A/N: I loved your responses last chapter to Ray as the villain! I needed a new bad guy since Slade is overused and predictable these days, Malcolm in this story definitely doesn't fit the role since I've got plans for him, Sebastian Blood is more of a lackey doing the dirty work for others, and I strictly associate Ra's al Ghul with the League.
And personally, I think Ray's up to no good when it comes to that suit of his, no matter what he's said and done so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or DC Comics.
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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall
XXI. Surprise Visit
Felicity pushed the door to her office open, head down as she scribbled down notes for the project on the file in her hands. She paused just beside the door and flipped through the file, read over the notes the members of her team had added after yesterday's meeting with Applied Sciences, before continuing to jot down her thoughts and suggestions to fix the problem.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and her instincts kicked in. She tightly gripped the pen in her hand and quickly threw it in the direction of the person sitting at her desk.
A grunt of pain let her know that she had hit her target. "Ow, that hurt!"
Felicity scowled at the sound of his voice. "What are you doing in my office?"
Palmer, rubbing at the back of his head where her steel pen at hit him, swiveled around in her chair to look at her. "I was waiting for you," he told her like it was supposed to be obvious.
Her scowl deepened and her gaze narrowed. The man just wouldn't leave her alone. Every corner she turned he was there without fail. It was starting to piss her off.
Felicity made to tell him to get the hell out of her office, but paused at the sound of a light knock on her door. She turned and spotted Carrie with a wide grin on her face standing in the doorway. "Hi, Carrie," she sighed.
Carrie's grin became impossibly wider, but it quickly turned into an angry scowl when her gaze slid passed her and zeroed in on Palmer. "You!" she angrily shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at him. "What are you doing in Miss Smoak's office? I thought I told you to stay out after I caught you in here while she was out on her lunch break Monday afternoon!"
Felicity gasped in shock at this piece of information. Palmer had been in her office while she was gone? A shiver ran through her at the thought. She didn't even want to know what he was doing in here while she wasn't around.
Thank God the project was almost finished.
She would never have to see his damn face ever again. If she did, she couldn't be held responsible for her actions.
Carrie stormed into the room until she stood towering over Palmer in her bright green pumps, red hair flaming. "If Miss Smoak or I find you in her office without an invitation again, I'm going to report you to Mr. Martin, Mr. Palmer," she threatened. "I think he would just love to be informed of all of the problems you have caused for the women and a few of the men of this department and, from what I understand, in Applied Sciences also. Now, would you please kindly vacate Miss Smoak's office?" The redheaded woman crossed her arms and pointedly looked between him and the open door.
Palmer gave Carrie a tight, insincere smile before slowly rising. His gaze slid across to Felicity and that fake smile turned lewd. "I'll see you later, Felicity. It'll be just me and you then."
She gaped at him and took an involuntary step back as Carrie dove in front of her completely livid. "Now listen here, you," she hissed. "If I find you someplace alone with Felicity, or any other woman, I'm going to make you wish I reported you to Mr. Martin. Because when I'm done with you, no one's going to recognize that face of yours and you're going to be missing a very important body part. Understand?"
He glared down at her and nodded sharply once. "Yes," he ground out between clenched teeth before marching out the room.
Felicity slumped into the chair in front of her desk, clutching the file to her chest. She slowly lifted her head to look at Carrie. "Did that just happen?"
She nodded her head and crouched low beside her. "Yeah, it did," she sighed, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Felicity's tense arm. "Are you okay, sweetie? I should have been keeping a better eye on Ray Palmer as soon as you told me about him. He's worse than I thought."
"I'm fine, Carrie—just a little shocked. I'm glad the project is almost completed, though."
Carrie sat with her in comfortable silence for a few minutes longer before suddenly gasping and making Felicity jump.
"What?" she asked, watching as a mischievous smile lit up Carrie's face.
"I almost forgot," Carrie squealed excitedly, tugging Felicity to her feet and taking the file from her, dropping it onto the desk. "Your admirer is here to see you."
Felicity's heart beat furiously in her chest and before she knew it Carrie was dragging her out of her office and past the cubicles where she could hear the excited whispers of her coworkers. They stopped a few feet away from Carrie's desk where a tall, broad shouldered man stood waiting with his back to them.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She'd recognize those shoulders anywhere.
"Here she is, Mr. Queen."
Oliver turned and upon catching sight of Felicity a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi."
"Hey."
He stepped closer until they were so close that Felicity had to tip her head back to look into those blue eyes of his. "These are for you," he said, handing her a bouquet of flowers.
She looked down and saw bright yellow daffodils. "New beginnings," she murmured softly, looking back up at him.
Oliver nodded, eyes never leaving hers as he hesitantly took her hand in his. "We went about things a little differently than most, but I don't regret any of it, Felicity. The only thing I regret is that my past has tainted the way you see and feel about me." He laced their fingers together and intently stared at her. "I want to start over with you if you'll give me the chance."
Felicity smiled and nodded. "Yes."
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Mmm, the two sides of Miss Cutter – Crazy Carrie & Cupid. She's a total Olicity shipper and a Ray hater if you haven't noticed.
And what did you think of Ray this time? His creep-o-meter went up astronomically if you ask me.
Keep leaving ideas, guys, they help feed the muse. And if things go right, that coveted Oliver POV should be coming around soon ;)