Disclaimer: I own nothing of the wonderful world of Arrow and all the wonderful characters that inhabit that world. My first fic ever so be warned I welcome helpful criticism.

Chapter One: Fate

24 hours earlier…

Six months that's when all this started and fate intervened. I can still recall every moment of my old life leading up the moment when everything changed. I've just told him the truth, I've just spilled my guts to the man that against all my better judgments I fell for.

I was still pacing the floor wringing my hands together as I continued to ramble on hoping that he would just talk to me. "Come on Oliver talk to me, I know that I just blew our entire relationship apart. I still need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you, I never expected to love you, I never expected you."

He was sitting on my cream colored couch with his head in his hands slightly rubbing his temples with his forefinger and his thumb. When he finally looked up I expected to see the cold distant eyes that appeared whenever he hooded up. I expected my Oliver to be gone and for only the Hood to remain. I wasn't prepared when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes to see him. My Oliver was there right here with me. He hadn't shut down, he was still here and looking at me with just as much love as he did last night. I felt the knot in my chest begin to loosen as he stood up; taking the few steps that had been separating us. My eyes locked on his as he softly cupped my cheek moving his thumb in a smooth calming motion.

As his other arm banded around my waist pulling me into his personal space he finally spoke "Felicity you didn't blow our relationship apart, you've dented it but, it's not beyond repair. I told you I loved you and I meant it. I've spent the last 3 months running from my feelings for you. I'm not going to keep running, I've seen how well my life works with and without you. I chose with you I just need to know how this all started."

The tears that I hadn't even felt welling up began to fall. He was choosing me, he wanted to be with me just as much as I wanted to be with him. My heart suddenly felt like it had been placed back in my chest, he still loved me. He wanted the full story and he wasn't running away. I took a deep breath, this was it the moment of truth. I was finally going to tell him the whole story from Rose, to Amanda, to H.I.V.E I was finally going to be able to breathe. I fully locked my eyes on his and smiled as his thumb moved to wipe away the fallen tears.

"Alright well this all started about 6 months ago…"

6 months ago…

I was a normal girl before all this started. Well sort of mostly normal besides my genius level intellect. I mean how many 7 year olds can build a computer from spare parts? I started out with dark brown okay fine black hair. I was hacker, a friend to the cyber world and, those in my inner circle. I was also mostly invisible to the outside world. I'm not ugly like a troll I'm just plain and ordinary. Granted most people saw the black hair that every once in awhile had the stripes of purple for some variety. I have full lips that really do adapt well to any shade of lipstick that suits my fancy. I have a button nose that suits my face perfectly. My eyes however are really my greatest attraction. They're blue with a small circle of gold surrounding the pupil. They show everything I'm feeling even when I don't need them to.

My reflection really does tell you exactly who I am. I'm about an average height of 5'5 and I'm the girl who would have to pay for someone to notice her. I attempt to be social but that never quite works out. Mainly because once I start talking this unfortunate babbling thing starts to occur. I mean I one time managed to comment on a man's penis size about four times in a 2 minute conversation. Did I mention he was just asking where the lecture for applied cybernetics was being held? I'm also the girl who most of the time is the smartest person in the room but due this diarrhea of the mouth I usually don't put my best foot forward. Then of course there is my relationship history or my lack of them that is. Cooper my boyfriend who gave me a cause, who I thought was my soul-mate who just ended up being the biggest mistake in my entire life. Yeah I'm a genius with everything but my heart go figure.

