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Chapter Three: Felicity Smoak? Hi I'm Oliver Queen

Rose should get a promotion I mean a huge one. I still can't quite believe what they did to me. I look well I look like my mother. A much younger, slightly dorky version of my mother; yeah she would be beyond thrilled by this change in my appearance. They first went to work on my hair and let me tell you going from Goth black and purple to blonde was hell for me. Now I have to find a way to keep this hair up. Great I'm going to have to have my hair colored like every other week to avoid the roots from showing. Next were the clothes they entered my modest apartment that had the family room, bedroom, and kitchen in basically one space. They then took everything I owned and set it on fire. Well not literally but I could tell based on the snide comments and, the very telling glares that my fashion sense was about to change. I'm now wearing lots of skirts, blouses, panda flats, any pointy toed shoe they could find, and now I have embraced all the colors of the rainbow. They then came to industrial piercing. I knew they would and that was not happening. I was not removing that part of my past. I contested that I had to have one part of me that reminded me of who I truly was. They caved. Last came the glasses. I had worn contacts for years but they insisted that wearing my glasses would somehow endear me to Oliver Queen. I really think these people are over estimating my ability to bring in the famous playboy who has had well like everyone in Starling City.

So here I sit in my beautiful new office space that has monitors everywhere, a desk that is all mine, my name on a placard and, the door that says IT department. I'm home. I'm just sitting minding my own business chewing on a red pen when in walks my mission the Oliver Queen.

" Felicity Smoak?"

"Hi I'm Oliver Queen." I'm sure more words came out of his mouth but all I could do at that moment was stare. I mean I had seen the news reports and, yes I knew he was attractive but good god being that good looking should be illegal. He's tall 6'2 maybe taller, with a slight scruff, the brightest blue eyes that I have ever seen not on a baby, and he's I swear a real life Greek God. He's here just standing and looking at me with those piercing blue eyes. So of course what do I do I babble.

"Of course! I know who you are… You're Mr. Queen." To which he responded with a long no before stating that Mr. Queen was his father. You would think that my next words were right so Oliver what can I do for you… yeah that is not what happened next not even close.

"Right. But he's dead. I mean he drowned and you didn't. Which means you can come down to the IT department and listen to me babble. Which will end in 3…2…1"

If I could find a way to sew my lips shut I would have in that moment. Some great secret agent I'm turning out to be. But when I looked up I could swear I saw him smile just a little.

He then responded with the lamest lie ever I mean the blonde hair is not real I repeat not real.

"I'm having some trouble with my computer and they told me you were the person to come and see. I was at my coffee shop surfing the web and I split a latte on it."

I slightly pursed my lips together and said "Really?"

"Yeah."

With my lips still pursed together and a slight head nod "Because these look like bullet holes." His next response is what told me that this might be easier on me than I thought.

"My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood."

I looked at him again with my really who do you're think you're kidding face and he just smiled back. I really have to stop the butterflies that suddenly appear in my stomach when he does that from reacting quite so violently. I took the computer and did my magic I mean it was just bullet holes and let's face it the day a bullet hole takes me down is really the day that I can no longer claim to be a genius.

Of course we go through what is on "his" computer, I again make a reference to Shakespeare and his mother's current marriage. He thankfully informed me that he didn't study Shakespeare at any of the four colleges he dropped out of. Once he had vacated the seat next to my desk I started once again to chew on my now favorite red pen as I re-played our first meeting. I started to daydream about his eyes, his lips, his body, really just him. I tried to re-imagine our first conversation going better than my babbling monologue. I imagined that I had been brilliant, beautiful, and just irresistible. I imagined how it would feel if he had leaned down to softly kiss the corner of my mouth. I imagined how it would feel if his lips moved to capture my bottom lip as I slowly captured his. I could feel his teeth nipping along my lip forcing my mouth to open wider to deepen the kiss. I could feel his tongue gliding along my bottom lip seeking permission to join and tangle with mine. I was so wrapped up in daydreaming about every little detail of his kiss and imagining how his perfect body might feel against mine that I didn't even notice when Rose walked in and sat down in the seat that Oliver had just recently vacated.

"Felicity, hello Earth to Felicity. FELICITY!"

"WHAT!" Snapping out of my day dream I see Rose sitting staring at me with the most annoyed face I have ever seen on one human being.

"I have been here for five minutes waiting to see how the first meeting with Oliver Queen went. I have to get the details to A.R.G.U.S to decide how we want to proceed next. So how did it go? Does he like you? Can you make a connection with him?"

