A/N: Oh gosh, I am so sorry about how long this took. I thought I would have more time to write after I graduated, but real life has just been kicking my butt. I'm nowhere near giving up on this story. If you guys ever want to know where I am on it, you can probably find me on Tumblr complaining about how long it's taking me to finish the next chapter!

Scrunching her nose, Felicity glared at the blue on her fingers. Leaning her head back against the seat, she squinted her eyes moving her hand around against the light. She glanced over at Thea, watching as she finished tightening the lid on the polish she had finished using. They had been on the bus for three days. Tommy and Digg went on the other bus after Oliver's arrest. Oliver had passed out before anyone could really talk to him about anything. When he woke up the next morning, Thea and Felicity were on the couches, watching a movie. He looked at the two of them, before nodding his head. He disappeared into his room and hadn't made himself overly known since then.

"I told you to stick with purple," Thea commented, laughing as she handed Felicity the nail polish remover. "You loved the purple."

"Of course I loved the purple. It's the perfect combination of rich color that lasts with a slight shimmer that isn't a bitch to get off like glitter coats." Felicity grabbed the bottle from Thea, pouring it onto a cotton ball as she started removing the polish. "I've also been wearing the same color for the last three polish changes. I'm becoming predictable."

"It's a cute color." Thea shrugged, before continuing to apply the top coat over the pink on her nails. "You could look through my polish. Between the two of us we could probably open up a nail store without any upfront costs."

"I'll add that to my backup plan list."

"Your backup plan list," Thea asked, amused as she handed Felicity a deep green shade.

Felicity scrunched her nose at the color, setting it down again. "Yeah, my backup plan list. You know, for when this crazy pipe dream of making movies passes. My mom assures me on an almost biweekly basis that it's going to happen soon."

"Your parents wanted you to do something else?"

"My mom did. My major was originally molecular biology. I was on a Mom approved path to becoming a doctor."

"So, what happened?"

"I took Intro to Film during my first quarter, and I don't know, fell in love I guess. I switched my major. I didn't tell me mom for two years. It's still a sore subject."

Thea raised her eyebrow. "So, besides the taking some time off part, we aren't that different."

Felicity shook her head, "Well, I'm missing the oomph of having the last name Queen. But in the letting parents down and following your dreams part? Not really."

"Your parents still aren't okay with your decision?"

"Not at all. My mom especially… my dad tries to stay out of it, but I can tell he's disappointed, you know? They had big dreams for my brother and me. A doctor and a lawyer. My brother lived up to his end of the bargain, I'm the letdown."

"How about yellow," Thea questioned, changing the subject. "I think I have a really bright yellow. I can probably even draw a little bee."

"I could paint a flower on yours."

Thea widened her eyes, in fake surprise. "We could have friendship nails."

Felicity started laughing as she grabbed the yellow Thea was talking about. She went to work unscrewing the cap, before gliding the polish over her nail. She puckered her lips as she finished the first nail. "I think I like it," she said, shooting a smile to Thea.

"I'm starting to get worried about him." Thea nodded her head towards the back of the bus. "I mean, I don't know if I've actually seen him in twenty-four hours. The other bus made it to New York six hours ago, he should have figured something was going on. Why hasn't he asked about where we are?"

"Does he even know that Tommy canceled two of the shows? I mean, I don't think they talked about it. So, maybe he thinks were supposed to be in the middle of nowhere still? Or he could have heard us talking about taking the week off?"

"And he didn't say anything?"

"He's been too drunk to notice?"

Thea snorted. "Or he's dead."

"Eh. I mean, it smells, but I think if he were dead it would smell more."

"I don't care if we literally have to bathe him ourselves, he's taking a shower when we get to the next truck stop."

"But, like, Thea, don't you know Oliver Queen is like too good to take a shower at a truck stop? What if someone takes his picture?"

"I sound nothing like that," Oliver spoke up, crossing his arms as he leaned against the edge of the wall.

"Well, actually…" Felicity's voice trailed off as she lifted her head up to look at him. Thea had been kidding about him dying, but actually seeing him for longer than a second for the first time in two days had her thinking Thea might have been pretty close to the truth. He had dark bags under his eyes, and his jeans looked loose around his waist.

"You're staring," he deadpanned, looking down at Felicity.

"I see your shirt allergy is acting up again."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Only around you."

"You should probably eat after your shower," Thea mentioned, as she looked over at him. "I think we should be at the truck stop in about twenty."

"Why aren't we in New York?"

"We, uh," Thea glanced over at Felicity as she started answering Oliver's question. "We sort of thought that maybe New York wasn't the best place for you to be for the next five days."

"Why is that?"

"There's a lot of alcohol in New York."

"There's a lot of alcohol on this tour bus."

"Actually," Felicity started, "There's only the alcohol in your room left. And we're getting rid of that when you shower."

"Are you," Oliver asked, his tone disbelieving.

"Yeah, we are."

"You guys are crazy. What am I supposed to do on a bus for five days?"

"We have that planned too. We bought Monopoly at our last stop."

"You expect me to play Monopoly? For five days?"

