A/N So many people are reading this! thank you so much!

"Why?"

Oliver kept asking Felicity (and himself) that question over and over again.

"Because it's fun!"

Felicity was dragging Oliver through the centre in which the convention was held.

"It's my favourite show. I didn't want to go alone. And you really need to get out more!"

"I go out enough." Oliver scuffed, scratching his neck beneath the Bowtie she made him wear. When did she get to be I charge of things anyways?

"You go out at night, in a hood, fighting crimes. That is not going out. When was the last time you did something with Tommy? Or at least went out with Diggle and me for Burgers? You can't just sit in your room and your cave sulking and sometimes go upstairs and check if the club's still running. That's not how it works!"

She was right, Oliver knew that, but why a Doctor Who convention? And why did they have to dress up? At least Felicity had chosen that dressing up as a robot or alien was a tad too much for him. So she had just made him dress up as what it seems a lunatic with the fashion sense of an elderly dementia patient mixed with a five-year old. Bowtie and shirt, suspenders, a tweed jacket, black pants and laced shoes. She also had wanted to make him wear a fez, but he had declined. He had to draw a line somewhere.

Felicity herself was wearing a bright blue knee-long sundress with white and black rectangles on the front, a belt that said "Public Call Police Box" and a headband with what seemed to be a light bulb on the top. If everyone on this show looked like that, Oliver thought, maybe he would actually watch it. When he had asked though, Felicity had just burst into laughter. Apparently, she cosplayed a box that was also a spaceship and a time machine.

Oliver's confused look had just made her laugh even more.

Now at the actual convention, he noticed they weren't even the most absurd clothed people there. There were people with whiskers and plungers attached to their costumes and robots and a lot of people with absurdly long coats. He saw a few people dressed like him too (most of them did in fact wear a fez, some wore a Stetson) and a few girls with blue dresses like Felicity. She had the prettiest dress though. A lot of the other box-girls eyed her enviously and he saw more than one alien or robot turn his head. He immediately felt protective over his IT girl. He caught up to her and put a hand on the small of her back. Then, he shot evil looks at every guy in the hall. She was his, and he wouldn't let anyone do anything to his precious IT girl.

They went to a panel were a hipster-y looking guy with ridiculously high cheek bones, a small dark haired woman who looked like she fell out of the sixties and an older man with black locks who looked like he was their father (Felicity told him he was the executive producer afterwards) talked about the new series (Oliver didn't understand a word.) And afterwards waited in line to get Felicity's poster of the hipster guy (who was dressed like she dressed up Oliver in it) signed by all of them.

Felicity seemed to have the time of her live and Oliver found, that he too had a very good time. Less from the convention (which he still didn't understand a single bit from) but from watching Felicity fangirling about all these things that he couldn't even identify.