A reviewer suggested that I write from third person's POV, I will change to it in the future. This is my take on an alternate bratva universe, I don't have a beta so all possible spelling and grammatical errors are solely mine and I hope you guys do forgive me for the very many possible errors.

And most importantly… I don't own Arrow or any of the characters in it ….. I am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Laurel and Sara were already in their rooms. Aunt Libby was in the living room watching some re runs. So far so good, just when I thought things were sailing along smoothly I saw Sara walking towards my room a jacket in her hand. She had borrowed my black leather jacket for the party. She had loved it, now I knew what to get her for Christmas. I needed to stop her from opening my door. I don't think Sara would appreciate what I have done; there was no way she would take my side over Laurel's. They say blood is thicker than water; I was not going to take any more chances tonight. I rushed ahead of her and blocked the way to my room.

"What are you doing?" She asked me, her face clouded with confusion.

"You can't go in there." I tried to keep a straight face, my heart was thrumming wildly.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why can't I go in there?" She demanded.

"I have computer parts lying all over the floor; I don't want you mixing them up it took me nearly two hours to sort them out." I told her firmly, a flash of hurt passed through her face. I felt guilt settle in the pits of my stomach.

"Alright, alright I won't touch your babies, here, thanks for lending them." She teased lightly, as she handed me my jacket. I felt awful now, lying to her did not feel good.

"Anytime, it's just that I really want to complete it tonight and I don't have time to rearrange the parts." God I was rambling again, my heart was going to leap out of my chest any moment now.

"It's alright shortie go play with your babies." She mocked me; I stuck my tongue out at her. I know it is juvenile but nobody makes fun of my babies. She was making her way to her room which was at the end of the hallway, I sighed in relief. She paused and turned around to look at me.

"You know if I didn't know you any better, I think you have someone stashed in there." She told me accusingly, my heart skipped a beat I felt a cold sweat breaking out. Why was I putting myself through this again?

"But you do know me better." I stuttered, my bravado all drained away. I was replied with a tinkling laughter.

"Night shortie." She called out before disappearing into her room. I rested my head against the cold wall, it felt good on my over heated face. I have aged ten years in ten minutes. I was going to kill Tommy tomorrow.

I locked my door; Oliver hadn't budged an inch on the bed. Where was I supposed to sleep now? Can I stuff him inside my closet? Bad idea, he weighed a tonne and I was not going to expend so much energy on him.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, that's really creepy! There was something about him that intrigued me. Ogling a sleeping man? That was a new low. He was softly snoring; he looked so peaceful when asleep. He looked much older than his age. I could see dark circles under his eyes, why was he doing this to himself? If Laurel meant so much to him why would he cheat on her? Repeatedly?

I was not going to sleep on the bed with him; there was no way that was happening. I eyed the small ratty couch near the window; it had travelled all the way from Vegas to the Glades to here. My mom wanted to throw it away but I refused to let it happen, there was no space in the room and I had traded a desk for that ugly old thing but it held too many memories, memories of my dad playing with me on the couch. Dwelling on them would make me feel dejected, I suppressed them I can sulk later, I had work to do.

I pulled the covers over him, his shoes were off Tommy must have gotten them. I got extra blankets from the closet and settled into the couch, it was going to be a long and cramped night. I sneaked another peek at him; so many girls would kill to trade places with me.

I was too comfortable, I was lying face down on my bed. My back was killing me and there was a slight pain in my neck. I snuggled further into my pillow, my bed was warm and cozy. It was a weekend and I can afford to sleep a little while longer, my bed?

I sat up too quickly, I almost stumbled off the bed before a strong pair of arms steadied me. I yelped in panic, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I felt disoriented and muddled.

"Don't scream." I heard his hurried voice. My eyes snapped up and went wide; I was no longer feeling the drowsiness that was pulling me under. I saw him above me, how did we get ourselves into such a compromising position? I could feel his body heat through our clothes; I could feel the hard planes of his body and felt myself flush under his penetrating gaze. I gulped loudly; it was not doing my dry throat any favors. He was sporting a smug grin at my bodily reactions. I nodded fervently desperate to get away from him. He eased me back into the bed and released my mouth, wow that definitely sounded dirty.

I saw him relax, I distinctively remember falling asleep on the couch.

"How did I get here?" Despite being on high alert my voice was a hoarse whisper, apparently my throat had not caught up to my brain yet.