"There's also going to be TV binging," Thea added, "and I think we are halfway through planning our singing competition."

"You can't sing," Oliver replied pointedly.

Shrugging, Thea tilted her head. "We won't be on the bus for five days either."

"Where are we going?"

"We're in Georgia. I figured we could stay at the cabin for a couple of days before we go to New York. Go swimming, watch movies, you know, hang out somewhere other than a tour bus or a bar."

"Thea—

"Don't 'Thea' me. I think maybe you need a time out, Oliver. Your life is constantly going, maybe you need to remember that it can stop sometimes."

"A trip to the cabin is fine, I just don't see why everyone is making my drinking into a big deal. Everyone drinks. I don't have a problem."

"Then going a few days without it shouldn't be a big deal." Felicity smiled at him, her lips tight as she made her point. "Right?"

Oliver glanced at her, not saying anything as his eyes narrowed. She raised her eyebrow as she smiled at him slightly before rolling her eyes as he walked back to his room. Felicity turned her attention back to Thea, shaking her head before going back to painting her nails. It wasn't until the bus had stopped in front of the truck stop that Oliver walked back out, a bag in his hand.

"Alright, here you two are."

Thea smiled at him, reaching up to grab the bag. She scrunched her nose up as she glanced at the contents. "That's all of it?"

"You're more than welcome to check." He tipped his head at her, as he pulled is hat down. "I'm going to go take that shower I think was ordered of me."

"We appreciate it," Felicity said with a smile as he walked away. She glanced over at Thea, nodding toward the room. "Well, let's go look."

"And risk ruining these nails?"

Felicity laughed, leaning her head back against the seat. "Fair point. I have some of those insta-dry drops in my bag."

"They never work and they taste awful. What," Thea asked, rolling her eyes. "You know it's true. The oil gets everywhere contaminating basically everything you touch, including food."

"Maybe that'll be our first product for Plan B. Yummy tasting, instantly drying nail oil."

"Sounds like a solid plan. How far did you get in those science classes? They might be handy."

Felicity snorted as she shook her head slightly. "Not very far. Maybe you should add some if you go back to school."

"Maybe I will."

"All right, come on. Why don't we go throw that," Felicity pointed toward the bag of alcohol Oliver left by the door, "away?"

"Yeah, okay."

Felicity grabbed the bag as she opened the door. The sun was just beginning to go down as she and Thea walked out of the bus and made their way across the parking lot to drop the bag into a garbage can.

"It almost seems wasteful," Thea said, looking over at Felicity. "Maybe we should have donated it."

"I don't think there's a lot of places to donate opened alcohol to."

"eBay? We probably could have raised some money."

Felicity laughed as they started walking back toward the bus. "Maybe."

"It's beautiful out here."

"Yeah it is," Felicity replied as she looked around at the scenery, which was mainly hills and trees for as far as she could see. "It's one of the things I've really enjoyed about this trip. There's a lot of beauty everywhere."

Thea shook her head, tilting it toward the bus as she started talking. "We probably should go look through his room. He seemed a little… too okay with this, right?"

"Just a little."

Felicity followed Thea into the bus and paused in the doorway to Oliver's room. She took in the tidiness of the room nothing seemed to be out of its place. She had honestly expected the room to be messier. The second thing she noticed was how open the room was, she could find only a few places where Olive could hide anything. There was a dresser against the wall furthest from them, a laundry hamper placed beside it, and the bed looked like it had built in drawers beneath it, not exactly prime spots for hiding anything.

"So, I guess I'll get the laundry hamper," Thea asked, turning her head slightly toward Felicity, "And you can go through the drawers?"

"Why do I have to go through the drawers? You're his sister. I think that falls in your territory."

"Seriously? I think being his sister disqualifies me from going through his room completely. I mean, you're the video journalist, this is practically your job."

Felicity sighed. "We're being ridiculous. I mean, what's the worst that we could find?"

"His sleazy sex drawer that could possibly traumatize me for the rest of my life."

"His sleazy sex drawer? You've watched him do body shots off of a random girl and get arrested for getting into a fight with a girl's boyfriend. Plus, weren't you there when he was arrested for peeing on a cop car? If that didn't traumatize you, you don't get to pull that card now."

"I reserve the right to always pull the traumatized by brother's sleazy sex life and other terrible decisions card. It's one of the perks."

Felicity narrowed her eyes at Thea before sighing loudly. "Fine. I'll do the dirty work."

"We could just trust him."

"Might be a good idea. It's not like we're going to be around a lot of people the next couple of days anyway, we'd probably be able to tell if he were drinking."

"I like the way you think."

"We could totally nap on his bed."

"It does look really comfortable doesn't it," Felicity asked as she watched Thea flop down into the bed, stretching her arms up above her head.

"It is. No wonder he never leaves this room. If the bed in my bunk was this comfortable, I would never leave."

Shaking her head, Felicity laid down next to Thea. Sighing, she moved her body slightly as she got comfortable. "You're right. I vote Oliver sleeps in the bunks tonight. Even with both of us on here, it's still better than them."

Thea hummed her approval as Felicity closed her eyes. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she heard the door to the bus open.

