Felicity pushed up on to the tips of her toes for the fifth time. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't quite tall enough to attach the small camera to the side of the cabinet. She lowered her feet until they were flat on the ground again, sighing. She knew it wasn't very likely that she was going to be able to miraculously attach the camera at the just right angle the first time anyway, but after spending the last five days on a bus with nothing but guys, she was finding that she was more likely to make an ass out of herself before even asking for help. She sat the camera down on the counter, looking around the bus to see if anything could be used to boost her height slightly. If she could stand on her toes on the object, she would only need a couple of more inches.

Another downside to a tour bus was that everything was firmly attached to where it was located, which she realized made sense in a logical way, but it really made things difficult for her. She picked the camera up from the counter before she climbed on to one of the seats, trying to find her balance on the arm rest. She smiled slightly as she leaned forward and managed to reach the part of the cabinet she wanted. She glanced down at the laptop that the camera was linked to, moving the camera around at different angles trying to find the best one. She wasn't sure how she managed to lose her balance exactly, or where Oliver came from, but the next thing she knew she was no longer balancing and before she could brace herself for the fall, Oliver's arms were wrapped around her and placing her on her feet.

Felicity ran her hand around slightly along his back before it clicked in her brain that she was rubbing Oliver Queen's back, his very shirtless back. She moved her hands away, using them instead to untangle his arms from her. She smiled, hoping she wasn't blushing. "Don't you ever wear a shirt," Felicity asked, cringing as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

Oliver raised his eyebrow. "I'll make sure to take the time to put on clothing the next time I'm saving your life."

"Saving my life," Felicity questioned, rolling her eyes. "It's like what eight inches from the ground? I think I would have survived."

"Are you always this bitchy in the morning?"

"Morning?" Felicity tilted her head, "Oliver it's three in the afternoon."

"Yeah, morning." Oliver's lips curled up. "Some of us do fun things at night."

"Some of us have real jobs."

"Says the girl who is attempting to hang up a video camera on a tour bus."

Felicity nodded, accepting his point. "Old habits I guess." She gave him a tight lipped smile before she placed her foot back on the chair, getting ready to try to hang the camera up again.

"You want some help," Oliver asked, placing one of his hands on her hip, trying to steady her.

Felicity's breath caught. She wasn't quite used to the Oliver Queen that sometimes existed in the morning. It was one of the first things she had noticed since she joined him; Oliver could be nice in the morning. It never lasted long, and it was only something that seemed to happen in a haze, almost as if he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. She wasn't exactly positive that it was a feature he was capable of later on in the day, but it was definitely not something she had seen.

"Hello? Earth to Felicity?"

Oliver's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She smiled down at him before replying, "Yeah?"

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Oh, yeah, actually that would be great."

He moved his hand from her hip to her hand, helping her down. "Where do you want it," he asked, grabbing the camera from her other hand.

"Right around there," she said, pointing to the cabinet. "I'm not sure where exactly. I was going to try to move the camera around and just look and hope I could find a good angle."

Oliver laughed. "Very professional." He placed the camera where he thought she was holding it before she fell. "How about here?"

He watched as she looked at the laptop and began ordering him around: a little higher, a little to the left, a little lower, no wait a little higher. "Perfect," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Oliver smiled slightly, securing the camera where it was.

"Just that one," he asked, wiping his hands across his jeans.

"No, I have a couple more already set up, that one was the only one that gave me so much trouble. Thanks for that."

"Yeah."

Felicity stared at him, waiting for him to say something. She still felt awkward around Oliver, never really knowing what his thoughts were or how he would react to something she said. Sometimes he was nice, someone she could actually see herself getting along with. Other times, he was the Oliver Queen that the tabloids loved: drunk, womanizing, and someone Felicity couldn't stand.

"Well, we're staying in the next city for a day or two, so that should give you some time to get this place all buggy."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "I don't think it's actually considered bugging if you know where the cameras are."

Oliver shrugged, he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and a bottle of medicine out of one of the cupboards. He didn't look back at her as he walked back to his room. Felicity sighed, leaning against the table. She had to start figuring out what exactly she was going to do for this documentary. She had put off filming anything for a couple more days, telling Tommy that she needed more time to get Oliver comfortable around her. But the truth was, she had no idea what she was doing. She had no focus, no plot; she had nothing. She knew Tommy wanted a behind the scenes, but the truth was that behind the scenes Oliver was a drunk who spent all of his time on the bus locked away in his room. If Felicity was going to get anything for this documentary, she was going to have to find a way to get close to him. She wasn't sure how she was going to do that. She wasn't even sure she wanted to do that.

She turned her head and watched as Tommy started getting out of his bunk, he smiled when he saw her. "Almost there," he asked, stretching his arms out.

"Yeah, I think we have another hour or so."

"Awesome." He sat down on the seat behind the table she was leaned against. She pushed herself off the table to take the seat across from him.

"I don't know how you guys do this staying up all night thing," she started saying, "I've been up since 10. Do you have any idea how lonely a bus is for five hours when you are the only one awake?"

