Hey Guys! Sorry for the big mess up! I typed this during my break, posted it, and then went to class so I didn't get a chance to fix it as soon as I would like. Anyways, I am so excited about how many of you are reading this! I hope it's as good as you hope! I'll post again as soon as I get the next part written, but in the meantime, enjoy and review!
"You're bleeding!" Felicity said, rushing from her seat to Oliver as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Felicity, it's a cut. Need I remind you the many times I've been shot? This is nothing. Won't even scar."
"Still," she said, taking the time to clean it once he sat in his chair.
"So what's the plan now?" Diggle asked. "Reunion?"
"I'm not going to that reunion," he growled.
"What's the deal with this reunion?" Roy asked.
"The fact that they all remember the person I was before the island," Oliver said. "It's not some of my finer moments."
"It's a mission. Besides, doesn't everyone go to the reunion to see how you've changed?" Roy asked.
"Or to get the the person you couldn't in high school," Felicity mumbled.
"Which is precisely why I won't be going," Oliver said.
"Speaking of," Felicity said, grabbing her phone. "You're 'friend' won't stop texting me trying to convince me to hang out after."
"Tell her it's a wrong number," he said.
"I did. She thinks 'Ollie' is playing games."
"Let me see it," he says as he takes her phone from her. He scanned through the many, many messages that Jessica had sent her.
"Can I blow her phone up?" Felicity asked. "She's getting annoying."
"Wouldn't that be exactly what she's doing to you?" Roy said.
"No, I mean actually blow her phone up," Felicity said.
"Dang, Felicity, do I detect a little jealousy?" Diggle asked.
"What? No, it's just annoyance." she said, blushing.
"Mhmm," Diggle said.
"I don't care what you do to her phone, as long as we don't have another body on our hands," Oliver said. "Now we need to come up with a new plan."
"I don't understand why you won't just got to your reunion," Roy said. "It can't be that bad."
"Clearly, you didn't know me before the island," Oliver said.
"None of us did," Felicity said, "But we can deal with it, together. Just like we always do."
"You don't understand. I've slept with probably more than half those girls," he said, mumbling the end under his breath.
Felicity looked at him over her glasses. "Over half? I thought you were with Laurel in high school."
"I was," he said. "But I also went on a yacht with her sister right after we decided to move in together. I told you, I'm not proud of who I was."
"So let me get this straight. You don't want to go to the reunion because you don't want to face the girls you slept with?" Roy asked.
"More or less," he said.
"I think you think they all still want you," Diggle said laughing.
"Big head," Felicity whispered to Roy.
"Hey, don't judge," Oliver said. "We can all remember your goth days,"
"Children, children," Diggle said. "Here's what we're going to do. Felicity is going to teach me how to work her computer stuff. Oliver, you're going to go to your reunion…"
"No, I…." Oliver started.
"I'm not done," Diggle interrupted. "You're going to go to your reunion and take Felicity as your date, or girlfriend, or whatever you need her to be to. Once there, Felicity should be able to find the computer and disable it while you protect her."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Oliver said.
"As long as we can find Aaron or the computer he's using, we should be able to stop it in time," Felicity said.
"Alright, well I'm going home," Diggle said. "What time is the reunion?"
"Seven," Oliver and Felicity said simultaneously.
"Okay, well, let's meet here right after work so Felicity can show me how to work her computers. Roy, you can take patrols tomorrow night."
"Since when did you start making all the decisions?" Oliver asked.
"Since you started acting like a baby about this reunion."
"Go home, Dig," Oliver said.
"I'm out too," Roy said. "See you tomorrow."
Felicity had turned to her computer to set up her program so Diggle could use it and Oliver had slipped out to change back into his regular clothes.
When he came back, he picked up his arrow and threw some tennis balls at the wall. He shot, once, twice, three times, missing all of them.
"Are you okay, Oliver?" Felicity asked.
"I'm fine," he said.
"Are you sure?" she asked again. "You never miss."
"I…." he paused. He saw Felicity get up and approach him, giving him her full attention.
"You can talk to me," she said.
"When its us four, I'm the Arrow. I'm a guy with a mission. I'm someone you all look up to and expect to take care of you."
"Oliver...we,"
"No, no, it's fine. I love that part of me. I love the fact that I can protect you. But I've gotten so wrapped up in that part of me, I haven't really had a chance to be, Oliver Queen. I just…. I don't want you to look at me different when you see what I used to be."
"Oliver.." Felicity said, reaching up to put her hand on his folded arms. "I know who you are now. I know that's not who you are anymore. I know all those things led up to you being the person you are. And you know how I feel about him." She smiled.
He took a deep breath, before unfolding his arms. "Thank you, Felicity. I needed that."
She took that opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck.
"I'll never change the way I see you based on something you used to be."
He wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her closer.
"What would I do without you?" he asked.
"I imagine you'd be going to this reunion alone, or with Dig," she said, smiling as she pulled back.
He let a smile appear on his face. Something only Felicity could bring out of him.
"Let's get home. We have a big night tomorrow."
She nodded as she picked up her purse and tablet and let him lead her out the foundry, shutting the lights off on their way out.