Title: (When the Working Day is Done) Oh Girls, They Wanna Have Fun
Category: Arrow
Genre: Humor, Romance, Adventure
Ship(s): Olicity + a whole bunch of brOTPs
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Summary: (au, Olicity) The Arrow is taking down a particularly dangerous target—and losing—when he is saved by Starling City's other vigilante, who happens to double as a Queen Consolidated IT expert.
Warning: Language, violence, and angst
A/N: This update took forever, and I'm so so sorry about that. My dog jumped on my lap while I was working and my laptop fell over and it was being fixed for a week, so this is probably so bad, but I wanted to get it posted ASAP.
OH MY GOD THE NUMBER OF REVIEWS!
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Guest: Well, Felicity may be a Vigilante, but she is a human. She's just trying to do some good. She didn't go through any huge character-changing life-altering experience, so she's not fearless like Oliver.
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highlander348: Sorry…I was running out of ideas. If you want to prompt me though, I'd be happy to work it into the story.
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michellemaldonado: Sure. I'll put that somewhere. But it'll be after the angst and more towards the fluffy part in the future. I can't have him checking her out as she lays on her deathbed, y'know?
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"What happened?" Diggle asked, entering the hospital. Oliver looked up from his hands, looking completely distressed. He had a bag in the seat next to him, probably with the hood. He had changed into jeans at some point.
"I shot her," he said in a low voice, careful not to let anyone hear.
"Shot who?"
Oliver had called him, claiming that it was an emergency. Diggle didn't understand how shooting someone was an emergency, Oliver did it all the time.
"Felicity," he answered, rubbing his eyes. "Felicity Smoak. She's an IT girl at Queen Consolidated."
"You shot an IT girl?" The two men were struggling to keep their voices down. "Why?"
"It was an accident. She's the Panther. I was helping her out with something, and I was trying to shoot a guy, and he used her as a shield…"
"You accidentally shot an IT girl?" Diggle clarified, shocked.
Oliver opened his mouth to respond, but then a nurse exited the emergency room. "Is she okay?" he asked.
The nurse sent him a look of pity. "She's lost a lot of blood. Luckily, the arrow didn't hit her in the heart, but it did tear through her lung. She's being moved into emergency surgery. Right now, I need for you to fill out these forms." The nurse held out her arm.
"I already filled out forms," Oliver said.
"Those were for the police. These are for the hospital."
"Oliver," Diggle reminded him. Oliver nodded and closed his mouth. "We'll fill those out. Thank you." The nurse nodded and left. "Do you know what kind of insurance she has?" Diggle asked Oliver.
"Put it down as the company's."
After staring at his friend for a moment, Diggle went to fill out the forms. When he was done, he turned to talk to Oliver. "What's bothering you right now?"
"I shot an innocent woman," Oliver answered.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Miss Smoak's identity, does it?"
Oliver shot him a glare. "A little bit, but there are bigger things to worry about."
Diggle nodded, silently.
Days passed before anything happened. Diggle went back to his home.
Oliver left one day to shower and check on things at Queen Consolidated one day. And that one day, the hospital called.
He was sprinting out the door of the building before the doctor managed to say anything.
"She's taking visitors now. I thought I'd call you to let you know."
He debated running instead of driving, but decided that a little bit of time in traffic could help him get his thoughts in order.
It didn't work.
Halfway there, he pulled over to the side of the road and starting sprinting, running into people left and right.
"Hey!" someone yelled as he nearly shoved them into an open door.
"Sorry," he called back before continuing to weave through the crowd.
What would he say to her? Would she hate him? Would she remember him?
And then it was a blur of lines, of getting a visitor's pass and directions to her room, of the need to find her.
He stood outside her room, trying to find the courage to open the door. He needed to open the door. When he did, he saw that she wasn't alone.
"Who the hell is that?"
"Shh!" Felicity hushed her friend. "Hey, Oliver. Violet, excuse us." Violet shot him a look before leaving. Oliver turned her gaze back on Felicity.
She looked like an angel.