"That couch does not look comfortable." He answered; he was eyeing the couch with disdain. Had he moved me to my bed, which was wrong on so many levels.

"And you thought sleeping in the same bed as you will be." I snapped, I was not a morning person. I needed coffee before I subjected myself to the worldly horrors. How was he not hung over? His head should be killing him.

It was still dark outside; I needed to get him out before the rest of the house woke up. I couldn't remember where my phone was. I got out of my bed; I needed to put some space between us.

"I already called Tommy, he is on his way." I heard him behind me; I turned around and looked at him. He was spread out on my bed, with a cocky grin on his face. How was he so comfortable in a stranger's bed? Guess he had plenty of experience in sleeping in stranger's beds.

"I am surprised you remembered where you were." I told him.

"I thought I was in Mindy's place, then I saw you hanging off the couch." He told me, his indifference was unbearable.

"Cindy, her name was Cindy." I muttered in frustration, he even got her name wrong.

"Don't worry Tommy handled her." He told me.

Tommy was his friend not his chauffeur, was it always like this? Tommy cleaning up after him?

"You know most women would be thrilled to wake up in my arms." He smirked, looked like I really needed anger management classes because I was moments away from murdering him.

"I am not most women." I retorted resolutely.

"Says most women." He was a conceited prick who needed to be told off.

"You are not my type Mr. Queen." I retorted instantaneously.

"Don't worry you are not mine either." He scoffed. I had nothing nice to say to him any more.

"I can hear your brain over thinking things." He must have sensed my uneasiness.

"Do you always treat your friends like this or is Tommy the special one." I asked, it came out a little more harshly than I intended it to. I saw the transformation happening, he stiffened and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. It was like he had slid on a mask.

"You don't know anything about me and Tommy." His voice dangerously low, he sat up and looked at me.

"I know enough Mr. Queen, Tommy is always cleaning up after you." I accused him, someone had to tell him the truth. For the little while I had known Tommy, he had been busting his ass getting his friend out of messy situations. I vividly remembered the sleeping with the bride a day before her wedding fiasco. Why was I doing this? How Oliver Queen chooses to live his was up to him. I bit my tongue; mornings were truly not my time of the day.

"I never asked him to." He roared, I was shook by his explosive outburst.

"Keep your voice down, you will wake up Laurel." I whispered. An uncomfortable silence loomed over us.

"I am sorry it was not my place to say anything." I apologized, it was none of my business, Tommy was a grown man he can take care of himself.

"You are right, it is not your place. Do you even have friends of your own? If you had one you would know how that relationship works." Came his curt response. I don't know why but it stung a little.

Thanks to his ex girlfriend I was persona non grata. I was not going to let his words get to me, I brushed it aside. That uncomfortable silence was back again. His phone started ringing saving us from any more pain.

"It's my cue, I will let myself out." He told me, this awkwardness was suffocating.

"I will come with." I told him, I needed to make sure he does not run into anyone. We silently made our way to the front door, the Lances were deep sleepers and apparently Aunt Libby was one too. A cold breeze hit us as soon as I opened the door, I shivered a little. Looked like the winter was near. I saw Tommy standing in the porch, how did he look so good this early in the morning? He gave me a warm smile, and this cheery too? Oliver was deliberately ignoring me but I was way past caring.

"Morning Gorgeous you look wonderful." He teased me.

"Bite me." I growled, I was in no mood for his brand of cheeriness now.

"Don't pout princess it does not look good on you." He teased again, I clenched my teeth in irritation. He sobered up when he saw the annoyed expression on my face.

"Thank you for saving his ass last night." He told me, Oliver was still a mute spectator to the both of us. I just realized that the arrogant jerk hadn't even thanked me yet.

"I was doing it for Laurel." I replied evenly.

"Let's go Tommy it's pretty cold out here." He took off without a backward glance, what was I expecting from him? I sighed, it was turning out to be a shitty morning.

"See you later beautiful." Tommy tried to catch up with him.

"You are not driving Ollie." I heard Tommy arguing with him. Well good luck to Tommy he will need it dealing with that pigheaded jerk.

It had been days since that night. I did not see Oliver much and the few times that we actually managed to bump into each, we ignored each other. Laurel and Oliver were still broken up, apparently this was their longest break. Sara was confident that they would get back together by the end of the year. Laurel's minion had eased up a little but that made me uneasy, it was like the calm before the storm.

