Chapter Seven: Something Blue

Today was the day. It'd been three months since that day when Oliver and Felicity had kissed, and today they were going to finally kiss again. They were getting married today, and it was safe to say that Felicity was about to have a nervous breakdown. From the looks of her, you'd think she was actually getting married.

Ever since Oliver had kissed her in his office, she couldn't focus. Seriously, for three months she couldn't focus. At all. She was constantly scatterbrained. Oliver had rose his voice at her countless times because she simply couldn't get anything right at the office. Every time she saw Oliver, it was as if she couldn't speak. She was rendered dumb. It sounded like an over exaggeration but that just simply wasn't the truth. Diggle had noticed, almost every single time. She stumbled over her words and had slipped out numerous inappropriate comments. She just couldn't get a handle on herself; she just kept thinking about that damn kiss. Not just the kiss, but his lips, his smell, the feeling of his hand resting on her cheek, and the feeling of her hand resting on his cheek. It was all too much to handle.

And then there was Oliver who acted as if nothing had even happened. How you could kiss someone so passionately and then forget about it, Felicity had no idea.

But nevertheless, the kiss had happened, and they had "moved on" apparently. It was just a fleeting moment. A kiss brought on through the emotions of living a dangerous life. And, well, today, it was about to get a whole hell of a lot more dangerous.

The plan was to get married and then head off to Paris, where they believed Deadshot to be. Once in Paris, Oliver would seek out contact with Deadshot and would put out a hit for Felicity Queen. Then the rest, if gone as planned, would result in Deadshot being…well dead. Now usually Oliver would have a "no kill" policy, but seeing as Felicity's life was on the line, he simply wasn't going to take any chances with him staying alive and just magically forgetting about the hit that was out on Felicity.

But that wasn't today, that was in the not too distance future. Today was the wedding. The day that Felicity had been working so hard to get to for the past several months.

Now, here she stood, with Thea and Laurel by her side, slipping into the most beautiful white dress she'd ever seen. Laurel had already seen the dress, but Thea had not, and as Laurel finished zipping the dress, Felicity heard Thea let out a squeal.

"Oh my god, Felicity! You are going to knock my brother off his feet! You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen! I cannot believe you are getting married to my brother!" She screamed of excitement as she jumped up and down. She sprang towards Felicity and hugged her so tightly that Felicity couldn't breathe. "We are going to be sisters!"

Felicity smiled. Sisters. She liked the sound of that. She'd never had siblings. She'd never really felt like she'd had much a family at all honestly. She hadn't even invited her parents to the wedding, and Dig was giving her away to Oliver. It was what made sense to her. Her life was her in Starling City with Oliver and Dig, and her family just wasn't part of that life.

Felicity was bubbling with excitement. Her ability to separate reality from this fantasy was becoming near impossible. She had somehow convinced herself that this marriage was real and that it was going to last, despite the initial plan for a quite divorce once back in Starling City. Once again, however, Felicity was getting ahead of herself. Today was about the wedding, and only the wedding. Not Deadshot or Paris or the future of their marriage. Today was about Felicity and Oliver getting married.

Now, with the dress all zipped up, Felicity was beginning to feel like she was ready to get married, but something seemed off. "I feel like something is missing." Felicity whispered to herself.

"Oh!" Thea chimed in, possibly thinking she may have the answer. "Something borrowed?"

Felicity thought about it, nodding. "My earrings. They're my mothers. The only part of my family that I'll have at the wedding, in fact."

"Something new?" Laurel questioned.

"My dress. Wait that counts doesn't it?"

"I don't know why it wouldn't." Thea answered, "Something old?"

"Do the earrings count? Or am I not allowed to have one thing count as multiple items?"

"Are there really that many rules about this?" Laurel laughed, "This is insane. I say it counts. Something blue?" She chose the finale category.

Felicity turned away from her mirror, her eyes wide open in horror. "I don't have anything blue! I don't have anything blue!" Felicity began frantically looking through things – her purse, her makeup, her decorations, anything—searching for one small item that was blue, but she came up short. "Nothing is blue!"

"Okay, Okay. Let's take a deep breath." Thea began, "I will run over to the boys' room and ask Oliver if he has anything blue. Sound good?"

Felicity collapsed on the ground, giving up on her search. "Okay." She told Thea, trying to breath.

Thea lightly jogged out of the room, only moving as fast as her heals would let her. As she left the room she heard Felicity mumbling, "I can't get married. I can't get married if I don't have something blue." The further Thea got, the last thing she heard with Laurel's constant effort at comforting the bride. After this, Thea simply picked up her pace. She would not let this wedding fall apart over not having something blue.

Once Thea reached the back of the building, she knocked on the door where the boys resided. Diggle opened the door, slowly at first then all at once when he saw it was Thea.

"Thea, what are you doing here?" Oliver inquired as he moved towards her.

"Felicity is freaking out, like crazy freaking out. She says she doesn't have anything blue, and that she can't get married if she doesn't have something blue. Do you have anything that blue?" Thea felt like she was speaking a mile a minute but felt the need to fix this problem as soon as possible. A crazy bride was not a fun bride.

"What the hell…" Oliver mumbled under his breath. He began to search around the room, "Okay, everyone search their pockets. We've got to find something that's blue," Oliver began mumbling to himself again, "I swear to God if she quits on me now…over something blue?"

Behind Oliver, Diggle placed a hand on his shoulder, "Take a breath. It's going to all be fine, man."

"I know, I know. Just… something blue seriously? I didn't even know that damn ritual still existed. Has ANYBODY found something blue!?" Oliver announced across the room.

The rest of the guys and Thea came up shaking their heads.

