Hey, regarding last chapter: I just wanted to make it clear: Oliver didn't shoot an arrow at Felicity, but rather in her direction to try to stop her from leaving. Im not sure exactly where this is going, but I don't not like any of these characters, so I won't be bashing them, so sorry if I kind of did that with Oliver-it was unintentional. Im not sure if Im going to include much of present day Damon, as he has his own thing going on in Mystic Falls and he's with Elena…but if anyone wants characters, I can try to include them. I work a couple of chapters ahead though, so it may take some time to include them if I choose to. I kind of have Felicity at war between her two selves: the persona she puts forth with Oliver and other humans and her vampiric one. I have written out the flashbacks of how Felicity was turned…so there's that coming up in a couple of chapters.


The next morning Felicity walked into the CEO's office suite with a travel coffee mug (that was filled with blood) and wearing an unusually monochromic grey and black colored outfit.

"Hey." She scowled at Oliver's voice. "I brought you some coffee." She could hear his smile but she refused to look at him.

"I brought my own." She said sharply. She wouldn't be treated like some employee or sidekick. She was Feliciy Smoak-Salvatore (depending on the day) and she would not be underestimated or mistreated.

"Felicity-"

"Don't." Felicity glanced at her computer. "You have a meeting in an hour, Mr. Queen." She put on the most impassive face she could. She wanted Oliver Queen to hurt.

"Felicity." He grabbed her arm and attempted to drag her to his office where they wouldn't be overheard.

"Don't touch me." She yanked her hand out of his grasp and turned back to her desk. "I have work to do and I'm sure you do too."


The Cold War between Felicity and Oliver did not ease up throughout the day. At one o'clock, Oliver scowled as he watched a man walk through the elevator. Felicity frowned and got up quickly before going to the man. He wondered if this was her ex-brother-in-law. Or worse, her ex-husband.


"I told you not to come up here." She hissed at Enzo.

"I promised Damon I'd look out for you, darling." Enzo tried to get around Felicity but she grabbed his arm.

"We both know he didn't ask you to. Enzo, what do you want?"

"I want to see lover-boy. I'm to report back to Mystic Falls."

"Leave. Now." Felicity insisted. "I'll meet you for lunch, as scheduled, in thirty minutes."

"Come on, Salvatore. Have some fun." Enzo wiggled his eyebrows.

"It's Smoak here, and I will stake you if you don't leave."

"You won't. Because you don't want your CEO-boss to see what a monster you really are, Smoak."

"Is everything alright, Felicity?" Oliver's voice shocked both vampires.

"We're fine, Oliver." She snapped, surprising him. "I'm taking an early lunch." She dragged Enzo back into the elevator.

"Felicity-" Oliver tried to stop her.

"I'm fine." She said before the doors closed.


After Felicity and Enzo had gone to lunch, they stopped to quickly raid two blood banks, stealing enough to satisfy them without being noticed. Felicity left Enzo with the bags and headed back towards Queen Consolidated. She walked to the building and scowled when she saw Isabel Rochev arguing with Oliver in his office. Felicity rolled her eyes as she sat at her desk, pulling up her work again.

Felicity stiffened as she heard Isabel storm out minutes later.

"Nice to see you're starting to take your job seriously, Ms. Smoak." The CEO gave Felicity's outfit a scathing look before walking back towards the elevator.

"Lovely as always, Ms. Rochev." Felicity mumbled. What she wouldn't give to drain the woman dry.

Felicity closed her eyes for a second, praying Oliver wouldn't come to talk to her. She bit her lip before dialing a number.

"Verdant." A rough voice answered.

"Roy Harper?" Felicity questioned.

"Speaking."

"My name is Felicity Smoak. I work with Oliver. I know what you are. If you start to realize you need someone else to train you, I know a few people in a strikingly similar situation." And she hung up. She didn't want to rely on Oliver to relay her message to Roy and she knew the boy could need help because Oliver was unwilling to take Roy's training seriously.

Felicity had a light workload, so she began to research some folklore for Elijah Mikaelson. It never hurt to have the oldest vampires owe you a favor or two.


"Hey, I'm gonna go." Felicity knocked on the glass doorframe Oliver had left open to his office.

Oliver looked up at her. "Alright. Will we see you later?" Her words were laced with undertones of hope.

"Probably." Felicity shrugged.

Oliver hesitated for a moment, feeling uncharacteristically abashed. "Who was the guy who came in for lunch?"

"He's a friend of my ex-husband's. He needed a place to crash and I had a spare room." She shrugged.

"Oh." Oliver frowned.

"Try not to think so hard." Felicity smiled at Oliver for the first time that day. "See you later." She said quietly before turning and leaving.


