Disclaimer: The usual, I don't own it, I just write fanfiction.
The only thing she had left to bring up to the apartment was the dining table. She was actually heading to the elevator to ride down and get it. While wondering if Mr. Lance or Diggle were willing to help her out. But she stopped in her tracks when she heard an ear piercing scream, coming from the floor above.
Making the split second decision that waiting for the elevator would waste precious time, Felicity turned heel. She bolted up the stairs to the next floor. Whoever it was screamed bloody murder a second time, which led her to the door marked 13. It was ajar, concerned she knocked first, at the third scream she peaked her head around the door.
Her body followed as she pretty much fell into the apartment, tripping over a purse that had been dropped in the doorway.
In front of her, a girl a few years younger than she was, was standing on her own dining table. Round eyes as wide as dinner plates and short hair appropriately frazzled, the girl was horrified. So she thought she'd introduce herself, calm the situation, maybe connect with the petite girl. "Hi, my names Felicity. I'm your downstairs-"
"Don't move" she called to Felicity. "It's on the table behind you."
At the words of the girl Felicity turned slowly. Seeing what scared the girl she breathed a sigh of relief, "it's just an over sized cockroach." And with a shrug. " Don't you have some bug spray or-" Then everything went downhill.
"HOLY CRAP THAT THING FLIES!"
Cue another bloodcurdling scream from the girl and Felicity was up on the table next to her in a second. She had underestimated how fast things could turn chaotic. Calm down, she told herself, breathe. She turned to the girl, "what's your name?"
"Thea," she answered while her eyes bounced from Felicity's face and back to the cockroach. "Where's Roy when I need him" Thea whimpered.
"Okay Thea, calm down. Can you tell me if you have bug spray?"
"In the kitchen," Thea's were still switching between Felicity's face and the cockroach, "under the sink."
Felicity turned to look over her shoulder, the sink was on the other side of the room. So she committed the route to memory and she turned back to Thea. With a quick "I'll be right back" and her eyes never leaving the cockroach, which was slowly zigzag crawling its way towards the table, Felicity headed to get the bug spray. Reaching the sink, she quickly ducks her head down, yanks open the cupboard and palms the can of bottled death. She quickly sprints back.
Thea's pointing now and yelling, "there! There it is, get it!" Felicity's quick and soon enough there's a ring of bug spray around the cockroach, just in case the now visible mist Felicity's sprayed didn't suffocate the flying monstrosity already.
The thing is still twitching when a man barges through the door, not unlike Felicity had done a few minutes ago. His eyes sweep the room, taking in Thea staring blankly from her knees, still on top of the table and Felicity leaning against the back of Thea's couch huffing and puffing like she's just run a marathon.
"Is everything... Okay?"
The sound of the man's voice, snaps Thea out of her trance. The next thing Felicity knows, Thea's jumped off the table and is running full speed toward her. Of course giving a wide berth to the cockroach still laying on the floor. She wraps her arms around Felicity's shoulders in a bear hug.
"Thank you. Thank you." She flies through a recap of her encounter with the cockroach. "I was going out I had my bag and my keys and everything. Then I went to open the door and it was on the handle. It was crawling all over it." Felicity laughed, the girl didn't stop talking. Which was strange because that was usually her line- or- lines.
When Thea did come up for air, Felicity didn't get a word in before Thea turned to the man that walked in earlier.
Finger pointing and poking ensued. "THOMAS MERLYN,"
The man's eyes went wide. "Uh-oh full name."
"Where were you!? I screamed and screamed. Why weren't you or my brother here to save me from that insect thing? This poor random Felicity girl probably heard me from the street and she got here faster than you did!"
"I actually live here."
Thomas and Thea turned toward her. "We'll not here, here. I live downstairs. One floor down. Number 9. I just moved in. I really like it. Not that I don't like your apartment. I'm not a big fan of cockroaches. Not that there's a lot of cockroaches up here. Just the... one..."
It's a miracle she managed to slow herself to a stop.
Thomas and Thea are still staring. Thomas is the first one off the block.
"Hi, my names Thomas Merlyn." He throws a grin to Thea, "Tommy, when nobody is angry at me," he says with a wink.
Felicity smiles, nodding... Tommy is still watching her though. Patient. Expectant.
"Oh, Felicity. I'm Felicity. Smoak." She snaps out of it, shaking her head a little and flashing a smile.
Thea giggles and Tommy looks back at her. "Finally found one," he chuckles, "I think she actually talks more than you do Thea." Felicity blushes, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks she decides its time to go.
She walks up to Thea and hands her the bug spray can she's still holding. "Here."
"Thanks."
Tommy butts in with a smirk, "yeah thanks for saving Thea from the super evil cockroach."Thea rounds on Tommy, he doesn't get away with his comment. Not with Thea. They're still arguing when Felicity takes her chance and slips out the door.
She's still gotta find a away to get the dining table with her name on it downstairs, into her apartment.
Definitely meeting Oliver in the next one, I have the chapter planned-ish so it'll be up by next week. Maybe... most likely... I hope...
And as always, cheers for getting to the bottom.