Tommy laughed. "You'll get used to the schedule." He picked up the deck of cards that was on the table, raising his eyebrows out her. She nodded and watched as he started pulling the cards out. "You start filming today, yeah?"

Felicity looked down, watching as the cards came to land in a pile in front of her. She picked them up, beginning to organize them. "Yeah. I think I'm going to start with some far away shots, stuff from the concerts, maybe him walking around or getting ready. I'm thinking about interviewing Laurel and Roy, probably you and Digg too. Maybe Barry too, get more of a new comer's opinion. Some background perceptive."

Tommy laid down two cards, grabbing two more from the pile. "You still haven't figured out your angle, have you?"

She knew it wasn't a very solid plan. Due to the separate bus, something she was pretty curious about, she really hadn't had a chance to get to know the other members. She'd had a few conversations with Laurel, the bassist, and she seemed nice enough. She did have the benefit of being a woman, which Felicity was positive she would end up desperate for some time with someone of the same sex eventually. Roy was someone she found, even with their limited talks that she could easily talk to. He was a great drummer, very passionate and full of energy. Barry was the brains behind the lights and the sound mixing. She had seen him around the shows and said hi once or twice, but she didn't know much of anything about him. Their conversations never lasted long enough to get a grasp of his personality, or to figure out how he fit into the group. She knew that Oliver grew up with Laurel, and that Roy had been dating Oliver's little sister when the band's first album came out. But Barry wasn't someone that got mentioned on a lot of the gossip sites, or on the Wikipedia page for Green Arrow; he was someone she was going to have to get to know personally for any sort of background.

Felicity sighed pushing the thoughts from her head and choosing to ignore his question for the moment focusing instead on her cards. She laid three cards down on the table before grabbing three from the pile. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her face neutral. Her original hand was better. She looked up at him, he was trying to bite back his smile; he definitely had the upper hand. She sighed, placing the cards down on the table. "I'm terrible at this game."

"Card game skills are yet another life benefit you will gain on this tour." Tommy raised his eyebrows as he placed his cards down, clapping slightly as he looked over his win. "You'll also probably get better at changing the subject to avoid questions you don't want to answer."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Doubtful." She grabbed the cards and began shuffling them. "Different game maybe? Go Fish? I bet I could kick your ass at Go Fish."

Tommy placed his hands behind his head, leaning back slightly. "What's your angle?"

Felicity placed the cards down. "It's been, what, almost a week, Tommy? I still have no idea who Oliver is as a person. The closest I've come to witnessing a version of Oliver that I couldn't have pulled out of a tabloid is occasionally for five or ten minutes in the morning when he is a somewhat decent guy. I don't want to waste my time making a documentary that can be told through pictures, but he won't let me get near him. I have a feeling that's a thing he does."

"Seems like you are figuring him out."

Felicity huffed. "Yeah, I think it might take being trapped in a room with him for a few days to actually figure him out." She rolled her head to the side. "I don't know. I'll interview you guys, see who you think he is, who he was. Maybe it'll help trigger something."

Tommy nodded. "Yeah. Maybe." He grabbed the cards from her. "You might have to explain the rules to me. It's been awhile since I've played a game meant for toddlers."

Felicity laughed. "Yeah. Okay. I think I can do that."

After a few hands of Go Fish, Oliver and Diggle both joined them. Felicity smiled at John as she scooted over to the next seat so he could sit down. She watched as Tommy mimicked her movements for Oliver.

"You guys are really playing Go Fish?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

Felicity laughed. "Oh, not only are we playing it. I am kicking Tommy's ass."

Tommy lowered her head. "It's like she is psychic man."

"I told you I had mad skills," Felicity waggled her eyebrows at Tommy, smiling over at Oliver. "Want to join?"

Oliver rolled his eyes, huffing out a breath. "We were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago," he said, ignoring Felicity's question.

Felicity looked at him confused, he was just as capable as they were of looking out of one of the bus's windows to see that they were in traffic. She raised her eyebrow at Tommy before replying, "Did no one ever explain to you the rules of traffic?"

Oliver glared at her. "I see your social skills rank about as high as your choice in card games."

Felicity scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, my social skills are definitely the ones in need of some work," Felicity muttered pointedly. She wasn't sure how Oliver managed to go from a decent human to complete jerk in a little over an hour, but she wasn't about to get into it with him.

She glanced down at her cards, before grabbing the ones in front of Tommy to put away. "Thanks for letting me kick your ass," She said smiling. She stood up, scooting behind John. "I'm going to go attempt change my clothes in my bed. We're staying in a hotel tonight, yeah?"

Tommy nodded. "A warm shower, you'll be amazed at how much more you'll appreciate it."

Felicity laughed. "Trust me. After a week of bathing with water bottles, I think I might appreciate a cold shower." She cringed slightly at her choice of words, but mostly at the way Oliver's lips ticked upward slightly. "Yeah, I'm just going to go now."

She could hear the three of them laughing until she placed her headphones in her ears, effectively drowning them out. She glanced down at her duffel bag, groaning at the options she was left with. She wasn't actually sure anything in the bag was anywhere near remotely clean. Tommy promised that they wouldn't go this long without an overnight stay somewhere again, but Felicity was still planning on grabbing some to-go cleaners.