Six months ago that's when fate did her thing, that's when my life as I knew it ended forever literally. My morning was like any other morning I awoke to my first of three alarms for the day. The first one is always set about 45 minutes before I actually have to get up. I shut the first alarm off with my usual thud; then laid there with my eyes firmly shut waiting for alarms two and then finally three. By the time the third alarm goes off at 6:45am I finally move from my peaceful slumber of about four hours since once again my brain wouldn't shut down at midnight. I went about my usual routine of a shower of cold water since once again the hot water tank was busted followed by the usual game of yogurt to eat or not to eat. Next comes the brushing of the teeth followed very closely by the taming of the shrew in this case my hair. On this particular morning my hair dryer decided that the shrew should have an air dry day. This is what led to the reason why I was running to catch my second bus of my five bus route to work this month. Judy my first bus "friend" as always is there to brighten up the grayest of mornings with the usual Felicity my how lovely you look this morning chit chat. This is then followed by the "what can't afford to pay for electricity to at least blow dry that mane you call hair?" My answer is always the quick nod and the thought of how with just a few keystrokes of my keyboard she would be bankrupt. I however remember that this is my life and that means that I will forever be letting the Judy's of the world walk all over me. I get off the first bus and start to cross the street at 2nd and 23rd as I have done since the beginning of this month. I always check both ways before crossing the street it's like a religion sort of like saying a prayer whenever you board a plane before it takes off. So why didn't I do that today why of all days did I run out into oncoming traffic?

Right because fate always gets her way…

When I open my eyes I expect to see the angry driver or maybe even a concerned passer by wondering if I'm alright. I look around and I don't see the driver whose car I've damaged with my body but a white room with a desk and a door to my right. The room looks warm but sterile like it could be a hospital room that's been shoved in an office cubicle. From my position on the bed I can see a desk that is an ordinary white desk with a top of the line Hp laptop and a placard that says processing. Finally the door opens and in walks a woman who very clearly has never seen a bad anything day in her entire life. So of course I open my mouth and this is what came out.

"Where am I? I remember that damn car knocking me down, I can even remember the driver screaming hey lady you have royally screwed up my insurance rates. What I can't remember is how I ended up in a white room on a hospital bed in front of you."

Did I mention first impressions and I are just like best friends?

I looked at the regal woman in front of me. She was stunning to say the least her beautiful dark brown hair was pulled up in an elegant bun her skin was that of an ebony goddess. Her brown eyes looked as if they could look straight into someone's soul and, then pull out every single secret that they had within five minutes of meeting you. Her outfit however that was slightly confusing I was expecting scrubs or maybe a business looking suit. However she was in a white and black wrap dress that looked like it came from a high fashion magazine with some kind of pointy toed shoe. Yeah fashion and I were never really friends we were more like people who had met once in an alley and then ran the other direction. Her impression of me I'm sure was less than impressed. My size 2 ill fitting jeans, plaid shirt, and converse shoes most likely showed her what my economic standings currently were. I'm sure the blood spatter really added to the overall look. My hair not elegant however when is wavy hair ever elegant it's more like today I'm good and then tomorrow I'll be a rat's nest.

When she finally did speak it was as if someone took my life and put in a blender then hit puree. " My name is Rose Amelia Danvers you can call me Rose or Rose Danvers whatever suits your fancy. We staged the car accident to bring you in. The man who hit you was one of our agents, he was told to give us an opening not to cause a scene. He is now needless to say reviewing his job opportunities at this time. You were taken from the site to this base so no questions will be asked and we informed Jerry your boss of the accident. However if you accept our offer Jerry will soon be a thought of the past. My job is to help with your transition to your new job. I will be your case worker, I will assign you your cases and, I will tell you when you have completed the assignment to A.R.G.U.S standards. Any questions?"

Once I was able to make a sound that resembled my voice I answered

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do I need a case worker? What company are you talking about, I was hit on purpose what the frack! Also why do I need a case worker? I work in a mailroom at QC in Starling City."

My confusion must have jogged her memory to one small fact she had yet to explain what the hell was going on.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Well that would be what I just stated correct?"

"Yes it was I'm sorry dear but right now you have a very large choice to make. You have to decide if you want to go on with your normal life or if you want to join us."

"Which means?"

"You have to decide if you would like to become one of agents."

"Why?"

"Well you have an impressive skill set. You're a genius which you already know but the work that you've done in the cyber world is what garnered our attention. That along with the fact that you've been able to blend in and out of many different situations make you perfect for this case. You can affect change without creating a riptide. You are a perfect candidate for an A.R.G.U.S agent."

Yeah fate she can be a real bitch when she wants to be.

Notes: So thoughts?