Summary: alexiablackbriar13 posted this on tumblr:

"SOMEBODY NEEDS TO WRITE A ONE-SHOT WHERE CAPTAIN LANCE WATCHES SARA AND OLIVER SPAR.

LIKE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE. WITH FELICITY STANDING BESIDE HIM AND OGLING OLIVER'S ABS. AND MAKING COMMENTS. AND COMMENTATING."

A/N: …and I gave it a try. Not beta-ed, written in the small hours, so not the best one that I've written. And I really want to practice writing Captain Lance's character more.


The new lair was filled with loud noises, coming from sticks being hit against each other. Felicity and Captain Lance stood aside from the mats where Oliver and newly-back-from-the-dead-again Sara were going head to head, exchanging jabs at each other.

"Were they like this when Sara was…" Lance began asking, the words 'still alive and running around the city as the Canary' left hanging in the air.

"…around, last time? Yeah. Yeah, they were. Although now they may not be taking this whole practice fight as seriously as last time." Felicity answered, not taking her eyes off the on-going match.

"How so?" Lance glanced at the younger woman beside him.

"For example, their banter is just playful instead of being pointed words of what the other is doing wrong and they don't focus on correcting each others' stance as much."

They fell into a comfortable silence and continued watching the pair.

"But it is nice to know that not all the things have changed." Felicity sighed with a small grin on her face.

And when Lance threw a questioning look at her she continued. "They still fight without shirts."

Lance turned to observe Oliver and Sara more closely and indeed, neither of them were wearing a shirt.

"Could you please put this on hold for the night and continue tomorrow, for example?" Felicity raised her voice to get Oliver and Sara's attention. Her gaze followed the drops of sweat down Oliver's abs and raised her eyebrow at him when their eyes met.

"You know what training-without-a-shirt-on does to me so you better be ready to leave in 5 minutes." Felicity stated.

"Oh, I do know. It's just more incentive for me to not wear shirts when you're around." He smirked.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to not disturb you when you're traning like that but I swear that one of these days I'll climb you like a tree right here and the only person responsible for that will be you because those abs are prime example of distracting body…"

"Ahem!"

"Oh, sorry Captain! But honestly, your daughter is as distracting as Oliver. Not that I'm making a pass at you, Sara, Nyssa is way too scary, so…"

"You're still cute." Sara grinned and kissed Felicity's cheek before throwing a wink at Felicity and leaving with Quentin.

When Felicity was sure that she was completely alone with Oliver, she turned to face him. "So… how about we go home too and have a bath… or something."

"Or something. Definitely or something." Oliver smiled and turned the lights off when they left the lair to go home.


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