She looked out of the tiny window, smiling hopefully at the sun. She had quickly learned that while the end of September might still be shorts and flip-flop weather in Starling, it definitely was more of a jeans and sweater time of the year in cities further north. She grabbed a sweatshirt that was at the bottom of the bag, pulling it on as the bus slowly rolled to a stop. She gathered the small amount of things she had scattered around the bed, throwing them into the bag before she spotted the notebook that had her list of interview questions for the band written in it under her pillow. She picked it up and stared at it as she lay back down against the mattress. It only had four questions written down, not nearly enough for her unplanned, but hopefully going to happen, interview, but she wasn't too worried about actually convincing any of them to agree to it. They had all in some sort of way hinted that at the very list they were expecting it. Still, she didn't want to step on their toes, and she could tell that Oliver was a sore subject for them.

She wasn't sure how any of this really worked. She wasn't a huge fan of the band before the tour, but she had no idea how bad things were between everyone off stage. Laurel, Roy, and Barry didn't make any sort of contact with Oliver unless it was necessary. Hell, they were on a separate bus. There was a story there, maybe not one that could ever be included in this documentary, but she was certain that it was one that might help her crack away at Oliver's façade, even just a little bit.

She wasn't sure that the questions in her hand were going to do her any good. She didn't want them to feel like they were being interviewed, she wasn't a talk show host. She was there to make a movie, to show the world the real Oliver Queen, whoever in the hell that might be. She sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She was just going to have to wing the questions, maybe even the whole thing.

She didn't hear the sound of Tommy pulling the bunk's divider back over the music in her ears, but she did feel him staring at her. She smiled at him, pulling at the earphones with one hand as she used the other to grab the key card that he was holding out to her.

"You have no idea how happy I am with the idea of a night's sleep without listening to you snore Merlyn," Felicity said with a smile.

Tommy held his hand up to his heart, faking pain. "You wound me," he laughed. "If you find that you need the snoring to fall asleep, and I've heard worse excuses. I'll be right down the hall."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "You so need to get out more. That was horrible flirting," Felicity smiled at him. "Besides, I totally recorded it for future blackmail."

Tommy laughed. "Is it really that bad?"

"Maybe," Felicity shrugged. "Maybe not. Guess you'll never know."

"There are two other people on this bus you know."

Felicity raised her eyebrow. "But can you really trust them?"

Tommy shook his head. "I probably don't want to use them lying to me about snoring as the test. You need help getting your stuff inside?"

"I've got it. I didn't bring much."

Tommy nodded and Felicity smiled at him as he walked away. She grabbed the bag that was at the edge of the bed before heading off the bus. She pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt down, glad that she threw it on as she walked over to the other side of the bus where John was already unloading his stuff. She spotted her larger bag behind the one he was pulling out.

"Want me to grab that," Digg asked, as he sat the bag down.

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Sure." He pulled her bag out, handing it to her.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." He smiled at her briefly before he walked away. Felicity shifted the weight of the smaller bag slightly as she started walking in the same direction, not paying attention as she went around the bus and almost running into Roy.

"Whoa there blondie," Roy exclaimed, reaching out to help steady her. "You know, I thought those glasses were supposed to help you see."

Felicity glared at him. "Haha."

Roy smiled. "Somebody seems a little testy."

Laurel walked over, shaking her head. "C'mon Roy, give the girl a break. She's stuck on the bus with Oliver. She has every right to be grumpy."

"And no shower for like a week," Felicity threw in.

"Nobody has got to shower in a week," Roy pointed out.

"True. But you only share your bus with Barry and Laurel who seriously still smells good, which isn't even fair by the way."

Laurel laughed. "We can trade secrets tonight."

"Tonight," Felicity asked.

"If you are up for it, we were planning on vegging out in one of the rooms."

"I'm totally up for it," Felicity smiled. "I'll even get pizza if it means I can bug you guys with some questions."

"If they have anything to do with Oliver, you might need to get wine as well."

Felicity grinned. "I thought that was a given."

"You had me at pizza," Roy added. "What about you Barry," he asked, raising his voice so Barry could hear him.

"What about me, what?" Barry asked, jogging over to stand next to Laurel.

"Felicity is exploiting our offer to veg as a way to get answers about Oliver."

Barry laughed at Roy. "Exploiting huh?"

"She is offering pizza and wine."

"I'm in if I get to pick the movie."

"No." Roy and Laurel answered at the same time.

Felicity raised her eyes, shooting Barry a questioning look.

Barry sighed. "I might have made some bad decisions in the past."

"Some," Laurel asked, laughing. "We had a bet going for three months on if you would succeed in picking a worse movie. Three months Barry."

Barry tilted his head, conceding. "Okay. Fine. I'll leave the movie choices to Felicity, I suppose she is the expert."

"Oh no. Don't let the fancy degree fool you. I have a sincere love for crappy movies."

"We'll be the judge of that," Laurel responded. "I'm in 401, meet up at like six?"

"Yeah, sounds good."