"Napping on my bed," Oliver's voice poured into the room followed by his laughter. Felicity turned her head to see him standing in the doorway. Small drops of water ran down his face from his still wet hair before adding to the small wet spot on the upper portion of his shirt. She tilted her head as she watched Oliver walk around the small room, dropping items into various places. "That's the best you two to could come up?"

Thea shrugged next to Felicity, her eyes remaining closed. "Felicity refused to try to find your sleazy sex drawer."

"Second drawer to the right," Oliver responded without missing a beat. "You'll find all of my dirty secrets there."

"I'll have to remember that." Felicity sat her feet on the ground, stretching as she stood up.

"Oh really," Oliver asked, his eyebrow raising slightly.

"For research purposes, of course." Closing her eyes, Felicity pushed away the thought, trying to control the blush spreading over her body. "It's sort of my job to discover all of your dirty secrets right?"

"I thought it was to show the world a different side of Oliver Queen."

"That's just what I said to get the job," Felicity teased. "My real plan is much more devious."

"I believe it."

Thea laughed, interrupting their conversation. "Napping seemed like the next best option," she whispered as she turned on to her side. "Feel free to leave me here."

"Is she really asleep," Felicity asked, looking over at her.

"It's one of her many talents. One that I was especially jealous of growing up. She can fall asleep faster than anyone I have ever met."

"That's sort of impressive." She turned her attention back to Oliver. "And depressing. We were supposed to have an epic Scrabble battle."

"We could play?"

"Really?" Felicity didn't even try to hide the surprise in her voice.

Oliver shrugged. "My vocabulary might not be as great, but I bet I could still kick your ass."

"Really," Felicity repeated, rising her eyebrow. "I doubt that."

Oliver waved his hands toward the door. "Lead the way."

Felicity brushed past Oliver as she made her way to the front of the bus. Oliver followed behind her, watching as she stretched her arms up trying to reach into the cabinet to grab the game. He shook his head as he moved closer to her, leaning over her to grab the game. "For someone so short, you sure do enjoy putting things up high."

She glared at the wall in front of her. "I enjoy the stretching."

Oliver laughed as he moved away, placing the game on the table as he slid into his seat. "There's at least twenty games in there."

"We might have gone a little overboard."

"A little? I'm not really sure how Operation is going to play out, you know with the bumpy roads and all."

"Probably the same way it normally goes: smooth until someone ends up in tears from the pressure." Felicity sat down, pulling the lid off of the game. She worked quickly to get it set up. "You want to go first," she asked as she pulled out her tiles.

"You go for it," Oliver responded, his hand brushing against hers as he snagged the bag from her hands. "Show me what that fancy college brain can come up with it."

Felicity rolled her eyes as she organized her tiles on her rack. She tilted her head as she concentrated on what her options were.

"Anytime now."

"Shut up," Felicity hissed as she glanced up from her tiles, narrowing her eyes as Oliver smiled at her. She didn't trust the carefree expression on his face, or the mischievous vibe that seemed to be pouring off of him.

"I don't have all night."

Felicity snorted as she watched him tap his finger to his wrist. "You got a big schedule over there?"

"Well after I win this, I'm fully planning on winning some Operation. Maybe Monopoly."

"You're pretty sure about all that," Felicity commented, laying the tiles down on the board. "Let's see, that's… twenty-four." Felicity raised her eyebrow at him definitely. "Let's see what you've got."

Oliver placed his tiles almost immediately. Felicity sighed as she realized what his game plan was. He had placed his tiles directly beneath hers, creating some small words that built off of hers, on top of his word, for more points. "So that's…"

"Twenty." Felicity finished for him.

"And no double word point. You're going down, Smoak."

"You wish," she muttered under her breath, ignoring the pointed look he gave her as she planned out her next word. They played the next few rounds without talking too much. Felicity had to admit that she had underestimated his Scrabble skills.

"So, how's the footage coming," Oliver asked as she finished adding up her last word; a whole nine points.

"Not great," she answered. "I was going through it earlier, trying seeing what I have so far. I spent most of the morning deleting footage of Tommy and I playing cards. I'm debating leaving in the hour we spent having a staring contest. It got pretty intense."

Oliver smiled at her, before placing down his tiles. "Fifteen, plus the triple letter makes… twenty four?"

Felicity sighed as she added the points to his score. He was currently at least fifty points ahead of her. He really hadn't been kidding about kicking her ass.

"Maybe when we get to the cabin, I could watch some of it with you?"

"It's pretty boring stuff. I mean, honestly, besides a couple scenes of you hitting people and drinking, it's basically a lot of me and Tommy playing cards. There's a pretty good ten minute arm wrestling match between Digg and Tommy, too."

"Shouldn't a documentary about me have more, well, me?"

Felicity shrugged, glancing up at him. "You would sort of have to come out of your room more often."

"I haven't been making your job easy, have I?"

Felicity shrugged. "It's not your job to." She smiled at him briefly before placing her tiles down. "And that's… ten points." She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the board. "How is that only ten points?"

"We can start playing Operation whenever you want."