"Enzo! I'm leaving!" Felicity called from her front room. She had run home-figuratevly speaking- to put on more comfortable clothes before heading out to hunt, and then to the Lair. She had found one of her old pairs of smoking pants from when she and Damon were traveling and decided to put them on with a loose, blue and white striped shirt and basic loafers. It was a look she used to wear regularly.

"Be safe, dear." Enzo walked to wear Felicity was gathering her tears and teased her.

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Be good, husband." She said sarcastically before smiling. "You know how to call me if you need anything?"

"Don't be a hen, Felicity." Enzo smirked. "Go out, I'm over a century old."

Felicity rolled her eyes before darting out the door.


Felicity rushed down the stairs, her hunting had taken longer than it had in the past. After she fed, she had received a call from Elijah asking her for the information she had unsurfaced.

"Elijah, is everything okay?" She questioned softly as she entered in the keypad.

"Yes, yes." Elijah said softly. "Rebekah is warring with Niklaus, who is warring with everyone in turn."

Felicity snorted as she walked down the stairs and waved at Dig, Sarah, and Oliver, all of whom were training. "When will those two stop? What did Klaus do this time?" She inquired.

"Nothing out of the usual. It was actually Rebekah in the wrong." He said lightly.

Felicity furrowed her eyebrows. "Elijah-"

"Don't worry. You gave me the information I needed."

"There was one other thing." Felicity bit her lip.

"Oh?" She could hear the older vampire's curiosity.

"I did a little searching about Klaus' father's blood line. He has a descendent in New Orleans." She informed quietly.

"You did this?"

"I'm sorry if I overstepped, but-"

"No." Elijah cut her off. "I'm just surprised you were able to find this out."

Felicity shrugged. "It wasn't easy but it could be something to calm Klaus down." She shrugged. "We all know how volatile that man can be." She smiled as she heard her friend laugh.

"Be safe, Felicity."

"You too, Elijah. Tell Klaus that I said hi. And let Rebekah know I'm still in Starling if she needs a place to crash. I have Damon's friend staying with me, but I still have a spare room or two."

"Thank you for being kind to my family."

"Thanks for not ripping my heart out." She teased.

"I have to go." She heard Elijah's smiled across the phone line.

"See you, Elijah."

She sat at her desk as the others sparred and quickly encoded and hacked into the Augustine College's funds to find out about the Augustine Society. She had heard what happened and was less than enthused. She had tuned everything out and tracked the funds, ensuring that Wes Maxfield was the only remaining Augustine and that he had no access to money from the College. It was the most she could do momentarily. She was going through Maxfield's history when she heard the sparring stop but ignored the rest of the team. She smirked. "Gotcha."

She whipped out her phone and dialed Damon. "Hey mister." She greeted.

"Hello, wifey." Damon greeted.

"You totally owe me. Wes Maxfield is fleeing. He took money out four days ago in Virginia and just used his credit card in a diner of the interstate."

"You're the best."

"Torture him, hon." Felicity quipped, wanting the man to suffer. "Or I will."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"I'll keep you updated, Damon." Felicity hung up.

"What was that?" Sara questioned as she leaned against Felicity's desk.

"Oh you know." Felicity shrugged lightly. "I've started a vigilante hotline. I'm only your Girl Friday Monday through Thursday."

Sarah smiled. "I don't think Ollie and Dig will like sharing."

"Maybe I should branch out." Felicity smiled teasingly.

"Felicity Smoak, you daredevil." Saa laughed and patted her shoulder as she got up to shower.

But Felicity didn't answer. She frowned at the screen. She had alerts for large movements of vervain being moved, and there was one going straight into Starling. She began typing furiously trying to figure out where it came from and who was buying it but she was being rerouted and redirected all over the world. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She mumbled.

"Felicity, what's the matter?" Oliver rushed over, thinking he would need to suit up.

Felicity paid him no mind. "Crap." Whoever started this was good. As soon as she hit the second encrypted firewall, the company's website shut down. She stood up, not realizing how close Oliver was. They stood chest to chest for a moment before Felicity sidestepped him and grabbed her purse.

"I've got to go." She already had her phone in her hand, ready to call Enzo, finally glad she had a backup vampire to help her.

"Felicity!" Oliver kept stride with her.

"What?" She snapped, anxious.

"What was that?!" Oliver exclaimed.

"Oh. Just a high school reunion." She mumbled. "My dress got lost in transit." She lied. "I've got to run." She avoided him and quickly made her way out of Verdant.

"Enzo. We have a proble-" She was cut off as she grunted. She felt a pain as she sagged to her knees. She pulled a dart out of her back. "Vervain." She already felt weakened. She felt herself being shot with another three darts before everything went black.