Oliver reached into his pocket one last time, and pulled out a tube of lipstick. He looked at it, shaking his head. "I forgot I had this," he laughed at himself. This just happened to be the same suit Oliver had worn at a work function that he had attended with Felicity. They'd had a conversation about favorite colors, and of course Oliver said green. Felicity, however, said red, and then mentioned the color of her lipstick. So Oliver, on a whim, had decided to buy her a green shade of lipstick. Sure, green was a pretty strange color to put on your lips, but Oliver had convinced himself that it was the thought that counted in the first place. He had planned on giving her the lipstick but most have talked himself out of it.

"Thea," Oliver called to his sister, "This isn't blue. It's green, but give it to Felicity…I think she will understand that this is even better than having something blue." He smiled, just thinking about Felicity's face when she sees Thea hand her green lipstick.

Thea gave Oliver a very confused look but ended up shrugging as she left anyways.

Thea returned, lipstick in hand and delivered it to Felicity.

Felicity held the lipstick in hand. She began to feel light headed, like she couldn't breathe. Oliver had gotten her green lipstick. It wasn't until this very moment that Felicity realized how important Team Arrow was to Oliver, how crucial they were all to each other's lives. They were constantly saving and relying on each other every single day. They held on for dear life, and they all held on to each other. Felicity thought back to the moment when Barry Allen had been in a coma in Central City. Oliver had said to her that he had planned on doing the entire arrow thing on his own at first, but that he had come to rely on Dig and Felicity. It wasn't until this day, with green lipstick in hand, that Felicity fully understood how much she and Diggle meant to Oliver. It was a heartfelt moment, really.

Beyond realizing that Oliver relied on her, though. She realized that she also relied on him.

When you rely on someone for the air you breathe and the life you live, she realized, it was next to impossible not to fall in love. But really falling in love wasn't the problem. Falling in love was easy, anyone could do that. Falling in love felt right. Being in love, and hiding that feeling, however, was truly right in their situation. And those feelings were now, as Felicity stood in a wedding dress, becoming next to impossible for her to hide. Hiding their feelings was what kept them safe, what kept them alive. If their enemies knew that she loved Oliver than bad things would happen. Their enemies would begin to use their own team against them, and they would lose every single time. But how could she continue to keep such a feeling inside of her? A feeling that manifested her entire being, that overtook her at any moment of the day. Her love for Oliver just seemed to grow every time she spoke to him. It grew with every passing mission. It grew each day that he came home safe. It grew with every promise kept, and with every passing day. It grew. It had revealed itself in ways she'd never thought possible.

And now here she was, getting ready to marry the man she loved at a fake wedding.

She could only wonder if Oliver had the same epiphany when he bought her the lipstick.

Felicity decided, instead of wearing the lipstick on her lips, that she would draw the tiniest of arrows on the side of her thumb with the lipstick in order to symbolize the beginning of their bond as Team Arrow. The arrow was small enough that most people wouldn't see it, but big enough that Oliver would see it as he held her hands while saying their vows.

"I think I'm ready now," Felicity smiled at her two girls, both of which she had become oddly close to in the past couple of months. She wondered if she would be able to call Laurel a friend after this.

"Good," Thea added, "Because Oliver has been waiting for you for a good five minutes."

The girls began to file out of the room.

Thea was walking herself down the aisle because Diggle would be walking Felicity down the aisle. Walter would be walking down the aisle with Laurel. There was soft orchestra music playing in the background as the wedding part walked down the aisle.

And then, it was Felicity's turn.

The wedding march began to play. Diggle took Felicity in his arm and whispered to her, "Are you ready for this?"

"I am." She smiled up at him. She was glowing with beauty, like any bride should.

The doors of the chapel swung open and Felicity could finally lay eyes on her groom. Her smile was as wide as it could be as she looked at Oliver. His face said it all. He had reacted exactly how she wanted him too, and all her anxiety about not impressing him or looking good enough flew away. She took a few deep breaths, trying to stop herself from crying. She loved him so much; she just really did. Somehow she'd managed to keep a steady pace with the march, despite wanting to sprint to Oliver and never let go of him. They had finally made it to the end, though, with Oliver beaming down at Felicity.

"Who gives away the bride to be married?" The minister asked.

"I do," Diggle answered in his low raspy voice.

He leaned down to kiss Felicity on the cheek, "It could be more real than you think." He whispered to her. Dig then took his rightful place on the stage as Oliver's best man.

Felicity joined Oliver. She handed her bouquet of flowers to Thea, and grabbed his hands.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, Felicity Smoak." Oliver hummed to her.

The ceremony continued like all ceremonies, and then came the ring exchanges. As Oliver began his turn to place the ring on Felicity's hand, he faltered for just a moment as noticed the green arrow on her thumb. His smile only became wider, and he had a sudden urge to take her in his arms to kiss her. His mind was spinning with all the ways that Felicity Smoak was perfect for him.

Then, at the end, Felicity heard the words she felt like she'd waited her whole life to hear.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss her bride."

Oliver grabbed Felicity's hands and slowly tugged her towards him. He then placed both of his hands on her cheeks and leaned in to slowly and effortlessly kiss his bride. His wife. He honestly never wanted the kiss to end, but he left it at a relatively appropriate length, remembering that people were watching them.

"I would like to now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Queen."

Felicity and Oliver walked out of the chapel probably feeling the happiest they had ever felt in their lives. As they walked down the aisle, Felicity and Oliver simultaneously threw a fist into the air as if to say "we did it!"

Somehow they really had done it. They managed to pull of the most real and emotional fake wedding anyone had ever seen. And it wasn't because she had something blue, but rather because she had something green.