"Sorry I was just re-capping the meeting." Right like how it would feel to have his perfect mouth slanted over mine. How it would feel to have his strong perfectly toned arms banded around my waist pulling me closer and closer until there was no space left between our bodies. Or what it would feel like to have my back pushed against the wall of my office as he grabs my ass urging my legs to wrap around his waist; to feel the slight but growing bulge right against my already wet core. Yeah I was just re-capping my first of many erotic dreams that would star Oliver Queen.

"Sorry I was distracted. The meeting went well considering that he came in looking for information on some building on a laptop that wasn't his."

"Yes we are aware of the situation and, as of right now it's not our concern."

Of course it's not I thought, why would it matter that Oliver Queen who spends his nights shooting arrows into people is looking for someone on a stolen laptop. Yeah that doesn't matter at all. So I ask… "Right so if you're not concerned about that development then why are you here?"

To which she responded "Because I was hoping you'd make more of an impression on our Mr. Queen. I was hoping that he would have at least made a gesture of interest in you."

"He smiled when I babbled doesn't that count for something?"

"Yes it does but I need more remember what your first phase is, we have to have him trust you completely or this plan of ours will never work."

I flashed backward to this morning when we were sitting in my new apartment that has an actual bedroom with a door. I was busy hanging my Robin Hood poster above my entertainment center when I heard the knock at the door. I moved the boxed marked family room/bedroom from the path and went to the door. I looked through the peephole because this is Starling City and really a woman can't be too careful. Rose was standing there in a black and red pant suit and looking well annoyed. I opened the door and walked past the kitchen back to my new family room and waited for the lecture and the mission briefing. I could hear Rose following me as her shoes ticked and tacked on the beautiful hardwood floors.

"Alright well first off are you wearing bunny pj bottoms? Secondly this unpacking will have to wait you're going to meet Oliver today and we have to discuss the first phase of this mission. Remember you have to enter his life completely."

"Alright drill sergeant Rose. I'm ready for my mission which is truly something I never thought I say in an un-ironic way."

"Fine on the coffee table you'll find the information that you'll need on Oliver. He as the world knows was stranded on an island for the past five years. He was on Lian Yu but only for the first two years. The third year Amanda Waller my boss and the leader of A.R.G.U.S recruited him in Hong Kong. After that disaster we lost track of him. We had signs of him in Coast City and we had some intel of him becoming a captain in the Russian Bravata. Then he was found on Lian Yu and brought back to Starling City. He has come back with some sort of mission and apparently he intends to do this by wearing a leather green get up and shooting people with arrows."

My interest was truly peaked by that information. I stopped what I was doing and whipped my head around to face Rose. "Wait a minute he's the psycho Hood guy? He's the guy he keeps shooting arrows in the top one percent of Starling City?"

Rose looked at me like I was worried about something insignificant. She just waved a hand and the air and stated "Yes he is. Why is that going to be a problem?"

I attempted to keep the tenor of fear out of my voice when I replied "Nope" Yeah sure no problem as all; I just happen to be a horrible liar who can't seem to keep quiet when nervous. Yeah I won't end up being an arrow filled body, nope no problem at all.

Rose not sensing for once my apprehension continued on. "You're first phase is to get close to him, gain his trust. If he comes to you for help aid him, if he shows any interest in you encourage it. We need him to bring you into his plans for Starling. We need him to tell you about his mission. We need to know why he is here and then how we can use that mission for ours."

My face must have looked like someone had shoved a pie right into it. I was still standing straight as a board when I responded with some trepidation "Right one little thing you have yet to tell me what you're mission is and how me getting close to Oliver is going to help you succeed."

Of course Rose still standing with her arms now crossed across her chest replied "Don't worry Felicity all will be revealed in due time. First things first get him to trust you then we'll move on to phase two making his mission match ours."

Returning to the current conversation I looked over to Rose to see that she had continued to talk as I daydreamed once again. I waited for her to pause and then interjected "So we've met, he smiled, I babbled and, he smiled once more. So now what we book a church for the wedding day."

"Sarcasm aside, you did well. You're next meeting with him may not be for some time. We have to have this be organic. It can't seem forced or rushed. So the next time he comes to you for help move the relationship forward. Attempt to gain a foothold in his life."

"So in other words if I could wrangle a phone number that would be a bonus?"

Now this time the ice queen's face actually did move and she smiled ever so slightly when she replied with "Yes that would be a good outcome."

Once Rose left in all her red and black pantsuit glory I turned my attention back to my work for QC. I still had to keep up on the work for this job as well. As I was going over the day in my head and once again chewing on my red pen; I realized with some dread that I would have to see Oliver again. I mean I would actually have to form a sentence that didn't involve any babbling at all. I would now have to get the phone number of the man that I've been daydreaming about since I first met him about three hours ago. I hung my head and thought once again to myself silently I'm so screwed.