It has been awhile, hasn't it? This chapter is probably going to confuse most of you, so I'll remind you that Felicity's captor called her both Felicity and Meg. If it makes you feel any better, I actually spent some time uncomplicating things before posting this.

This story obviously goes wayyyyy off canon as of 'secret origins' two weeks ago. Enjoy!

Megan Brightham was seventeen years old and a freshman at MIT when she first laid eyes on Marcus Benjamin Strauss. She was sitting in the park, leaning against a tree on a warm September afternoon. Her laptop was open in front of her as she zoned out, watching the students enjoy the last moments of summer around her. Completed homework lay in a messy pile next to her, homework her professors had been sure would take all week. Megan was a little disappointed with just how easy her classes had been so far.

"Hey, Handsome!" A pretty sophomore across the park crooned, catching Megan's attention. Her eyes moved from the petite blonde to the object of the girl's affection.

Her breath caught as she took in the sight of real male perfection. He was tall with a trim, muscular body barely concealed beneath a fitted tank and board shorts. Megan's eyes trailed up over his body to land upon a perfectly symmetrical jawline, pouty lips, a strong nose and mischievous brown eyes.

He was truly beautiful, she decided as she fawned over his tan skin and messy black hair. A cruel snicker forced her out of her awed reflection and she noticed that his companion was laughing at her. A blush stained her cheeks and she glanced away from them quickly.

"Be nice." A strong voice commanded and her eyes flashed up to meet his. She flushed beneath his attention and looked away when he flashed her a wide smile.

Even his teeth were perfect.

She examined her fingernails until she heard the two of them leave. Burying her head in her hands, she blew out a long, irritated breath. Apparently 2700 miles hadn't improved her feminine wiles.

"Jess, I'm not going to that party!" Megan insisted as her roommate twirled around the room. "I'm going to be the youngest person there and-"

"Megs, you're the youngest person everywhere you go. That's what happens when you graduate a year early like the child genius you are!" Her friend teased, tossing one of her party dresses at Megan's head.

She had a point of course. That didn't mean that she felt like following her beautiful, blond friend into battle.

"Battle? Come on, Megs, it's not that bad!"

Apparently her habit of speaking all thoughts aloud had followed her from Vegas as well.

Megan grumbled under her breath as she slipped into the black party dress. She allowed herself to be steered across the dorm and seated in front of Jessica's vanity. She huffed out a breath as her friend began piling her long brown hair on top of her head.

"I'll never get over how soft your hair is, Megs." Her friend told her as she carefully styled her hair into a messy, yet lovely, up-do. "I would kill to have hair as nice as yours."

Jessica Felicity Hansen's hair was just as beautiful as the rest of her, and they both knew it.

"I heard the whole Lacrosse team will be there." Megan supplied with disinterest. Jess had a type. And that type was strong, tall, muscular and athletic.

A grin spread across Jessica's face. "I am so getting laid tonight."

Megan shook her head fondly. "Go back to his place, please?"

The party was in full swing by the time that Jess and Megan arrived. Drunken students and random partygoers were dancing on a makeshift dance-floor in the middle of the frat house. Although, if Megan was being picky, what they were doing barely qualified as dancing.

"Oh my God! I can see her ovaries!" Jess bellowed in her ear as they passed the dancers. Megan's eyes landed where her friend was pointing and her eyebrows shot upwards.

"And to think I was worried about being under dressed." She mumbled.

Jess pulled her into another room and over to the makeshift bar. She watched as her friend carefully selected two beer bottles. She raised an eyebrow and Jess shook her head. "Come on, Megs. First rule of parties, make sure your drink is safe before you start it."

Jessica had told her earlier that the first rule of parties was to dress slutty, but not sluttier than everyone else. In hindsight, this second 'first rule' made more sense than the first.

The two of them wandered through the writhing bodies of their classmates, sipping their beers occasionally. Megan nibbled on her bottom lip as she felt the heated stares that followed her. She wasn't used to being looked at this way. She was by no means ugly, but she'd spent most of her life with her nose inside a book and a laptop in front of her.

She jumped as a warm hand landed on her hip. She spun into the body of the holder and gasped when she looked up into a familiar pair of brown eyes. A grin stretched across his face. "Would you like to dance?"

She jerked her head in approval as she tried to swallow around the giant lump of nerves in her throat. His hand dragged slowly over her hip before landing on her lower back. She allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor and then she was in his arms.

She blinked stupidly up at him as he began to move their bodies to the rhythm of the fast dance track. What had she been judging the other dancers for? This was actually kind of nice.

He winked at her and she closed her gaping mouth quickly. He chuckled and pulled her more tightly against him. Closing her eyes, she allowed him to move her this way and that. Losing herself in the music and in his body, she relaxed and allowed herself to feel.

Her back hit the wall almost painfully. She opened her mouth to cry out but his lips closed around her own. Her cry became a moan as his hands roamed freely over her body.

She felt drunk, dizzy and lightheaded. But she'd only had half a beer. As his lips nipped along the column of her throat she realized that it was him who had that effect on her. His teeth grazed the top of her breast and she keened in surprise. His mouth moved to her ear as his hips ground against her core.

"What's your name?" He growled as he took her earlobe between his teeth.

"Megan." She cried out.

He pulled back from her just enough to grin down at her. "Marcus." He secured her against the wall with his hips alone and kissed her furiously. Her lungs began to protest as she ran out of air.

And then he was gone.

Felicity's head hurt and her brain felt all foggy. Her stomach dropped as she was jostled onto her side. Darkness clouded her thoughts once more as she realized she was in a vehicle.

"Oliver." She mouthed groggily before sleep took her once more.

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