. It was the same thing every time. Have you seen him? Do you know where he would be? Was he with another hunter?
She was startled out of her game with Jo when her mother slammed her hands on the table and walked out. The brunette came down the bar to them, "Your momma's just going to get a photo from the car. I'm Ellen. You want something to drink?"
Felicity looked back at the door before answering, she had a bad feeling, "Can I have some juice?"
"Sure thing," she went over to a small fridge by her feet and pulled out a juice box. After she handed it to Felicity she asked Jo to watch her. The girl nodded and pulled Felicity's attention back to her game while Ellen walked around the bar and followed her mother's path. And all the while Felicity felt that something had happened.
When Ellen came back with a pack in her hands, Felicity knew. Her mother had left her.
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*Back at the Foundry*
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"Well? Is anyone going to explain? Because I'm pretty sure that werewolves are from movies and books," Roy's eyes seemed to bug out from his head. Roy was a man super charged by some mysterious concoction called Mirakuru. Him freaking out brought her back a bit to 'having a good day Felicity.'
Nonetheless she let out a snort, "Oh they're real."
"And you know this because?" Digg asked as he looked over Adam and Thomas.
Felicity took a step away from Oliver as all eyes turned her way. She had to tell them. And she would. But first they needed to get some of their ducks in line. She pointed at the werewolves, "These are werewolves. That one's called Adam and that one's called Thomas. They came for me tonight."
Oliver went to say something but she touched his arm, "Please."
He looked her over before nodding at her to continue. He wouldn't interrupt. Walking over to the panel in the wall she pulled out a couple guns and ammunition. She loaded them as she talked, "We need to do a couple things before I tell you everything, and I promise I will tell you everything, scouts honour. These are loaded with silver bullets."
She handed them each a gun, "Shotguns are more effective to take them down but I've only got one and a sawed off," she handed the sawed off to Oliver, "We need to secure the building and replace the doors. After that we need to move back to my apartment building. Less chance of another attack there. I'll give you answers there."
When she stopped she expected questions, inquiries, anything; but it was silent. She looked up at them. They were all standing still with this look that somehow resulted in a face full of wonder, disbelief, and confusion. They had seen her take control before, but not like this. The supernatural had never touched them.
"So first we'll check the perimeter and then get get this place in line. Are you ready?" she grabbed her shotgun and didn't miss how Oliver followed her every move.
"We're ready," they answered.
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An hour later the foundry was secure. They had encountered no other werewolves and since she had designed the foundry they had extra doors and equipment. Next redesign of the foundry would include a secondary exit for sure. Anyhow, with Roy's help they were up and secure in about half an hour.
While that happened Oliver and Sara had checked the perimeter for the car that Adam and Thomas must have taken to get to Verdant. There was no sign of anything. Soon after they had locked everything down and were on their way to Felicity's apartment building in the Land Rover.
In the car the air was still tense with unanswered questions. They had respected Felicity's need for time but they needed something. Maybe if she gave it to them she could distract them from her too tight grip on the wheel. The panic was still there. She could feel it coming and she wanted to be clear from them when it did.
"Ok, where do you want to start?" Felicity asked as they hit a red light.
The car was silent. No one knew where to begin except Oliver, "What the hell were those, Felicity?"
"I told you, werewolves."
"Werewolves aren't real."
"Well the two that are probably stinking up the foundry as we speak, since we have no way to get those burned and buried at the moment without peeking someone's attention, say otherwise," she retorted.
Roy let out a shaky breath, "Bury and burn? What the hell is going on Blondie?"
She turned down another street before answering, "It's what you do with their bodies. It's the best way of getting rid of evidence." It felt surreal saying those words to them. They had never been a part of this world like she had; not like Sam and Dean had.
'Damn it,' the reminder suddenly came to her. She needed to call Sam and Dean as soon as possible, "I need to call Sam and Dean before I can sit down and explain all…of this." She wiggled her fingers in the air.
"Who are they? How do you know them?" Oliver asked from the passenger seat. Now he had been the one to work the hardest and quickest after she had sent him out to check for Adam and Thomas's car. He had wanted answers and he was willing to do what it took to get them. And with her the only thing he could do was be patient.
They were about a mile from her apartment block now.
