Felicity was glancing through a magazine, she'd admit she was slightly bored since she had finished her work earlier and had yet to go tell her boss. What can she say, even she needed an easy day on the job. She couldn't help that she was just that amazing, now could she?
"Oh honey, what I wouldn't give to be able to pull that look off! How on earth did you create that?!" she mused in awe at the awesome cosplay that was before her.
"I really need to get back to working on my TARDIS cosplay. And maybe branch out to the Tales series. Oh! Colette!" she grinned as began a list of what she would need. "Maybe Sheena? Or a female version of Kratos!"
"Am I interrupting?"
She couldn't help the jump she gave as she dropped the magazine but managed to save her tablet that had her list, "Oliver! Seriously, barging in is not cool! What if I was busy doing something like-"
"Busy doing what exactly?" his perfectly cocked brow made her shut up as she realized his implication.
She went red before huffing a bit, "N-nothing! Um, what's up boss-man?" She asked as he came over to her before bending down to pick up the magazine, his brow going higher which she didn't think was possible, "Cosplay?" he asked flipping through it,
"uh, yeah, costume play? You dress up like a character and you become them and go to conventions and stuff. Real fun thing to do."
"You've done this before?" he sounded puzzled by the idea of dressing up.
"Well, yeah. It's actually really fun! Though the process of creating it can be a real pain, depending on the materials you use and how much details are going into it…"
"So you don't actually buy the costume, you make it?"
"Well you could buy it but if you have the skills making it is so much better! And don't give me that look; it's fun! Anyone can do it and in the end it looks so good, some of these people actually make their own weapons and armor, how cool is that? I mean, I could never pull off some of those looks but I've done some cool things, like I've dressed up as Alice from Alice in Wonderland as well as a Ghostbuster and even Princess Leia though definitely not the slave Leia costume but it would be interesting to try-" she froze when she realized what she had said, "Oh my god!" she went red, "I so did not mean to say that out loud!" she was red, "Forget I said anything!"
Oliver couldn't help the smile that made his way to his face as he watched her squirm, she was completely embarrassed, "So…Princess Leia slave outfit huh? How much do those run? I know you said you'd rather make it but hey, I think we can be okay with just buying." He smirked.
"Oh w-well…They're actually not too bad." She bit her lip at that.
"Oh Felicity."
And the way he said it made her insides all fuzzy, 'Bad Felicity, bad! No crushing on Oliver, he is your boss! Your boss!' she inwardly screamed. But the way he looked at her, she couldn't keep his gaze and she looked away. 'And it's never going to happen.' She thought bitterly, 'Hello, who does he love? Yeah, her name is Laurel and she's perfect so get it out of your head! And he's talking now.'
"What?"
He sighed exasperated, "I asked if you're okay?"
She nodded, "So, what's up buttercup?" she asked changing the subject while putting away the magazine.
He became serious in an instant handing her a flash drive, "I just met with a representative of Joana Mason and managed to sneak this away. I need you to look into it and see if you can get something from it."
At the mention of Joana's name her face darkened a bit but she brightened up a bit. "Oh that, that's easy! I thought you'd finally brought me something challenging."
His smile returned at that, "I know, you're amazing."
She couldn't help the way she glowed but she did try to stop the smile, "Well Mr. Queen," she joked, "Shall I take this back later on tonight?"
"Yes Felicity." He paused before his gaze landed on the vase on her desk, something he hadn't really paid attention to, "Flowers?"
"Oh uh, yeah."
"What's the occasion?" he asked curiously.
She froze at this before biting her lip after a moment, "Uh, just you know, flower time."
"I wasn't aware you liked flowers."
"Every girl likes flowers, just like every girl's likes diamonds and pearls. Oh stop it with that look again." She felt her stomach freeze, should she tell him about the flowers? About what had happened earlier but they were just flowers, flowers from someone who knew something had happened…
His cocked brow said everything, "Felicity?"
"It's nothing Oliver okay? I just get flowers every Tuesday."
He was about to say something when suddenly her boss walked in, "Ms. Smoak, oh. Mr. Oliver!"
Oliver put on a smile she could tell was forced, "Hello there."
"What can we do for you?"
"Oh nothing, I was just leaving. Thank you for the advice on my laptop Ms. Smoak. If it doesn't work I'll get ahold of you tonight." Translation, they'd talk about it tonight and with that he left her with her boss.