She felt like hell. Felicity had spent x amount of days in the hospital and was itching to get home and get back to her computer and that freaky little stray cat that lived on her fire escape that she sometimes let in when she felt like a nice person.
"Hey," Oliver asked her. There was some sort of crazed look in his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Hi," Felicity said, smiling. "Close the door, would you?"
He obliged.
"Thanks."
Oliver sat down in the chair that Violet had previously occupied. Felicity's best friend would be back soon, so she had to start talking. "So…now you know," she started cryptically.
Oliver nodded. "Now we're even."
Felicity nodded. "I want to get home, but the stupid doctor says I have to stay one more night. Can I just tell you how hard it is to sleep with an IV in your arm? It's very hard." Okay, yeah. She knew very much that her doctor wasn't stupid, but she was in a pissy mood and the medicines were making her feel hazy. But she still knew what she needed to do. "Hey, Oliver?"
He turned his blue eyes on her and stared at her. "Yes?"
"Can I trust you?"
There was a pause. Then, "Of course, Felicity. Of course you can trust me."
"Good," she said, nodding in approval. "I need all the allies I can get."
Oliver raised one eyebrow. "If that's the case, I think I can introduce you to a few more people. When you've recovered."
"I'll be fine," Felicity protested, waving him off.
Oliver cringed, and she wondered why. Then, she remembered that he'd been the one to shoot her. Accidentally, but still. "You had an arrow rip through one of your lungs," he told her. "You almost died."
"Key word being almost," Felicity told him.
"Felicity…"
"Why are you this worried?"
She knew why, she just wanted him to admit it. She wanted him to admit that he cared about her, not because she wanted to bait him or date him, but because it was nice to have someone who cared.
There weren't enough of those.
"Felicity…"
The way he said her name…it was brutal. She wanted to call him out on it, to tell him to say something besides that, but with that one word, her name, those four syllables, he was able to convey everything.
"I get it," she said, patting his arm. "Don't worry." Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, "I just might need to take a few days off."
"You can have as much time as you need," he promised.
She nodded, biting her lip. "How's the nightclub?"
He looked a bit taken aback. "You knew about that?"
"Sorry. I was starved for entertainment and the only magazines Violet could steal were tabloids." She smiled. "I wanna try to go opening night. I mean, I don't usually go out. Well, I mean, I don't. I still have a social life. No. That's a lie. I spend my days falling asleep at my desk and my nights being a vigilante that the people like." Felicity winced at her senseless babbling.
Oliver surprised her by cracking a smile. "Well, the Hood's going to be campaigning soon. Look out."
"Was that a joke, Mr. Queen?" Felicity asked. Oliver shrugged. "Well in that case, Panther for Most Popular. Ballot number 1."
Oliver faked a pout. "You wish."
"Just wait," Felicity claimed. "I'll win."
He laughed, a rare sound that made his throat rumble. "Okay."
Felicity pouted. "No. If you give up that easily, it's no fun."
"You two are adorable."
Both of the vigilantes looked up at Violet. She had her arms folded across her chest. "Now, you," (she pointed to Oliver), "leave. My girl Felicity and I have catching up to do."
Oliver looked a little intimidated and Felicity had to stifle a laugh. "I'll see you," she told him.
"Bye," he said.
When he left, Violet sent Felicity a strange look.
"What?"
"Nothing…it's just…he didn't kiss you goodbye."
Felicity's jaw dropped and she shook her head furiously. "No…Oliver and I aren't dating."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Dude, did you see the way he was looking at you?" Felicity shot her friend a look, and Violet sat down in the chair next to her bed. "Now. Tell me. How did you two meet?"
"We're not dating!" Felicity protested. "We've been over this."
"You're right," Violet said with a smirk. "That tree looks familiar." Felicity slapped her best friend in the shoulder. "Alright, alright. Changing the subject."
"Thank you."
A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a little all over the place. Please leave a review. Praise boosts my ego, con-crit makes me better, and flames will be used as devices to ruin all the bad-guys.