She peered over at him as they pulled into the underground parking lot. How did she explain to the most important man in her life about Sam and Dean Winchester? Her mind flashed back to the shaggy haired 12 year old and the snarky 16 year old she had met ages ago. Her palms felt sweaty as they pulled into a spot. Felicity turned off the car and turned her body so she could look at them all, especially Oliver, "Sam Winchester and subsequently Dean Winchester are two people that I've known for a really long time. They'll be able to help. To figure what the hell is going on and how the Atlantic City pack found me."
"Atlantic City pack? As in werewolf pack?" Oliver said, his eyes a little wide. He seemed to be taking all the information in stride. He had become good at that in the past couple of years.
"Yeah. That's what a group of werewolves are called. For once the movies got it right. And God knows how they mess all the supernatural things up. And now I'm rambling and going to get back to the story," her rambling seemed to make the others relax, as if her inability to control her mouth gave them a sense of normality, "About a year before I met you Oliver, Sam and I encountered a group of werewolves in Atlantic City, New Jersey. In a place full of partying, gambling and drinking we never expected to find a pack there. Especially not one turning women. Talk about the lack of consent."
"So, why were they after you tonight?" Sara voiced in.
Felicity bit her lip and looked up into Oliver's concerned face, "Because I helped destroy them."
Oliver placed his warm hand onto hers. His large hand enveloping it completely, "Let's go upstairs. We'll make sure everything is secure and you can call them. Afterwards you'll tell us everything?"
Felicity nodded, "Everything."
"Ok, then. Let's go."
With that they exited the car and made it up to her apartment.
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Once in her apartment they all separated to check the rooms. When the all clear was called out Felicity placed her things down on the counter. Everyone was waiting for what was going to happen next. It made her a bit nervous that they were letting her take complete reins of this, "So…I'm going to make a call. Then I'll be back to explain why furry creatures went all 'grrrrr' in the foundry." She curled her fingers into claws and got an eyebrow raise from Digg.
Turning tale she called out, "There's mint chocolate chip ice-cream in the freezer if you need to prepare yourself."
When she reached her room she quickly closed the door and pressed her back to it. Letting out a shaky breath she gripped the doorknob in one hand and dug around in her pocket for her cell phone. She had to call Sam and Dean but she needed a moment.
Closing her eyes she let the panic finally take over. Her chest became tight and she steadied herself. It felt like the beginning of a panic attack; she hadn't had one in years. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be safe; free and clear from the supernatural. Sure she dealt with so called 'villains' and thugs all the time but the supernatural was something different. Something that took over your life and drowned it. She had naively hoped that her move to Starling City would keep her away from that. And for a bit it did. Then they found her.
Adam and Thomas wouldn't be the last, she was sure of it. And they wouldn't have tried to kill her unless they were ordered too. Her eyes flew open as she realised she had almost died. That they were there to tear her to bits in the place she called home now. There was no hesitation on their part when they leapt at her with sharp fangs and tearing claws. They were going to end her if she didn't end them first.
If she didn't call for backup they would come again in force. And this time they might hurt her friends. She couldn't let that happen. Steeling herself she prepared to make her call when she heard a light tapping at her door.
"Felicity?"
It was Oliver.
"Yeah?" she called through the door.
"Are you ok? You've been in there for ten minutes without a word," he replied.
Rubbing her eyes she palmed her cell in confusion. She hadn't realised she had been zoned out in a panic for so long, "I'm ok. Just needed some proper time to freak out." She could have slapped herself for that. Now Oliver would definitely want to come in and check up on her.
"Can I come in?" he asked in that soft/demanding voice that said he was going to come in to check on her even if she didn't want to. Letting out a sigh she opened the door and ushered him in. That's what she gets for having an overprotective friend/boss.
He gave her a once over and came back to her face, "How are you doing?"
She closed the door and made her way over to the bed. Taking it as an invite he came to sit down next to her, "Considering that my home was literally run over by werewolves and I'm still standing, I'd say I'm good…"
"Felicity," he said in an admonishing tone.
"Well…good as I can be considering. Look Oliver…I'm ok. A little banged up but you stitched me up real good," she placed a hand on the closed wound by her hair line. Oliver had done a good job.