Turns out she didn't get a chance to be interrogated by him because she made a breakthrough and found Joana's location. It was the first thing that came out of her mouth upon seeing Oliver and he went and suited up then he and Diggle went out leaving her alone for another long night.
Her phone buzzed as she walked towards her apartment building and she answered without looking, "Hello?" she said tiredly as the cold sent shivers up and down her body, "hello?" she couldn't help the frown as she hung up, she did not need to deal with that anymore.
"I'm changing my number tomorrow, I'm sick and tired of this troll." She muttered as she made her way inside, annoyed at the fact that it was 3 in the morning and she was barely coming home from her second job and here she was getting a silent phone call.
It took all her will power to make it up the stairs to the second story and she'd admit it, it took her a few times to get the key into her door and get inside.
She made it to her room, her eyes shutting before she'd even manage to land on the bed and passed out.
She woke up to her phone ringing, "Hello?" she said groggily.
"Hello." Said a muffled voice after a moment.
"Who is this?" she said rolling to the side still half asleep, she glanced at the clock, "And why are you calling me at 7 in the ungodly morning?"
The other person did not say anything and she realized they had hung up so she rolled back over and knocked out.
When she awoke her room was completely bright and she was laid there for a bit, not wanting to get up but knowing she'd have to soon enough. After a few minutes she forced herself up, stretching, "Gah, way to go Felicity, sleeping in your clothes. I'm surprised I didn't set the damn alarm off…" she muttered to herself as she went to shower.
Last night had been long and hard. Joana Mason had finally been brought to justice after having her taped confession found by Detective Lance. That vile woman would now pay for having the shelter blown and having the audacity to file an insurance claim! Sometimes she really was ashamed of her species, humans always did stupid and evil things, well a few of them did anyway. They went and gave the rest a bad name.
Afterwards she was in her room changing when she got this weird feeling. She paused as she glanced around before her eyes landed on her window, her window with wide open curtains. She looked around, quickly making sure that yes, that room across from her was still unoccupied as the empty room across indicated so. She rolled her eyes and she finished up as she went to brush her hair she saw her alarm pad.
"When did I even do that?" she wondered as she saw that yes, it was indeed armed. Had she really been that out of it earlier that she hadn't even realized she had done all that? "Could've sworn I made my way straight to the bed…man, I need a vacation." She mused as she grabbed her laptop and sat her butt on the bench by the window, "And an endless supply of wine."
After some endless surfing she grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, an old worn out bear, the one that had belonged to her sister, "Well, I guess I can use today to laze about and maybe get some work done on the outfit, huh Arty?"
With that being settled she brought her stuff into her room and got to work.
And she did end up changing her cell number (and home too as a precaution) to which both Oliver and Diggle were confused about. She explained that she kept getting prank calls and it was really starting to irritate her. They asked if she needed any help with who was doing it.
"Naw, it's just some lame troll who I probably got mad over something nerdy and stupid. Don't worry, its nothing big."
They exchanged a look, "Felicity if this guy doesn't stop and finds out your number again let us know and we'll handle it."
"Look don't worry okay. Its fine, I took care of it." She said as she grabbed her stuff, "Now if you excuse I have errands to run so I'll see you guys next time alright?"
"Alright Felicity."
It wasn't until later on after she had been long gone that Oliver remembered he forgot to ask about the flowers.
Two days in a row? Well, I worked on this and then went, what the hell? Who needs sleep and to pay attention in class? So rather than study during my break or pay attention in class, I got this is out. Not to worry though, I'm very good at pretending to pay attention. x3
I know the last chapter sucked but I'm hoping this one is better, which personally I feel it is and flows better.
And I started on the next chapter already, I'm really pushing to get it out soon though not as soon as this one (since I just got a five page essay assigned as well as a video to film). I have a few ideas as to what this stalker will be doing to Felicity and I've actually tried talking about what stalkers do to other people. Might google some stuff too. If anyone wants any input feel free to leave me some feedback and if its not on my list (oh yes, there's a list of scenes of stuff that will mess with our favorite IT girl) I'll add it. ^^ I actually feel kinda bad for her but hey, it'll be okay. Though one scene that I have is begging me to turn into its own one-shot but that usually doesn't work cause then it'll turn into a multi-shot. Unless I do a very long one-shot. But that won't be for a while.
Anyway, tell me what you thought.
