Summary: Felicity is the daughter of a rich, corrupt business owner. The Hood pays them a visit.
Notes: This one's short, ridiculous and yeah I basically hate everything about it. Sorry. But I'm uploading it anyway, because it's already written and I might as well. The next one will be better, pinky swear. :) Also in this world Tommy never died, and Felicity obviously wasn't around, so Oliver's still killing, and focusing all his attention on the list.
The sound of glass shattering and raised voices woke Felicity late on that particular Wednesday night. Sitting up in bed, she listened intently, her heart stuttering with fear when she heard her father cry out. She jumped out of bed and ran out of her room, not bothering even to throw a robe over her short pajamas. She raced down the stairs and to her father's study where the commotion was originating.
She hesitated for a second outside the room, her ear pressed to the door, adrenaline roaring through her ears.
"Please. Please."
Felicity had heard her father say many things, but please was rarely one of them. And in the few times she had heard him utter the word, it had never been like that, begging.
Heart pounding, she pushed the door open, her eyes quickly taking in the scene before her. Her father was backed up into a wall, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender, his face distorted with fear. And facing him, on the other side of the room, was the reason.
Felicity had heard about him. The Hood, Green Arrow, Starling City's resident vigilante. She knew he went after corrupt one percent-ers, to bully them into righting their wrongs, or face the fatal consequences. But she had never imagined he'd show up here, in her house, in the middle of the night, aiming his bow and arrow at her dad.
She knew they were privileged… Perhaps that was putting it mildly; they were rich, stinking rich in fact. But they weren't criminals. Smoak industries was an astronomically successful import-export company that her grandfather had built from the ground up. There was no reason for Green Arrow to be targeting her father, he has no part in organized crime, he wasn't trafficking women, or doing any of the other heinous crimes she'd read about the vigilante's previous victims.
Both men had turned their attention to her by that point, her dad's eyes widening in horror as he saw her.
"Felicity, run!" He shouted.
She considered it for a brief moment, but stood her ground, her eyes fixed on the dark figure of the man she'd read so much about.
Even though his eyes were hidden by his hood, she could tell he was watching, waiting to see if she'd do as her father bid. He was giving her a chance to leave unharmed. She raised her chin defiantly and took a step closer, in a silent show of solidarity.
She may have imagined it, but for a second she thought she saw the vigilante tense, shifting his weight briefly as though he was uncomfortable with this turn of events. But then his shoulders were rolling back and he was raising the bow.
"Andrew Smoak. You have failed this city. I gave you a chance to right your wrongs and you refused. You must suffer the consequences of your actions." His voice was hard and unwavering, the modifier he wore giving it an eerie tone of finality.
The ringing in her ears grew louder, as Felicity seemed to watch the scene in slow motion, her father's angry shouts fading into the background. All her attention focused on the arrow that was pointing straight at the only family she had left.
She acted without thinking, if she had thought it through, perhaps she wouldn't have done it. Andrew had not been the best father a girl could ask for; he worked late into the night, he'd hired nannies to raise her from the day her mother had died, right up until her eighteenth birthday. In truth she barely knew him, but since she'd come back from college and finally agreed to take her rightful place at the company, he'd been there for her more than she'd ever imagined he would be. And even without that, he was still her father, and she couldn't let him die. Not when she could do something about it.
And so, without hesitation, she stepped into the line of fire. Standing equidistance between the two men, the firm set of her chin defying the raging fear in her eyes.
The bow slipped a little, the arrow dipping until it pointed down just enough so it wouldn't hit her if it was released. That eased her fear just enough for her to summon the last reserve of courage she had, and plead her case.
"Please. I know there's a man in there, underneath the hood and behind the arrow. And I'm speaking to him, I'm pleading with him not to do this. This is my dad, and he's all I've got left in the whole world. And I know you wouldn't be here without reason, but whatever he's done, however bad you think he is, if you kill him tonight, you'll be no better. Because you'll have to go through me and I have done nothing wrong. I mean literally, I've never even cheated on a test for God's sake… I mean I did get a parking ticked once, but I disputed it and ended up winning so… Never mind. What I'm trying to say here is, I'm not going to let you hurt him. You'll have to hurt me first. And hurting me means you're not a vigilante; you're a cold blooded criminal, who shoots arrows into harmless twenty year old girls." Her voice had grown stronger as she spoke, and she knew she had both men's absolute attention. "So whoever you are, please just listen. If you have evidence that he did something wrong, take to the police. Just don't hurt us."
There was a deafening silence when she was done, and she wondered if she'd just made a huge mistake. But then the bow was lowered completely, and she knew they were safe.
"It's Felicity, right?" The gravelly, distorted voice asked, in a gentler tone than she'd heard it before.
"Yes."
He nodded, and hesitated for a second before giving her an almost imperceptible nod.
"You're a very brave girl, your father owes you his life. I won't hurt you, but you will be getting a visit from the FBI tomorrow." He said slowly, letting his words sink in.
She nodded, if her family's company was doing anything that wasn't on the books, she wanted to know about it.
"Thank you." She whispered.
He turned to leave, slinging his bow over his shoulder and starting towards the broken window he'd come in by. But at the last second, he turned back and looked at her.
"You, Felicity Smoak, are remarkable." His words were quiet, but even behind the moderator, she could hear that they were genuine. And, despite the fact that this man had just broken into her house in the middle of the night and threatened her with a bow and arrow, she found herself smiling at him.
"Thank you." She repeated, and then he was gone.
Little did she know that that would not, by any means, be the last time she'd lay her eyes on the Green Arrow.
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