He peered at the wound before looking into her eyes again, "Yeah. If we didn't have to get back here so fast I would have done a lighting bolt."
She gave him a small smile, which he immediately returned, "Bet you would."
Conversation stopped for a second after the comment, neither knowing what was ok to talk about right now. Neither had expected to be shoved into the supernatural world tonight.
Oliver decided to take the lead, "Why didn't you tell me?'"
Her mouth suddenly became dry. How the heck was she supposed to answer that? They were friends, correction, they were best friends. But it had never been her on the centre stage. It had always been Oliver's, Sara's, Digg's, or Roy's show. Always their problems taking up the stage. She had always liked that. And then this happened. Now it was her show. Quite frankly, she didn't know how to bring up a past she honestly didn't want to revisit. Felicity had left for a reason.
"How could I? How could I bring up my past? Especially one I wanted to forget? You're my best friend Oliver, but how could I bring it up without you wanting to know absolutely everything. Also it was never the right time. And…and I mean how do you bring up the supernatural? Werewolves, witches, demons Oliver! Demons!" she exclaimed.
He looked over at her in shock, "Demons?"
She nodded, "Yup. All real. But don't worry. You guys are protected. Got little nifty talismans and wards from when I suture up your suits so…yeah. All protected," she tugged at his jacket sleeve.
He let out a shaky breath and grinned at her, "You're incredible, you know that?"
She felt warmth at his praise as her cheeks lit up, "Thanks Oliver. I would have told you eventually. You know I would have. Was even talking to Sam and Dean about eventually, in a really really long time somewhere down the line, to come up to see me. Maybe even meet you. Get the two gangs together. Not that we're gangs of any sort. Maybe of some sort and I'm going to stop talking in 3, 2, 1."
He watched her curiously as she ran a hand over crinkled brow, "I just want you to be safe. Will them coming keep you safe?"
"Yes. They know more about the supernatural than I do. Probably can compare it to how much I know about computers," she mused.
"Ok then. Call them," he said with such finality that she looked up in amazement.
Felicity knew how hard it was for Oliver to admit that he needed help of any sort. She let the idea float in her mind that it was for her. Somehow when he did things for her they were always different; somehow more determined and fierce, "Really?"
He gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side, "Yes. You know I thought I'd learned it all. That nothing could surprise me. But there you are."
"Keeping you on your toes," she teased lightheartedly.
A look passed over his eyes as he watched her, "Yeah, you always do." He untangled himself from her and stood from the bed, "I'll be in the living room if you need me."
She met his eyes and gave a nod. No matter how much he claimed that she always surprised him she could turn it around easily and say the same about him, "Ok."
He walked out the room and gently closed the door behind him. Now alone she looked down at the phone in her hand. She was nervous about bringing these two worlds of her life together. She decided to just bite the bullet. Unlocking her screen she scrolled down her contacts list and hit 'call'.
Holding the phone up to her ear she nervously fiddled with her comforter. After the sixth ring she planned on hanging up until she heard it. There was a click from the other side and something falling. A sleepy voice ground out, "Hello?"
She stayed silent. They hadn't talked in weeks after 'the argument that shall not be spoken about.' Sure she still texted them both to confirm that she was still alive, but she hadn't heard Sam's voice in weeks.
"Dean? It's too late for prank calls."
She let out a little huff of laughter at his words. She had forgotten about after-hunt prank calls from Dean.
She could hear Sam shuffling around on the phone, "Dean if it's not important I'm going back to bed."
"No wait. Don't hang up," she exclaimed.
Immediately his voice became awake and alert, "Felicity?"
"Sam. I…"
"Felicity, is everything ok?"
She just knew that he was already getting up and getting dressed; ever the ready one. Placing her elbows on her knees she answered, "No. No it's not. Sam…they found me."
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End of Chapter 3
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AN: Wow. This bad boy was definitely longer. I've really gotten into the swing of things with the writing of this. Please tell me what you think! Much love dears!
P.S. The episode "Seeing Red" happened in my verse. Let's just say that Roy got through his 'anger issues' and is a Mirakuru fighting bad ass? Also no Slade. He's long gone! (Just thought I'd make that clear.) *toodles*