I was tired I was on my feet for nearly four hours now, my mom wanted me to quit working here but somehow this place had become an integral part of my life and the employees got free burgers, nothing can beat that. And I could use the money to buy spare parts. I walked into the employee's area; the room was filled with loud wailing. I found little AJ crying his heart out, Carly's effort to soothe him were turning out to be futile.

"Thank God you are here." Carly cried out in relief, she looked terrible.

"What's wrong why is he crying so bad?" I asked her as I approached them. She was sitting on a bench at the end of the small room; she was cradling AJ in her lap.

"He is teething, he is running a fever since morning and I couldn't find a sitter." She told me, AJ continued to sob in her arms.

"Oh." I had no experience with babies, honestly they terrified me.

"Felicity can you cover for me?" She requested.

"Sure." I answered without thinking.

Three hours later I was cursing myself. I was struggling to get all the orders out in time, it did not help that Big Belly was in full capacity tonight.

I have never worked the last shift, the walk back home could get pretty bad at this time of the day. Sara and Laurel were in Coast city visiting their mother, my mom was working late and I had not been able to reach Quentin. I chewed on my lips, looks like I had to hitch a ride with one of the employees.

The place was finally winding down, one more table and I would be done, a young girl was sitting all alone in her table, she looked familiar but I couldn't place her.

"Felicity" She read my tag, "It's a pretty name." It did feel nice to be complimented.

"What's your name? It's only fair I know yours."

"It's Thea."

"It's a pretty name too." I told her, she beamed at me proudly.

"I like your hair, it so shiny." She told me making me blush a little.

"Hey sweetie are you here by yourself?" I couldn't help but be concerned, it was pretty late for a kid her age to be out alone.

"No I am with my brother." She replied. I looked around and I couldn't spot said brother.

"Where is he?"

"Probably making out with Hillary in the back alley." She replied coolly. I was stumped I had nothing to say.

"I was just walking her to her car Thea." I heard his voice before I saw him. She just sniggered at him.

"Thea what have I told you about talking to strangers?" He reprimanded her gently.

"She is not a stranger Ollie, I know her name and where she works." She retorted, she was a smartass that me smile a little.

"Thea have you ordered yet?" He asked her as he sat next to her

"No, not yet I was waiting for you." She pouted at him, way to guilt trick him girl. I would have high fived her if I could.

He sat there pretending like he didn't know me, fine, if that's how he wanted it to be. I took their orders; my eyes kept darting back to their table. He looked so much happier when he was interacting with her, much more playful. It was like he was another person, I could see how much they both loved each other.

Finally I was done for the day; my attempts to hitch a ride had ended up in failure. It was just a couple of blocks I can do this; I have walked these roads a million times. It was just a little deserted at the moment; nothing was going to happen I kept chanting it to myself. I was so focused on the road ahead I hadn't heard the car pull up beside me. The honk made me nearly jump out of my skin.

"Get in." He barked at me. We were done ignoring each other? I was livid, I was about to give him a piece of my mind before I saw Thea in the backseat. I realized it was probably her idea to give me a ride.

"It's alright I just live a couple of blocks away." I told Thea.

"Ollie wouldn't mind driving you home, would you Ollie." She asked her brother, he sighed.

"I would love to." He always gave in to her didn't he?

"Come on Felicity." Thea urged again, it was a really tempting offer. My fear of darkness won and I gratefully accepted the ride.

"I need to drop Thea off at QC first." He told me, I nodded in understanding.

We dropped her off, I promised to see her again. She wanted me to attend her birthday party, but I don't think her brother would want me to. The drive was uncomfortable neither of us ready to break the silence yet. He stopped in front of our place, I got out quietly. He walked me to the door. His actions confused me; one minute he was a pompous prick the next a gentleman who was the real Oliver?

"Thanks for the ride I am sorry you got roped into it." I told him regretfully.

"You really have a low opinion of me." He scowled.

"I don't understand." I was baffled, what was he talking about?

"I would have gotten you into the car kicking and screaming, if had to." I saw a real smile on his face.

"Well it's good that we avoided unneeded drama." I told him.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot would you like to start over?" He asked me, his earnestness surprised me.

"I would like that." I agreed with him.

"Hi I am Oliver Queen."

"Felicity Smoak." I had no idea how drastically my life was about to change after that moment.

I hope you guys enjoyed….. Let me know what you think...And for those who are wondering the Bratva part of the story begins in chapter 7.