Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, the C drive on my computer shat itself and the computer shop discovered the slave drive was well on the way to doing the same thing, so I was without a computer while they installed new drives and cloned the old drives. All's well now though, so here's a short piece of silly fluff.

Felicity and Laurel 37

The girls are having a lazy afternoon off, sprawled out on the couches at Felicity's place watching a bootleg of Guardians of the Galaxy that Felicity had pirated straight off the studio's supposedly secure servers. The movie had drawn to a close, followed by a conversation fuelled by the vast quantities of popcorn, candy and chocolate they'd both consumed. Felicity rolled onto her side and addressed her friend across the room on the other couch.

"Gamora has to be Sara, kick ass assassin with a conscience" Laurel settled back on the couch and spoke.

"No arguments there, and John's gotta be Groot" Laurel started cracking up, laughter spilling out, getting a raised eyebrow from Felicity. Finally calming she grinned. "I was just imagining him standing there in the lair saying 'I am Groot' fifteen different ways" Felicity grinned.

"I am Digg more like it" They both snickered for a moment, before Laurel settled back and looked over at her friend.

"And Drax has to be Oliver, all literal and angsty and no sense of humour"

"I can totally see that" Felicity grinned, then quoted the character. "Nothing goes over my head, my reflexes are too fast" They both chuckled before Felicity frowned. "But who's Rocket?"

"Have to be you" Felicity's head came up off the cushion to look at her friend.

"Me?" Laurel nodded blandly.

"Yeah, one of a kind, smart mouth, makes all the good toys, only sensible, normal one on the team" Felicity made a great play of looking shocked.

"Thank you, I think" She frowned from her place on lying on the other sofa. "I can't believe I'm being compared to a hamster" The mangled movie quote sent them into hysterics again, before they finally settled back as Laurel suddenly smirked.

"That'd make Roy Peter Quill, pretty boy desperately trying to get people to take him seriously as Starlord" Felicity giggled at the rather accurate, if cruel lampooning, then quoted the movie just finished.

"Who calls him that? Himself mostly" Laurel's laugh was full of happiness, they'd needed the stress relief and there was no one she'd rather do it with than Felicity.

"It could be worse, imagine us as loony tunes characters" Felicity's eyes lit up with joy. Now they were talking.

"Ok then, who's Oliver?" Laurel frowned, dredging her memory back to her childhood, before suddenly snickering.

"Pre-island Oliver was definitely Pepe Le Pew, the amorous skunk" That got a howl of laughter from Felicity, imagining Oliver as the forever suave skunk, obsessed with chasing mixed up females. Finally she calmed down enough to speak.

"And now?" Laurel shrugged.

"Sylvester?"

"Suffering succotash!" Felicity levered herself up from the couch for a second, waving her finger at Laurel.

"Get it right. Suffering succotash, you have failed this city" They both fell back, chuckling at her growly Oliver accent, as she mangled his catch phrase. Finally Felicity looked over at Laurel and spoke.

What about John?"

"I dunno" Laurel thought about it for a moment then shook her head. "Dunno" Felicity suddenly waved her hand.

"I do, Marvin the Martian" At Laurel's questioning look she went on. "Quiet guy, never loses his temper, but comes up with the best plans" Her voice suddenly changed, the pitch lifting. "Earth? Oh I'm going to blow it up, it obstructs my view of Venus" Laurel suddenly snickered before her voice took on a higher pitch as she enunciated the words.

"The Illudium Q36 Explosive Space Modulator, that creature has stolen the Space Modulator!" Felicity chuckled in memory.

"Instant Martians; just add water" Laurel shook her head, wiping at her eyes.

"You know we're demonstrating just how misspent our youth was?" Felicity's voice was full of outrage.

"Misspent? Those are classics!" The lawyer's head shook slowly.

"Classics, I'll believe that when they teach courses on them at university"

"If they don't they should" Laurel waved the comment away.

"Roy?" Felicity thought it over for a bit and then grinned.

"Yosemite Sam, little guy, wears red, has a temper" Laurel nodded slowly.

"That fits" She eyed her friend. "And me?" At Felicity's narrowed gaze she peered right back. "Make it good girl" Felicity just rolled her eyes, a trifle theatrically Laurel thought, then settled back.

"I was thinking maybe that cat Penelope with the paint stripe that Pepe chased, but that doesn't quite fit…" Her voice trailed off as she thought about it, rolling over to lie flat, bringing her hands up to link behind her head as she continued to muse out loud. "Always being chased by the bad guys…gets away clean…mostly harmless…Tweety maybe?"

"Tweety!?" Laurel sat up, indignation in her face. "I am not some anthropomorphic canary, Sara maybe, that'd fit, but not me" She cast a scowl at Felicity. "Besides, I hate yellow; it's so not my colour" Felicity snickered slightly at her friend's over the top reaction before continuing.

"Ok, so not Tweety, how about Speedy Gonzales, the fastest mouse in all Mexico" Laurel tilted her head and scowled at her friend.

"So I've gone from a canary to a mouse, you are so not in my good books" Her response was a twist to her friend's lips, drawing a mock scowl before Laurel turned the tables. "Anyway, Miss Smarty-pants, seeing as you're so good at cartoon characters, who are you then?" Felicity's smirk changed to a full blown grin.

"You haven't worked it out?"

"Nope"

"Easy, Wile E Coyote" Laurel frowned.

"The mad one that keeps ordering crap from Acme but still can't catch a stupid road runner? As I recall every scheme ended up blowing up in his face, often literally. Hardly seems like you, at least you'd be smart enough to order an Acme TV dinner"

She watched a little bemusedly as her friend suddenly bounced up and hurried over to the table where her purse was sitting, opening it and sorting through her clutch, as far as Laurel could tell she was searching every nook and cranny there, speaking all the while.

"No silly, right character, wrong cartoon series, Wile E from the Bugs Bunny series, the one where he talks" She started muttering to herself, loud enough for Laurel to hear. "I know I've still got one somewhere here…where is it…" She suddenly smiled happily. "I knew I still had one" She walked over, a business card in her hand.

"I was part of a hackers group meeting as a sidebar to a computer conference a few years back, as a joke we all had to come up with cartoon nicknames as covers and get business cards made up" She handed over the card with a flourish, still speaking. "One guy was Space Invader, another was the Silver Surfer, lots of people were comic book characters, the only other girl there went with Betty Boo, but I thought that something more…appropriate was needed"

Laurel took the card and looked down, finding herself nodding, it really was appropriate for her friend.

Wile E Coyote

Super Genius